Barbara vs. Flora
The Amateur Night Wrestling Match

Flora left the wrestling federation's gym feeling proud of herself, invigorated by what she had just accomplished. She had been invited by the retired, pro wrestler Madeleine to join her and her protégé’ Barbara in a training session for their upcoming Amateur Night Wrestling Match. Madeleine had called Flora and suggested that she join them in order to go over some moves in order to prepare the match. But even though Flora agreed to participate, she came into the session with her own agenda. The fiery brunette viewed Madeleine as a pompous has-been and her student Barbara as inept, so she savored the opportunity to show them both how pathetic they were.

She had done exactly that, defeating Barbara easily and leaving her tied up in the ropes. But even more rewarding was the way she then pummeled Barbara’s mentor Madeleine, leaving her writhing on the floor outside of the ring as Barbara watched helplessly from above. Although she used dirty tactics to defeat Barbara and then attacked Madeleine when she wasn’t looking, Flora had once again proven that she would do anything to defeat an opponent, and she garnered great satisfaction at having just accomplished that, twice in one night!

But despite her accomplishment, she realized that this was merely a training session. The real match, fought before a live crowd, was still two weeks away, so Flora knew that even though both women were left pummeled, her job was not yet over. If she truly wanted to pursue a pro wrestling career and win back her husband’s affections in the process, she would need to defeat Barbara one more time.

Although having never been a pro wrestler, Flora had arranged numerous, private catfighting sessions for herself against other women several years earlier. While still a newlywed, she had fought for the benefit of her husband and he delighted in watching his wife compete in the typically brutal and erotic fights. But gradually Flora had stopped fighting altogether and as a result, gradually her husband seemed to lose interest in her until their marriage had grown into its’ current, stagnant state. But Flora still loved him and was determined to win his affections back, and one of the ways she planned to do that was to become a pro wrestler. Though she hadn’t told him about her endeavor yet, since she was now on her way to a successful start, tonight would be the night to break the news!

Arriving home early, Flora went about cooking a nice dinner for him. As it simmered on the stove, she slipped into a sexy negligee’ and waited for his arrival. When he walked in, catching a glimpse of his wife in the sensual garment, his reaction was much less than she had hoped for. But Flora was undaunted and threw herself at him. Disinterested, he gradually escaped her clutches, telling her that he had a headache. But Flora was steadfast, grabbing his hand and pulling him over to a chair in the living room where she pushed him down onto it. She then sat on his lap, facing him, before finally telling him that she was going to have a wrestling match.

He immediately perked up at the revelation and Flora took advantage of his reaction by shimmying back and forth on his lap to further arouse him. She told him that her match was in two weeks and how delighted she would be if he would accompany her. As if she had flipped a switch on his back, he then picked her up, carried her into the bedroom and the two had passionate sex while their dinner burned on the stove. Flora didn’t care about dinner though, and after a long, pleasing workout, her husband eventually rolled off of her, satisfied and breathing deeply. As she lay there listening to her husband’s panting, she smiled, having just gotten all the motivation she needed to win the match.

That same night, Barbara also had a conversation with her husband, but with a slightly different tone. Barbara’s husband was well aware of her pursuit to become a wrestler and supported it fully. But he did not achieve any stimulation from watching his wife wrestle. His only concern was for his wife’s safety, and though he went along with her desire to compete as a wrestler, he was never very fond of the idea.

Barbara’s motivations were also quite different from Flora’s. Wrestling was a sport, a competition where she put herself to the test against another woman. Neither she nor her husband associated wrestling with eroticism or recognized any correlation between the two. So as they talked, her body still aching from the beating Flora had given her, the conversation was much more pragmatic. She explained to her husband what had happened during her session with Flora and how, if she was going to be successful in the match, she needed to focus all of her attention on her preparations. That meant a few short-term changes in their lives and she needed her husband’s cooperation in order to do that.

She explained that she and her mentor Madeleine had agreed to step up her training even more over the next two weeks. That wouldn’t be a problem for Barbara since she could do that training during the day when the kids were at school and still pick them up afterward. But those heightened training sessions with Madeleine would be focused solely on her ring technique. She would still need to toughen her body, another important objective in Barbara’s preparation for the match. So those workouts would have to be done at night which meant that, for the next two weeks, her husband would have to watch the kids until bedtime. He listened to her proposal and agreed although he also expressed concern about the match.

