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Marie B. vs. "Too Sexy" Howard Cosell by Marie B.



Oooooooh! Here I come, struttin’ down the aisle toward the ring. I’m stylin’ and profilin’ and looking just… ....oh-so-cool!

That’s right, it’s me…..Too Sexy, known to many of you folks as Howard Cosell. Tonight, I’m gonna be fighting Marie B.

What’s that, you ask? Isn’t Marie a girl’s name?

Damn straight, it is. And why am I fighting a girl?

Because she was foolish enough to accept my challenge, that’s why. I have to admit that I never expected she would. I figured she would run and hide when she heard me call her out. Y’know, saying it was her time of the month or something.

But, no. Instead, she not only accepts the challenge, but demands two matches. I was taken aback, I confess. I was conspicuously confused. My mind was ablaze with conflicting conflagrations.

I mean to say, the girl is so small. She gotta stand on her little tiptoes to get above 5 feet tall. She weighs 90 pounds. Ninety pounds! Man, my left testicle weighs more than that!

Me, in the meantime, stand a majestic 6’1, y’know? And, at 146 pounds, I’m pretty thin, but wiry. I’m put together in a perfect series of planes and angles. I am the ideal of every woman and the idol of every man. I am so sexy that I have to get a doctor’s prescription occasionally for some antibiotics because my sexiness is like a fever….. almost an infection that must be contained. If I didn’t medicate it periodically, you know what would happen? All the women in the world would leave their husbands and boyfriends and show up at my front door. I don’t think my wife would care for that, and even an ultimate man like me has his limits. Though, my limits are exceedingly high.

But I have no limits when it comes to fighting a woman! It’s true that there are a handful of men that could defeat me, but no woman in the world has a snowball’s chance in hell. So I’m gonna beat Marie tonight. The girl actually thinks she has a chance against me. She assumes that her speed and wrestling knowledge are greater than mine. That’s a silly mistake though, Marie!

You want to talk about speed? Well, I’m so fast that I can turn off the light switch and jump into bed before the room gets dark! And fighting knowledge? It happens that the Encyclopedia Britannica has a section for “wrestling” and it has my picture at the top of the page! Oh, Marie, you don’t know what you’re lettin’ your bony little ass in for.

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Anyway, I keep strutting toward the ring. Most people are cheering, but some are looking me strangely, as if they never saw anyone dressed like Shaft before. What’s the matter……you folks got something against polyester?

Walking behind me are my two boys, Fritz and Waldo. Don’t worry, I don’t need them to help me with Marie, but they are here to keep an eye on her trainer, Siena. A pre-match stipulation we’ve agreed on is that I’m gonna spank the little bitch when I beat her…..right in the center of the ring! Then, there’s a stipulation that only I’ve agreed on. It’s that I’m gonna suck and lick her navel after I beat her. I challenged Marie to wear a two-piece outfit tonight, but I know she won’t because she knows I intend to visit her Navel Academy.

At any rate, Fritz and Waldo are here to make sure that neither Siena nor anyone else tries to rob me of the rightful spoils of my victory.

I reach the ring and climb in, prancin’ and dancin’ my way back and forth across the squared circle. Most everyone is cheering at the top of their lungs. They’re all shouting “Boo!” which I take to mean “Beautiful!” Crowd noise can be a funny thing, y’know?

Anyway, as I strut around, I’m careful not to touch any part of my body with my fingers. Why? Well, it’s because I’m so hot that touching myself might cause second-degree burns! Got to watch it.

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I can now spot Marie B. coming down the aisle, accompanied by her washed-out trainer Siena. Marie is acknowledging the crowd by waving, but her eyes are fixed on me. She is unaccustomedly wearing a robe and this puzzles me for a moment until the reason pops into my head; she’s afraid to show that she’s wearing a one-piece outfit under the robe, with probably a belt over the waist. She is scared of my “navel-prowess” and knows I’m gonna lambaste her when she gets in the ring. I laugh out loud at her timidity.

She enters the ring and dances lightly in place, her eyes still burrowing into mine. At this close range, I’m struck by how tiny she actually is. For gosh sakes, she’s 14 inches shorter than me and 56 pounds lighter. I ruminate over the easy victory that awaits me and yet a grain of concern nags at me. Has she got some secret weapon or tactic that I don’t know about…..something that could do damage to me? No, I’m not talking about a foreign object that she might have brought into the ring to hit me with. I’m talking about some intangible that I haven’t even thought of. Finally, I decide…..NAAAAHHHH! Marie’s got nothing; she’s just here on a wing and a prayer.


(Upon being introduced, Marie removes her robe and reveals the figure of a little-girl gymnast. It is a feminine shape, but there is so little of it. Many of the fans in the arena, seeing that she is about to wrestle a male, groan aloud when they see Marie’s ribs stick out in vivid detail….she has no meat on her bones, no excess fat on any area of her body. The reason they can see the ribs is that Marie has indeed worn a two-piece bathing suit. The moment she disrobes, she sneers at Too Sexy, pointing at her navel, then deliberately wags a finger back and forth, as if saying “Here it is, and you’re not gonna get it, Too Sexy.”

In response to that, Too Sexy smiles and rubs his two hands together in an obstreperous fashion as if to say, “Lunch is served!” )


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The bell rings and we move toward ring center. I verbally assure her that I have no intention of punching her. I’m not even sure why I felt compelled to say it; after all, why lock myself into a promise like that when she wasn’t looking for it? At any rate, she doesn’t respond to it, she just starts bouncing around the ring, circling me, then changing motion. Moving fast, then slowing it down and feinting toward me as if she plans to rush me. She is very active and it’s hard to know exactly how to attack her. After all, homeys, the most important thing in a setting like this is to look cool. I don’t think any one of you could disagree with that, right? And blindly chasing this little runt around the ring wouldn’t look cool.

Plus, in addition to everything else I’ve said, I know one other vital fact….. anything that I connect solidly with is going to hurt her. It will only take one good shot to spell the end for Miss Marie B. Bubblehead. Whereas, she could hit me 1,000 times and not do damage. I’m too strong, I’m too tight, I’m too bad. Oh…..and did I mention Too Sexy?

So we maneuvered around each other for about a minute as I waited for her to initiate something. Just as I thought she wasn’t going to, she grabbed my left wrist and tried to pull me forward. She couldn’t move me, but I was surprised she tried, given that my right arm was free. I sent it whooshing toward her (Yeah, I know I said I wasn’t gonna punch her, but hey!….it was only gonna be a forearm smash.) Marie easily ducked under my right arm and leaped forward in a flash, head-butting me on the left side of my rib cage. I didn’t expect it, it’s a very sensitive area of the body, and it hurt like hell.

