Adina vs. Brit
A New Brit in Town!

As she sat in the locker room reaching down to tie her cranberry colored wrestling boots, Adina looked up as her nemesis Molly was being helped though the doors after suffering a loss to newcomer Shamiqua. Though a good-hearted person, Adina couldn’t help but smile at the stupor her blonde archenemy was in. Shamiqua had tossed Molly from the ring and then smashed her over the head with a folding chair before dumping her back into the ring and pinning her. But despite her joy at the sight of Molly’s woes, Adina knew that she couldn’t revel in her rival’s suffering. She had her own match coming up, and she desperately needed a win.

The Pakistani immigrant had joined the women’s wrestling ranks a few months earlier, and earned a victory against Barbara in the first pro wrestling match for each of them. She also came in third place overall in the 2004 Popularity Cont4est, but hadn’t faired quite as well in the Bikini Wrestler of the Year event. Though Adina had taken third in the bikini contest portion of the vent, she was eliminated from The Gauntlet and tossed from the ring. But now it was time for her to show that she was truly a good wrestler and get back on the winning track. Her opponent tonight was a newcomer, not to women’s pro wrestling, but to both America and American ladies wrestling.

Brit was a British blonde bombshell who had wrestled in her native England for 10 years before deciding to come across the pond and wrestle in the states. A champion in her British wrestling federation a few years ago, the now 37 year old beauty had been having a difficult time getting matches back in England since the promoters favored the younger women. So despite being in great shape and having an impressive resume’, Brit nonetheless couldn’t compete in the eyes of the British wrestling promoters. The fact that she was now facing the 23 year old Adina seemed to amuse Brit, who strolled past Adina and took a seat next to her, alarming the dark-haired Pakistani.

“’ello love, I’m Brit!” she announced, reaching forward to shake hands with her upcoming opponent.

Adina was taken aback by the outward blonde, but nonetheless reluctantly shook hands. Brit then grabbed her wrestling boots, each with the Union Jack emblazed on them, pulled them onto her feet and began to lace them up. She continued talking to Adina as she finished tying the knots on her boots.

“So I ‘ere that you’re new to the wrestling game. Well don’t you worry love, I’m sure we’ll have a good match! Good luck to you!” With that Brit stood up, her svelte body on display from the union Jack bikini she wore. Brit looked much younger than her age, her body fit and tone and her face bright and cheery. She began to stretch as Adina wasn’t quite sure where to look, trying her best to run through her strategy in her head but distracted by the buxom blonde who continued to stretch her supple body out just a few feet away. With her eyes darting nervously in every direction, Adina was finally called into the arena as Brit smiled at her while stretching her arms overhead and twisting her body from side to side.

“Go get ‘em love!” Brit shouted encouragingly as Adina looked back at her while walking away, a quizzical look stretched across her pretty face.

As Adina stood at the door leading into the arena she could hear the large crowd buzzing on the other side of it as she began to fidget tensely. She still hadn’t yet got over her apprehension at being introduced to an arena filled with wrestling fans, nor was she completely comfortable with appearing before them in nothing more than her crimson colored, one-piece leotard and matching boots. She was raised very conservatively, and despite living in America for several years, her conservative values remained with her. But her apprehension only grew as she heard the announcer begin to introduce her match.

“Our next match features one of our most popular wrestlers. She stands 5’ 5” tall and weighs 135 pounds. Please give a warm welcome to ….. ADINA!”

Adina hesitated, her heart racing before finally she pushed open the doors and began to quickly trot down to ringside. The crowd greeted her warmly as a flood of cheers filled the arena. Having been voted the third most popular wrestler in the 2004 Wrestler Popularity Poll, it was obvious that Adina had a good number of fans, and all of them were welcoming her back to the ring tonight.

Reaching ringside she climbed up the stairs, dipped beneath the ropes and began to trot around the ring once before retreating to her corner. Small beads of sweat had begun to appear on her forehead, further signs of the anxiety she was feeling. Standing in her corner she began to stretch her arms on the ropes, anxious for the match to get underway. But before it could, her opponent had to be introduced to the fans.

“And Adina’s opponent tonight ….. She is another newcomer making her first appearance in the USA. She comes to us from England where she was a former wrestling champion, and is now prepared to the USA by storm. She stands 5’ 7” tall and weighs a sultry 126 pounds, please give a warm welcome to …… BRIT!”

The lovely blonde burst through the doors with a wide smile on her face. She jogged down the aisle, stopping numerous times to pick out the most handsome men and give them a Kiss on the cheek. The crowd loved it as Brit played to the men, making sure that each and every good looking man who was standing on the aisle got either a hug, kiss or both. Adina stood and watched, somewhat annoyed that her opponent was taking so long to get to the ring. And when she finally did, Brit pranced around it, strutting and shaking her assets for everyone to see.

