[Lil Tina]

The tension can be cut with a knife as we both know what's at stake and how much this match means to us personally.  We're both certainly pumped up and our emotions running high.  My little dig back at you you seem to shrug odd, but I still see that look, as much as you may deny it I know that it eats at you as much as me....hating the comparisons to the other and the confusion out like names brings.

I lunge in at you and we collide again, the pale, glistening muscles of my arms swell and my sinewy thighs flex under my laddered fishnets.  Our fingers grip tightly with the others and our chests bump and rub together as we jockey for position and a bit of control here.  Normally my porcelain globes against yours would be a pleasure and, while my pink nubs stiffen and react to the grind, personally I want nothing more than to destroy you.   

My arms shaking with the effort and yours do the same, seemingly at a stalemate and, once again, a testament to how similar we are in strength and skill.   I begin to make a little headway again, not much, only a step, but it's momentum.  No sooner than I get this step though than you swivel your hips and use it against me and instead of pushing you back the tables are turned and it's my back slamming against the corner.    AAAGAHH! I groan and the ropes vibrate under the impact of my body.   You lean your figure against mine and make a snarky, condescending remark about me and my strength before backing off as the ref counts to 3.  I begin to push from the corner, but I'm immediately met by your driving shoulder into my gut, folding me over and making my snug shorts wedge more over my alabaster fanny while slumping into the corner.   

[Matriarch_Tina]

I drive my shoulder into you and I feel your normally firm abs cave as your body folds around me.  I hold the ropes and squeeze the muscles in my back to hold my shoulder tight against you. The ref complains and rambles on about cheating or whatever that is immaterial to me.  We both came here to fight and if you had completed pressing my back in the corner I’m sure our Tina-fortunes would be reversed. 

But it’s me exercising my advantage that I outsmarted you to get.  I’m not about to apologize for that.  I try steal as many breaths from you as I can before the long-winded ref finally taps my shoulder and after a few more seconds of torture I push myself up to my feet in front of you.  I turn to the ref on my left and remind him, that SHE IS MINE!  and basically his job is to COUNT UP to 5!  CAN YOU HANDLE THAT?  I get a bit of a glare from him but he understands the moment and the nature of our match and allows us some leeway as I’d expect.   He barks back at me and I nod.

And now what’s next.  My eyes meet yours.  You’ve seen that look dozens of times before. Excitement, arrogance and bitterness all rolled into one.  It’s obvious to you and to anyone who is familiar with my fighting.  It is predictable but I even nod to confirm it.  It is risky but when I can do something to you that you know is coming it shows dominance and I’m here to impose my will onto you.  My mind will be fighting your mind here as much as our bodies.  With my body already turned, I pull my right arm across my and pivot some on my left foot... I uncoil hard with my right open hand whipping my palm  for the a half inch above the neck line of your top, aiming for sweaty exposed soft creamy skin at the top of your round left breast.  I stride and lunge towards you doing everything I can to maximize the impact... YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[Lil Tina]

A gush of hot breath blows past my lipsticked lips as your shoulder buries deep into my gut, forcing me into the corner and my butt resting against the middle buckle while my arms drape over the top rope for support to hold me up.  So far we're both putting everything into this, just as expected and not a soul in the sold out arena thinks either of us is going to hold a thing back. 

Sucking in some air as the ref taps your shoulder and orders you to break.  I'm a little surprised as I had a feeling we'd be given a longer leash considering the stakes, but I'm hardly going to complain as I thankfully settle back and take a few deep inhalations of oxygen.  The scent of beer, cigar smoke and a bit of wrestling made musk fills my nostrils as our eyes meet again.  That look, the look we've exchanged more than a few times in this bitter series making my blood boil all the more.

