2nd Veteran's Division Amateur Elimination Tournament
First Round


With the Women’s Division tournament ended, 2 newcomers; Jade and Kayla; had successfully earned a permanent spot on the Women’s Division roster with their victories. As they returned triumphantly into the locker room which housed all of the hopefuls, the amateurs about to compete in Veteran’s Division Tournament were optimistic that they too would be as successful as Jade and Kayla had been. Those 4 Veteran Division hopefuls included returning competitors Summer and Sarge, who had each advanced to the final round in the previous tournament, only to lose their final round matches. With them was 52 year old first-time competitor Felizia, the aunt of Women’s Division wrestler Peaches, who was making her debut in the tournament as the oldest of the newcomers and Barbara, a former Women’s Division wrestler who had been eliminated in the previous tournament by Peaches and now, at the age of 41, was attempting a comeback in the Veteran’s Division.

The amateurs prepared quietly, Sarge and Summer having gone through this before and looking encouraged by the success of Jade and Kayla. In her first attempt in the previous tournament, Summer had the misfortune of facing Cocoa in the final round, a massive woman who weighed more than twice as much as the fit blonde. The match was over quickly, ending when Cocoa flattened Summer with her patented “Cocoa Powder” finisher, crushing Summer’s hopes in the process. But she was back and hopeful that her experiences in the previous tournament would pay dividends this time around.

Also hoping to capitalize on her experience from the previous tournament was Sarge, a no-nonsense former drill sergeant who had faced Ms. Liberty in the final round. In contrast to Summer, Sarge had actually dominated much of her final match against her veteran opponent, but Ms. Liberty took advantage of Sarge’s recklessness and managed to get the pin. But Sarge now realized that she still had to maintain her high level of intensity, but wrestle in a more controlled manner in order to be successful.

Sitting near them was Felizia, who was making her first attempt in this tournament, appearing confident as she spread some oil over her bikini clad body, her niece Peaches standing by her side for moral support. A Brazilian citizen, Felizia had moved to the United States just a few months ago, and at the urging of her niece Peaches, decided to compete to become an American pro wrestler. Having grown up in rough neighborhood outside of Rio de Janiero, Felizia had learned how to defend herself at a young age, and planned to use those skills, along with a few pointers from her niece, to successfully accomplish her goal. As she prepared herself however, Peaches glanced around the room at her aunt’s competition, recognizing Barbara, as she too prepared across the room.

Peaches had defeated Barbara in the previous tournament, knocking her out of the Women’s Division in the process. As such, Peaches was concerned about the prospect of her aunt facing such an experienced wrestler, but as the buxom beauty glanced at the woman whom she had defeated previously, she could not but help but notice how nervous Barbara looked. In fact, despite being the most experienced wrestler of the 4 competitors, Barbara also appeared to be the most nervous. With a couple of years passed since she last wrestled professionally, her age now placed her squarely in the Veteran’s Division for her comeback attempt. She had worked hard to get herself into shape, but nonetheless, she fidgeted nervously as she stood stretched her limbs in preparation.

So as all 4 of the hopefuls prepared quietly in their own dressing room, next door, in the locker room housing the pro wrestlers, the mood was also tense. The reality that Molly, a powerful Women’s Division wrestler, had been eliminated was causing even more stress to the veteran wrestlers who would soon be competing to keep their jobs.

As with the Women’s Division, the 3 least popular veteran wrestlers, based on the results of the 2007 Fan Popularity Poll, would be competing against the amateurs to retain their spot on the permanent roster. Those veteran wrestlers were Big, Bad Bertha, Cocoa and Ms. Liberty.

The interaction between the 3 was virtually non-existent at first, each of them seated in opposite corners of the room. Cocoa stood in one corner, her silver leotard glistening under the lights as she looked impatient, wanting to get on with the tournament. She was agitated by the fact that she would again have to justify her existence in the Veteran’s Division, and her agitation was obvious as she stormed around the room.

In contrast, sitting relaxed with one leg propped up on a chair as she smoked a cigarette, Big, Bad Bertha poured a shot of whiskey from a silver flask into a glass and gulped it down. Wearing her black, vinyl fetish outfit, Bertha let out a loud burp after swigging the whiskey and then drew a long, deep drag of her cigarette. She seemed unfazed by the possibility of losing her job as she gazed over at the pacing Cocoa before turning her attention to Ms. Liberty.

The brunette Ms. Liberty watched her repugnant rival gulp the shot, shaking her head in disgust at the sound of the burp before turning back toward the mirror to add a whisk of blush to her cheeks. Despite her reaction to Bertha’s imbibing, Ms. Liberty was nonetheless extremely subdued as she sat before the mirror, a distinct sadness evident in her pretty, brown eyes. Her sadness was not only evident on her face however since, for the first time in her wrestling career where she was NOT wearing patriotically themed, red, white and blue attire. Instead she was clad in a black leotard with black fishnet tights and a pair of black wrestling boots.