I stepped backward, trying to laugh out loud but having a hard time doing it. I was tempted to hold my ribs with my hand, but intelligently resisted the impulse to do so….it would have shown her that I was hurt. As it was, she knew it anyway, stepping forward quickly (Good Lord! I never realized how truly fast she was!) and stomping her bare foot into my stomach. I foolishly turned to the side to avoid a second stomach kick, and quickly realized that I had fallen into another trap she had set for me; I had left exposed the left side of my rib cage again. Sure enough, there was Marie’s foot, crushing painfully into my ribs, forcing me back to the ropes and in a slightly breathless condition.

With my back against the turnbuckle and my ribs hurting, I used straight punches with both hands to keep Marie off me. I was afraid she would charge me and try to exchange punches when I had bruised ribs. But she was too smart to do that, knowing that trading punches with a stud like me would be the fastest way to get clobbered. Instead, she was feinting with her legs, dancing around and probing for an opening. My defense was pretty tight, and the extra time it gave me started to work in two ways:

First, my ribs were hurting less and I got my breath back. And second, I was getting pissed off…..after all, I had been held at bay in the corner by a little girl more than a foot shorter than me. And a nineteen-year-old kid, no less! What the hell was I thinking of, being cautious of her? I’m a man, y’know!…… a solid specimen of masculine perfection.

I’ve got tons of strength for my length, more brains than I can contains……and more soul than I can control!

Where is that little blonde shit? Let me at her!

This time, I do chase her around the ring, sacrificing some “cool” in order to put an end to the little thing’s evening. I catch her by the arms as she tries to dance by, and Irish whip her into the ropes. As she rebounds and comes shooting toward me, I have a clothesline ready for her. But, figuring she can avoid it, I instead deliver a body block to her shoulder that sends Marie flying and landing on her side. I hit her hard enough that she scrapes along the canvas a bit after she hits. She jumps up quickly (admittedly more quickly than I thought she would be able to) and walks around the ring, rubbing the abrasion on her arm.

This was my first offensive maneuver, and I’m surprised and a little hurt to hear the loud “boo’s” coming from the crowd. Sure, I knew that the fans didn’t want to see a little girl hurt by a supreme fighting machine like me, but I didn’t believe the whole arena would be thinking that way. I mean, some folks had to be rooting for me, right? I spotted my wife sitting at ringside. She, at least, was happy at my success.

“Yeah, baby,” she smiled. Don’t show mercy. Don’t give her a chance. You’re the best, T.S.!”

“Right at ya, darlin’” I smiled at her. “You’re on my side. You’re always on my side, baby!”

Marie continued dancing around me, probing for a way to get inside, to get me down on the canvas where our size difference wouldn’t be as much of an impediment to her. I simply kept my arms up and swatted away at her, keeping her at a distance while landing occasional slapping shots to her face.

The frustration was beginning to show on Marie, despite the pleas coming from Siena outside the ring for her to be calm and take her time. I stood there and realized what Marie was now coming to plainly see: she had no way to beat me or even hurt me. If she got too close, I would clobber her. At the same time, she had no way to move me even if she did penetrate my defense.

I dropped my upraised fists and half-smiled into her face. I knew she was feeling frustrated and overwhelmed…..which is different than the way women usually feel after I love ‘em…….then, they feel pleasured and overwhelmed. Oh man, I am the Doctor of Desire!

Anyway, I watched Marie and felt these joyful feelings. I felt the inner glow of physical superiority……and I felt it all right up until the point where everything went wrong.

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Just as Marie and Siena had predicted in the weeks leading to the fight, my problems stemmed from underrating Marie. I was sure that she couldn’t overpower me, and I was right…..but I never stopped to consider the things she could do.

Marie charged at me wildly….recklessly, I thought, which was unusual for her. Then, she slowed down just as she reached me, which seemed really strange. Her hesitancy gave me the time to grab her by the waist with both hands and hoist her in the air, high over my head. Even as I was puzzled by this offensive maneuver, I knew that the most devastating thing I could do now would be to back-body-drop Marie. It would send her over my head and hurtling to the canvas from a height of over seven feet. The match would be over, I just knew it. I effortlessly held her over my head for a moment to increase the suspense, and was again struck by how tiny she really is.

The fans in the arena, seeing me prolong the agony like that, started booing viciously and I no longer thought they were saying “beautiful” to me.

“Ay, let the little goil go.”

“Hey, ya bastard, would you want someone doin’ that to your little sister?”

“Let her down nice and easy, ya bully. You gonna end up killin’ her.”

I heard everything they said but it was just making me mad. Everybody was on her side; what was that all about? She wanted to fight me, didn’t she? She thought she could win, didn’t she? Hell, she’s just another opponent….that’s how she wanted to be treated, so that’s what I’m gonna do.

At the height of her apogee, I dropped her back over my shoulder and didn’t even turn around to watch, figuring I’d hear the inevitable crash of her body on the mat. As it turned out, I didn’t hear it, but that’s because the crowd was screaming up a storm. Most of it seemed to be shouts of hatred toward me, so I strutted around the ring with my back turned to the unconscious Marie and my arms thrust high in the air in victory! It felt great. I continued to prance around, playing to the audience in front of me.


(Unknown to Too Sexy, Marie hadn’t landed on her back the way he had intended. Instead, she was tossed high enough in the air that it allowed her gymnast’s instincts to take over. She measured her position while airborne and performed a twisting layout which allowed her to land on her feet. Marie, who was perfectly okay, turned and saw Too Sexy's back to her as he was playing to the fans. Getting a running start, the small girl launched a flying drop kick into the small of Too Sexy’s back. Caught totally unaware, he stumbled forward to his knees, with his arms draped over the second rope. Marie immediately jumped on his back, wrapping her legs around his head, his right shoulder, and the rope. For balance, she held the top rope with her hands. Then, Marie squeezed for all she was worth.)


Owwwwwww! Owwwwwwww! Aghhhhhhhh! Man, does that freakin’ hurt! Good God, how did Marie ever get power like that in her legs? If she keeps squeezing my head like this, my brains are gonna come popping out the top of my skull. I’m feeling dizzy, there’s no doubt. Ain’t enough oxygen reaching my thinking machine. I’m squirming and fighting but I can’t get free. I can barely describe the intensity of the pressure this little girl is putting on me. Am I gonna lose this match?

But, no! Look at them fans sitting right in front of me at ringside. They’re laughing and pointing at me! This cannot be happening. I will not allow myself to lose to a girl. So I use all the power I’ve got and stand up. As I figured, Marie kept her grip on my shoulders and head, but by me standing and hanging her body precariously over the top rope, her balance is upset. Her leg scissors loosens slightly and it gives me the leverage to grab her head with my arms. I pull and she resists, but eventually her whole body slides over my shoulder onto the ring floor. I slapped her down hard enough that I figure she’ll lay there for awhile, but she shocks me by bouncing right back up and grabbing me in a surprisingly tight headlock. I’m still a little woozy from her headscissors and can’t stop her from tightening the headlock, even as she maneuvers her body so that she is climbing onto my back. Thankfully, Marie doesn’t have good enough position to lock her legs completely around me; I know that it would cause me trouble. As it is, I’m staggering around the ring with a 90-pound weight attached to me, trying to bring me down. Just as I feel my legs start to weaken to where I might actually fall, I swiftly thrust us backward so that her body is mashed between mine and the turnbuckle. Marie wilts in pain and slips to the mat.

