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By Stone Kidman
Sarah stood proudly in her corner, even at thirty seven years old she was still an awe inspiring beauty with her shoulder length red hair and firm 34C cup breasts showing just the hint of cleavage in her red wet look sports bra and matching boy short bottoms showed off her athletic 130 pound body. She waved at the arena full of fans who had come to witness the former champion compete again; her opponent stared daggers at the redhead across the ring. Jane was a brash young hot shot who said she wanted to "Put the old hag out to pasture," and had challenged Sarah multiple times before she older woman finally accepted. Her opponent was nineteen, a few inches taller at 5'4" but her significant weight, at 155 pounds, put her at an advantage; Jane's shoulder length black hair matched her gothic attire as her pale skin clashed beautifully with her black one piece swimsuit that appeared to look distressed with torn patches on that were covered in fishnet, especially above her large 36DD breasts.
When the bell rang, the two competitors came out slowly as the crowd cheered; "I can't wait to put you in a body bag," Jane chuckled as Sarah held out her arms, waiting for her opponent to make the first move. She didn't have to be patient long as Jane came charging at the older redhead, trying to grab Sarah when the experienced wrestler instead caught the brunette with a drop toehold. The crowd laughed as Jane hit the canvas face first; she was so furious she pounded her fists on the mat like a child having a tantrum, allowing Sarah to get up and charge at the ropes, getting some momentum. When Jane did turn her head she was met with a low dropkick; Sarah's red, lace up boots colliding with the heavier girl's face spun her like a top. Jane flopped over onto her back, almost like she had been knocked out, as the champ dove on the bigger girl for a pin. She had hoped to put the rookie away quickly since Jane had made such a show about challenging Sarah; the younger woman had called out the redhead week after week, dogging the former champion for a match.
“I’m going to prove you’re a washed up old cxnt,” Jane said, screaming into the microphone as Sarah watched on the monitor in the back. She kept saying Jane wasn’t worth her time until the brunette finally assaulted her in the locker room; the other wrestlers and officials having to separate them. That’s when Sarah finally agreed; one match to end it all, loser retires but Jane could pick the rules. She had seen the heavyset girl wrestle and knew Jane was nothing but raw power, relying on her weight to dominate her opponents, and was certain she could run rings around the rookie. The stipulations Jane came up with horrified Sarah at first; it was a falls count anywhere match, win by pin only so submissions didn’t count, which made it no disqualification since any object could be used from steel chairs to chainsaws. There would also be a branding iron at ring side that would be used on the loser; Jane promised to brand the word SLUT across the champ’s breasts so everyone could know she’s an overrated old whore.
“You can’t go through with it baby,” Shaq, Sarah’s six foot tall muscular black boyfriend, tried to convince her as his girlfriend laced up her boots in the back prior to the show.
“It’s the only way to get her off my back,” she said, not looking up, “besides I’ll probably beat her in under three minutes; don’t forget I held that title six times.”
Now Shaq was at ringside, hoping Jane would stay down, but instead she kicked out at two; practically throwing Sarah off her like she weighed as much as a pillow. The former champ was already on her feet when her opponent began to slowly rise; she helped Jane up with a handful of her long dark hair and ran the bigger girl face first into the top turnbuckle. She bounced her head off it two more times before whipping Jane into the opposite corner where she landed back-first; the impact shook the ring as Sarah came charging across with an avalanche, which she called The Sarah Splash.
Jane came staggering out as the champ grabbed a handful of the bigger girl’s dark hair and drove her into the mat with a bulldog. The crowd was on their feet cheering but Jane was able to roll out of the ring before the champ could finish her off.
Infuriated that her opponent would try to run away when Jane had persisted her so intently for the match, Sarah pushed past the referee and reached through the ropes, trying to pull the bigger girl into the ring by her long hair. What she hadn’t seen was Jane had reached under the ring and pulled out a steel chair; when she felt her hair being grabbed she blindly swung the chair over her head and was rewarded with the loud thud of the seat colliding with the champ’s head.
The sadistic brunette smiled as the cheers turned to surprised gasps after the champ collapsed onto her back in the center of the mat. Jane slid back into the ring while holding the chair; she slowly raised it over her head and waited for Sarah to begin to sit up when she brought it crashing down on the older woman’s head, knocking her out cold.
Jane drank in the boos being rained down on her, smiling with smug satisfaction that if she wanted to she could pin Sarah here without much effort but chose to make an example of the washed up whore. To make sure her opponent couldn’t run anywhere, Jane opened the chair slightly, and pushed Sarah’s boot through it so the metal seat and back were sandwiched around the older woman’s knee.
As the redhead lay unmoving, Jane went into the corner and backed up until she sat on the second turnbuckle. Shaq saw what the heavyset wrestler was going to do and stood up, shouting “No!” It fell on deaf ears because one way or another, Jane was going to make sure Sarah would never compete again. The Goth girl jumped, bringing her full weight down, to stomp on the chair as the redhead popped up like a jack in the box; screaming and clutching her knee as the metal seat crushed the joint like a beer can.
