Cocoa vs. Big, Bad Bertha
Veteran's Division Championship Match

Quite some time had passed since the Veteran’s Division Championship belt was put on the line, and Cocoa was anxious to defend it. The logical choice for a challenger would have been Elektra, herself a former champion and also the winner of last year’s Bikini Wrestler of the Year Contest, but with Elektra out of the country on a modeling assignment and Cocoa growing impatient for a chance to defend her title, the rest of the Veteran’s Division was considered.

The first consideration was Lace, but with Cocoa having already defeated her, she was eliminated from consideration. The next candidate was Samurai, but she had returned to her native Japan, and was also not available. The Babe was briefly considered, but she too had been pummeled by Cocoa in a previous match, so she too was removed from consideration. Ms. Liberty was also removed from consideration for 2 reasons. She was the previous champion, losing the title to Cocoa in a one-sided match. She also had lost her last match to Barbara, a relatively inexperienced wrestler, and as a result, was deemed not worthy of a title shot, at least not now. That left only one other woman in the Veteran’s Division, and the prospect of having the champ face her was not something the management of the Veteran’s Division relished. That woman was Big, Bad Bertha.

Bertha was a vile woman, basically trailer park trash which was a suitable moniker for the woman who resided in a trailer. But with no other options and Cocoa determined to get back in the ring, the match was made.

An enigma, Bertha had fought well in the Veteran’s Division Bikini contest, roughing up Lace in the preliminary round, though unable to eliminate her. And since Lace had finished higher in the voting for the bikini contest portion of the tournament, she was the one who moved onto the final round. Bertha was a rough and tumble fighter, using anything and everything in her power to defeat her opponents. She wasn’t above anything in the ring, and that mentality carried over into her personal life. Bertha made a living by being a “private sessions wrestler and catfighter”, a fancy name for being a fetishist. Dirty old men paid her good money to wrestle against them, and on occasion, pay an extra fee for some “extra curricular activities” afterward.

But despite her despicable personal life and loathsome personality, Bertha nonetheless was the choice to face the champ. Informed of the decision, she looked forward to the opportunity to get back in the ring, realizing the potential earnings opportunity of being champ. But few gave her much of a chance against the awesome Cocoa, a woman not opposed to breaking the rules herself.

The champ looked forward to the match, realizing that it would be little competition, but nonetheless enjoying the prospect of stepping back into the ring. She reveled in the opportunity to display her dominance, and welcomed the chance to exploit her older, smaller opponent.

At 48 years of age, Cocoa was 9 years younger than her upcoming foe. In addition, she stood 5 inches taller and weighed a shocking 110 pounds more than her pudgy opponent. But aside from the physical disparity in the match-up, Cocoa was also a much more accomplished wrestler. Sure, Bertha was capable of anything once inside the ring, but Cocoa knew that there was nothing the “old broad” could do to overcome her physical deficiency once the match was underway.

On the night of the fight, the crowd was smaller than hoped for, a sign of the lack of interest due to the predictable outcome on the part of the fans. It seemed that the only person who gave Bertha a chance in the match, was Bertha herself. Sitting in the locker room, the 57 year old hag dragged on a cigarette before slipping into her costume. She then took her clothes off, the butt dangling from her lips as a long ash hung off of it. She dropped the butt on the floor, standing naked as Cocoa walked into the dressing room.

“Man, whatcha trying to do, make me go blind?!?!?” Cocoa exclaimed mockingly at the sight of the naked woman.

“Shut your trap and get ready for me to kick your ass!” came the reply from the surly senior.