She is hurt this time, for sure. Marie starts to crawl away from the ring corner, not wanting to be trapped there. She seems helpless now. My spirits lift and I prepare to finish her off. Strutting over confidently, I lean down, bending at the waist in order to pick her up. Suddenly, Marie lashes out with a quickness I thought she no longer possessed. She uses her arms to pull down my head and simultaneously entwines her arms and legs around both of mine. Thrusting us both to the side, she wraps me into a “small package,” and my shoulders are flat on the ground, in pinning position. I squirm frantically to keep at least one shoulder up while I paw at her arms and legs in an effort to break the hold. Marie surprises me again; she has a grip of iron. In utter desperation, I power out of the hold, brutally thrusting outward with both arms and legs. The hold was perfect, but she simply didn’t have the size to keep me in it. She flies halfway across the ring but rolls and shoots back at me before I can get to my feet.

I do manage to get partially turned away from her because I think she’s going for my face. She adapts quickly, coming from behind me and wrapping her legs around my head and face. I’m lying on my side and watching Marie lock her ankles in front of me, thereby increasing the pressure of her latest scissors hold. I can’t believe it; she got me again! This time, the scissors is super-tight as the back of my head is braced by her crotch.

Marie giggles slightly and points at her toes. Immediately, I understand the implication; she is forcing me to look at her bare feet even though she knows I hate feet. I double my efforts to pry myself free and can’t budge her an inch. Seeing that she has me trapped, Marie decides to sacrifice a little of the tightness by crossing one leg back toward herself. I have no idea what she has in mind until she bends the foot far back enough that her toes are mashed against my face. She rubs them on my nose, mouth and eyes while giggling the whole while. I’m disgusted. I hate freakin’ feet! And I hate it even worse because she is fulfilling her pre-match promise to do this to me. Ugh, feet!

So I decide to abandon a pre-match pledge of mine. I’m gonna punch her in the face. Yeah, that’s what I’m gonna do. My arms are long enough that it will be an easy shot; if she wasn’t so small, I wouldn’t be able to reach.

I make a fist and launch it. Marie never sees it coming. I use all my force and smash her high on the forehead. Her legs immediately lose their grip and I break free of her scissors hold. She remains sitting on the canvas as I get up. Marie is still stunned and can’t defend herself as I easily pick her up with a crotch lift and hoist her above my right shoulder. Seeing what I’m about to do, the crowd reacts violently, yelling obscenities at me and throwing debris in the ring. I parade around the ring with my prey helpless in my hands. When I’m done “entertaining,” I raise Marie and body-slam her to her back as hard as I can. It’s a harsh way to treat a 19-year-old girl, but hell, look what almost happened to me when I was still underrating her.

This time, there is no way for Marie to make an adjustment while in the air. She lands with a sickening thud and lays still; unconscious.

I make my way over to her and, while still standing, step one boot onto her chest and hold it there while I raise my arms and smile.

The referee counts…..1-2-3……and the winner by pinfall is Too Sexy!




OOOOOOOOOHHHH! I am the greatest! I am the king of kings! I am the king over queens, too! Everyone drink in the greatness that is TOOOOOOO SEXY! Oh, I am overwhelmed with my fantasticity, by my grandiovisity, by my conclaviousness.

After I calm down a little, I move back toward my victim. I know I was just supposed to put her over my knee and give her a spanking…..and I’m gonna do that, yes. But first…..first…..there’s that navel. Marie is still lying on her back and that exposed navel is on display for the world to see. WOOOOOEEEEEE! It’s just the way I like it. A satiny, smooth stomach, flat as a pancake…..with a bodacious bellybutton just waitin’ for this Bayou Boy! Rama-lama-ding-dong!

I give an eye signal to my boys, Fritz and Waldo, and they grab Siena to make sure she can't interfere with any of what I’m about to do. Siena struggles but can’t help her friend now.

So I bend down, lick my lips and get ready to start lickin’ and lovin’ when a quiet voice says to me:

“Cosell.”

I turn, and when I see who it is, I am surprised, but still manage to say;

“Why, Kayla, as I live and breathe. What you doin’ here, m’lady? Came to get my autograph, sweet thing?”

“No, Cosell, “ she answered, “I came to make a delivery. Here it is.”

And before I could move a muscle to defend myself, Kayla side-kicked me with such force that I was later told that I went flying out of the ring and into the third row of seats.


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(THREE HOURS LATER)
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(Too Sexy is getting into his car.)

Oooooooohhhhh! This is a humbug! Listen to me! Listen, because the world needs to know that I beat Marie fair and square. They need to know that Kayla had no business attacking me! I was supposed to spank the little blonde bitch, and I was gonna do it just as soon as I had my way with her intriguing “innie.”

Well, there’s a second match coming. Y’all hear me? A second match….and I’ll beat Marie again, and this time all of her friends will be barred from ringside so I can enjoy the spoils of my victory.

This is a humbug! This is an injustice! I am acrimonious! It just ain’t fair! It just isn’t right! I will have what’s mine! I will…….…..


Shaking her head sadly, Too Sexy’s wife closes the door of the Lexus, cutting her husband off in mid-rant.

They drive off into the night………….the now blessedly quiet night.

 

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Rachel Apache was dreaming as she slept. It was a serene dream, one in which she was floating on a rubber raft in a pond. Things were peaceful…..so peaceful that she realized she must be dreaming; for her life was never this calm when she was awake.

And so, she allowed herself to drift along. Everything was good…..but why did she feel a slight tugging on her arm? It was as if someone was trying to pull her out of the dream. She held onto the reverie, but the tugging became a hard yank that was pulling her off the raft. What was happening?……………

…………..the dream officially ended when Rachel became aware that someone had a hold of her right arm and was pulling her out of her bed. She landed on the carpet with a thump. Bleary-eyed, she looked up, trying to see who had done it. She saw a face and almost identified it when the unknown person yanked her to her feet by one arm and swung her viciously into the wall next to her bed. Rachel’s back smacked hard into the wall and the impact caused her to sink to the floor.

Still half asleep, Rachel looked at her attacker and was amazed to see Jolene Rictor walking toward her with a malicious glint in her eye. How did Jolene get into her house? What was she doing here?

As Rachel snapped fully awake, she sized up the situation. Jolene, like Rachel herself, was a wrestler. The problem was, Jolene came up short of Rachel in every way. She was pretty, but Rachel was beautiful……. she had the same physical measurements, but Rachel was harder, stronger, more graceful, and in greater control of her physical assets. Finally, Jolene was a fine fighter, but Rachel was the greatest in the sport.

For all these reasons, Jolene hated Rachel with a hot passion and jealousy that made it impossible for Jolene to see things as they really were. Jolene wanted to fight Rachel, but Jolene fought only in OPW, an organization that Rachel had little use for. In the past, Rachel had taken OPW matches when it suited her, but she never saw the necessity of fighting Jolene, a fighter who was clearly beneath her.