Just a few short months ago, Ms. Liberty’s ex-husband had unexpectedly passed away of a massive heart attack, though to this day, she was unaware of the circumstances of his death. Though divorced, Ms. Liberty nonetheless was deeply saddened by his passing since their split had been amicable and the two had remained very close. Married for close to 30 years, he was the father of her children and was to be the grandfather of their soon to be born, first grandchild. Still in mourning, Ms. Liberty had asked to be excused from participating in the tournament after being informed by the wrestling federation of her requirement to do so, but her request was denied.

As she sat quietly, Cocoa finally walked over to her, Bertha lifting her head to watch as she took another drag on her cigarette. As Cocoa approached, Ms. Liberty turned and glanced up at her, Cocoa offering her condolences.

“Hey girl, I’m sorry for your loss.” she said softly.

Ms. Liberty nodded in acknowledgement, a hint of a smile stretched across her face. But then Bertha stood up and walked over, and in her typical, crude style, injected herself into the conversation.

“She didn’t lose ... YET! she howled.

Both Cocoa and Ms. Liberty turned and glared at her, but Bertha continued.

“OH ... you mean the loss of her dead husband .. Oops ... I mean dead EX - husband!” Bertha growled mercilessly.

The words were cutting and Ms. Liberty hung her head sadly as Cocoa turned and growled at the vile Bertha.

“That is NOT cool!” Cocoa bellowed.

But Bertha was just getting started and, after taking another long drag on her cigarette and with an evil grin on her face, continued her psychological warfare.

“You know what is not cool?” Bertha continued as she stood next to Cocoa, just a few feet away from the still seated Ms. Liberty. “What’s not cool is that he died screwing Elektra ... literally dropped dead right on top of her!

Ms. Liberty’s head snapped around as she turned to face Bertha, her face instantly turning pale as a look of complete shock stretched across it. Still unaware of exactly where and how her ex-husband had died since her friends and family had purposely kept those details from her, Ms. Liberty was stunned to hear Bertha’s accusation.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about!” she yelled back at her defiantly.

But in fact, Bertha knew exactly what she was talking about, having heard all of the details from some of the other wrestlers. Unbeknownst to the grieving Ms. Liberty, her ex-husband had carried on an affair with Elektra for many years, the affair turning into an even more serious relationship upon his divorce. The two had even agreed to move in together, and were in the process of doing so on the day he died.

Bertha’s accusation seemed implausible to Ms. Liberty, especially since she and her ex-husband had reunited for one night, just the week before he died. Upon learning that they were about to become grandparents for the first time, the former couple spent the night together, and though they did not reconcile, they did however reconnect. Discussing some of the differences which drove them apart, he finally expressed his support for her return to the wrestling ring and agreed to attend to her next match for moral support. They then made love, though afterward each agreed that it would be for the last time.

Ms. Liberty’s next match took place a week later, on the fateful night of his passing. But instead of spending the night at the wrestling arena as he had promised; rooting for his ex-wife as she battled against Sable; he was instead moving his belongings into Elektra’s apartment, having had no intention of attending the match. Just before the match was about to start, Ms. Liberty scanned the arena for any sign of him, discouraged by his absence. So as the bell rang and Ms. Liberty moved out of her corner to engage Sable in a physical confrontation, he and Elektra began to engage in their own physical interaction. And as Sable eventually pinned Ms. Liberty to the mat, he had already dropped down on top of Elektra, suffering a massive heart attack after a brief session of love making. Ironically, as the ref slapped the mat a third time, counting Ms. Liberty out and declaring Sable as the winner, paramedics declared her ex-husband dead as Elektra looked on in horror.

The possibility of Bertha’s allegation being true left Ms. Liberty in a state of mental torment, and Bertha was delighting in it. But after Ms. Liberty shouted her rejection of the claim, Bertha took a step back and raised her hands with a sarcastic look of fear on her face, as if to indicate that she did not want a confrontation. But the sly smile remained on her face as she responded.

“I’m only saying what I heard. But everyone knows that he’s been screwing Elektra for years and was moving in with her. But if you say it’s not true, well then .....”

Bertha then turned and walked away, snickering to herself. Ms. Liberty meanwhile stood in shock with a blank expression on her face, too stunned to react. Bertha meanwhile stopped in front of Cocoa, purposely whispering to her loud enough for Ms. Liberty to hear her.

“Who can blame the guy for wanting to upgrade? But I guess going from the pigpen to the penthouse was too much for his heart to take!”