Cocoa walked by her, waving her hand to whisk the smoke from the air. She shook her head in disgust as she passed Bertha, taking a seat on the opposite end of the room. Bertha then pulled her outfit out of a plastic bag, and began to change into it. Despite her advanced age and hefty body, Bertha slipped into a black, vinyl one piece outfit, more suited to her fetish appointments than to a professional wrestling ring. The top of the outfit was a “half cup, leaving the top part of her breasts uncovered, just above her nipples. The demi-cups were joined in the middle by strands of black vinyl which connected to an “O ring” in her cleavage. Two separate strands of shiny black vinyl ran from the “O ring” down to the skimpy, vinyl panty, attaching on the front of Bertha’s hips. The outfit was completed by two more strand of vinyl down each leg, which acted as garter belts, connecting to a pair of black stockings, over which she wore a pair of black, vinyl boots. Standing in front of the mirror, Bertha smiled as another freshly lit cigarette dangled from her lips.

“You still got it baby!” she whispered proudly to herself, obviously seeing a different image staring back at her than anyone else could see.

Cocoa watched in amusement, chuckling out loud at the sight.

“You got to be kidding girl!” she yelled mockingly, but Bertha ignored the verbal abuse, instead sarcastically turning to view all sides of her reflection.

Turning her attention away, Cocoa then slipped into her own outfit, a once piece, glittering silver leotard with only one shoulder strap. The outfit squeezed her considerable girth, prompting Bertha to fire back in her gravely voice.

“Oh yeah, and you look like Miss freakin’ America!”

Cocoa smiled, standing tall before walking over to her upcoming opponent. As the two stood just inches apart, the size difference between them was even more dramatic. Bertha looked half the side of the champ, and as Cocoa swatted the cigarette from her lips, Bertha strained her neck to look up at her. The champ then stomped on the smoking butt with the sole of her silver wrestling boots, the two women exchanging angry glares before Bertha was called to the ring.

“Our next match is for the Veteran’s Division Championship. First, the challenger. Standing 5’4” tall and weighing 170 pounds, please welcome ….. BIG … BAD …. BERTHA!”

The applause was sparse at best, and before Bertha made her way through the doors, she lit up another cigarette and let it droop from her mouth. She then made her way down the aisle and towards the ring, the mild applause turning to cackles and boos as the fans got sight of her. Bertha nonetheless smiled, as if enjoying the derision as she thrust her arms overhead before climbing up into the ring. A cup full of beer whisked just a few inches from her head, but she ignored it, flicking her cigarette out into the crowd.

“And next, the current Veteran’s Division Champ!” The applause began in earnest, even before Cocoa’s name was announced. “She stands 5’9” tall and weighs an awesome 280 pounds, please welcome the champ ….. COCOA!"

Uncharacteristically, Cocoa received a standing ovation from the small audience. Though not always a fan favorite, Cocoa seemed to be the lesser of two evils for the fans, who showered the champ with cheers. She made her way confidentially, or even more accurate, arrogantly to ringside. She climbed a set of stairs up into the ring and paraded around it, holding her shoulder back and pointing to the championship belt around her waist. Bertha watched in disdain from her corner as Cocoa removed her belt and handed it to the referee before retreating to her own corner. The two then faced each other, Cocoa’s face turning into an angry sneer as she let out a loud, ferocious roar at her opponent. But Bertha was not intimidated, and as the bell rang, immediately charged across the ring.

You could say what you wanted about Bertha, but she was no fool. She was well aware of the physical disadvantage she was facing, and so she decided to immediately go on the attack. So before Cocoa could get more than a couple of steps out of her corner, Bertha was on her, seizing hold of the large woman’s wrist while twirling her own body beneath Cocoa’s arm. With the champ’s arm now draped over her shoulder, Bertha bent at the knees and pulled the arm forward, attempting to flip Cocoa over. But the plan backfired as Cocoa planted her feet and didn’t budge.

As Bertha gave another tug on her arm, the champ resisted and easily slipped her arm around Bertha’s while repeating the process on the other. Within seconds she had Bertha trapped in a full nelson, the fetish-clad senior’s arms now stretched out on either side of her as Cocoa’s hands connected behind her neck. Bertha’s feet lifted off of the canvas, only the tips of her toes touching it as Cocoa hoisted her ensnared body upward. With her upper body stretched apart, Bertha had not defense as the champ then began to stomp across the ring, pushing her challenger’s body toward the corner. Gathering momentum as she progressed, Cocoa then slammed Bertha’s stretched body against the turnbuckles in the corner, pounding her with great force.