I watch as your body tenses and then you pull your right arm near your chest and begin to torque those firm hips of yours.  I'm already in the corner and a little winded so the last thing I need is to take another hard shot and be softened up for more corner work against a relentless professional like yourself.  As soon as your arm speeds around I t use my smaller stature to my advantage, ducking down just as your hand whips over the top of my head.  With your toned abs exposed I push off the corner and try to snarl my arms around your waist, looking to get them around you and, if I succeed, lift you up a bit and then drop to one knee and smash that tight kitty of yours across it in a face to face atomic drop.  "GRRRAAAGHH!!!!!  I shout back...each of us screaming almost like two primal warriors.

[Matriarch_Tina]

Gawd I just want to drill you. I want take my right hand and strike your plump creamy breast and make you scream... I WANT it so badly... Too badly it would seem.

You are smart and familiar with me. You know what I like and you’ve probably come up with 12 counters for today when the time is right. The first one is a new one on me... Quite successful and even more vicious. You duck my chop and move fast wrapping up my body, squatting and lifting me up in a smooth almost effortless motion. My feet leave the mat maybe a foot before you drop me right back down crotch first on your knee. My pussy meets your bone and the pain explodes thru me as it shoots up and down and bursts through my fingers and toes.

My rival cruelly hurts me in a sensitive atea. No doubt a just and fair tactic in her mind given I was about to strike your breast. AAAYEEEEE... I scream in reaction. The pain consumes every thought I have and all I can do is react involuntarily with no thought as to where I will end up or how prone it will make me. I arch in front of you and my body pops straight up as I quickly stand off your knee and grab my crotch... My eyes shut as I begin to back away towards the center of the ring standing tall but distracted by the pain radiating from my pussy.

[Lil Tina]

I can feel the satisfying CRUNCH as I manage to hoist you up off your feet in my strong arms and then drop your pubis bone across my knee.  My fans all scream wildly and cheer on the reversal, enjoying the look of shock and pain etched across your beautiful face.   

You bounce off my knee, your hands clutching your nethers and stepping away to regroup, but I have zero intentions of going easy on you or giving you so much of a moments reprieve if I can today, wanting to show you how badly I need this and to prove to everyone just who the true and superior Tina is

As soon as you scrunch your eyes and step back I pounce.  Wanting to keep the pressure and pain on you.  With your hands down and gripping your sore kitty I charge at you and extend my right arm out, looking to tag you across those pert tits and star cut out patter of your top!

[Matriarch_Tina]

We've fought a number of times but I do not ever remember this level of intensity from you.  You are known as a skilled and smart wrestler and a good sport but when the stakes grow that has often not been enough.  But early in this one it is clear you are here to fight with a ferocity that we don't always see.

Your attack is precise and cruel as you follow up your questionable but effective atomic drop with a clothesline directly aimed for my breasts.  My hands are down, my chest is open and your lash your forearm directly over my breasts.  AHHHHH!  You crush them against my chest as the tan inner cleavage swells thru the points of my star for a moment.  I feel another burst of pain in my chest before I crash hard to the mat.

I lay on the with my eyes closed and face wrinkled in a new level of pain.  My right foot kicks the mat as I rub my throbbing tits.... Oooooohhhh.... Ooooohhh... I alternate moans between puffs of breath as I grit my teeth trying to will away the pain you keep inflicting on me.

[Lil Tina]

It's safe to say I'm pumped for this match.  After our nasty lunch encounter when we agreed to this bout I've had the date circled in red on my calendar.  I mean, not only was it a match against one of my most formidable rivals, but it was one with great personal stakes for the both of us and, as such, a huge chance to prove myself once again. 

Not hesitating after my hard atomic drop of you across my knee as I race at you and crash my flexed, extended right arm across your pert globes that look even sexier wrapped in your top.  A loud BANG!!! rattles the boards as you crash back over them, moaning as you clutch your breasts and wince up at me.   I don't smile or show any expression other than pure business right now, showing you and everyone else packed into the arena I have no intentions of letting up and am here to make a statement.