Jolene might have left well enough alone, but she couldn’t openly admit that Rachel was her superior when it came to fighting. Jolene felt that she could defeat anyone in the world. She wanted Rachel, and because she couldn’t get her to agree to an official match, she decided to attack Rachel in her own house. She would take Rachel by surprise and beat her up, not caring that her methods were cowardly and unfair. Jolene had even arranged a back-up plan in case Rachel proved to be tougher than she thought. And, let’s face it, even though Jolene told herself that she was better than any other fighter, the fact still remained that she chose to break into Rachel’s house and attack her at 6:30 in the morning…..when she knew that Rachel would be asleep.

Now, Jolene laughed as she looked at Rachel, sitting on the floor with her back against the wall. While Rachel always wrestled in a purple outfit and would never be seen in a fight without footwear, here she was wearing nothing but a short nightgown. Jolene couldn’t help seeing how stunningly beautiful Rachel was, especially when dressed so fetchingly. But she also saw how vulnerable Rachel looked after being taken by surprise. Jolene definitely enjoyed this, remembering the times she had watched Rachel in a wrestling match. Even when her opponent held the advantage, Rachel was never out of control. But she looked out of control now.

With her eyes focused on Jolene, Rachel started to rise and Jolene rushed over and stomped her chest, using her heavy running shoes to apply the pressure. Rachel slumped back to the floor and Jolene grabbed a double handful of hair and lifted her opponent to her feet. Jolene swung from her heels and sent a vicious forearm shiver under Rachel’s jaw, snapping the girl’s head back against the wall and dropping her to the carpet again.

Jolene stomped on Rachel’s crotch several times, causing the girl to roll onto her side with her mouth open in agony.

But, Jolene thought, why doesn’t she cry out? How can anyone take punishment like that without making sounds of pain? Jolene continued to kick Rachel’s stomach in an effort to evoke some groaning and moaning from her opponent; she couldn’t believe that she was hearing nothing, even though she obviously was inflicting terrible pain.

Growing enraged by the silence, Jolene picked Rachel up by the neck and started slamming her into objects…. the wall, the headboard of the bed, the dresser, the wall again. Rachel was suffering terribly and was unable to counter any of the moves being used against her…..but she was silent.

In a fury, Jolene grabbed Rachel by the shoulders and hurled her out the door into the hallway. She looked furiously at Rachel, who was lying on her stomach, watching as Jolene advanced. Jolene decided she would wrestle Rachel into submission.

So, when Jolene walked calmly over to turn Rachel on her back and climb on top of her, she was now playing into Rachel’s strength. Even when severely depleted, as she was now, Rachel knew how to wrestle.

When Jolene bent over to maneuver Rachel onto her back, the tall beauty reached up, entwining her arms and legs with Jolene’s, and flipped Rictor to her back. Suddenly, Rachel was on top and straddling Jolene, who struggled mightily when she realized that her momentum had been reversed. Jolene flailed her arms and legs frantically to regain the top position, but Rachel was settling in and countering every effort made by her opponent.

Using every move she knew, Jolene got a Nike-clad foot up into Rachel’s stomach and flipped her onto her back. Jolene performed a backward somersault and landed on top of Rachel again. She drove a knee into Rachel’s stomach and grabbed the girl’s boobs with both hands. Giving them a mighty twist, Jolene finally forced a tortured howl from Rachel. Grinning with satisfaction, Jolene jumped up and dragged Rachel to her feet. She reared back and punched her foe in the right boob, and as Rachel slumped back to the floor, Jolene unleashed a hard uppercut that caught Rachel on the forehead and knocked her flat on her back.

Jolene was nearly giggling with joy as she beheld the great Rachel Apache, helpless before her. Jolene decided that she enjoyed picking her opponent up and knocking her down again, so she placed both arms under Rachel’s armpits and hoisted her to her feet. Jolene, taking her time, wound up to deliver another crushing punch, but before she could, Rachel wrapped her right foot around Jolene’s left leg and pulled as hard as she could. Jolene was knocked off balance and Rachel threw a hard elbow to Jolene’s ear. No one can perform that maneuver like Rachel Apache, and the shot knocked Jolene to the floor, clutching her ear in agony.

Later, when thinking about this encounter, Jolene reflected that she should have kept on doing what she had been doing; stomping and punching Rachel, never allowing her opponent to catch her breath. Rachel, as Jolene was well aware, was not a catch-as-catch-can type of opponent. She very rarely punched, roughhoused, or used illegal tactics in a match. Rachel was a pure wrestler, and she could overcome anyone in a straight, tactical match. Jolene’s mistake was in allowing her surprise attack to become a wrestling match.

Rachel now straddled Jolene and began twisting her arms and legs in search of the most advantageous position to lock her opponent up. Jolene tried to use her knees to knock Rachel away, but Rachel dug an elbow into Jolene’s stomach, causing her to howl in pain. Rachel rarely punched in her fights, although she was sorely tempted to in this one. However, she knew that successful and honorable fighting meant keeping your temper in check and not using tactics that would bring disgrace to oneself.

Rachel mounted her opponent and flattened herself on top of her, belly to belly. She was still weakened from the earlier beating, however, and Jolene was able to overturn her and reverse their positions. Rachel countered by grabbing Jolene's head and pulling it down toward her own body. Thus trapped, Jolene couldn’t do much damage from that position, so she tried to pull up and away from Rachel, who held tight and didn’t allow it to happen. Jolene attempted to move her knee into position to deliver a shot to Rachel’s crotch. When Rachel sensed her opponent going for this, she twisted her body and spun Jolene under her. Rachel then grabbed Jolene by the shoulder and turned her over. Now, Jolene was on her side and Rachel was behind her…..a position that is the beginning of the end of any fight in which Rachel Apache is holding the advantage.

Rachel wrapped her legs around Jolene and locked her ankles, squeezing her victim’s midsection with terrific force. Rachel turned Jolene on her right side, trapping the girl’s right arm under her and rendering it useless. Rachel then twisted Jolene’s left arm behind her and held it in a hammerlock. Rachel’s right arm was snaked around Jolene’s chin and neck and she used it to inflict as much torture as she could without actually turning it into a chokehold. Even in a situation as extreme as this one, Rachel’s honor as a fighter would not waver.

The trap was sprung and Jolene was helpless. The harder she twisted and squirmed, the tighter Rachel’s hold became. Rachel would alternately squeeze harder with her legs to drive the air from Jolene’s lungs, then shift the pressure to her neck and hammerlock to inflict pain on her upper body. Jolene had no means of escape. She couldn’t believe she could lose this fight after having executed her surprise attack with such success, but her consciousness was wavering and she was hopelessly trapped.

To submit would be to admit Rachel’s superiority over her. But Jolene had no intention of submitting. Instead, she went to her alternate plan. Gathering the dwindling amount of energy left in her body, she screamed;

“DEATH!”