“That’s it bitch, beg me for mercy,” Jane yelled so Sarah could hear the brunette over her own wails as she clutched her knee. The bigger girl went over and stomped on Sarah’s leg two more times eliciting more sobs of pain as the redhead tried to roll out of the ring. Jane caught her opponent by the ankle, stepping on Sarah’s red boot to hold the older woman in place, and picked up the discarded chair lying next to her on the mat.
“I think you forgot this,” the brunette smiled, and raised the chair like a spear only to bring the point of the backrest down on the side Sarah’s knee three more times. The redhead was on her side, hanging out over the edge of the ring as she sought some refuge from her attacker, and was unable to protect her knee from the chair smashing it to pieces. By now Sarah had screamed herself silly and could barely speak as Jane let the babbling older woman slide out of the ring onto the floor.
Jane stood in the ring, basking in the chorus jeers as she mocked her opponent by mimicking hobbling around on one leg. “I guess that old bitch is finally going to need a walker,” Jane laughed at Shaq. She threw the chair out onto the floor and slid out of the ring to resume her destruction of Sarah.
The redhead was lying on the floor, crying and holding her knee which had already turned purple, when Jane came around to stomp her boot down on it once more; enjoying the agonized cries coming from her opponent. She pulled Sarah up by her hair and attempted to throw her into the guardrail on the other side of the ring but her leg gave out as she collapsed to the mats at ringside, cursing through gritted teeth. Pleased that her opponent would not be going anywhere Jane moved to her next target; she was consumed with breaking Sarah physically as well as sexually. After giving the redhead's knee another stomp, the younger wrestler reached down and pulled up Jane's red wet look sports bra; exposing her breasts to wolf whistles from the crowd. She then viciously stomped her boot down on Sarah's left tit, smooshing it into the ringside mat and even twisting her heel on it like she was putting out a cigarette. The redhead howled, trying to pry the heavy woman's foot off her boob as Jane leaned with her full weight on it before she finally moved it off; the sole of her boot left a clear imprint on Sarah's breast as she sobbed and cradled it like an infant.
Jane grabbed a handful of Sarah’s red hair, lifting her head like a suitcase, and placed her chest across the steel steps.
“No...please,” the older wrestler pleaded but the gothic teen had no remorse as she stomped down on Sarah’s left breast so it was flattened against the metal stair. Her howls were deafening as Jane smiled, leaning on the tit before she finally lifted it as tears were running down the redhead’s face.
Jane, still holding Sarah by her hair, slammed the older woman’s face into the top step as she fell the mat; groaning, rubbing her face and her tit.
“How them little hooters feel, bitch,” Jane chuckled as she kicked Sarah in her sore boobs. She picked the former champion up by her hair and rolled her back into the ring before climbing up the stairs to enter it herself. Sarah was still sobbing softly as Jane pulled her up onto her knees by her red hair; she bent the top rope under the middle, wrapping them around Sarah’s breasts; the champ screamed as the rough cables dug into her tits. The tension from the ropes felt like they were caught in a vice as Sarah struggled to free herself while Jane reached over and dug her black nails into the champ’s breasts; raking furrows down her orbs.
Sarah prided herself on her flawless body, especially the fact that she didn’t even have tan lines, as she often liked to pose to show off her toned athletic physique. This was exactly what Jane wanted to destroy as she twisted the redhead’s C cups while Sarah screeched; her boots kicking on the mat from the unbelievable anguish she was in.
Jane took a break to exit the ring as Sarah tried to unwind the ropes but didn’t have the strength or leverage as the agony was excruciating and she found it hard to even breathe. She was shocked back as Jane had picked up the chair she had left at ringside and swung it up so the seat made a loud thwap as it collided with Sarah’s tits.
The redhead made unintelligible squeals as Jane repeatedly hammered Sarah’s breasts with the chair until the combination of the blows plus the ropes squeezing them had turned her ta-ta’s purple from the abuse. Due to her sweat and thrashing around however Sarah was able to slip free as she lay on the mat weeping like a baby. The referee threatened to disqualify Jane but the brunette clobbered him with a chair as he fell out of the ring, unconscious.
Jane grinned as she entered the ring, feeling like she had effectively ruined the former champion’s best assets, but knew she had one more target left.
The champ had always played by the rules, despite her numerous opponents’ bending or straight up breaking them, she was always on the straight and narrow; even though the rules were thrown out for this match, Sarah always put honor first. Now it felt like she had no other recourse and tried to fight back by attempting to kick Jane between the legs when the bigger girl came over. The rookie, somehow knowing exactly what she herself would do in this situation, had the foresight to snap her thick thighs closed; capturing Sarah's boot.