“It sounds like this Flora is a real psycho! Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

Barbara paused, giving the question some thought. He was right, Flora was willing to do anything to win. But Barbara knew that this match was a crossroads for her. If she lost, she would have to give some serious consideration to ending her dream of becoming a wrestler. But if she won, it could be a stepping stone, bringing her closer to her goal. So calmly Barbara nodded her head, assuring her husband that she had everything under control.

The next two weeks passed quickly, each woman taking a very different approach to her preparations. While Flora occasionally hit the gym, her workouts in the gym lacked the intensity or purpose of her workouts in the bedroom.

Barbara on the other hand spent 5 or 6 hours per day, pushing her body to its’ limit. She trained hard during that time and when she finally got home each night, she was so exhausted that she went straight to sleep.

Finally however, the two contrasting personalities found themselves in opposite corners of the wrestling ring, there differing attire saying as much about their contrasts as anything while a crowd of about 100 fans anxiously waited to see these two amateurs fight it out.

Standing in her corner, Barbara was dressed like a typical pro wrestler, wearing the same outfit she had worn for her catastrophic training session against Flora a couple of weeks earlier. It was a multi-colored, Spandex sports bra with matching bicycle shorts, black knee and elbow pads and a pair of black, leather wrestling boots. At 5’4” and weighing 120 lbs., the 40-year-old Barbara’s body revealed the preliminary sculpting of a woman who was working hard on her physical conditioning. She had added a few pounds of muscle to her petite frame, the hint of a six pack beginning to peek through her taut abdomen while the lithe muscles on her arms and legs began to appear more clearly defined. Though she was not muscular, Barbara clearly looked fit.

Across the ring, at 5’5” and weighing 110 lbs., the 36 year-old Flora looked more like a vixen about to engage in a catfight than a pro wrestler. Barefoot, she wore a black, string bikini; the exact same outfit she had worn in her first fight almost 10 years earlier. The skimpy garment still fit perfectly though her appealing, thin frame lacked visible, muscle definition. While her stomach was flat it also seemed soft, her slender arms lacking muscle tone and her legs, though shapely, appeared devoid of power. So despite looking great in a bikini, her body lacked the muscularity and power of her opponent.

But though her body did not appear threatening, the petite Flora had a fire in her eyes that warned of her intensity and rage, a trait Barbara’s pretty brown eyes clearly lacked. As the fit housewife glanced across the ring, she could see that Flora was out for blood, turning away nervously while stretching in her corner. Her eyes darted anxiously around the crowd before she glanced down to ringside, gazing at her husband who was seated next to her mentor Madeleine. Madeleine was busy glaring across at Flora with an angry sneer, but her husband looked up at her, smiling apprehensively. She returned a nervous smile to him before Madeleine turned and looked up at her, giving a thumbs up with an intense expression on her face. Barbara nodded and then turned to stare across the ring, Flora’s deep, brown eyes still glaring back at her.

Flora’s eyes seemed to pierce Barbara’s psyche, again causing her to turn away. The zealous brunette smiled deviously at the reaction before glancing down at her own husband who was sitting just below her corner. Her rage disappeared, if only for a moment, as she blew him a kiss before turning her attention back toward her opponent. But a few seconds later the bell rang and suddenly the mind games were over and the physical confrontation began.

Barbara moved out of her corner quickly, skipping to the side as she kept her eyes squarely on her opponent to study every movement she made. Unlike the last time these two met, Barbara now had a strategy and enough basic training to carry it out. So as she reached the center of the ring, she lifted her arms, challenging Flora to a test of strength. The surly brunette quickly pushed Barbara’s arms aside before lowering her head and ramming the top of it into Barbara’s gut, wrapping her arms around her back as she drove her backward.

The honey-haired Barbara gulped as she found herself being driven back toward ringside, but quickly wrapped her arm around Flora’s bowed head while backpedaling. As Barbara was pushed against the ropes, she tightened her grip on Flora’s bowed head, the side of Flora’s face coming to rest against the outside of Barbara’s hip. Barbara kept her grip around Flora’s head, clutching her chin in order to wrench it to the side.

Still hunched forward, Flora raised one of her hand to try and break the grip on her chin, but Barbara abruptly grabbed hold of her wrist and yanked up on her thin arm, wrenching Flora’s shoulder in the process.

“AAAAAAH”

The rough tug sent a shooting pain from Flora’s shoulder all the way to her neck. She continued to keep one arm wrapped around Barbara’s waist, but with her bowed head trapped beneath Barbara’s arm, she knew that she was vulnerable.

