Women's Division Amateur Elimination Tournament Second Round After you have read the story, please answer the 2 short questions at the end
With the first round of the Amateur Elimination Tournament complete, the second round was about to get underway. With two rings set up in the center of the arena, seated in the first row beneath one of those rings were 6 women; active Women’s Division wrestlers Adina, Barbara, Estela and Molly along with the 2 amateur wrestlers who had survived the first round, Athena and Peaches. The tension between them was apparent as no one knew what was next. But all of that was about to be cleared up as the announcer climbed up into one of the rings and addressed the crowd.
“Now that our first round action is done, it’s on to the final round! So let’s call up our 2 remaining amateurs. Peaches, please make your way up into the ring to join me and Athena, please make your way up into the adjoining ring.”
The two women got up from their seats and followed his instructions, each taking their place in one of the two rings. The 4 active wrestlers watched them anxiously, still unsure of what their role was in the tournament. But once again, the announcer proceeded.
“In our ongoing efforts to bring our fans the best wrestling talent, our 2 surviving amateurs will now compete, one on one, against 2 of our active Women’s Division wrestlers. In the hat I am holding are the 4 names of the wrestlers seated at ringside. Peaches and Athena will reach into the hat and grab one name, and I’ll ask that wrestler to make her way up into the appropriate ring.”
With that he held the hat up for Peaches and prompted her to reach in and grab a piece of paper with a name on it. She did just that, reading the name before handing the paper back to the announcer.
“Barbara ..... will you please come into the ring and take your place across from Peaches.”
Looking tense and apprehensive, Barbara followed his instructions as the announcer climbed across to the other ring, holding the hat for Athena. She grabbed a piece of paper as well and looked at the name before handing it to him.
“Molly ..... please come up and stand in this ring across from Athena.”
The large blonde snarled, glaring angrily at Athena as she climbed up and stood across from her. Athena gazed back at her, not at all intimidated by the larger woman who continued to stare her down.
“Adina and Estela, you two are safe and can head back to the locker room.”
Looking surprised, the two women got up and walked up the aisle and back to the locker room, Estela glancing back across her shoulder and up into the ring before leaving the arena, still unsure what was next. She assumed that the amateurs would have to defeat the pros in order to earn a spot on the roster, but it was still not clear what would happen to the pros should they be defeated. But as the women in the rings speculated, the announcer finally made it clear.
“So now our final round match ups are set. The women in each ring will compete for the right to either become ….. or remain …… an active wrestler in our Women’s Division. The matches will take place concurrently with a five minute time limit and the winner must earn either a pinfall or submission. If, after the five minute time limit is up, there is no winner, our judges at ringside will decide who stays and who goes. So Barbara and Molly must win their match to remain on our roster. But if either Peaches or Athena win their match, they will take the roster spot from the woman they defeat. So good luck to all four of you ..... and LET’S WRESTLE!”
The reaction of the two pros was quite contrasting as Barbara looked distressed by the revelation, while Molly was obviously angered. Neither had known that they would have to fight for the right to remain a pro, and Molly especially, was insulted by the surprise. She glared across the ring at the fit brunette who stood across from, and yelled a warning to her.
“You should just go home now little girl, ‘cause no one is taking my spot!”
Athena remained calmly in her corner, staring at her angry blonde opponent with an arrogant sneer on her face, but choosing not to engage her in a verbal confrontation. In the other ring, Barbara shuffled nervously in her corner while Peaches looked composed and focused. She glanced across to the other ring, gazing at the 5’10”, 200 pound Molly, and then turned back to take a glimpse at the 5’4”, 120 pound Barbara, thankful she had chosen the smaller woman’s name. Standing 5’5” inches tall and weighing 115 pounds, Peaches obviously had a better chance against Barbara than she had against Molly, and planned to take advantage of her good fortune. Athena meanwhile stood 5’8” tall and weighed 125 pounds and was at a significant size disadvantage to her opponent, though that fact did not seem to faze her. But as each wrestler surveyed her competition, the bell rang and the matches were underway.
