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

Since winning the Veteran’s Division Wrestling Title, life had vastly improved for Bertha. After celebrating her victory with a few older men at a dive bar near her trailer park, she took a couple of them back to her trailer and spent the night drinking and carousing. But after the festivities ended, well into the next day, she then updated the ad she had placed on-line, advertising her “private session wrestling matches”.

Bertha made a living by charging men to wrestle against her, and now that she could advertise herself as a legitimate wrestling champion, she was able to double the price of her services. Another part of her service offering however was to also offer some “extra curricular activities” to her male clientele, and she was getting more requests for those services as well, also doubling the price. But despite her wretched lifestyle, Bertha was determined to keep the championship belt, a feat none of the past Veteran’s Division champions had been able to accomplish.

The other wrestlers in the Veteran’s Division were stunned to hear that Bertha had actually defeated Cocoa and won the crown, and they quickly lined up for the chance to face her. Lace, Elektra, Ms. Liberty and The Babe all made calls to the matchmakers trying to arrange a match against her and accordingly, have a shot at her title. But for once in her life, Bertha was actually in position to call the shots, and so she was careful about whom her first opponent as champion would be.

When she was called into the wrestling federation’s offices, Bertha was offered a match against Elektra in her first title defense. Elektra was the class of the division; beautiful, talented and the favorite of the fans. The match would certainly be a popular one, and profitable too, but though confident in her own abilities, Bertha knew that Elektra was the most skilled wrestler she would have to face, so she refused the match. She had separately surveyed all of the talent in the Veteran’s Division and decided that The Babe was in fact the most appealing opponent.

At 60 years of age, The Babe was a star wrestler in her day, but her day was many years ago. In terms of her physical abilities, she was now a shell of her former self, and though her friends and family had tried to persuade her to retire, The Babe nonetheless refused. So when asked to decide who she would like to face in her first title defense, Bertha insisted on facing The Babe. The choice upset all of the other Veteran’s Division wrestlers, but for The Babe, it was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Since coming out of retirement, her only singles match had been against Cocoa, and that had disastrous results. The younger Amazonian woman was too much for the 60 year old to handle, and the results spoke for themselves. Since then, The Babe had been unable to get a decent match, so a shot at the title was her one opportunity to prove to everyone that she could still wrestle.

She used the weeks leading up to the match to get herself in the best shape possible, and since she was such a friendly and outgoing woman, she had lots of help. Two of her closest wrestling friends, Ms. Liberty and Lace, each worked out with her whenever they could, Ms. Liberty in particular impressed by her friend’s work ethic since whenever they ran through the same exercise routine, The Babe would often outlast her younger friend. The Babe’s confidence was at an all time high on the day before the match as she completing her last, grueling regimen, Lace by her side. As the two finished up and retreated to the showers, Lace paused to take a long drink of water. The Babe meanwhile stripped naked, but before walking into the shower, paused to take a glance at herself in the full length mirror in the locker room.

“Still sexy at sixty!” she proclaimed, giggling.

Lace glanced over at her and smiled.

“I don’t think sixty is the right description for you hon. I think we should call you SEXTY!”

The two women shared another laugh before they took a shower, got dressed and headed home, The Babe getting to bed early in order to be well rested for the match. Bertha on the other hand had slightly different pre-match preparations. She had an appointment with one of her best clients and together they slugged whiskey, smoked cigarettes, wrestled playfully, and then topped it off with a roll in the hay. So as The Babe was already sleeping for a few hours wearing her eye mask to ensure a good night’s sleep, Bertha took a last few drags on her cigarette, gulped down a final shot of whiskey, and passed out on her sofa at 2:00 AM.

Early the next morning, The Babe awoke and headed off to keep an appointment at the spa. She had her appearance attended to in order to look her best, getting her hair and make-up done, receiving a massage and general pampering to get herself ready for battle. She then went home and took a short nap before leaving for the arena. When she arrived, Bertha was already there and dressed in her black, vinyl fetish attire as she stood by the locker room door, puffing on a smoke. Though she was wearing the least appropriate outfit a woman of her age and body type could possibly wear, it was nonetheless the perfect representation of Bertha; inappropriate. The Babe walked toward her, stopping to stare at her opponent since she was stunned at the outfit she was wearing.

“Yeah, you take a good luck honey, cause the next time you’re looking at me, I’m gonna be standing over you with my hand raised!” Bertha growled at The Babe as she stared.

The attractive, affable Babe just smirked and walked by, setting herself on an adjacent seat as she began to get ready. As the Babe slipped into her own bikini, Bertha stood and watched, lighting up a cigarette and blowing the smoke in The Babe’s direction before harassing her opponent about her outfit.