Barbara kept the two holds locked in place as she slowly moved off of the ropes, pulling Flora along with her. But after giving another painful jerk on Flora’s arm, Barbara released it and reached forward, wrapping her arm around Flora’s waist. She paused, but then sucking in a quick breath, pulled up on Flora’s midsection before dropping backward herself.

Flora’s leg shot upward before spinning through the air until finally her back crashed to that mat on the completion of a Giant Suplex. Barbara rolled away and quickly got to her feet as Flora remained on the mat, arching her back while rolling onto her side as she grimaced in pain.

“THAT’S IT BARBARA! NICE MOVE! KEEP IT UP!” Madeleine yelled from her seat at ringside.

Barbara did just that, rushing over and grabbing hold of both of Flora’s ankles before pulling up on her legs. Wrapping her arms around the back of Flora’s knees, she tucked them alongside her hips before dragging her over toward the corner. As she got about 5 feet away from it, Barbara’s back facing the corner while Flora’s upended body dangled below her with her shoulders pressed against the canvas, Barbara then fell backward while pulling forward on Flora’s legs. As Barbara’s fell straight backward, Flora’s shoulders lifted off of the mat as her body was pulled upright and then shot forward as if launched from a catapult. Flora’s eyes widened as she saw top turnbuckle drawing closer and knew that she was unable to prevent the impending collision. A second later, her face smashed against the padding cushion in a violent collision, her body then collapsing into the corner.

As the crowd cheered, Barbara got to her feet, anxious to resume the attack. It was all coming together for her as she approached the floundering Flora, but she knew that she couldn’t let up. Reaching down she snatched hold of Flora’s wrist with one hand and yanked up on her arm. She then stuffed her other hand in Flora’s armpit, pulling her the rest of the way up before forcing her back into the corner. With Flora looking disheveled, Barbara charged forward a few steps before whipping the thin brunette across the ring.

Flora chugged forward until she turned and crashed against the opposite corner, her head snapping backward from the impact. Barbara wasted no time in racing across the ring toward her. As she drew closer, Barbara hopped up and planted her feet onto Flora’s thighs, digging the soles of her boots into the apex of Flora’s hips while wrapping her arms around the back of Flora’s head. She then fell backward, pulling Flora’s head down with her as she fell.

As Flora’s upper body fell downward, her lower body was sent flying through the air and as Barbara landed on her back, she kicked her feet up into Flora’s hips, flipping her over. Flora’s upended body whirled overhead before crashing landing on her back and sliding several feet on the canvas before grinding to a halt, her limbs scattered in every direction. Again Barbara got to her feet and rushed over, her husband and Madeleine, along with most of the crowd, cheering loudly at ringside.

Barbara again yanked her up by the arm, pulled her back into the corner and whisked her across the ring for a second time. Flora slammed into the corner once more as Barbara raced up, repeating the move she had just used. But just as she jumped up onto Flora’s hips, the wily brunette grabbed hold of Barbara’s legs while abruptly ducking her head so that Barbara could not grab it. As Barbara stood up on Flora’s thighs, she desperately reached forward to try and grab hold of something, anything, but with Flora’s head bowed, was unable to. Her brown eyes widened as she felt herself falling backward and no way of avoiding the impending collision. Finally her shoulders crashed to the mat, the back of her head slamming it against a second later.

The impact was ferocious and drew a gasp from the crowd as Barbara rolled her head from side to side, her eyes seemingly rolling with them. Her long, curly hair fell over her anguished face as Flora kept the grip on her legs while glaring down into her now vacuous eyes. Barbara’s arms lay limply over her head; her legs now in the grasp of her rival as her overturned body dangled off of her.

Flora was in no rush, now in control, but still feeling the effects of being tossed around just a few moments ago. But after a brief pause she towed Barbara over to the center of the ring, her arms dragging against the mat as she was pulled along on her back. Flora then rolled Barbara onto her stomach while stepping across her body so that her ass was perched above Barbara’s lower back. She then pulled up on her legs, folding Barbara in half as her back arched painfully from the eventual Boston Crab hold. The curly-maned cutie immediately began to squeal in pain, her sweet voice quivering as Madeleine tried to encourage her.

“COME ON! HANG IN THERE BARBARA!”, Madeleine shouted up at her, though fearful that her protégé’ would be forced to submit.