It took Rachel a moment to understand what that could possibly mean, but it soon became apparent. She heard slow, heavy footsteps ascending the stairs of her house. Still controlling Jolene, Rachel’s lip instinctively curled as she gazed at the top of the stairwell and saw the woman who was to be her opponent at Armageddon.

It was Death, a female version of the Grim Reaper. She stood 6’1, wearing a black, long-hooded robe and standing so straight that she appeared to touch the ceiling. She was a frightening visage to behold and, as Death advanced toward her, Rachel knew she had to release Jolene in order to meet the new challenge facing her.

Rachel let go of her opponent and stood up. Although Jolene was out of commission for the moment, Rachel herself was bruised and winded. Knowing that Jolene would not be staying down for long, Rachel decided she had no time to waste and launched herself at Death. As if expecting this move, Death reached out with one hand and caught Rachel by the throat as she came in. Death didn’t concern herself with fighting honorably any more than Jolene Rictor did. She applied a blatant chokehold on Rachel and shook her opponent back and forth even as she squeezed Rachel’s neck with her claw-like hand.

Any other wrestler would panic. Rachel Apache, though, entwined her leg around Death’s knee and pulled with all of her strength. It worked……Death was put off balance and thrust against the wall. Rachel got her arms in position around Death’s other leg and prepared to knock her to the floor. Before she could do that, Jolene smashed Rachel from behind with a double-ax handle. It was a devastating shot and Rachel sank to the floor, trying to stave off unconsciousness while her opponents stood over her and prepared to attack.

Jolene stomped on Rachel’s boobs while Death grabbed her legs with each arm and spread them. The pain was excruciating and even Rachel Apache could not suppress the moans springing from her lips. Jolene got behind Rachel and held her arms as tightly as she could. With her arms and legs of no use to her, Rachel tried to twist her torso to effect an escape, but it was no use against her powerful opponents. As Jolene continued to bind her arms behind her, Death began delivering close-fisted punches to Rachel’s face and body.



Now helpless, Rachel stared into Death’s eyes…..they were eyes without pupils. Rachel didn’t speak; there was no need for it. She would absorb this beating without complaint…..knowing, that one day, she would avenge it.

Jolene and Death beat Rachel until she was senseless to the world. When they were done, they hurled her down the stairs, and she tumbled head over heels until she reached the bottom. She knew nothing until later that evening. By then, Jolene and Death had left.

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Once she had recovered, Rachel spent the next few hours in quiet contemplation of what had occurred and what was yet to come.

She put aside all thoughts of Jolene Rictor. Jolene obviously felt she needed to defeat Rachel Apache, a need that was so severe that she didn’t even care that it was obtained by dishonorable means. That was an issue that would be addressed on another day.

Instead, Rachel thought about the wrestler named Death. The two women were scheduled to face each other at Armageddon in Madison Square Garden. Clearly, Death was sending Rachel a message with today’s attack.



"Message received." thought Rachel, with a slight smile.

[howardcosell]

“Instant Karma” by John Lennon plays, and out comes Marie B. wearing a blue top with a blue g-string and bare feet. The New York crowd goes wild for Marie and Jasmine stands up and applauds the 4’11” 92 lb blonde. Marie looks around her and bounces up and down a few times as she awaits her opponent.

“Back In Black” by AC/DC plays and out comes Too Sexy on a thrown being carried by six beautiful biracial women. His lovely wife Shakena is on his The 6’1” 164 lb TS is dressed in all purple as he stands, waves, and blows kisses at the fans. He enters the ring and smiles at his smaller opponent, licking his lips. He takes the microphone and approaches Marie.

TS- “It’s me, it’s me, it’s that T, double OOOOOOOOOO—AUGH!!”

Marie kicks TS between the legs and the bell rings. Marie backs TS up with forearm smashes to is goateed chin. Marie whips TS off the ropes and lands a drop toehold, causing the black man’s face the smashed into the mat. Marie bounces off the ropes and flips forward, slamming her heel into the back of TS’s neck. She immediately locks his left arm between her legs, and his right arm is pulled back by her arms… this move is called the Rings of Saturn. Marie is pulling back on his arms with all her might, but TS gets to his knees, and then he rises to his feet with Marie draped across his back still holding onto the submission. He spins around in a circle and then jumps and falls on his back, slamming Marie down on the mat, 1,2, Marie kicks out! TS grabs Marie by her shins and begins to swing her around in a circle. He then lets her go and she flies into the corner, nailing her head on the turnbuckle. Marie is stunned as TS kicks her in the stomach, bounces off the ropes and nails her with an axe kick to the back of her head.

Marie cries out in pain as she lands on the mat. TS takes time out to talk to the crowd as Shakena smiles and applauds her man. TS grabs Marie by the back of the neck and throws her across the bottom ropes. Then he pounces off the ropes, runs and drops his butt down on the back of Marie’s neck. The pain is quite evident on Marie’s face as TS pushes the small blonde out of the ring. TS pulls little Marie up and puts her in a bearhug as the ref begins to count. TS rams Marie’s back into the steel ringpost and then does an overhead belly to belly suplex!! Marie crashes on the floor with a sickening THUD!! TS says some words to the fans as they boo him. He picks Marie up and whips her towards the announce table. Marie crashes stomach first into the table; the loud “OUGH!!” sound that she makes as she flips over and lands on her back on the top of the table is deafening. TS walks over to the commentator’s table and puts on a headset.

TS- “You see right now, what the original Sexy Boy is doing, is he’s kicking Marie the Bumble B’s little ass all over New York City! This little nimrod thought she could hang with Too Sexy? I’m the T, Double O, S,E,… ACCCKKKKK!!”

Marie has locked her legs around TS’s neck and is squeezing him in a headscissors!! TS lifts Marie as the blonde burying her crotch in his face and he backs up towards the steel barricade behind him. He tries to throw Marie off of him and over the barricade into the crowd, but Marie’s legs squeeze tighter causing resistance. When she is thrown off, her chest lands across the barricades and she makes a horrid “ANNNHHH!!” sound as the crowd continues to boo.

TS- “Shit.”

TS looks at his wife and shakes his head from side to side as he pulls Marie up and tosses her into the ring. Most of the New York fans are letting him have it, and even the usually silent and stoic Jasmine is booing him. TS used to be cheered in this city by everyone; and it only disgusts him as he looks at all of them. He places his foot on Marie’s stomach and steps over her. Then he pins her,1,2, he pulls her head off of the mat and shakes his head from side to side. He whips little Marie off the ropes but Marie jumps and throws him to the ground with a flying headscissors!! The crowd is cheering, though some are booing as Marie bounces off the ropes and hits TS in the face with a front dropkick as he gets to his knees. Marie bounces off the ropes again, does a cartwheel, and backflips onto TS, 1,2, TS angrily benchpresses Marie off of him, but the little blonde does a pushup and jumps back on him, sliding her legs around his neck in another headscissors. TS, though he hates doing this, begins to hammer Marie’s tiny feet with punches as she tightens her legs around his neck.