Bertha then walked back to her corner of the dressing room, Cocoa turning to watch her walk away, amazed by her cruelty.

“Wow ... that’s cold!” she proclaimed.

Ms. Liberty did not react, still too stunned by what she had heard. It took her a few moments, but she composed herself and then glanced at Cocoa, who looked embarrassed, as if she knew something that Ms. Liberty didn’t know. The mammoth woman tried to avoid eye contact as she too turned and walked away, leaving the troubled brunette to stand there.

Ms. Liberty was distraught, not knowing what to believe as her heart pounded in her chest. Panicked, she began to hyperventilate before rushing into the bathroom and slamming the door behind her. She paced around the bathroom as she began to cry, shaking nervously at the thought of Bertha’s accusations being true. It took her several minutes, but eventually she began to calm down and tried to think rationally. Bertha was simply trying to gain a psychological advantage before the start of the tournament, she thought to herself, trying not to give credibility to that accusation. Finally composing herself, she wiped the tears from her face, walked out of the bathroom and confronted Bertha, who was sitting with her leg up again, smoking a cigarette.

“I know you Bertha, you’re just trying to get me upset so that I lose my concentration ... but I’m not going to let that happen. My ex-husband was a good man and he wouldn’t do that to me. So I’m going to forget everything you said and focus on the match ahead.”

"You believe whatever you want grandma." Bertha replied before walking away. But before she got back to her seat, Ms. Liberty concluded with a fact that left Bertha seething.

"Besides, if you and I have to face each other tonight, I beat you twice before, and I'll do it again!" Ms. Liberty stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

She then turned and walked away to her corner of the dressing room, sitting and staring blankly into the mirror before fixing her make-up. Bertha meanwhile was visibly angered by the remark. Ms. Liberty had in fact beaten her twice before despite the fact that Bertha had dominated both matches. So as both women returned to their seats, Bertha lit up yet another cigarette and stared across at her rival, an evil look in her eyes.

Seated in her own spot, Ms. Liberty clearly began to ponder the possibility of Bertha’s accusation and that doubt began to manifest itself into very dangerous territory. Despite her defiant tone, she was noticeably distracted and upset as Bertha continued to stare and smirk at her from across the room, delighting in the fact that she had gotten inside Ms. Liberty’s head, though still seething herself as she contemplated her chance for revenge.

Just a few minutes later, all three ladies were called to ringside as the announcer welcomed back the fans after the intermission.

“Welcome back ladies and gentlemen and hoped you enjoyed the Women’s Division Tournament. So let’s now get the Veteran’s Division Tournament started! First allow me to introduce the Veteran’s Division wrestlers who were voted the least popular in our last popularity poll. Please welcome .......... BIG, BAD BERTHA ........... COCOA ......... and ......... MS. LIBERTY!”

One by one the three women walked down to ringside, led By Bertha. She was greeted with disdain as most fans booed the sight of her, Bertha however still smirking at her accomplishment in the locker room. Cocoa followed with a determined look in her eyes, the fans much more welcoming to the massive woman. Behind her walked Ms. Liberty, receiving the most gracious welcome of the three though she was still visibly shell-shocked as she walked straight ahead in a bewildered state. All three took their seats in the front row as the announcer then introduced the amateurs.

““And now for our amateurs. First off, she is a former Women’s Division wrestler who was defeated in the last Women’s Division Amateur Elimination Tournament by Peaches and lost her job as a result. A few years older now, she is attempting to make a comeback in the Veteran’s Division at 41 years of age. She stands 5 foot 4 inches tall and weighs 110 pounds ... Please welcome back ... BARBARA!”

Trotting down the aisle to a rousing ovation, Barbara smiled nervously as she slapped hands with the fans. Wearing a red bikini, she looked slender and in great shape, though it was clear that she was tense. Barbara desperately wanted to win and return to the wrestling ring, but that desperation was clearly adding to her nervousness. Reaching ringside, she passed by Ms. Liberty and paused, the two wishing each other luck. Ms. Liberty had helped Barbara train earlier in her wrestling career and the two had a history together, from partners to competitors in a match which Barbara won. But the rivalry eventually subsided and the two women became friendly again, each sincere with her good wishes.

“Next ... making her first appearance …. at 52 years of age, standing 5 foot 7 inches tall and weighing 140 pounds ... she is the aunt of our Women’s Division wrestler Peaches ….. Please welcome ...FELIZIA!”

Felizia skipped spryly down the aisle, her fit and curvy body shimmering under the lights. The fans cheered wildly at the sight of her in her brown bikini, her ovation rivaling that of Barbara’s. She skipped to ringside and took her place alongside Barbara, who was surprised to discover that she might be facing a relative of the woman who had defeated her in the last tournament, adding to her anxiety. The fact that Felizia looked so fit and strong didn’t help her nerves either.