"Looks like even the mighty has been reduced to cheap tricks," Jane made a tsking sound then dropped her knee into the champion's snatch. While Sarah rolled around on the mat holding her womanhood, Jane stripped the champ of her sports bra, using it to bind her wrists behind her back, before removing her boy short bottoms as the crowd went wild with whistling and hooting at the former champ in just her birthday suit save for her boots. Jane led the redhead to the corner, gave Sarah one more knee lift to the crotch for good measure, then flipped the former champion upside down; hooking her boots over the top turnbuckle to secure her in the tree of woe.
Jane continued her assault from earlier by stomping on the older woman's breasts, making Sarah howl in pain, before moving up to use the champ as a heavy bag, hammering punches and knee lifts into her stomach until the redhead was making retching noises. Then for the real focus, the pale brunette began mauling Sarah's cxnt, raking her nails along the lips before digging it out from the inside; she started hammering elbows in to the older woman’s' clit before she stood up on the second rope to stomp and grind her boot into the redhead's beaver until finally Sarah's pain-wracked wriggling loosened her and she fell to the mat nearly incoherent from the torture.
Not yet finished, Jane went to get the steel chair from outside; Shaq was worried Jane might kill his girlfriend especially when the brunette opened the seat up in the center of the ring. The first thing Jane did was sit down and place the champ over her knee; the crowd guffawed as the younger girl paddled the redhead's ass with her bare hand so hard that Sarah was actually crying.
"Are you ready to admit you're a washed up old whore," Jane asked, pausing the spanking as she admired the red welts on Sarah's ass.
"Go to hell," the champ hissed between sobbed breaths and the brunette shrugged. With her hands immobilized she was utterly defenseless as Jane looked like she was setting Sarah up for a suplex but instead brought the champion's pussy crashing down on the top of the chairs backrest so Sarah was effectively straddling it. She was a babble of screams and swears with spittle running out of her mouth as the champ flopped onto the canvas. Jane picked the redhead up and repeated the maneuver as her crotch slammed down onto the chair once more.
"Ready to quit yet, bitch," she asked and Sarah just shook her head defiantly while trying to squeeze her legs together to give herself some comfort. Jane pulled Sarah up by her hair and instead of giving her another atomic drop across the chair she planted the redhead on the top rope.
"Let's go for a ride," the brunette laughed and dragged Sarah's bare cxnt down the rope, from corner to corner, as the coarse rope felt like it was slicing her pussy in half like a buzz saw. Jane let the champ fall to the mat and slid out of the ring; Sarah's body was in shock as she felt her ankles being grabbed. Jane held each of the redhead's boots on either side of the ring post and told Sarah to kiss her cxnt goodbye as the brunette pulled back with all of her might; slamming Sarah's snatch against the steel corner post.
When Sarah still refused to submit, Jane went and set the chair up; leaving it open and laying it on the mat with the leg pointing out into the center of the ring. Jane told Sarah she was going to destroy that sloppy old pussy of hers, holding the champ by her hair so she could see she intended on impaling on the chair unless she submitted. The redhead stubbornly refused to quit until she was dragged over to the corner then she pleaded with Jane not to do it.
Jane knew better and still grabbed the champion by her ankles and pulled back so the leg of the chair dug into her box; Sarah lost control of herself as she screeched at the top of her voice while spasming on the mat. Jane wanted to make sure the redhead didn't have any more tricks and retrieved the branding iron from the hot coals it sat it at ringside. Jane grabbed one of Sarah's legs and swore she would seal her dried up old cxnt closed unless she was ready to admit she was a washed up whore.
"Fine! I submit, you're better and stronger! I'm an old whore! Please I'll do anything you want," Sarah pleaded as Jane held the brand above her head with one hand and pulled aside the crotch of her black one piece swimsuit and said the champ had to eat her out if she wanted to save her own pussy. Sarah reluctantly nodded and the brunette lowered herself onto the redhead's face; Jane gasped as the older woman's tongue lapped at her sweaty pussy like a thirty dog to a bowl of water. By then the referee had started to wake up, unsure of what was happening as Jane pulled Sarah's face deeper into her sex by her red hair.
"Yes make me cum bitch, show me who's better," Jane moaned and after she climaxed that was all the referee needed to see and signaled for the bell, still woozy from the chair shot it was already a presumed pinfall. He begrudgingly entered and raised Jane's hand--the one that wasn't holding the branding iron--before he got down to hold the champ's wrists to the mat.
"W-what're you doing," Sarah asked, forgetting the stipulation. "N-no I swore I'd do anything, you can't let her do this," she begged as Jane smiled sadistically before bringing the red hot iron down across the redhead's bruised right breast. The word SLUT was emblazoned upon her as Sarah passed out from the pain; the referee took the iron from the brunette as Jane dragged the defeated champ out of the ring.
"Hey Shaq, let's double team this old bitch in the back, what do ya say," she said with a smile and the six foot black man stepped over to guard rail to go enjoy the spoils of victory.