As you lie on your back I move to your right side and reach down to take a hold of your right arm, lifting it off the mat and up between my smooth, muscled thighs.  "This was the arm you tried ta hit me with bafore right?" I snarl.  My Southern accent thick and fiery.   And with that I wedge my left fishnetted sole to the side of your cheek while my right presses to your side under your armpit while I fall back to my thick, alabaster fanny.  My snug shorts wedging in a bit to reveal more of the cheek underneath.   Leaning back as I work your arm and try to drain a little more energy from you and put a little ache in that arm, hoping it'll pay dividends later on as the match progresses.

[Matriarch_Tina]

I feel you loom over me standing tall above me as I look up into the bright lights with the pain in my chest and pelvis only beginning to subside. I feel you extend my arm away from my body and I try to pull it away but I’m still short of breath. I look up at you determined but nervous as you talk down to me with that grating accent that sends chills up my spine like nails on a chalkboard. And yet I instinctively nod up at you answering my enemy's question honestly and showing her a little yield even though those words were only meant to rub it in.

I turn my head hard as you put your foot in my face... My cheek swells under your foot and I feel a surge of rage as you humiliate me in front of the crowd. I ball up my other fist trying to think of a way to slam it into you from this awful position. And all that is stopped abruptly with a sharp pain.

AIIEEEEEEEE! I scream as you fall to your ass and yank on my shoulder. An electric pain shoots thru me again and my shoulder throbs... I groan as I reach my free hand for my shoulder overwhelmed by the burst of pain and not able to run through the counters and sequences in my head. You extend my arm with your legs and I pound the mat with my free hand before it reaches over towards you. All I can think to do at the moment is grab at your ankle and try and push your feet off my shoulder to loosen your leverage if I can... UNNNNGGGHHH

[Lil Tina]

Resting back on my tight, meaty ass as I wedge my feet into you and row back on your trapped arm, my breasts heaving under my tight top and a glistening bead of perspiration starts to speckle over the deep plunge of my cleavage.  I practically smile as I see your face twist in pain while you slap down at the canvas making it rumble. 

The thin lines of my fishnet stocking pressing so hard to your cheek that they begin to leave little pink outlines across your cheek as they mash your pretty features. My toes wiggling up close to your nose and you can probably smell some of the wrestling musk from them. 

With your free hand you summon your strength and resilience and reach over to try and pry my ankle and foot free.   Both of our fans screaming out loud THAT'S IT MAUZA!! WORK HER! MAKE HER SUFFER!! while yours encourage you back FIGHT BACK LEE! YOU CAN DO THIS!  I can feel your fingers peeling back at the toes of my right foot and I wince, quickly removing my right foot from your side and lifting it up only to snap it back down and try to crash my heel across your right breast and take a bit more breath from you.     

[Matriarch_Tina]

I struggle from my back as you keep my arm isolated and humiliate me by rubbing your foot on my face. I bring in my other hand trying to move your foot. As it slides across my face I a pungent whiff of toes giving me a little bit more motivation. I bend at that foot and ankle and finally displace it and yet I get zero reward for it.

HAAAAYYEEEEE!!! I let out another high-pitched shriek as your heel slams into my small breast. I sit up jerking my arm free for the moment. My right bicep flexes as I cross my arm over my chest trying to lessen my shoulder pain but also hide my achy breast. My left wrist supports my right arm as I begin to rock back and forth to deal with the pain... My lips pucker only to express the pain you are putting on me... Ooooooohh... Oooooohh... I moan gently and softly... Eventually I let out a small “fuck” cursing you and the pain at the moment. I keep my eyes averted from you, only offering you cheek imprinted in red splotches with your fishnet design.

I’m beginning to feel the differences in the long time that has elapsed since we last met. You definitely have a vicious streak now. I’m sure in part because of the stakes of our match but I am determined to get through this. First thing is get past this pain you keep forcing me to take. Easier said than done as the time it takes for me to recover is plenty of time for you to set up another attack. I can feel your eyes already measuring me from behind my hip but I grit my teeth and hiss a little as I try to persevere.

[Lil Tina]

I can feel your fingers prying back on my toes and my foot as you start to peel it from your side and with a vicious snarl I rip the foot from your grasp and then drive it down heel first into your supple globe and right into that star cutout.   WHOOOOAAA! the fans all let out a collective groan in unison for you, almost as if they feel the pain themselves as they watch you cry out in pain and twist to the side. 