Marie- “Ooh Too Sexy, that feels so good. It’s just like a foot massage. I guess you like feet afterall, hee hee!!”

TS- “Keep… laughin you little… urrk!”

Marie begins to rub her feet in TS’s face as she did the last time they faced each other.

TS rolls himself onto his stomach, forcing Marie to roll over with him. He gets on his knees and throws himself on his back, the result is that Marie lands on her back, but still holds onto the headscissors as TS’s head slams into her stomach, forcing another “OOF!” from the little blonde.

TS- “I gotcha there… didn’t I? How’s that… navel feeling now?”

Marie- “Yeah, you did get me. But I’ve still got you.”

TS- “Face it, Marie… you like… having me… on my back like this don’t you? Deep down… you know… you like me!”

Marie- “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!”

TS feels Marie’s legs loosen and he reaches up and grabs her head, pulling it forward and down. While TS can’t see anything but Marie’s feet, his arms are long enough to reach the blonde’s head and apply a modified version of the can opener. Marie releases the headscissors, but she still can’t free herself as she struggles. TS lets her go, and the small blonde’s head whiplashes back and crashes into the mat. TS rises and walks around to where he is looking down at Marie’s face. He reaches down and grabs Marie by her shins then steps on her hair. He pulls Marie up by the legs while still standing on her blonde hair, then he jumps forward, slamming both knees into Marie’s lower abdomen, landing on his feet. He flips Marie over on her stomach, then pulls Marie into a doggystyle like position with her legs wrapped around his waist and his hands on either side of her face. He then pulls her by her head causing the rest of her body to whip forward, and then he slams the back of her head to the mat!! Shakena pumps her fists as Marie rolls around the ring in agony!

TS- “WHOOO!! She can’t help it; she loves me!! And who the hell wouldn’t?”

Marie slowly rises to her feet as TS lifts her up into a standard suplex, but front suplexes her across the top rope. Marie groans loudly as her stomach slams across the rope and she rests on the ring apron. TS bounces off the opposing ropes and charges, but Marie ducks and rams her head into his stomach, then using his momentum to backdrop him over the top rope and to the floor!! Shakena rushes over to TS’s side and tries to help him to his feet as Marie reenters the ring. Marie bounces off the opposite ropes, does a cartwheel and does a twisting body dive out of the ring and onto TS, who pushes Shakena out of the way!! TS slowly rises to his feet as little Marie backs him up with punches and kicks to his face. Marie sends TS flying onto the announce table with a vicious dropkick!! While the Sexy one is stunned, Marie jumps on the ring apron then climbs the turnbuckle to the top rope. Marie looks around at all the fans right before she leaps off the top turnbuckle, does three front flips and lands on TS’s chest with a perfect 10 Y pose, causing the table to break!! The familiar chants of “HOLY SHIT” begin to rain down as Marie hammers TS’s face with punches and then whips him front first into the steel ringpost!! TS is now busted open as Marie B. rolls him into the ring and pins him 1,2, no! Marie tries to put on a figure four leglock, but TS kicks her, sending her into the ropes. When Marie bounces back, she falls forward and her head crashes into TS’s crotch!! TS is in pure agony as the small blonde rises to her feet and smiles. She shoves her right foot into his mouth as laughs as he gags on her little toes!! Then she stands on his face, rubbing her feet all over him as he is still hurt from the blow to his manhood.

Marie- “I hope you’re enjoying this as much as I am, Sexy Boy! You’re only experiencing the agony of dee feet!!”

Marie is whipped around as Jolene Rictor is now in the ring and Jolene kicks Marie in the stomach!! Stunner! Stunner! Stone Cold Stunner by Jolene Rictor who runs out of the ring and Marie is down!! Too Sexy slowly crawls over to the seemingly unconscious blonde and makes the cover… 1…2……NO!! MARIE KICKED OUT!! TS is very frustrated and yanks Marie up, but the blonde rolls him up in a small package, 1,2, TS kicks out! Marie is up quickly and dropkicks TS into the ropes; she then bounces off the opposing ropes and rushes TS who moves to center ring, as Marie plants her feet to flip over him, TS kicks her in the stomach, then hooks both her arms, lifts her up and drives her down on the back of her neck!! The bloodied TS turns Marie over on her back and goes for the sharpshooter, but Marie quickly grabs his legs and launches herself between them and slides behind him. As TS spins around, Marie slowly rises to her feet and raises her arms in a fighting stance while trying hard not to favor her hurting neck. TS shakes his head and smiles at Marie; the girl has a heart as big as The Big Apple. As he looks down and laughs, Marie bounces off of the ropes and goes for a double front kick, but TS grabs one of the legs and pulls it up as he locks Marie around the waist. He gives Marie a dry humping pumping, and then while falling back, he throws Marie over his head in a cradle suplex… of course, he calls it the Sexyplex!! TS spinaroonies himself to his feet and does the sexy strut, raises both of his arms in the air as Shakena imitates his motions in sync with him. Too Sexy knows that it’s time to put this match to an end.

He walks over to Marie’s limp body and wiggles his hips in a circular motion as he pulls her to her feet. He then shoves her head between his legs and traps it in place. He places his hands behind his head and once again wiggles his hips, then he lifts Marie up and goes for the powerbomb, but Marie locks her legs around his neck and squeezes with all her might! The pain is excruciating and Marie and Too Sexy are staring right into each other’s eyes as he now finds himself in the same position that Kayla was in many months ago at OPW No Slack in Atlanta. TS can either drive Marie headfirst into the mat, or try to somehow get free. Too much thinking can cost you the match, and TS doesn’t want to break Marie’s neck, so he places his hands on her back and falls forward, but Marie flips him onto the back of his neck, 1,2, TS kicks out!! Marie is still holding onto the headscissors and TS’s strength is ebbing.

Marie- “Just give up, Too Sexy. Give it to me. Give IT TO ME.”

TS- “How about… NO!”

Marie- “I’ll make you give it to me, Too Sexy.”

TS- “How the hell are you gonna do that?”

Marie slides down TS’s body and puts her scissors around his chest just below his arms, then leans forward, burying her navel right on his mouth and interlocking her fingers with his. He can’t help but lick and kiss Marie’s round penny sized innie navel as she grinds on his head. By the time he realizes that he’s been pinned for the 1,2,3, it’s waaaay too late. Marie stands up and raises her arms in victory as TS rolls his eyes and pounds the mat.

Marie- “Face it, Tiger. You just got outsmarted.”