“Next ... she made it to the final round in last year’s tournament before being narrowly defeated by Ms. Liberty …. at 49 years of age, standing 5 foot 7 inches tall and weighing 120 pounds ... Please welcome back ... SARGE!”

Marching forward, Sarge had a stern look on her face, clearly focused on the task at hand. She ignored the fans as she made her way forward, her taut body looking magnificent in its’ camouflage bikini as her long, dark brown hair draped across her shoulders. She took her place next to Felizia, the two women exchanging glares before the announcer continued.

“And finally ... another returning amateur who made it to the final round before being eliminated by Cocoa …. at 44 years of age, she stands 5 foot 8 inches tall and weighs 130 pounds ... Please welcome ... SUMMER!”

The attractive blonde skipped spryly forward, pausing to accept good wises from the fans along the way. The 4 amateurs took their seats next to the 3 veterans as the announcer began to broadcast the rules.

“As with the Women’s Division Tournament, our first round this year will consist of 2 head to head matches with one fall and a 5 minute time limit. In order to move onto the next round, winners will need to pin their opponent, or force her to submit, within that 5 minute limit. So the match up is ......”


“Sarge vs. Summer”

Both women got up from their seats, Summer hopping excitedly to ringside before hopping up onto the ring apron. Sarge meanwhile marched to the stairs and climbed them to enter the ring, the two women taking their places in opposite corners. Sarge stared across at the bouncing blonde, a look of steely determination in her eyes. Summer conversely continued to hop around, shaking away her nerves as the bell rang and the first match was underway.

The two moved gradually to the middle of the ring before locking up, Summer stretching her arms to gain some leverage, though Sarge quickly jarred her arm behind her back, spinning the blonde around ion the process. Using her combat training, Sarge began to apply pressure to the limb, Summer squealing in pain as she tried to slap at Sarge with her free arm. The svelte military women continued to apply even more pressure, but then finally spun Summer around again, seized her arm and whipped her into the corner, following closely behind her.

With her blonde ponytail bouncing behind her, Summer approached the corner, but grabbed the ropes with her arms and then thrust her legs upward as Sarge charged behind her with her shoulder down, ramming into the turnbuckles. Summer then dropped her legs, landing a knee into Sarge’s back and dropping her to the canvas. The fans cheered, rooting for the cute, athletic blonde as she grabbed hold of Sarge’s ankles and dragged her away from the corner.

Pulled from the side of the ring, Sarge tried to wriggle free, and Summer dropped her legs, was able to roll over onto her back, only to be greeted with a stomp to her taut midsection. Sarge’s body shook from the blow, but she then whipped her own legs around, smashing them against Summer’s ankle to knock her off of her feet. Both women struggled to get up, Sarge getting to her knees first and lunging at Summer, grabbing her in a headlock.

With the fans shouting encouragement to the blonde, she was ripped to her feet, Sarge still trapping her head beneath her arm as the two rose. She then yanked Summer upright to whip her forward, but the blonde adeptly reversed the attempt, twirling around to seize Sarge’s arm before tossing her against the side ropes. Sarge raced forward, bouncing off of the ropes before returning toward the blonde, who raced toward her and leaped forward to deliver a dropkick to Sarge’s chest. But the former Drill Sergeant dropped quickly to the mat as Summer flew by, missing her target and falling to the canvas herself.

The two women scrambled to their feet, with Sarge standing first and grabbing the still kneeling blonde by her arm. She ripped her to her feet, spun around and flipped her to mat before seizing her forearm and wrenching her arm back behind her head. Seated with her legs spread apart in front of her, Summer grimaced from the strain to her shoulder as Sarge twisted at her trapped arm. Kicking her legs as the pressure increased, the blonde reached back and wrapped her free arm around one of Sarge’s legs, yanking it toward her to knock Sarge off of her feet and send her tumbling down onto her back.

Again the two women scrambled to get to their feet, this time Summer winning the race as she stormed over to the ex-soldier who had got to her knees. Summer charged up alongside her and grabbed hold of her arm, pulling her up before again whipping her across the ring. Sarge charged forward, ricocheted off of the ropes and was quickly met by a huge dropkick to the chest which propelled her back against the ropes. With her arms spiraling backward, Sarge slumped off of the cables while Summer quickly got to her feet and again seized Sarge’s arm, tossing her across the ring yet again.

The ex-soldier wearily ran across the ring once more, and upon bouncing from the ropes was met with another dropkick to the chest, yielding the same result. With Sarge once again slouching from the cables, Summer got up and raced toward her, this time scurrying alongside the dropping brunette. Summer then grabbed hold of the top rope with both hands before using the leverage gained to whirl her legs upward and wrap them around Sarge’s head. She then dropped to the canvas while pulling on Sarge’s head with her legs to flip her through the air and send her crashing to the canvas.