MOLLY vs. ATHENA
Moving slowly out of her corner, the brunette Athena, still dressed in her red bikini, made her way cautiously around the ring, her arms spread in front of her as she eyed Molly while circling around. The blonde Molly as clad in an animal print body suit, moved a step or two out of her corner, but then stood and snarled at Athena, watching her circle.
Molly’s time as a pro wrestler could best be described as disappointing up until now. With her imposing physical size, ornery persona and fondness for rule breaking, she had the potential to be dominating force in the Women’s Division. And with those attributes combined with the personal coaching she had received from legendary lady wrestler Natasha “The Hatchet Lady”, she seemed poised to challenge for the title. But her performances to date had been less than stellar, losing to a much smaller Flora and easily handled by Shamiqua in her two previous matches. But Molly was determined to change all that, and Athena would be her first victim.
As the brunette moved around her, Molly finally rushed her, the two locking arms. Trying to use her size advantage, Molly tried to overpower Athena and force her against the ropes, but despite being smaller, the fit and powerful brunette actually began to push Molly backward. Realizing that she was losing the test of strength, Molly broke free and then abruptly raked her fingers across Athena’s eyes. The crowd booed vehemently as Athena faltered backward, rubbing her slashed eyeballs as the blonde moved in, scooped her up and delivered an authoritative power slam to the amateur.
Splashed against the canvas, Athena grunted as the force of Molly’s weight crushed down on top of her. Molly lifted herself off of Athena, but then hastily dropped down onto her again, flattening the brunette a second time. Getting up once more, Molly grabbed Athena by the hair and ripped her onto her feet as the two stood face to face. The blonde then trapped the brunette in a front headlock before reaching forward to grab the waistband on the back of her bikini and using it to hoist her up into the air. Athena’s legs shot upward as Molly kept the momentum going, forcing the brunette’s body to whirl overhead before dropping her to the canvas a second time in a vicious vertical suplex.
Once again Athena’s body was splattered against the mat as Molly fell next to her. The blonde then slid over and dropped her forearm into Athena’s rippled stomach, eliciting an anguished groan as the brunette’s body jerked upward from the impact. Molly once again got to her feet, angrily snatching Athena up by the hair and tossing her into the corner. The brunette’s back struck the turnbuckles hard as her arms fell over the top rope while her head snapped backward. Lumbering over to her prey, the blonde pro stood in front of her before delivering a powerful, overhand forearm to Athena’s chest.
Her body convulsed from the blow, but surprisingly Athena was able to retaliate, pushing herself from the corner to pound her own forearm down into Molly’s chest. The blonde quivered as she staggered back a step, but then rushed in and pounded her forearm into Athena’s chest, knocking her back into the corner. Athena regrouped quickly however, and fired back with an even more powerful shot to the chest of her opponent. Molly tried to stand her ground, but her right leg nonetheless dipped back as her short blonde scattered about her head. But she refused to give in to her pain and instead, rushed in and fired an uppercut into Athena’s dimpled abdomen. The blow seemed to bounce off of the brunette’s thick wall of muscles, allowing Athena to strike back swiftly with a forceful blow to Molly’s gut.
The punch doubled Molly over, but despite the punch’s effectiveness, the blonde seemed determine not to give in and straightened up, delivering a second punch to Athena’s gut. Not surprised at all by the attack, Athena tightened up her impressive abdominal muscles and absorbed the blow, firing back with a potent punch which again doubled Molly over. This time however, the blonde was unable to recover quickly, allowing Athena to grab her by the hair, straighten her up, and send another authoritative fist into Molly’s soft, yielding paunch.
Backpedaling as she spewed out a loud “OOFFFF!”, Molly was grabbed by her bowed head as Athena then grabbed the back of her body suit and hoisted her into the air before flipping her to canvas. The blonde’s bulky arms and legs were strewn apart as she hit the mat, Athena trudging over to her before resuming the attack. But as she walked past Molly’s legs, the blonde rashly whipped her thick limbs into Athena’s right hip, causing her legs to buckle as she dropped to her knees.