Flora heard Madeleine’s shouts of encouragement, prompting her to shoot a devious smile down in Madeleine’s direction. But she then hauled back on Barbara’s legs even more, wrenching her already warped body even more. The taut, caramel-colored skin on Barbara’s back rippled from the way her body was being bent, her hands slapping the mat in exasperation and pain. Her spine felt as if it were about to pop from the pressure put on it as the ref dove down near her and asked if she wanted to submit.

“…n..n..nooooo!”

Barbara’s reply was weak and unconvincing. She was trying to be courageous, but knew that she was quickly reaching her threshold for pain. With Flora’s ass now perched above the back of her head, Barbara desperately tried to reach back for it, but was unable to stretch that far. Seeing her attempts, Flora jerked on her legs even harder, prompting Barbara’s sweet sounding, high pitched voice to cry out in anguish.

“oohh ….. oohh ….. OOHH!”

Again the ref asked Barbara if she was ready to submit, this time the answer not coming as quickly. She continued to moan, but them, either bravely or foolhardily, refused.

“…. .nooooo …..”

Frustrated that Barbara would not give up, Flora finally released the grip on her legs as they flopped to the mat, but was now determined to make her suffer even more for her decision. So with Barbara lying flat below her, Flora hastily dropped down onto Barbara’s back, smashing her ass into it and squashing her against the canvas. As Barbara whined below her, Flora began to grind her ass down onto Barbara’s back, waving her arms in the air in an erotic dance as the crowd erupted in cheers. Flora then twirled around on Barbara’s back before kneeling alongside her. She then planted one of her knees down onto it, digging it into the small of Barbara’s back before reaching forward to grab a handful of her thick, curly hair. Pulling her head back, Flora yanked on it until the veins in Barbara’s neck began to pop from the strain, her pretty face distorted in pain.

She held her head back long enough to make Barbara suffer some more before beginning to smash her pretty face into the mat, over and over. Barbara’s head looked as if it were on a pivot as Flora pulled it up before smashing it back down repeatedly, her arms flapping at her sides. Finally relenting, Flora then pushed herself off of Barbara, who’s body remained sprawled out below her, face down on the canvas. Flora stood up so that her feet straddled Barbara’s prone body as she gazed out at her husband and smiled, flexing her meager biceps toward him in a victory pose. He smiled back at her, delighting in his wife’s antics. Flora then turned and glanced over at Madeleine, her expression changing to a more sinister sneer.

Having fun, Flora reached down and ripped Barbara up by the hair before grabbing hold of her wrist with both hands. She then spun herself beneath Barbara’s arm, attempting to lock her in a side armbar. But Barbara anticipated the move and spun herself around as well so that the final result was that Flora ended up hunched over with her arm pulled out to her side and Barbara clenching onto her wrist, twisting on the slender limb. It was a proficient counter attack, and though still reeling, Barbara finally showed signs of fighting back.

She held onto Flora’s wrist tightly, the soft skin on the top of Flora’s arm twisted from the painful hold as she remained hunched over. Content to keep the hold in place while she regained her faculties, Barbara breathed deeply while Flora groused in her deep, throaty voice, slapping at her twisted arm in protest. She tried to wriggle free, but each time made an attempt to do so, Barbara gave a quick twist on her arm, putting more pressure on the hold to keep her at bay.

“TAKE YOUR TIME BARBARA. PLAN YOUR NEXT MOVE!” was the direction shouted up to her from Madeleine.

Barbara took the advice, keeping Flora’s arm askew while strategizing what to do next. Finally she whirled beneath Flora’s arm once again, flipping her onto her back in the process while keeping a tight grip on her wrist. Barbara then knelt down before finally taking a seat and extending her legs in front of her. She wedged the sole of her boot into Flora’s armpit while pressing her other foot into the crux of Flora’s neck. Pressing both thumbs onto the front of Flora’s wrist, she then twisted her arm so that the palm of Flora’s hand faced upward while she pulled on the now twisted and aching limb.

Flora began to kick her legs furiously in protest, the soft skin on the back of her thighs jiggling with each stomp of her bare feet, the pale skin on her upper arm turning pink. Barbara meanwhile continued to tug back on the arm, strands of her curly, brown hair falling over her face as she leaned back to apply more pressure. After giving another forceful tug, Barbara finally eased her grip momentarily in order to readjust it, but that was all Flora needed as she hastily pulled her arm free before rolling toward Barbara, atop her legs.