Sprawled apart, Sarge was unable to react quickly enough to prevent Summer from skipping toward her and delivering a hug leg drop to the brunette’s upper chest. With the back of Summer’s thigh pinning her shoulders to the mat, Sarge tried to wriggle free but Summer grabbed hold of her leg and curled it in toward her body, rolling Sarge into a pin as the ref dropped down and delivered a three count, Sarge furiously slapping at the mat but unable to prevent herself from being counted out.

As the bell clanged, Summer thrust her arms overhead, releasing Sarge’s trapped leg as a wide smile spread across her pretty face. In a surprising upset, Summer had eliminated Sarge, and would move onto the next round of the tournament. The ref stood by as Summer got to her feet, and then grabbed her by the wrist and raised her arm overhead while Sarge remained flat on her back, frustrated by her defeat.

The winner of the first match, and moving onto the next round ..... SUMMER! Sarge is defeated and will go home!”

The crowd gave Summer a nice ovation as she jumped up and down, her ponytail swaying behind her. She blew a few kisses to the crowd as Sarge gingerly got to her feet and exited the ring, Summer continuing her celebration as the announcer continued.

“With our first match concluded and Summer moving on to the next round, let’s see who will move on with her. Our next match features Barbara and Felizia, so can we have those two wrestlers up in the ring now!”


“Barbara vs. Felizia”

Noticing that one of the shoelaces on her red wrestling boots was untied, Barbara reached down to tie it before getting up. Felizia meanwhile walked toward the ring, her niece Peaches getting up as the two embraced.

“Good luck Aunt Felizia!” Peaches announced before her aunt entered the ring.

Seeing the two women hug and hearing the good wishes bestowed upon her upcoming opponent by the same woman had defeated Barbara in the previous tournament, the curly haired wrestler was visibly intimidated. Already unsettled, but Peaches further added to Barbara’s discomfort as she confronted her before she entered the ring.

“Just so you know, that’s my aunt, the woman who taught me how to wrestle!” Peaches whispered in her sweet sounding, high pitched voice, obviously trying to intimidate Barbara. Taken aback by the warning, Barbara nonetheless climbed up into the ring, looking even more nervous. Having been thoroughly defeated by the younger woman in her last match, Barbara’s nerves began to get the best of her as she looked up and saw the powerful, glistening Felizia stretch against the ropes. If Felizia had taught her niece how to wrestle, and her niece had defeated Barbara already, what chance would she have in this match. The fans grew restless with Barbara’s hesitation and began to cheer for her to get into the ring, so despite her trepidation, Barbara nonetheless made her way into the ring.

Sensing her opponent’s anxiety, Felizia did her best to try and intimidate her even more. Despite being 11 years older than the former Women’s Division wrestler, Felizia was clearly bigger and stronger, and stood in her corner with her chest puffed out and her hands on her hips, staring at the smaller challenger as she retreated to her own corner. Barbara shuffled nervously, trying to avoid eye contact with her glistening adversary who’s well-oiled body shimmered under the lights. But the announcer then exited the ring and the bell rang, putting an end to the psychological warfare and marking the start of the match.

Barbara circled cautiously out of her corner while Felizia moved directly to the center of the ring, glaring at the bopping Barbara. Realizing that Felizia was not going to chase her, Barbara continued to circle, moving around the ring twice before again, the fans grew restless and cheered loudly for the action to begin. Felizia lifted her hands up in front of her as she stood steadfast, challenging Barbara to engage her in a test of strength. Barbara grimaced, unwilling to do so, but the fans then began to boo, prompting Barbara to move cautiously toward the center of the ring. Moving to within a couple feet of Felizia, Barbara tried to gain a quick advantage by lifting a kick toward Felizia’s midsection, but the Brazilian-born beauty easily blocked the attempt before again lifting her arms in the challenging stance.

Reluctantly Barbara inched closer until finally interlocking her fingers with Felizia, who quickly spun Barbara around, grabbed her by the wait and hoisted her into the air. The lift appeared effortless as Felizia heaved Barbara upward before slamming her, face first, to the canvas. Barbara tried to get up, but Felizia attacked with cat-like quickness, Straddling Barbara’s back as she reached down and grabbed her ankles, bending one leg over the other before pulling back on them.