The ropes on all four sides of the ring wavered wildly from the force of the impact as Cocoa released the full nelson, but then quickly seized Bertha’s right wrist. She ripped the older woman’s flagging body from the corner, spun her around and tossed her across the ring by the arm. Bertha chugged ahead like a locomotive until she again crashed face first into the corner on the other side of the ring, again the ropes fluttering wildly from the collision. Bertha’s arms hung over the top ropes on either side of her, her body waning below them.

Plodding up behind her, Cocoa then stomped her boot into the small of Bertha’s back, mashing her even deeper into the corner. She then grabbed a handful of Bertha’s dark, wiry hair, pulled her head backward and then drove it forward, slamming her face into the top turnbuckle. The entire considerable amount of visible skin on Bertha’s body trembled as a result and she sank to her knees, her arms still enveloping the top rope as she sagged down from them.

Standing ominously behind her faltering foe, Cocoa then grabbed the waistline from the back of Bertha’s vinyl outfit and used it to hoist her back onto her feet, the shiny garment slipping between the crack of Bertha’s ample butt as a result. The champ then spun her around before shoving one arm between Bertha’s legs while wrapping the other around the side of her neck. With seemingly no effort at all, she scooped the 170 pound wrestler off of the mat and carried to the center of the ring, Bertha’s legs shooting up into the air along the journey. She then body slammed her to the canvas, the ring quaking up and down from the intensity of the blow.

With Bertha’s arms splayed out over her head, one leg bent at the knee and the other spread apart in a different direction, the crowd began to boo. The reaction was much more a testament to Bertha’s ineptness than any indictment of the champ, and the crowd grew agitated despite getting what they had expected. Cocoa was manhandling Bertha, and it was just a matter of time before she put her away for good. The only question in the minds of the fans was how long before Cocoa used her patented finishing move, the Cocoa Powder!

Lying on the canvas, Bertha’s back cried out in pain. She heard the boos, but they had little affect on her. She also wasn’t panicking yet either. She had been in dire predicaments many times before, especially in her career as a private catfighter, but had always come out of them relatively unscathed. But despite her optimism, Bertha soon found herself being ripped off of the mat by the hair, the champ plucking her up like a ragdoll.

Once more Cocoa heaved Bertha into the air, delivering another spine tingling body slam to the hapless senior. Flat on her back, Bertha tried to roll onto her side, but before she could, Cocoa grabbed hold of both of her ankles, using them to pull her legs upward. With Bertha’s lower back lifting off of the canvas, she then found her body starting to lift completely off of the mat as she began to revolve around her attacker. Facing up toward the lights, Bertha’s vision soon became blurry as she was spun through the air, Cocoa sending her on a wild ride. Bertha’s arms stretched out in front of her as her extended body circled through the air for 3 full revolutions before she felt the pressure on her ankles release. She soared toward the corner, crashing to the canvas as she rolled brusquely several times before her midsection wrapped around the steel support pole, preventing her from being ejected from the ring.

Several of the fans chuckled loudly at the sight to Bertha’s body as it dangled around the pole, her legs falling out of the ring on one side, her arms hanging over the other. After taking a moment to catch her breath and regain her balance, Cocoa stormed over to the corner, reaching down to grab the waistline from the back of Bertha’s suit once again and using it to drag her back into the ring. The older woman flopped onto her back, her arms falling limply just as she was greeted with a brutal stomp to her soft paunch.

“BBAAAWWWWWHHH!” howled the embattled Bertha as her body recoiled.