There's no doubt about it, I'm angry.  I've been angry the moment we last saw one another.   Hell, in truth, I've been furious even longer than that.  All those fake smiles and silly comments about us being confused for one another only masked a simmering rage and now it's boiled over and blown the lid off the pot. 

You're hurting and i want to hurt you a lot more and far worse.  My steely blue eyes watching you closely as you roll to your hip, your right hand still clutching that no doubt throbbing boob of yours.   I sink my left hand into your hair and give a jerk back while my right takes hold of those snug leather shorts of yours, hauling my name doppleganger to her feet and taking a few steps as I begin to walk you with your head lowered like a battering ram until I torque my hips and send you rushing from me and towards a corner.   

[Matriarch_Tina]

I knew this would be a rough match with a lot at stake but it’s never easy to be prepared for someone being as physical as you are so far. Every blow has been in a sensitive or tender spot as you show an intelligence to your ruthless attack. There’s an anger to you that I’ve never seen before. How long have you been stifiling it for me? How long has it been building? As frustrating as it is for me, I can’t imagine being the younger wrestler trying to make her name mean something behind a proven star like me.

Ahhh... I grab your wrist with my left hand as my scalp feels the burn of your hand in my black hair. A few grey roots might be visible from your vantage point above me. I keep my right arm tucked to my breast feeling the pain just start to simmer. The crowd waits with baited breath as blond Tina hauls up Asian Tina in full control early. You drag me forward as my left hand presses into your hip trying to push myself free. But you march me where you want, how you want continuing to execute the offense to break down my right shoulder.

You turn hard and fling me bent over towards the corner. As I step forward I see the steel ring post come towards me much too quickly. After years in the business you learn how to take impact but you can never be fully immune to crashing into rigid steel. I fly towards the post and shift a few inches to my left. I crash into the pole between my bicep and shoulder. Again pain explodes in my arm overwhelming me. AYYEEE! I yelp again and bounce off the pole with my momentum carrying me through the ropes. I land on my hip on the apron and at least get my feet under me to somewhat take the fall to the floor outside of the ring.

I roll on the floor not even aware that my right butt cheek is sticking out of my bunched-up shorts. UNNNNGGHH... I moan as I roll myself to the steel barricade and lean on it for support. It’s hard to rest against steel. I know how dangerous it is here. I can’t be comfortable but time and breaths are what I need. I look up at you holding my arm as a welt quickly forms near my shoulder. I lean my head back and close my eyes for a couple of breaths with the pain still radiating but a little relieved as well. You were inches away from separating my shoulder and winning this match before I even got going. I look up at the dangerous blonde concerned. My confidence wavering a bit as I try to steady my mind knowing I need to improve fast or my younger namesake will seize my name and my reputation from me.

[Lil Tina]

All of our matches have certainly had a certain edge of intensity and some of those have even gotten rather extreme as our two highly competitive natures clashed as we tried to outdo the other, but this match so far has shown signs already of making those prior pale in comparison. Yeah, it's safe to say my cackles are up and I'm in no mood to play today.  You've needled and pestered me for ages about how I've got "so much more to prove" and "how I choke in the big matches and bright spotlights".  I've worked for years to overcome all that crap and I've never shown any fear in taking on the biggest and toughest women around, but still those old whispers remain.

I use all of that pent up hostility and wounded feelings now and channel them into this match and on my skilled, dangerous rival.  Hauling you up like a battering ram, those firm, sculpted glutes straining under the snug leather of your shorts, shown off to the fans around the arena and more than a few wolf whistles rain down in appreciation of your sexy figure.  If anything it's even more irritating to me and with a snarl I hurl you into the corner and through the ropes.  A CLANNNNG! fills the air and the ropes tremble just a bit from your body smacking hard, the momentum carrying you completely through the ropes and onto the outer apron before you drop to your feet and collapse to the thin matting. 