Rolling onto her side, Molly pushed herself up onto her feet as Athena remained on her knees, grabbing at the shooting pain in her leg. The blonde then slogged over to Athena, lifted her right leg and kicked forward, slamming the sole of her boot into Athena’s pretty face and viciously kicking her down onto her back. As the brunette rolled on her back while covering her aching face, Molly stormed up next to her and dropped downward, driving her knee into Athena’s previously impenetrable stomach. All of the pro’s 200 pounds rammed into Athena’s taut tummy, causing it to collapse under the strain as she wailed out loud.
Remaining perched atop the embattled amateur, Molly seemed to enjoy her opponent’s pain as she continued to press her weight into Athena’s crushed midsection. But Molly finally pushed herself up and strolled down toward the bottom of Athena’s legs, reaching down to grab hold of them. She hoisted the brunette’s lower body off of the canvas, wrapping her shins against each of her thighs before falling backward and pulling on the amateur’s legs. Athena was shot forward as a result, a nicely executed slingshot catapult causing her to sail overhead before crashing to the canvas. Upon landing, Athena’s head snapped forward, driving her face into the mat to further stagger her.
The crowd was clearly siding with the beleaguered amateur as they booed Molly, who took their reaction in stride as she got to her feet. Athena meanwhile remained on her stomach, propping her head up as she leaned her elbows, obviously bewildered by the attack. But Molly wasn’t letting up, quickly ripping her up by the hair before scooping her up and slamming her relentlessly to the mat. Molly repeated the first step in the attack as she yanked Athena to her feet and hoisted her up, but then this time dropped her horizontally. The front of Athena’s body plummeted toward the mat, but Molly then quickly extended her knee so that the brunette’s ailing tummy slammed against it. The ferocious gutbuster seemed designed to pummel the most impressive part of Athena’s anatomy as she rolled back and forth on the canvas, wailing with pain.
Molly stared down at her from overhead, but then finally kicked Athena onto her back before splashing her large body down onto her, pinning her to the canvas. To weakened to escape, Athena was helpless as the ref slapped the mat 3 times and eliminated her from the tournament. Molly remained atop her for a few more seconds, pumping her fist toward the jeering crowd before finally getting up. Athena remained flat on her back, her face contorted in pain as Molly then added insult to injury by stomping down onto her tortured tummy a final time.
The bell then rang, though the announcer waited for the action over in the other ring to end before making the result official. So as Athena remained on the canvas in great pain, Molly moved over to the side ropes to watch the action taking place in the other ring, secure in the fact that she would be back to wrestle another day, while Athena’s attempt at becoming a pro wrestler had come to an end.
BARBARA vs. PEACHES
The sound of the bell ringing caused both Barbara and Peaches to pause and glance over at the other ring, though the action in their own ring had proven fast and furious. At the start of their match, despite the fact that Barbara was the pro wrestler in this pairing, she was the one who looked more worried. Wearing an orange two piece outfit, Barbara dreaded the potential of her pro wrestling career coming to an end. Despite the fact that she had been victimized in some of her previous matches, Barbara felt that she had made great strides in her development as a wrestler, and did not want her career to end. As a result, as she stood waiting for the bell to ring at the start of the match, she began to perspire nervously as an uneasy expression stretched across her face.
At 41 years of age, Barbara was the oldest wrestler in the Women’s Division. In fact, she was old enough to wrestle in the Veteran’s Division, but chose to remain with the younger competition. But now, despite the fact that her amateur opponent was of similar size, Barbara was also 15 years older than she. From the start, it was clear that was wrestling “not to lose”, as Peaches quickly took the initiative.
As they moved out of their corners, Barbara circled to her right, but Peaches gradually moved forward until they met near the side ropes. With surprising speed, Peaches turned halfway while thrusting her hip into Barbara’s while reaching up to grab her by the had. She then flipped her over in s snap mare, tossing Barbara to the canvas. The crowd was mixed for this match, with a loud contingent of Barbara’s fans booing the amateur’s early advantage, though Peaches had a wide contingent of fans who cheered her quick attack.