Her energy and strength were being slammed, spun and stomped out of her, and Bertha‘s thoughts were jumbled as she rolled onto her side, hoping to avoid another debilitating stomp. But Cocoa had other plans for her, and ripped her onto her feet by the hair, the two women now face to face; well maybe face to chest due to the size difference. Cocoa sneered at her ailing foe, Bertha’s head faltering in front of her. But Cocoa moved in again, wrapping her big, burly arms around the smaller woman and trapping her in a front bearhug. As she tightened her grip, she lifted Bertha off of the canvas, the older woman’s back arching painfully as her feet left the canvas.

The crowd erupted in cheers, finally sensing that the end was near. But Bertha wasn’t giving up yet, and with her arms free, hastily dragged her fingers across Bertha’s eyes, raking them with her fingernails. Cocoa let out a loud yelp and instantly dropped Bertha, who fell to her knees in front of the ailing giant. The crowd booed angrily as Bertha struggled to regain her sight, recklessly throwing blind punches in front of her in hopes of striking Bertha.

But the beleaguered Bertha remained on her knees, cognizant of Cocoa’s punches and ensuring that she avoided them. She knew her advantage wouldn’t last for long, so she slowly pushed herself onto her feet, each movement causing her more pain. Finally she got herself upright and hobbled to ringside, pressing her aching body back against the ropes. Grabbing hold of the top one for support, she paused again, letting out a loud, hacking cough as she steadied herself. She was perspiring and breathing heavily, testament to her poor physical conditioning. But with Cocoa still blinded, she knew she had to act fast.

Bouncing off of the ropes a few times, Bertha finally propelled herself forward, lowering her shoulder as she charged. She drove it directly into Cocoa’s midsection, trying to drive the champ to the mat, or at least to knock her backward. Cocoa did stumble back a step, but no more than that as she kept her balance and took a wild swing through the air. Bertha was able to duck below it however, and then stumbled back against the ropes to try again.

After another short pause, wiping the sweat from her brow in the process, Bertha again shot herself off of the ropes and again rammed her shoulder into Cocoa’s gut. The result was the same however, as Cocoa lurched backward a couple of steps, but did not go down. Bertha was frustrated, and as she straightened up, was hit in the side of the head by one of Coca’s wild swings, knocking her to the mat.

The crowd roared as Bertha rolled onto her side, clutching the side of her head as her ears rang from the impact. Though Cocoa’s vision was still blurred, she could make out enough to see where Bertha was lying, and stumbled over to her. She stood over the ailing woman, but she lifted her leg to stomp down on her, Bertha lunged her foot forward and slammed the sole of her boot on the inside of Cocoa’s knee, buckling her leg in the process.

The champ crumbled to the mat with a loud thud as she rolled onto her side and grabbed for the aching joint. Her knee was aching badly and she suspected that it might have been injured, a prospect which both frightened, and angered, her. Bertha meanwhile had her own problems. Her ears were still ringing as she lay on her side, slowly getting herself into a seated position. She propped herself up with one arm as she surveyed the damage she had done. Cocoa was lying just a few feet away, both women now struggling to continue.

With the crowd cheering for Cocoa to recover, Bertha crawled over to her. Her skin tone was now a pinkish color, flushed from the exertion but looking surprisingly healthy for a woman with such an unhealthy lifestyle. Setting herself in a kneeling position behind the champ, Bertha debated her next move for a moment. But her hesitation proved costly as Cocoa hastily rolled over and trapped her in a headlock.

Bertha began to kick her legs furiously as both women became entangled while on their sides. Bertha’s head was stuffed painfully beneath Cocoa’s brawny arm and the champ was squeezing it mightily. Bertha’s legs continued to flail furiously as she struggled to break free, but Cocoa’s grip was too tight and too strong for her to escape. With her lower limbs thrashing about, Bertha was giving the crowd a provocative view between them, a view many in the crowd neither asked for nor wanted. She felt herself growing light-headed and knew that she could not hang on much longer.

So in desperation, Bertha grabbed Cocoa by the throat, clutching hold of her windpipe with all of her strength. Cocoa now began to stomp her own legs in protest, her large body thrashing on the mat. But the ref’s view was obstructed and he could not see the choke as finally Cocoa eased her grip on Bertha’s head, allowing the ref to finally see what was happening.