With her chest pressed against the canvas, Barbara’s legs were now being forcefully coiled below her as Felizia bent them awkwardly, yanking them upward and then back towards Barbara’s head. With her spine bending painfully from the hold, Barbara began to groan loudly, the pressure on her legs and back growing. Felizia wrapped Barbara’s legs even tighter, twisting them together while bending her in half, the veteran wrestler trapped and unable to avoid the punishment. Keeping the pressure on, Felizia grit her teeth as she grunted, exerting herself even more. Barbara’s moans grew louder as a result, the pressure becoming unbearable before finally, Felizia relented and released her grip.

Before the sexy Brazilian could attack again however, Barbara quickly crawled away on her hands and knees, getting to the corner of the ring as Felizia turned and stalked her. Grabbing the ropes, Barbara began to pull herself up, but then found herself being yanked the rest of the way up by the hair. Embedding her hand in Barbara’s thick, curly hair, Felizia ripped her to her feet before scooping her up, heaving her overhead, and then body slamming her to the canvas.

The power of the slam and intensity of the landing shook the entire ring, and several spectators at ringside reacted with cringes from the ferocity. Barbara’s face contorted in pain as her head lifted up, her body splaying apart before settling back down. Felizia charged over toward her before dropping to the mat, lifting her leg in midair to pound the back of her thigh down onto Barbara’s chest. But Barbara was able to roll out of the way as Felizia fell to the canvas, her powerful limb missing its target. Barbara scurried to her feet, reaching for her still aching back as Felizia rose as well, the two circling each other as Barbara wiped her hair back from her eyes with one hand while still reaching to massage her aching back.

With her adrenalin now pumping despite the pain in her back, Barbara rushed at Felizia and quickly seized hold of her wrist, using the grip to twirl around beneath the Brazilian’s outstretched arm and twist it out to her side. Hunched forward, Felizia began to groan as Barbara jerked on her wrist to intensify the pain. She then spun beneath the arm a second time, this time causing Felizia to flip onto her back. Still clenching her fallen opponent’s arm, Barbara then pressed it to the canvas before dropping her knee down onto Felizia’s bicep. Kicking her legs, Felizia squirmed in pain as Barbara got up, still stepping on the Brazilian’s wrist to keep her wounded arm flattened against the mat. But Barbara then inched closer to her downed challenger’s torso before dropping her knee into Felizia’s midsection.

The devastating knee drop drew a loud howl of protest from the older South American woman as Barbara ground her knee into Felizia’s gut before propelling herself back up and onto her feet. Outside of the ring, Peaches rushed over to the ring apron and slapped at it furiously in order to encourage her aunt, prompting Barbara to turn and glimpse at her quickly. The two former adversaries exchanged a quick glance, but Barbara went right back to work, rushing over to Felizia and seizing her wrist in order to pull her onto her feet. She then quickly clutched her arm with both hands and whipped her toward the corner, Felizia’s large chest jiggling up and down from beneath her skimpy brown bikini top as she ran.

The Brazilian’s back slammed against the turnbuckles as Barbara raced toward her, hopping up onto the middle rope while grabbing Felizia by the head. She then turned and dove forward, pulling Felizia down with her before flipping her onto her back. The crowd cheered the fast paced action as the larger South American woman’s body splashed onto the canvas, her limbs spreading apart upon landing. Getting up quickly, Barbara hopped spryly toward the corner, ascending up to the middle rope before turning and diving forward, splashing her body on top of Felizia’s shoulders as she positioned herself for the pin. The ref slapped the mat once, but the Brazilian bridged her back and hoisted Barbara off of her, the smaller wrestler rolling away.

The fans were very involved in the match, cheering loudly as the pace of the action continued with Barbara getting to her feet again and rushing back over toward her challenger. Peaches continued to shout her encouragement from ringside as her aunt got into a seated position as Barbara approached. Grabbing Felizia by the left arm, Barbara pulled her up until she was kneeling on both knees before pausing. The Brazilian’s size and strength made it difficult for Barbara to control her, and she was expending a good deal of energy to do so, prompting her to pause momentarily to secure her grip before yanking her up and onto her feet. But Felizia took advantage of the opportunity and cocked her right arm before delivering a powerful right hook into Barbara’s kidney.

The blow caused the smaller woman to stumble backward, her face wincing in pain as Felizia got to her feet. Visibly hurt by the blow, Barbara staggered away and circled the ring as she tried to momentarily avoid Felizia while she recovered. The Brazilian’s well-oiled and sweaty body glistened as she stood upright, breathing heavily as she eyed her circling opponent. Still in pain from the crushing kidney punch, Barbara had begun to perspire herself, though not nearly as much as her older adversary. Felizia stalked her for a few moments before she finally charged, locking arms near the center of the ring. Barbara tried to bolster herself by planting her right leg behind her for leverage , but Felizia’s strength advantage became evident as she began to overpower her smaller opponent before capturing her wrist and twisting her arm back behind her head.