“You got some nerve staring at me, you old broad. Look at the shit you’re wearing on that wrinkly old body!” Bertha scolded in her gravely voice.

The Babe was dressed in the same outfit she had worn to the ring for years, a skimpy leopard print bikini with matching boots. The Babe’s attire was also inappropriate for a woman her age, though The Babe’s body was fit enough to pull it off. She again smirked at Bertha, but chose not to engage in a verbal brawl, choosing to save her energy for the ring. As she was called for her introduction, The Babe pulled on her robe and grabbed a pair of sunglasses, slipping them on before speaking her first words as she walked past the still smoking Bertha.

“See you in the ring!” she proclaimed perkily.

“Yeah, I’ll see you in the freakin’ hospital!” came the reply from the champ.

As she stood in front of the door to the arena waiting for her introduction, The Babe felt her whole body tingling. She loved to wrestle, even though the opportunities to do so were few and far between. But the thought of going head to head with another woman, testing herself in a physical competition, were incredibly appealing to her and she relished the chance to compete.

“Our next match tonight is for the Veteran’s Division Championship. Introducing first the challenger. She is 60 years of age, stands 5’8” tall and weighs a fit 125 pounds. Please welcome back ….. THE BABE!”

She burst though the doors to a loud ovation which raised her heart beat. She loved the cheers of the crowd, the smell of the arena, the thrill of the moments just before a match started. Making her way to ringside with a sprightly jog, her long, open, leopard print robe flowing at her sides and the dark, stylish sunglasses covering her eyes, The Babe slapped hands joyously with the fans who gave her an amicable welcome. A wide smile was stretched across her pretty face as she reached ringside, pausing to walk over to the front row. Seated there was The Babe’s daughter and grand daughter, who sat right next to both Ms. Liberty and Lace.

“Good luck grandma. Go get her!” her grand daughter yelled up to her in a sweet little voice.

“I will sweetheart. Just for you!” The Babe fired back before giving her a kiss and a hug. She then climbed up into the ring, prancing confidently around it and looking like a true diva as she accepted the applause.

Lace and Ms. Liberty, her two good friends, stood and applauded, though the two of them had barely spoken to each other. The three lady wrestlers were long time friends, though the friendship between Ms. Liberty and Lace had been tested by the outcome of the Bikini Wrestler of the Year Contest. But they each agreed to put their differences aside in order to support their mutual friend in her championship match.

“And her opponent tonight, the newly crowned Veteran’s Division Champion in her first title defense. She is 57 years of age, stands 5’4” tall and weighs 170 pounds. Please welcome the champ …. BIG, BAD BERTHA!”

Strutting slowly down the aisle, Bertha had her trademark cigarette dangling from her lips as she strode arrogantly toward ringside. As she approached it, The Babe’s grand daughter jumped up and began to boo loudly.

“Shut up you little brat!” Bertha yelled back at her, scaring the child as she cowered next to her mother.

Ms. Liberty and Lace quickly stood up, shielding the child from Bertha as they reprimanded the ornery woman. Watching the confrontation from the ring, The Babe marched over to the side ropes and yelled down at the Bertha, warning her to leave her grand daughter alone. Bertha rushed over and reached up, grabbing hold of The Babe’s ankle though the platinum blonde was able to shake free, avoiding her clutches. Bertha then turned back toward the crowd, looking directly at the young girl once again with an angry expression.

“I’m gonna kick your grandma’s ass!” Bertha shouted at the child, prompting a flood of boos from the surrounding fans as the little girl started to cry.

Lace stepped forward to confront the fetish-clad champion, but Bertha ignored her and turned to climb up into the ring, The Babe staring angrily at her as she did. As Bertha showed off her championship belt, thrusting her arms overhead to the boos of the crowd, The Babe took her robe off and removed her sunglasses. Bertha meanwhile removed her championship belt off and held it overhead in The Babe’s direction to taunt her. Bad blood had quickly developed between them as The Babe glared at her opponent, her previous pleasant smile now removed from her lips. Bertha seemed to revel in the angry stares however as she handed her belt to the referee, telling him to take good care of it for her before slowly walking back to her corner.

The tension was thick as the two older women exchanged enraged glares as the bell rang to signal the start of the match. The Babe skipped quickly forward, moving directly toward Bertha, who met her near the center of the ring. The blonde then raised her hands, challenging Bertha to a test of strength, with the ornery brunette taking the dare. They locked hands as their arms extended and they both began to push forward, Bertha slowly winning the battle as The Babe was gradually forced backward. Though much more fit than her chubby opponent, The Babe’s long, slender body did not possess the strength of the stout champion.