“BREAK IT BERTHA!” the ref warned, and immediately the dirty wrestler complied.

But the damage had been done as Cocoa gasped for air, trying to replenish her lungs with oxygen. Her face was bright red from the hold it was trapped in, and Bertha too was breathing heavily. But she was able to push herself up onto her feet, slowly and gradually. She hobbled up behind the fallen champ, and with a slight pause, kicked the tip of her boot into the lower part of Cocoa’s back. The champ’s body twitched in pain as Bertha then walked over toward her head and, placing her boot down onto the champ’s face, ground it against her eyes.

Cocoa flailed wildly onto her back, her body contorting in pain as it whipped about. Bertha took a couple of steps back to avoid the flurry as the crowd leaped up and booed the dastardly tactics. Once again the ref had not seen the maneuver, and though he suspected that Bertha had done something wrong, he couldn’t prove it.

“Watch if Bertha!” he warned, but the challenger simply pushed him aside and confronted him.

“Watch what?!” she yelled back in her deep, gravel voice.

But as she jawed with the ref, Bertha found herself being sideswiped by the champ’s legs, striking her in the shin and knocking her off of her feet. Though blinded and still gasping for air, Cocoa had somehow managed to strike Bertha with her own big, powerful legs, and Bertha had fallen directly on top of her. Though unable to see, the champ was now able to grab hold of the reprehensible senior, and quickly rolled on top of her.

With Bertha face down, Cocoa remained on top of her, pressing all of her 280 pounds onto Bertha’s back. She struggled to find something to grab hold of, and then clutched onto Bertha’s hair, hauling her head up before slamming it down into the canvas. Bertha’s body trembled from the blow and she tried to roll Cocoa off of her, but to no avail. The champ was furious at being victimized by Bertha’s dirty tactics, and anxious to inflict even more pain on her. But Bertha was able to reach up behind her and grab Cocoa by the side of her head, pulling on her ear to throw her off balance.

The tugging was just enough to force Cocoa to adjust her weight, allowing Bertha to the opportunity to summon her remaining strength and roll over, forcing Cocoa to topple off of her. With the crowd jeering loudly as Bertha got to her knees, shaking her head to clear the cobwebs, Cocoa struggled to get onto her side and begin to get to her knees. Though moving slowly, the champ got to one knee, but as soon as she put her weight down onto the other, she let out an agonized scream and toppled over. The injured knee was worse than she thought, and as she pulled the wounded leg into her body, Bertha seized the opportunity.

With Cocoa on her side, Bertha wearily pushed herself onto her feet. She stood over Cocoa before dropping down, pulling her leg out in front of her and slamming the back of her meaty thigh down onto Cocoa’s chest. The blow forced Cocoa onto her back and Bertha kept her leg stretched across the champ’s upper torso while reaching down to fold the champ’s leg upward, cradling her in a pin. The crowd leaped to their feet, expecting Cocoa to kick out of the pin, but as the ref slapped the mat for a third time, an eerie silence filled the arena at the realization that Bertha had just captured the title by pinning the champ.

Bertha thrust her arms overhead, celebrating her unexpected victory. She had used every dirty maneuver she could think of, and got away with it, leaving Cocoa flat on her back as she tended to her injured knee. Bertha was helped to her feet as the championship belt was placed around her waist. And as the staff attended to Cocoa, the announcer made it official, declaring Big Bad Bertha the new champ.

“The winner by pinfall, and new Veteran’s Division champion …. BIG, BAD BERTHA!” As Bertha hobbled around the ring with her new belt fitted above her hips, she smiled widely. At ringside, several of the fans talked about how the Veteran’s Division champ had once again failed to successfully defend her title. First Elektra had lost the title in her first defense against Ms. Liberty, who lost it in her first defense against Cocoa, who now lost it in her first defense against Bertha. So as the contemptible new champion paraded around the ring with the belt, the question on everyone minds was, how long could she keep it!

THE END

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