Barbara landed hard on her back, but rolled over quickly and got to one knee, just as Peaches rushed over to her. But the amateur then grabbed a handful of the pro’s curly, thick hair and pulled it toward her while driving her knee forward into the side of Barbara’s face. The blow shot Barbara backward before she tumbled to the mat, rolling onto her side as she cupped her aching cheek. Peaches meanwhile rushed her, trying to take advantage, but as she approached, Barbara quickly recoiled her legs into her body before launching them forward and driving them into Peaches unsuspecting gut.
Trying to use all of the training she had received in her time as a pro wrestler, Barbara had kept her wits about her despite her opponent’s quick start. She got up quickly, as did Peaches, and the two were once again face to face. Trying to use her speed to her advantage, Peaches barreled forward, driving her shoulder into Barbara’s gut and propelling her back into the corner. Pinned against the turnbuckles, Barbara nonetheless lifted her arms overhead and sent her conjoined fists down into her buxom attackers back, knocking her to one knee. But Peaches recovered and quickly reached forward, wrapping her arms around Barbara’s legs and pulling them tightly together. Unable to keep her balance, Barbara fell back into the corner as Peaches got to her feet, pulling Barbara down to the canvas.
Falling onto her back, Barbara’s arms fell over her head as her legs were hoisted upward. Peaches then dragged her toward the middle of the ring before spinning her onto her back and trying to roll her body into a Boston Crab. But despite the fact that both of her legs were trapped, Barbara nonetheless was able to wedge her arm against the mat to prevent herself from being rolled onto her stomach. Peaches released one of the pro’s legs in order to further the attack, but Barbara took advantage by using the now free leg to drive it up between the younger woman’s legs.
Yelping in pain, Peaches dropped the curly haired grapplers other leg as she backpedaled and hunched forward, allowing Barbara to struggle to her feet. Again the two were now on their feet and staring each other down as they began to circle. As before, it was Peaches who was the aggressor, charging the still tentative Barbara and quickly securing a grip on her wrist before twisting it behind her back. With the younger woman now set up behind her, Barbara’s arm was wrenched awkwardly behind her back as her pretty face cringed in pain. Sweat rolled down her face as the struggled to break free, though Peaches was out of harms way and keeping the pressure on.
The tussle continued for several seconds before finally, Peaches spun Barbara round, forced her back against the side ropes and then whipped her across the ring. Racing forward, Barbara bounced off of the far ropes and returned toward her attacker as Peaches charged forward, preparing to deliver a drop kick. But Barbara was able to dive forward, avoiding the attack as Peaches sailed by her, falling roughly to the canvas.
Dazed by the harsh landing, Peaches then found herself being yanked up by the arm as Barbara now forced her back against the side ropes, reversing roles as she now whipped the youngster across the ring. Barbara stretched her arm out to her side as she moved forward while the youngster rebounded off of the far ropes. But as Peaches was shot back toward the veteran, she ducked below the clothesline attempt and continued forward, bouncing off of the ropes once again. Barbara stopped and turned, but by the time she could set herself, Peaches was already on top of her, hammering a clothesline across Barbara’s chest and knocking her flat onto her back.
With her legs rolling into the air as her body curled into a ball, Barbara’s momentum eventually allowed her body to unfurl. But Peaches had climbed onto the second rope in the near corner, and as Barbara’s body fell flat, she launched herself forward. Soaring through the air, the buxom beauty stretched her arm in front of her, bending it at the elbow to drive the point of into Barbara’s body. But the alert pro was able to quickly roll out of the way, and instead of her elbow landing on the cushioning of Barbara’s midsection, it instead crashed against the rigid canvas.
Peaches howled as her elbow throbbed with pain from the painful collision, Barbara rolling onto her side and getting to her feet in the meantime. The older pro then stalked the fallen Peaches, grabbing her by the ankle and twisting her upended leg into a step over toe hold. Flat on her back, Peaches howled while punching the canvas in pain, her large chest protruding from beneath her skimpy, pink, bikini top. Barbara kept the pressure on however, leaning forward to increase the strain.