With the Flora’s back now lying across Barbara’s extended legs, she abruptly cocked her arm and rammed the point of her elbow into Barbara’s chest, striking her considerable cleavage. Barbara’s head jarred backward from the pain of the impact, but as it returned forward, Flora fired the side of her fist into Barbara’s ear, striking it with great force.

A loud, ringing noise filled Barbara’s head, disorienting her momentarily, which was all the time Flora needed. Squirming onto her knees, she knelt alongside Barbara before raising her arms to one side, joining her fists together. She then fired a double fisted blow onto the side of Barbara’s neck, which jarred her down to the mat. Flat on her back, Barbara was vulnerable, and Flora took advantage.

Getting to her knees she slid closer, pressing her calf down onto Barbara’s throat while reaching forward to bury her fingers into Barbara’s taut tummy. She gouged her fingers into the yielding skin with a painful claw hold; Barbara’s tightened abdominal muscles unable to ward off their infiltration.

“CHOKE REF!”, yelled Madeleine as Barbara’s legs thrashed in protest.

Barbara’s face began to grow bright red as her legs kicked even more animatedly, the two holds doing considerable damage. The ref moved in and warned Flora to break the choke, but she insolently growled back up at him.

“WHAT CHOKE?”

He then began to count and as he reached three, Flora lifted her calf off of Barbara’s throat, though continuing to plunge her fingers into Barbara’s gouged gut. With the embattled housewife screaming in pain, Flora delighted in the excruciating claw hold before finally extracting her fingers from Barbara’s mangled skin and pushing herself onto her feet, leaving her victim to wallow below her.

As Barbara rolled on her back, five deep, red welts were obvious on her stomach from where Flora's fingers and fingernails had dug in. But the ornery brunette didn't let up, instead grabbing a handful of Barbara's thick, curly hair and ripping her onto her feet. As Barbara stood erect, Flora moved her face in toward Barbara's, opening her mouth as she approached. It looked as though Flora was about to give Barbara an open-mouthed kiss, but then, in a move that no one could have anticipated, Flora wrapped her mouth around Barbara's nose and bit it, chomping down on her cute, little snout.

Barbara screamed as she raised her hands to her face, trying to pry Flora off of her nose. But Flora continued to sink her teeth into Barbara's nose, the crowd was stunned by the tactic as Flora gnawed away. After getting her fill, Flora finally unclenched her teeth and backed her head away from Barbara as the curly haired cutie covered her face with her hands, hunching over.

As Barbara massaged her muzzle, she was overwhelmed by her assailant’s savagery and for the first time, felt scared. If Flora was willing to actually bite her face, what was next?

Flora smiled deviously as the crowd reacted in shock, some cheering, others booing and some just laughing out loud. But she then bowed in front of Barbara and pressed her shoulders into Barbara's torso while wrapping her arms around her neck and the back of her legs. She then slowly and arduously pushed Barbara's body up and onto her shoulders.

Flora's legs wobbled beneath her as she struggled to hold the now horizontal housewife's body across her shoulders. Trudging over to the corner where Madeleine sat, Flora's legs almost buckling with each step she took, she finally reached her destination and dropped Barbara across the turnbuckle. With her legs hanging outside the ring on one side of the ropes and her head hanging over the other, Barbara gazed up at the ceiling, trying to roll herself off of the top ropes. But Flora held her in place as she stepped up onto the bottom rope while lifting her arms over her head and interlocking her fingers together.

Barbara’s husband looked up in disbelief, his wife’s body stretched across the corner, her eyes staring blankly skyward. The mother of his children, his sweet and innocent wife, was being mauled by this savage woman, and he was powerless to prevent it. He sat there, shaking his head in disbelief and hoping that the match would soon come to an end.

Just then Flora glared down toward him, her arms extended overhead as she prepared to pummel his wife further. But the brutal brunette’s glare was intended for Madeleine, as was her sarcastic taunt.

"You did a great job training your protege' here ... training her to be a punching bag that is!"

Madeleine had no reply, instead scowling back up at Flora who, with Barbara laid bare below her, then drove her combined fist down into the extended abdomen. She slammed a powerful blast into Barbara’s battered belly as the humbled housewife’s head shot upward, an agonized expression on her red face. Flora then whacked her across the side of her face to knock her back down before smashing another bomb into her belly. Barbara moaned loudly as Flora landed a third blow, and then a fourth, Barbara’s husband and mentor both too despondent to watch the beating.