The two women struggled in the center of the ring, Barbara’s left arm curled back behind her head as the left side of her body extended. Felizia yanked up on the arm, stretching the petite woman’s torso in the process, Barbara grimacing as her ribcage protruded from beneath her glossy skin as her body was forcibly lengthened. The struggle ensued for a few more moments as Felizia manhandled the smaller woman, shoving her around while keeping her arm bent behind her head and her body stretched. She then grabbed a handful of her adversary’s long, curly locks from the back of her head and began to force her toward the corner, gaining momentum as they approached. Pulling back on Barbara’s head as the drew closer, Felizia prepared to slam Barbara’s face down onto the turnbuckle, but her petite opponent managed to lift her leg and prop it forward against the middle turnbuckle, halting the momentum. Felizia stumbled as a result of the abrupt stoppage, allowing Barbara to hastily switch position, snatching a handful of Felizia’s hair and then slamming HER face down onto the padded cushion.

The turnaround drew another flurry of applause from the crowd as Felizia staggered in the corner, Barbara pushing her back against it before sending a stomp into the powerful Brazilian’s greasy gut. Faltering forward, the larger woman grasped her belly with her right arm as her left one draped over the top rope. Grabbing her by right arm, Barbara struggled to pull her from the corner, clutching her by the arm with both hands before pulling on it to toss her across the ring. But Felizia reversed the attempt, seizing Barbara’s arm before whipping her mightily toward the opposite corner.

Racing forward, Barbara’s back smacked against the turnbuckles as Felizia marched angrily toward her. The Brazilian looked frustrated, and as she approached, her frustration was about to increase. Using the ropes for leverage, Barbara propelled her legs upward, wrapping them around Felizia’s neck. Tightening the grip, Barbara secured her legs behind Felizia’s head by locking one over the other, and then pushed herself to the side, her body spinning away from the ropes as Felizia was forced to turn with her. Twirling half way around her trapped opponent, Barbara’s back then descended toward the canvas as she used all of the strength in her limber legs to flip Felizia over her head. Twirling through the air, Felizia’s legs shot upward before her body flipped over and crashed hard to the canvas. Barbara kept her legs around Felizia’s neck and re-positioned them once she landed, pressing the back of her thighs down against the flattened Brazilian’s shoulders.

Sensing a pin, the crowd jumped to their feet cheering, Peaches again rushing over to ringside and slapping the canvas, yelling for her aunt to break free. Barbara’s pretty face winced as she exerted all of her strength to keep Felizia pinned while the ref dove in and checked the Brazilian’s shoulders before beginning the count. He slapped the mat once as the cheers grew louder, Peaches now frantically yelling encouragement from ringside. The ref slapped the mat a second time, the cheers now deafening as Felizia’s legs remained sprawled apart, Barbara laboring to keep the pressure on. With the ref’s hand raised for the final slap of the mat, Felizia finally responded as she planted her feet and bridged her back before thrusting her hips upward. Despite her best efforts, Barbara could not prevent herself from being ejected off of Felizia as the ref’s hand stopped just inches away from giving her the victory.

The crowd reacted, cheering the action as Barbara rolled away, Felizia struggling to get to her feet. Peaches remained at ringside, propping herself up onto the ring apron, and continuing to shout encouragement to her aunt.

“Come on Aunt Felizia! You can do it!” she shouted in her girlish voice.

Getting to her feet first, Barbara appeared frustrated at not being able to finish the job. But across the ring, Felizia was even more frustrated as she rolled onto her stomach, got to one knee and punched the canvas. Barbara rushed at her however, delivering a dropkick which landed on the Brazilian’s left shoulder and once again, knocked her back to the mat. Getting up near Felizia’s feet, Barbara was now extremely active and again turned and charged at Felizia, grabbing hold of her wrist and beginning to pull her up by the arm. Trying to resist, Felizia did not go along willingly as Barbara struggled to hoist the Brazilian beauty upward, grabbing hold of her armpit for additional leverage. But as Felizia was ripped to her knees, she then jabbed her free arm forward and dug her fingers into Barbara’s taut tummy, embedding a claw hold into the petite woman’s abdominal muscles.

Squealing, Barbara’s face twisted in pain as she kept the two handed grip on Felizia’s arm, though she stopped pulling on it. The older woman continued to crush Barbara’s stomach muscles, her fingers embedded in her abdomen as she squeezed with all of her strength. Barbara’s howls grew louder as she released her grip on Felizia’s arm, allowing the Brazilian to get to her feet, the two facing each other as Barbara continued to be victimized by the claw hold. Finally Felizia unfurled her fingers, but then forced Barbara’s arms to her sides before wrapping her arms around her and lifting her in a front facing bearhug.