Brit sauntered by Adina’s corner, once again wishing her luck before turning and blowing kisses out to the crowd before finally retreating to her corner. After a few more seconds the bell finally rang, and Adina’s dark eyes and pretty face twisted into a serious expression as she circled the ring, studying each and every move that Brit made.

The blonde was much more carefree however, hopping spryly in a circle before shifting gears and darting out the brunette. But Adina was ready and quickly snagged hold of Brit’s wrist, twisting her arm behind her back.

“UHHH ... very nice love. Quick reactions. I’m going to have to watch out for you!” Brit whispered to Adina was she tried to wriggle free.

But Adina was not interested in starting a dialogue, and instead gave another tug on the blonde’s arm. But with blinding speed, Brit was able to twirl herself around and not only break Adina’s grip, but reversing positions so that they ended up with Adina’s arm wrenched behind her own back. The brunette grunted, not sure how Brit had been able to reverse the hold. She was so fast that Adina didn’t even see it coming. But now her shoulder was aching, and Brit was once again talking to her.

“Good one, eh? I learned that one from one of my mates in the UK.”

Adina jostled and jerked her body, but couldn’t break free from Brit’s grasp as the buxom blonde’s chest poked her in the back. With her arm aching badly, Adina tried to reach back over her shoulder and grab hold of Brit’s head, but the blonde made her pay for leaving her side stretched open by giving her a chop to the ribs. The brunette grumbled in pain as Brit tightened the grip on her wrist, straightening her up in the process.

“Never leave yourself open when wrestling in close quarters love!” she scolded Adina while continuing to jerk her arm behind her.

Adina did not appreciate the advice, especially when it was coming at her own expense, but Brit was surprisingly strong for a woman her size. And quick too as she again whirled around, this time pulling Adina’s arm to the side before stepping over it with one leg and then stuffing Adina’s elbow into her crotch. Adina’s body hunched forward as her arm was now pulled between Brit’s legs as the blonde yanked up on it, bending it painfully.

“AHHHH …. AHHHHH!” screamed the pretty Pakistani.

“Yeah, this one hurts, don’t it? Sorry about that love!” Brit whispered to her.

The crowd was cheering, despite Adina’s popularity. Brit’s quick moves and playful banter were winning them over at this early stage of the fight, and Adina could do nothing about it. Her arm felt like it was about to break in half, but Brit again showed her quickness by dropping down onto her back and flipping Adina over in the process with a perfectly executed arm drag.

Crashing onto her back as well, Adina found her arm again being yanked out to the side as Brit stuffed the sole of one of her boots into Adina’s armpit while wedging the other into the side of her neck. She then began to dip backward, yanking arduously on Adina’s now stretched arm.

“AIYYYYY!” screamed to anguished brunette as her arm began to grow numb, her shoulder screaming in pain.

Adina kicked her legs furiously in an attempt to get free but the pain grew too intense for her to concentrate on an escape as she again squealed out loud. With one of Brit’s boot gnarling the skin on the side of her neck and the other digging into the soft skin of her freshly shaved armpit, Adina was in agony.

“Kind of gives new meaning to the term RAZOR BURN, doesn’t it love?” Brit teased. “This is one of my favorite holds ‘cause it not only works over the arm, it also attacks the neck and shoulder too!” the blonde announced, as if to be giving a blow by blow account of each and every hold.

Adina began to flail her legs even more furiously as Brit continued to yank on her arm. But finally Adina’s frantic kicking allowed her body to inch close enough to the ropes for her to stretch and drop one ankle onto the bottom one.

“Okay, break the hold Brit!” the ref announced, the blonde following his instructions.

“Very nice love. Good escape!” she whispered to her victim as she quickly got to her feet.

Adina got up into a kneeling position as she stroked her aching arm and shoulder, but Brit had already rushed at her, locking her in a half nelson before using it to pull her onto her feet. With her arm coiled around Brit’s, Adina was hauled onto her feet before Brit switched her grip, grabbing Adina by the wrist and arm and pulling her back against the ropes. She then tossed her across the ring, Adina dipping against the opposite ropes before ricocheting back. She was met with a deft, spinning kick to her solar plexus that doubled Adina over and left her gasping for air. Brit then raced at her and wrapped her legs around Adina’s bowed head before using them to flip her onto her back.

Landing hard, Adina now found herself on her back, her head trapped tightly between the blonde’s luscious thighs. With the headscissors secured, Brit again whispered down to her trapped victim, once again announcing her moves.