While Marie celebrates and waves at the fans, TS, a man of his word, grabs the little blonde’s foot and shoves it into his mouth, licking and sucking her toes as she moans and fights off the urge to climax. Shakena watches on disgusted as TS does the other foot and then quickly exits the ring. He looks at his wife and shrugs his shoulders as Marie blows him a kiss and waves. The New York fans chant Marie’s name as she celebrates and is overjoyed and moved to tears by the support she’s getting. It’s been a short time, but a pretty long journey for Marie B in OPW, and now she has won at OPW’s biggest event. Too Sexy has been here before, and while normally, it would be pretty embarrassing to lose to a 4’11” 92 pound blonde girl, but this girl is Marie B., and she proves the saying that dynamite comes in small packages. You have to wonder if these two will bury the hatchet or will there be a third tie-breaking match between them. TS looks at Marie as he walks up the ramp and claps three times for her and then leaves.

[howardcosell]

Rachel Apache vs. Death by Marie B.


Excitement is building in the arena as the crowd sees the participants for the next match entering the ring. Much of the interest in this fight stems from the fact that both wrestlers are undefeated in their long careers. Even more than that, though, is the notion that the competitors are so vastly different in their approaches to the sport.

Rachel Apache is 5’11, 150 pounds and exotically beautiful in her trademark purple wrestling outfit. She is arguably the greatest technical fighter in the sport and prefers to take a tactical approach to her matches. She shows virtually no emotion during a fight and no one has ever seen her become upset while wrestling. Using these qualities, she has never been cleanly defeated in a sanctioned match.

Death is 6’1. Her weight is unknown but probably approaches 200 pounds. It is impossible to guess her true measurements, as she wrestles while wearing a flowing, hooded robe. Her eyes are white, without pupils. She uses no technical wrestling tactics; her forte is power and whatever actions it takes to destroy her opponent. She, too, has never lost…..in fact, most opponents are intimidated into defeat by the sight of Death. She has severely injured many of the women (and men) she has faced.

Rachel is not intimidated by her opponent, but the experts have no idea what tactics she can use to combat the raw power and ferocity of Death. On one hand, no wrestler in history has possessed the repertoire of Rachel Apache. On the other hand, no one has ever proven to be as invulnerable as Death. Those same analysts are evenly split as to who will win. If the opponent were anyone but Rachel, the bettor’s choice would overwhelmingly be Death. But Rachel is the opponent and many feel that if anyone can find a way to overcome the devastation that Death spreads; it is Rachel Apache.


As the bell rings and the two women approach each other, Rachel looks to be dangerous, but not large enough to do damage to her feared opponent. Death stands to her full 6’1 and looks down with disdain at her foe.

Rachel’s scouting reports on Death lead her to expect a series of straight punches to start the match off. Instead, Death comes forward with her arms outstretched, seemingly reaching for Rachel. Instead, she draws back those arms and uses them as clubs, slamming her fists down on Rachel’s exposed shoulders. Rachel grimaces in pain as the blows land, but she doesn’t go down…..instead, she backs off, moving laterally so that she is not right in front of her opponent. Death follows her and attempts the same tactic again…..but when she chops her arms in a downward motion, Rachel takes a nimble step back out of harm’s way, then bursts forward with a hard combination to Death’s midsection. Rachel watches for the effect and is startled to see that there is none. Death has rock-hard abs and the blows simply glance off her with no effect. Without hesitation, Rachel slams another solid combination to Death’s stomach followed by clubbing left to her solar plexus. Death’s midsection seems to ripple for a moment, but again, there is no measurable effect on the giant woman.

Rachel feints and comes forward again. This time, Death throws a surprisingly quick right fist to Rachel’s face. It lands hard on her nose and draws blood. The crowd, shocked to see Rachel’s blood, especially so early in the match, gives out a collective sigh.

Rachel steps back to re-group. The blow hurt more than she would have thought. She was particularly surprised that Death could punch with speed like that. Despite it all, Rachel doesn’t put her hand to her nose to check for blood…..a warrior doesn’t do that.

Rachel moves forward, extending an arm, and when Death goes to grab it, Rachel thrusts her body sideways and grabs Death’s arm, twisting it with both of hers. The maneuver tilts Death slightly off balance and Rachel looks to apply pressure with her double wristlock. She senses that Death will launch a punch with her other arm, and when it happens, Rachel is able to easily duck under it. When Death’s body swings into hers, Rachel headbutts Death in the chin with her forehead. The blow lands solidly and Death seems to rock on her heels a bit. Rachel then releases the wristlock and wraps Death in one of her powerful headlocks. Her grip is solid and she tries to drag Death around the ring, but the dark girl lifts Rachel bodily and tosses her over the top rope to the concrete floor outside the ring. Rachel’s knees are the first thing to hit the ground, and the pain is immediate and sharp. Apache writhes on the ground as Death stands statue-still in the center of the ring, waiting for her opponent to either re-enter the ring or be counted out.

Rachel gets to her feet and climbs back in, her eyes riveted on Death. Rachel is a bit shaken by this turn of events. She is still calm, but perhaps a little less so than before. Her mind is working on strategy and she decides that out-wrestling Death is her best chance for victory.

With her plan set, Rachel dances in cat-like style around her dangerous opponent. She feints a punch toward Death, then lowers her head and makes a charge at Death’s knees in an effort at a double-leg takedown. But it seems as if Death has a supernatural prescience of Rachel’s tactics, as she drives a knee viciously toward her forehead. It lands just over her right eyebrow and opens an enormous cut, the blood spurting from the wound.

Rachel stumbles back several steps before going down. The pain is tremendous and the amount of blood gushing is frightening both to Rachel and to her fans. Although Rachel’s face remains impassive, the nervous manner in which she shakes her wrists and the blood pouring down her face makes her look more vulnerable than any wrestling fan has ever seen her.

As Rachel prepares to resume the match, Death stands in the center of the ring and grandly raises her arms to the sky, as if proclaiming victory and superiority in the same gesture.

For the first time in anyone’s memory, Rachel Apache looks angry during a match. She lowers her head and bursts forward in a rush. She butts Death solidly in the stomach, driving her back toward the turnbuckle. Once there, Rachel straightens and throws powerful punches at her opponent’s face. They land solidly and do have an effect, but Death gathers herself and starts throwing punches in return and succeeds in driving Rachel off her. Although surprised that she could be repelled like that, Rachel returns to her plan of trying to out-wrestle Death. Rachel entwines her right leg around Death’s left and tries to pull her off balance. The move is partially successful, but Death is very strong and manages to stay on her feet. Keeping her balance, she uses her left hand to bang away at Rachel’s damaged right eye, causing a renewed burst of blood to spurt forth. Rachel takes a step back, and it is all the room Death needs to launch an all-out attack. She punches Rachel to the center of the ring, then whips her off the ropes and executes a back body drop that sends Apache high in the air before landing on her back with a thud. Rachel gets to her feet, but her movements have slowed, which is indicative that the blood loss is starting to bother her. Death moves in quickly and picks Rachel up by the crotch and turns her upside-down, executing a perfect body slam that leaves Rachel flat on her back in the center of the ring.