Forced backward to just a few steps from the ropes, The Babe was then surprised by a quick knee to the gut delivered by the champ. The blonde folded over, dropping her grip on Bertha’s hands as she wrapped her arms around her aching belly. Bertha then grabbed The Babe’s bowed head in a side headlock and began to apply pressure, jerking it up and down. The crowd booed as The Babe struggled to grab hold of Bertha while she was jerked about, but could not escape the champ’s grasp.

Bertha seemed content to manhandle her older foe for a few more moments, enjoying the opportunity to lug her around the ring by her head as the crowd voiced their displeasure. Bertha then finally released her grip, but before The Babe could stand erect, the champ dropped her elbow down into the blonde’s back, knocking her to one knee. The boos grew louder as The Babe reached for the spot on her back where Bertha had just hit her, allowing the champ to step up in front of her and slam her boot into The Babe’s chest, knocking her onto her back.

With the jeers of the crowd loud and clear, Lace and Ms. Liberty turned to each other and exchanged a worried look as The Babe lay flat on her back, her arms and legs spread open. Bertha meanwhile walked over to her and snatched a handful of her opponent’s short, blonde hair while yanking her onto her feet. The Babe’s eyes showed her pain as she was ripped to her feet, dragged back to the side ropes and then tossed across the ring. The blonde chugged forward, her body dipping into the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. She was able however to hook her arms over the top rope to prevent herself from being shot back toward her waiting attacker.

As The Babe’s body shook from the quivering of the ropes as she held onto them, Bertha paused to watch. But as The Babe straightened up, Bertha began to trudge toward her. The Babe however propelled herself backward, using the ropes to launch her forward. She raced across the ring, leaping into the air before delivering an adept drop kick to Bertha’s chest.

The force of the kick knocked Bertha off of her feet and sent her flying backward, her legs shooting into the air as she landed on her back, prompting a cheer from the crowd. The Babe seemed to be re-energized as she grabbed hold of Bertha’s leg and yanked it upright before stepping over it and wrapping it around her own. She then pushed down on the limb, locking the champ in a step over toe hold to the enjoyment of her fans and the anguish of her opponent.

Slapping at the mat, Bertha growled in protest with her raspy voice as her head rolled from side to side. But she quickly thrust her free leg upward, slamming it into The Babe’s hip and knocking her off balance as she stumbled backward. Bertha rolled onto her side and then up into a seated position as The Babe regrouped and attacked. The blonde stood in front of the champ and grabbed her by the hair, but before she could pull Bertha to her feet, the champ slammed a series of four punches into The Babe’s flat gut.

“UHHHH … UUHHH … OWWWWW ….. UUUNNHHH!” howled the leopard-clad senior as she stooped forward and covered her midsection.

Bertha laboriously got to her feet, obviously annoyed as she mumbled to herself while approaching the bent blonde. She then snatched a handful of hair from the back of the blonde’s head while driving her knee upward and slamming it into The Babe’s face.

“CRACK!”

The thunderous sound of Bertha’s knee bone striking against The Babe’s face caused a few fans in the front rows to gasp at the ferocity of the blow. Shooting backward as if shot out of a cannon, The Babe crashed onto her back, covering her face with her hands as she began to moan while rolling from side to side. Bertha lumbered next to her, and with the blonde still covering her face, the champ dropped downward, driving her elbow into The Babe’s vulnerable ribcage.

“AAWWWWW!” howled the veteran as her upper body rocketed upward, only to be met with a double-fisted wallop to the side of her face, knocking her onto her back once again.

The Babe didn’t know which ache to attend to first. Her midsection was afire and her face throbbed from the blows each had taken. She then rolled onto her side, cowering to protect herself as Bertha slowly got to her feet, standing over her anguished foe. Pausing for dramatic affect as the crowd showered her with taunts, Bertha then reached down and grabbed two handfuls of The Babe’s short, blonde hair. She yanked the older woman onto her feet before shoving her to ringside and roughly tossing her forward against the ropes. The Babe’s arms dropped over the top one as she tried to steady her legs beneath her, but before she could, the champ set up behind her and sent a vicious stomp into The Babe’s back.

With her entire body jerking back and forth, the challenger’s legs grew weak, and after a second stomp into the small of her back, gave out altogether. With her armpits pressed tightly onto the rope, they supported all of her weight as her legs languished feebly below her. The Babe’s head hung down over the top rope directly in front of the section of fans where her friends, daughter and grand daughter were seated. The placement of the ailing blonde’s body was by design as Bertha stepped alongside her and looked down towards the front row. Staring menacingly at The Babe’s grand daughter, the vile champ then yelled out to the girl.

“I don’t think your grandma is feeling so good!” she bellowed.