“Sorry ‘bout the headscissors love, but you know, I’ve got to make an impression on the fans. And they do so love a good scissors hold!”

The buxom British wrestler then squeezed tightly, coiling one of her ankles over the other to make the grip even tighter. Adina’s face began to turn red, matching the color of her leotard as she again began to kick her legs furiously in protest. The crowd cheered loudly as Brit seemed to be posing, placing her hands behind her on the mat while jutting her chest forward as she sat on the canvas, Adina’s head wedged tightly in her thighs.

“I think they like me!” she yelled happily down at Adina who was not at all interested.

Adina continued to kick, but her legs were gradually losing their fervor, and Brit noticed.

“You know love, the key for a little girl like me beating a strong girl like you is to keep you grounded. So sorry about this!”

Adina gradually stopped kicking her legs and tried to wedge her arms between Brit’s thighs in an attempt to pry them apart. She shoved her hands between the soft skin on Brit’s thighs, but despite her best efforts, could not separate the blonde’s shapely legs. Grunting loudly, her face even more red than her suit now, Adina felt helpless. She had no idea how to escape, and Brit seemed to determine to keep the hold locked on until Adina submitted. The brunette began to debate whether or not to do so, but with the match still only a few minutes old, her pride prevented her from giving up. So with the crowd cheering loudly for the British newcomer, Adina alternated between kicking and prying, neither getting her anywhere.

“You know love, we could be ‘ere all night. You ‘bout ready to give up?” Brit asked.

But Adina simply grunted and flailed her legs, not answering the question, at least not with words.

“Guess not, good for you!” Brit replied cheerily.

With that she unwound her legs from Adina’s head, but quickly rolled over alongside the pooped Pakistani, forcing her onto her stomach before taking a seat on her back. Adina tried to roll Brit off of her, but the sly blonde had planted her feet on either side of Adina’s body and quickly reached forward, grabbing the brunette’s wrists and pulling back on her arms.

With her back curling up off of the mat, Adina felt her arms being crossed one over the other as Brit pulled back on them, now sitting on Adina’s butt. With her body arching up awkwardly, again Adina grunted in pain as Brit hauled back on her arms. The brunette was embarrassed at the way she was being so thoroughly dominated by the newcomer, but it was obvious that Brit was a very skilled wrestler. She was incredibly quick, surprisingly strong, and extremely knowledgeable of wrestling holds, as Adina’s aching body could attest. But Brit was also a talker, as again she whispered down to her aching victim.

“I’ve got to admit that this one is more for show than anything else. I’m sure it hurts, but I use it more because it looks so damn good!”

Adina’s body was bent at an incredible painful angle, her back arched while her arms were crossed over each other and being tugged on mercilessly by the blonde. But suddenly she felt her arms freed as her face dropped to the mat. She felt Brit’s weight lift off of her butt, and before she knew what happened, Brit had positioned herself alongside Adina, planting her knee into Adina’s back while grabbing one of her legs and wrapping her arms around Adina’s throat. She began to pull the two together, Adina’s body again curling inward, this time the pain almost too much to bear. With the top of her head just a few inches away from the sole of her foot, Adina’s body was contorted into a horrific shape, and the screams of pain were testament to that.

“Okay love, sorry to do this to you, but you had better give up now. This one can really hurt your back if your not careful!”

A sharp pain shot up Adina’s spine as well as down the back of her leg. The pain was unbearable, and as much as she tried to hang on, Adina found herself screaming out her surrender.

“I SUBMIT ….. I SUBMIT!” she screamed, the ref calling for the bell as Brit quickly released the hold.

With her body unfurling, Adina curled herself into the fetal position, her head tucked into her chest as she cowered with embarrassment. The match was over without her putting up any fight whatsoever and Adina was ashamed of her performance. Brit got up and walked over to Adina, kneeling down next to her before stroking the back of her head.

“You okay love? Sorry about that, but I needed to make a good first impression. Don’t you worry though, you’re going to be a great wrestler. Just give it some time!”

Adina listened but did not respond, not even lifting her head up. She appreciated the kind words, but they were little solace for her poor performance. Adina still had a good deal of work to do before she could call herself a legitimate pro wrestler, and that fact had just been drilled home as Brit’s arm was raised and the announcer made it official.

“The winner of the match by submission ….. BRIT!”

The crowd roared as a new fan favorite had just completed her successful American wrestling debut. Brit had shown great skill as a wrestler and smiled widely as she blew kisses to the crowd as her opponent continued to sulk below her.

THE END

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