With her feet lifted off of the mat and her arms trapped at her sides, Barbara flailed her head around, her long, curly hair fluttering about. The pain in her back grew in intensity as she began to howl in pain once again. Finally however, Felizia tossed her to the canvas, Barbara falling onto her side while grabbing for her aching stomach and back. With the pain emanating from both side of her torso, Barbara nonetheless tried to get up on her own, but Felizia snatched two handfuls of her hair and ripped her up violently. Jarring the petite woman around by the hair, Felizia then flipped her onto her back, the pain piercing Barbara’s scalp.

Cheering her aunt on from ringside, Peaches glanced up at the clock and noticed that only one minute remained in the five minute time limit. With Barbara starting to get back to her feet, she shouted up a warning to her. “Only one minute left Aunt Felizia. Finish her off!” she shouted. Though the sexy South American acknowledged the warning, her eyes showed an anger burning inside of her. Barbara had controlled much of the match to this point, leaving her feeling humiliated, and since she was an intensely proud woman, Felizia did not like being humiliated. Peaches then again yelled up at her aunt, Felizia turning to look. Her niece then opened one hand while curling the other into a fist and punching it. The inference was clear, and Felizia smiled sinisterly in acknowledgement.

Peaches was trained by a former middle weight boxing champion named Javier, and so when her aunt began preparing for this tournament, she too joined in the training. Javier put both women through rigorous physical work-outs, and though not an authority in wrestling technique, he did know how to throw a punch and passed that knowledge onto Felizia. So as Barbara got one knee, Felizia turned and stormed over to her, grabbing her by the hair with one hand an ripping her onto her feet. As Barbara rose, Felizia cocked her right arm and fired a vicious right jab into the side of Barbara’s face.

The sound of fist hitting cheek bone sent a loud SMACK ! echoing through the ring. Barbara’s head snapped to the side as she stumbled awkwardly backward, her eyes glassy as her arms fell to her sides. She staggered back against the corner, her arms remaining at her sides as her legs wobbled beneath her.

Peaches cheered from ringside, remembering how she had defeated Barbara in a similar manner. After pounding her with two vicious punches to the face, Barbara was left stupefied, and within seconds, was flat on her back as Peaches pinned her to the mat. Discovering that Barbara could not take a punch, Peaches had passed that information onto her aunt, who was now also successfully using it against Barbara.

Teetering in the corner with her mouth open, her jaw jutting forward and a bemused expression on her face, Barbara was in trouble. The crowd sensed it too as the cheers grew even louder. They had not truly taken sides in the match, most fans cheering for the action itself, as opposed to either woman. Felizia moved in and forcefully pushed Barbara’s head back as her arms twirled over the top rope. The Brazilian then lifted a ferocious knee into Barbara’s gut, drawing a loud yelp as she slumped forward.

“Now finish her off!” Peaches again instructed her aunt, though Felizia wasn’t quite done with her petite opponent just yet.

Grabbing a handful of hair from the back of Barbara’s bowed head, she yanked it upward and once again, pushed it back. She then stepped up onto the middle rope on either side of Barbara’s body, straddling her as she coiled Barbara’s arms around the tope rope on either side of her. She then pulled on Barbara’s wrists to keep her arms trapped, pressing her own body up against the bewildered Barbara. The crowd erupted, and Felizia was thoroughly enjoying their adulation, jutting her chest forward with pride as the spotlights danced off of her glistening skin. She then looked down into Barbara’s face and flashed a wicked smile, Barbara looking helplessly back up at her. At ringside, Peaches began to grow frantic, realizing that time was running out.

“Time is almost up ... finish her off now!” Peaches again yelled urgently, though her aunt ignored the warning.

Instead she lowered her impressive, sweaty bosom down onto Barbara’s face, engulfing it with her breasts. With her arms trapped, Barbara could only try to wriggle her head free as she frantically kicked her legs. Smothered by Felizia’s oiled cleavage, the petite wrestler was left at the mercy of her Brazilian attacker, and she quickly felt herself growing light headed. But before Barbara passed out from asphyxiation, the bell began to ring furiously, signaling the end of the match. Quickly standing upright, Felizia looked puzzled, but then shook her head, realizing that she had let time expire before she pinned her victim. Barbara meanwhile gasped for air as Felizia released her arms and stepped off of the ropes. Drooping from the ropes, Barbara’s slumped from the corner as the announcer entered the ring and proclaimed the results.

“With the five minute time limit expired and neither woman earning a victory, both will move onto the final round and face one of the veterans. So if both Felizia and Barbara could go and take a seat next to Summer at ringside while our three veterans come up and enter the ring, we’ll now move onto the next round after a short break!” he proclaimed.


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