But in a show of great dexterity, Peaches thrust her upper body, forward, managing to grab two handfuls of Barbara’s thick hair, and using the grip to flip her onto her back. Barbara fell hard, not expecting the impressive show of agility which had just been used against her. Both women struggled to their feet once again, Barbara perspiring even more heavily now as she realized that time was beginning to run out and that she was not able to secure an advantage to this point. The two were on their feet once more, Peaches showing a slight limp from the leg hold she was just in while Barbara breathed heavily, her pert chest heaving up and down with each breath she took.
The two eyed each other as they paused for a moment, but then Barbara finally became the aggressor as she rushed Peaches, secured her wrist and flipped beneath her arm, trapping her in a side armlock. Hunched forward with her arm twisted out to her side, Peaches groaned as Barbara coiled her trapped limb. The crowd cheered and booed, the decibel level very high as the fans enjoyed the fast paced action. The curly haired pro then gave another exaggerated twist, causing Peaches to be flipped onto her back as Barbara released her arm. She rushed over to the amateur and reached down to grab her, but Peaches quickly thrust herself upward, grabbing Barbara by the hair and falling backward, pulling Barbara’s head down with her.
As a result, Barbara was tossed over her fallen opponent and twirled overhead before landing on her back. She rolled forward, using her momentum to get her up into a seated position, but then reached behind her to grab her aching lower back. Peaches moved in for the attack, but as she grabbed hold of Barbara’s hair, the veteran shoved her fist forward, driving it into Peaches gut. The blow slowed the youngster, but not enough so the break the hold as she began to pull Barbara to her feet. Forced onto one knee, Barbara then drove her shoulder forward, ramming it into Peaches midsection and knocking her down to the mat.
Barbara got up and prepared to move in, and with Peaches flat on her back, she decided to make her move. She dove down on top of the youngster, flattening her to the mat and trying to secure her wrists to pin them. But Peaches quickness allowed her to thwart the attempt, and she used the strength of her legs to roll over, the two intertwined bodies now reversed. Barbara was now flat on her back, but not for long as she was able to roll over once more, and Peaches then doing the same. So after the two rolled each other over twice, it was Barbara who now ended up on her back as Peaches finally secured her wrists and pinned them to the canvas.
Realizing that she was pinned, Barbara squirmed desperately to avoid the end of her wrestling career. The ref moved in, but Barbara would not allow her shoulder to remain against the canvas long enough for him to begin to count. Peaches pressed all of her weight down against the 41 year old pro, Barbara frantically trying to avoid the pin. But her 26 year old attacker was relentless as she kept Barbara flattened and continued to press her body flat tot he mat, Peaches sweaty chest hovering just inches above the frantic veteran's face. They struggled for a few more moments before Peaches then tried to move her knees in and plant them atop Barbara’s arms. She got one knee down on Barbara’s upper arm, but before she could set the other, Barbara forcefully arched her back and used all of her strength to bridge her body so that Peaches was propelled off of her.
Once again the two women began to get to their feet, Barbara able to rise first as she took a moment to catch her breath before going on the attack. But just then the bell rang and she paused to see the result from the other ring. She noticed Molly pinning Athena and realized that the blonde pro had retained her spot on the roster. Barbara’s hesitation however, allowed Peaches to get to her feet, and once again, the two women were both facing each other, ready for another confrontation.
Each circled the other, looking for the opportunity to attack. Finally they both moved forward at the same time and locked arms, each stretching them in front of their bodies as their fingers interlocked and they began to engage in a test of strength. Their arms trembled from the strain, neither gaining a significant advantage for the first few seconds. Barbara’s body glistened under the bright lights as her perspiration gave her skin a shimmer. Peaches had begun to perspire herself now, the sheen on her chest accentuating it nicely as her body strained. But suddenly Peaches lifted her knee and rove it into Barbara’s gut, jarring the veteran with the body blow. Barbara doubled over as their arms fell, the youngster reaching down to abruptly snatch a handful of Barbara’s hair with her left arm and wrench her opponent’s head upright.