Rachel is bleeding profusely……her luxurious black hair is sticky from the blood and her face is drenched with it. For the first time in anyone’s memory, Rachel looks confused and hesitant. She slowly rises to her feet, but before she can stand straight, Death moves in with surprising quickness and grabs her by the throat, lifting her entire body in the air. Death struts around the ring, displaying her prize to the crowd. After a few seconds, she utilizes a brutal choke slam that smashes the back of Rachel Apache’s head to the canvas, leaving her in a semi-conscious daze.

As Death stands above the fallen Rachel, many in the crowd wonder what the dark lady might be thinking. With the hood she wears, no one has ever seen her face and no one can guess her emotions, or whether she even has any. Does Death even know who her current opponent is? Does she know that Rachel Apache is undefeated? Does she know the degree of honor and pride possessed by her opponent?

Death’s next action gave a clear indication that she did know whom she was fighting and the degree of character possessed by her opponent. As Rachel lay stunned, Death reached down with her claw-like hands and shredded the one-piece wrestling suit from her body. The fans were stunned as they heard the brutal, ripping sound of the purple garment being torn from Rachel. Then, Death shredded her opponent’s bra and panties, then her boots, leaving Rachel totally naked. When she was finished, Death stepped back to survey the havoc she had wrought. Although her face was hidden, one sensed feelings of triumph and joy emanating from her. The crowd was in a state of stunned silence.

Everyone’s eyes shifted to Rachel Apache. She was awake, but naked and bloodied in the center of the ring. Beneath the cascade of blood, Rachel’s eyes darted from side to side and one could sense her mind working rapidly. Rachel’s eyes told the fans that she could have fought off a pinning attempt from the dark lady, but that she was totally dumbfounded by the action that Death had decided to take…..to strip her clothes in order to rob her dignity and pride.

As Death stood on the other side of the ring, waiting to see if Rachel would continue fighting…….Rachel stood up. She was bloodied and naked, but she stood to her full 5’10 and stared directly at her opponent…..a glance so intense that Death instinctively took a step backward.

Death had obviously surmised that Rachel’s pride would cause her to turn and flee rather than wrestle naked in front of so many people. Instead, Rachel did a slow, full turn, letting the crowd drink in the glorious vision of the female warrior. She was totally naked for the world to see……and proud of it. She knew that her body was strong and beautiful, and by displaying it to 22,000 people in open, honorable fashion, she showed Death that she was not ashamed. In fact, the crowd sensed that the shame belonged to Death, not Rachel.

As Rachel Apache stood, bloodied but unbowed, her body seemed to ripple as strength and pride flowed back into it. She wasn’t standing there doing muscle poses, but the emanation of energy made it seem that she was. Rachel Apache had never smiled during a wrestling match before, and she didn’t smile now……but her countenance made it seem as though she was smiling.

All of this took only a few moments, although it appeared to the fans that a much longer time had elapsed. At the proper moment, Rachel turned to face Death.

Sensing that she had let an important moment go by, Death rushed at Rachel Apache. To the crowd’s shock, Rachel didn’t raise her hands to defend herself. Instead, she watched as Death drew back her long arm and delivered a punch to Rachel’s jaw. Rachel blinked when it landed, but didn’t take a step backward. She merely nodded her head at Death to indicate that she could take another free shot. Death whistled a hard punch to Rachel’s eyebrow, and the blood spurted even harder from the wound. Rachel again nodded at her opponent and invited her to throw another.

Death’s suddenly frantic body language could be read from anywhere in the arena. As a creature of instinct, she could sense that the momentum had shifted away from her. She could almost smell the strength and fortitude emanating from Rachel, combining with the coppery scent of her foe’s blood.

Death tried a third shot, gathering all the strength in her body. The blow never landed. Rachel easily sidestepped and launched her own attack. She threw two hard shots at Death’s head that rocked the giant woman. She faked a right to the face and delivered a crushing bolo punch to the stomach that doubled Death over. Plainly, Rachel’s punches packed a power that she had not displayed earlier in the match. For all her glorious history in female fighting, Rachel had never fought with the passion she was fighting with now. Despite the blood she had shed and the tremendous punishment she had taken, Rachel was now stronger, faster, more determined, and more vicious than ever before in her career. Death was about to pay the price.

With Death doubled over from the body shot, Rachel used her fists to pound on the giant’s back and neck, driving her to her knees. She then knee-lifted Death, snapping her to the canvas. As the back of her head hit, Death bit her tongue and blood spurted from her mouth. Rachel began stomping Death with deadly accurate shots. The dark girl flopped on the canvas, trying to get away from her tormentor. As Death got to her hands and knees, Rachel came up from behind and bent her backward. With Death facing the ceiling, Rachel straddled her opponent’s face with her cxnt and squeezed with her thighs. Fans gasped as they saw Rachel’s leg and vaginal muscles bulge and ripple as they crushed the pain and humiliation into the face of Death.

For years, fans knew that Death had never spoken nor made any other type of sound. They had wondered if the woman was mute. Today, they found out that she wasn’t, as the dark girl spewed cries of agony, which were muffled by the private parts of Rachel Apache.

Rachel released her hold and stepped back, leaving Death sitting on the canvas and gasping for breath. Rachel approached from behind and smashed her elbow into the bridge of Death’s nose, shattering it and bringing forth another gush of blood. By now, it was impossible to tell one woman’s blood from the others’.

Death lay on her back, her hands up in a defenseless plea for mercy. Her huge size and full robe made the gesture of submission seem pitiful. Rachel stood above her in proud beauty. She was not ashamed of her nakedness. The fans didn’t even regard her as being naked…….to their eyes, she was clothed in glory.

Rachel bent down and lifted Death as one would pick up a barbell. Showing incredible strength, she hoisted the giant over her head in a military press. Death’s body was perpendicular to the mat, held airborne by Rachel Apache’s fully extended arms. She paraded her defeated opponent around the ring. Then, setting herself, she slammed Death down to the canvas with all the force in her body. The landing produced such a concussive impact that one of the turnbuckles collapsed, thereby causing the other turnbuckles and the ring ropes to topple. Now, there was nothing to obscure the crowd’s vision as they gazed reverently at Rache Apache, standing in naked magnificence, posing with one foot on the chest of her unconscious opponent as the referee counted to three.


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Death, no longer undefeated and no longer a force to be reckoned with, was carried from the ring on a stretcher.

Rachel Apache, still unbeaten and forever a legend in female fighting, was offered a robe to wear on her way back to the dressing room. Normally, her warrior pride would reject the idea of nudity in public……but today, she declined the robe and walked backstage in proud, naked glory.

The crowd in the aisles was close enough that anyone could reach out and touch her.



But no one did.

[~Rox Erotique~]

WOW!!! 4 great stories there!!!!

LOVED THEM ALL!!! but inparticular I hold a soft spot for the first Too Sexy - Marie B  encounter! laughed my arse off!!!!

Great work!!!

x G x

[Marie B.]

Nice to see the old stories show up.

[Kayla]

Heh! Heh!  Was gonna repost the Howard vs Marie that I had saved, but now you've saved me the trouble!