Flora cackled as stepped off of the ropes and grabbed Barbara's side, pulling her body in toward the ring. Barbara rolled off of the ropes and crashed to the mat, flat on her face as Flora stood over her. She tried to get up, but was only able to lift herself onto her elbows, covering her aching face, her body wracked with pain. Flora then grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her to the center of the ring before folding her legs in toward her head and sitting on the back of them, locking her in a matchbook pin. The ref rushed over and slapped three, the bell ringing to mark the end of the match, and seemingly, the end of Barbara's career as a wrestler.

After the bell rang, Flora kept the pin in place for several more seconds, savoring her victory as Barbara was rolled up helplessly below her. With the hapless housewife trapped, Flora thrust her arms over her head in celebration, her husband cheering for her from his seat across the ring. Finally Flora unfurled Barbara's legs and as they flopped to the mat, the crushed cutie rolling onto her side and trembling.

Flora then got to her feet and had her arm raised in victory, the crowd cheering, impressed by the petite brunette's prowess. Flora barely heard the cheers however; her eyes focused on her husband who was smiling widely as he stared at his victorious wife. She had gotten the reaction she had hoped for, and as she climbed out of the ring, she threw her arms around him and they kissed passionately.

Barbara meanwhile struggled to finally get into a seated position as Madeleine climbed into the ring to help her. By the time Barbara finally got up, Flora was already in the locker room, her husband taking his seat again at ringside to wait for her. Madeleine helped Barbara out of the ring, her husband walking over to comfort her.

"Are you okay sweetheart?"

Barbara looked back at him sadly, her deep brown eyes expressing her physical and emotional pain, though she nodded to indicate that she okay. Madeleine said nothing, walking her back toward the locker room before pushing the door open. As they walked inside, Barbara's arm draped over Madeleine's shoulder, Flora was seated there, basking in her victory. She smirked at the pair of women, her venomous glances directed toward Madeleine, who walked Barbara over to a chair.

"Some mentor you are?", Flora snickered as they passed by.

Madeleine helped Barbara down and checked to see if she was okay before walking over to confront Flora, who stood up to meet her. The two women were toe to toe, but before Flora said a word, Madeleine pushed her with both hands.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!?!?"

Flora stumbled back a step, but recovered quickly and charged at Madeleine, pushing her back into the lockers. Just then Joe, the owner of wrestling federation walked in to congratulate Flora. Seeing the confrontation unfolding, he stood back so that neither woman noticed him. He watched as Madeleine grabbed the bowed Flora in a front headlock before ramming her elbow down into Flora's back, knocking her to her knees.

“You know, you really need to be taught a lesson!”, Madeleine growled angrily as she reached down and grabbed a handful of Flora’s hair, ready to give her some payback for not only the beating she just gave Barbara, but also for the beating she had given Madeleine the last time they met.

She pulled Flora onto her feet by the hair and the rammed her head into a locker. The impact sent a loud CLANK echoing through the room as Flora stumbled backward, staggered from the collision as Joe finally moved in and stood between the two.

"Okay, okay, that's enough."

Madeleine stopped and stared at him, breathing deeply. Flora slowly stood erect as well, the two women exchanging angry glares.

"The locker room isn't the place for this.”

He then turned to Madeleine.

“You want to get back into the ring? Well this is your chance.”

He then turned to Flora.

“You looked good out there tonight, but I wonder how you would do against some real competition.”

He then looked at both of them, making and offer.

“If you two really want to settle this, then I’ll arrange for you to meet in an “Anything Goes Match” on my next show."

The two women paused, but Flora, still rubbing her head, jumped at the chance.

"That's fine with me. It'll give me the chance to humiliate this tired old bag in public!"

Madeleine sneered back at her, also agreeing to the challenge.

"Fine. Set it up!"

With that she turned and walked back over to attend to Barbara, who watched the entire incident from her chair. As Madeleine knelt down beside her, Barbara looked Madeleine in the eye, a faint smile on her bruised face.

"Maybe now you can shut her up once and for all!"

Barbara gained some satisfaction in knowing that Madeleine would finally get the chance to put Flora in her place, and though she was aching and embarrassed, she felt a little better about this latest development. Madeleine meanwhile said nothing, helping Barbara to her feet and escorting her into the shower.

Flora meanwhile sauntered over to the opposite side of the room, a sinister smile on her face as she relished the opportunity to not only defeat Madeleine, but earn a permanent spot on the federation’s roster as a result.

THE END

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