A roar erupts through the crowd GEEEYYAAAAHH!!! WOOOOO!  Everyone loving the fast, hard action and seeing one of their favorites so close to them now.  The ref watching from the ring, but he doesn't count, seeming to wait to see what I do as pins count anywhere.   My blue eyes licking up your wounded body, the way you're holding that shoulder as you lean against the cold steel.  I pace and as soon as I see you tilt that head down to try and catch your breath I grab the top rope and pull back, trying to use it for some added spring and momentum as I leap up and over the rope and out towards you, extending my soft, pink, netted soles in a dropkick aimed straight for your chest.  Looking to spear my rival right back into that metal barrier. 

[Matriarch_Tina]

You have been taking it to me hard.  Your attacks to my chest and arm are taking their toll as I end up on my butt outside the ring.  I sit up against the apron thinking I'm safe.  I'm too far away for you to attack me without warning.  One of the first rules of wrestling or any fighting... Keep your eyes on your opponent.  Protect yourself at all times.  After a lifetime of competition that idea should be second nature but pain and fatigue can overwhelm the most experienced mind. Just a couple of seconds. I can take a couple of breaths.  I'm safe here for a brief moment.  I can get my breath. 

It would work on most opponents.  It was only  a second or two.  But even if you are a decade younger you are experienced and saavy.  You see your opponent relax and you pounce immediately, ruthlessly. 
My eyes close...  You grab the ropes. 
I take a breath... You set your body and leap. 
I take a second breath...  You clear the top rope...
I open my eyes... You are sailing towards me...
NOOOOOO...

CLANGGGGGG!!!

You drill my chest with your feet... You hit me in the chest like a missile with my breast once again exploding in pain squashed to my chest.  To add to that my upper back hits the steel railing rattling throughout the arena. I arch in pain with my mouth open wanting to scream but I have so little air in my lungs it is just silent.  My eyes closed, my arms out wide and flexed as I shudder due to the crushing agony almost trying to scream.  I arch a little more, let out a low wail  ohhhhhhnnjjjgghhh  and then fall to my side and then tummy... I wrap my arms around my throbbing breasts again and kick the mat over and over.  Unnnnnnnnngghhh... I moan again.  Your fans erupt while my fans are astonished at your early dominance hoping that the younger Tina will not surpasses the older one.   

[Lil Tina]

You're out of the ring and favoring your shoulder from my angry slam of you into the corner.  Still, even injured, I know you're a deadly opponent, probably even moreso.  I'm feeling good about my fantastic start and couldn't have scripted things to go any better than they have so far.  My smoldering blue eyes watching you as you lean against the railing that separates the fans from the ring and the matting nearby and I get my nasty idea, knowing it's risky, but I'm willing to do everything tonight and made a promise to myself hold nothing back. 

As soon as I see your eyes cast down, even for that briefest of moments, I react.  Like a slingshot I fly over the top rope and spear the bottom of my soles into your chest, feeling my netted soles smash into your breasts while my blonde mane whips behind me.   As I fall to the thin mats around the ring I hear the sharp rattle of the metal barrier and your shriek of pain!

GEEEEEEEYAAAHHHH!!!! WOOOOOO!!!

My fans all scream in elation while yours hiss and boo in response   BOOOOOOOO!!!   C'MON REF!  WHAT THE HELL?!?

Ignoring them, ignoring everyone....everyone but the rival next to me.   I push up to all fours and brush the silky locks of my hair back over my shoulders, seeing you writhe and clutch your chest next to me.  Standing up as I loom over you and decide to add to your misery and the pain in your back, lifting my right foot and slamming it down into the middle of your back not once, but twice!  GRRAAAGHHH!!   RRAAAGHHH!! I snarl with each stomp of my foot.  The second time I leave it down and grind it in as if snuffing out a cigarette...reaching down to grab you by the wrists and pull back.  Purposely targeting your back now in hopes it pays off later.   "MAU-ZA! MAU-ZA!! a few of my fans begin to chant.