With the crowd screaming, Barbara’s upper body was pulled erect just as Peaches recoiled her right arm. She then fired a huge right cross which landed square on Barbara’s left cheek, snapping the veteran’s head to the side violently as the sound of fist striking cheekbone followed closely by an anguished graon, drew a gasp from those seated at ringside.
WHACK ...... UUNNHHHHH!
A spray of perspiration spew forth from Barbara’s head as her arms fell to her sides as her head then rebounded back to the front. As a foxy boxer, Peaches had often been maligned for not being a true athlete but rather merely a sex object. But the force of the blow to Barbara’s face proved that she had learned something in the ring, and Barbara’s glassy eyes and limp body were evidence of that.
The youngster knew that she had Barbara in trouble and reached forward with her right arm, grabbing a handful of hair from the top of Barbara’s head. She then recoiled her left arm and sent another stiff punch, this one landing on Barbara’s right cheek and envoking the same sounds as before.
WHACK ...... OOOOOOHHHHH!
Once again a spray of sweat discharged off of Barbara’s head as it snapped to the side, her knees becoming wobbly though she remained on her feet. The second blow was even more lethal than the first, and by using each fist, Peaches had proven that her power resided in both arms.
Teetering on her feet, Barbara was clearly out of it as her arms dangled at her sides, her expression blank. The crowd sensed that the end was near and several jumped to their feet, waiting to see what was next. Peaches then reached forward and wrapped her hands around the back of Barbara’s neck, pulling it forward. She then began to drop backward while hopping upward and bending her knees so that they were pressed against Barbara’s stomach as they fell. The youngster’s back then hit the canvas as Barbara fell on top of her, the veteran’s stomach smacking viciously into the amateur’s knees in a brutal gutbuster.
Howling in pain, Barbara then found herself being flipped through the air as a result of Peaches thrusting her legs upward to shoot Barbara overhead. The pro’s body cascaded through the air, completing a full revolution before she crashed onto her back, her arms spread overhead and her legs strewn apart upon landing. The crowd erupted as Peaches rolled backward and ended up perched atop the flattened Barbara. The pro did not resist this time, completely out of it as Peaches sat on her ribcage. The youngster then spread her own body across Barbara's, stretching Barbara apart as she wrapped her arms and legs around those of her victim. Spread apart in a grapevine pin, Barbara's body was barely visible from beneath her similarly sized though much more voluptuous conquerer. With only her face fully visible, Barbara glanced despondently up towards the lights, unable to offer any further resistence.
The ref seemed to wait for Peaches to completely set herself and turn to glance over at him before he began the count. To add the final exclamation point to her victory, Peaches then dropped her large, damp, heaving bosom down onto Barbara’s face, her cleavage swallowing it up in a final dispaly of dominance as the ref finished the three count. The bell rang and Peaches lifted herself off of the defeated veteran, jumping to her feet and celebrating as the ref lifted her arm in the air. Her pretty face lit up with a wide smile as she celebrated her victory, Barbara left flat on her back below.
As the youngster rejoiced in the fact that she had just earned the right to compete as a professional wrestler, Barbara came to the disheartening realization that her own pro wrestling career had come to an end. Barely able to move, she stayed on her back as tears began to seep from her eyes and roll down her cheeks.
“The official results ... MOLLY retains her spot on the roster with a victory over Athena …. and we say goodbye to Barbara …. who will be replaced on the Women’s Division roster by our latest addition ... PEACHES!”
Though many in the crowd were sad to see Barbara go, it was hard to deny that Peaches had earned the right to take her spot. And Molly had shown the dominance that many had expected of her when she first started wrestling. The effect that this would have on the Women’s Division remained to be seen, but for now, the Veteran’s Division matches were next and it was time to see who of the Veteran’s would stay ... and who would go!