The champ then grabbed a handful of hair, wrenching The Babe’s head up to demonstrate. The blonde’s face was drawn, her eyes depleted as she was put on display. Though incredibly fit for her age, the pounding which The Babe had taken to this point had put her at the brink, and the fight had seemingly been knocked out of her.

“How are you feeling grandma?” Bertha sarcastically inquired to her ailing rival, much to the blonde’s chagrin.

Both Lace and Ms. Liberty stood up and screamed at Bertha while The Babe’s grand daughter watched, a tear running down her cheek. But Bertha was unmoved, cackling loudly before seizing the rope directly alongside her sagging opponent and jarring it inward, shooting The Babe off of it and sending her tumbling back into the ring. Landing on her back, the blonde’s momentum sent her somersaulting over and onto her stomach as she lay there, trying to recuperate.

Bertha remained at ringside, jawing with both Ms. Liberty and Lace until finally, she turned her attention back into the ring. By that time, The Babe had got up onto all fours, her head bowed in front of her as she shook it back and forth to try and revive.

Bertha walked up behind her, standing a foot or so away from The Babe’s partially exposed butt. The Brazilian cut, leopard print bikini she was wearing left a good deal of her rear exposed, and Bertha seemed amused by the display. So as The Babe struggled to push herself up onto her knees, Bertha gave her a hard kick in the ass, sending The Babe faltering forward, again face down. She persevered however, once again getting up onto all fours as she tried to scoot away on her hands and knees. Bertha rushed up behind her and again sent another kick into The Babe’s ass, causing the bare skin to vacillate wildly as she fell forward once again. A few of the fans began to chuckle at the sight, but The Babe showed her resiliency by again getting to her hands and knees and trying to crawl towards the ropes. Bertha again charged up behind her, giving her another kick in her ass, this time knocking the blonde forward until she fell forward, her shoulders and above lying beneath the bottom rope. Obviously enjoying the spectacle. Bertha stood over her fallen foe, once again taunting the poor little girl.

“You see! I told you I was gonna kick your grandma’s ass!” she exclaimed, prompting The Babe’s grand daughter to cry even more.

The Babe then reached up, grabbing hold of the bottom rope as Bertha reached down to grab her. But the ref intervened mercifully, ordering the champ to back off.

“She’s got the rope Bertha, let her get up!” Surprisingly, the champ obeyed and stood back, watching as her rival desperately struggled to pull herself up, first getting to her knees, and then painstakingly using the ropes to pull herself onto her feet. She was visibly wobbling, but upright, and so Bertha went right back on the attack.

Backing up to the opposite side of the ring, she charged forward, leaping into the air before delivering a dropkick to the back of The Babe’s shoulders. The kick sent the blonde tumbling forward, her upper torso dipping over the top rope before the rest of her body spun over it and crashed down onto the ring apron. With a rough kick, Bertha sent her tumbling out of the ring and down to the floor below.

The crowd was on it’s feet, jeering and deriding the champ as the ref looked down and began to count. But his count only reached three before Bertha dipped between the ropes, stepped out onto the ring apron and then jumped down next to her. Immediately Ms. Liberty stood up and prepared to confront Bertha, but Lace held her back, the two exchanging worried glances before they separated. The Babe would have to fight her own battles, and though hard to watch, each of her two friends knew that they could not intervene.

“You’d love to step in, wouldn’t you?” Bertha yelled at the two wrestlers. “Well don’t worry, you’ll both get your chance, and it’ll be even worse for you!” she threatened.

Neither Lace nor Ms. Liberty had a response as Bertha turned her attention back to the fallen Babe, snatching a handful of her hair as she jerked her onto her feet, pushing her slumping body down onto the ring apron. The Babe’s right arm fell over the middle rope as her left arm hung at her side, her body slack and powerless as it drooped off of the side of the ring. Clomping up next to her, Bertha again snatched her by the hair, pulling her head back before slamming her face down onto the side of the ring, The Babe’s body shuddering from the blow.

Just then, The Babe’s daughter got up, picking up her daughter and quickly rushing out of the arena. She had seen enough and didn’t want to expose her daughter; The Babe’s grand daughter; to any more trauma. But The Babe wasn’t so lucky as her arm again hooked over the bottom rope, her body wilting below it. Bertha then reached down and grabbed her legs, lifting them up before depositing them onto the ring apron, The Babe now lying flaccidly beneath the ropes.

Bertha turned to face the crowd and curled her arms into a pose, flexing her non-existent biceps to the jeering crowd. She then climbed back up into the ring, parading around it with her arms overhead before turning back to her fallen foe. She grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her back into the center of the ring, The Babe barely conscious at this point. Kicking her legs apart, Bertha spread them wide before doing the same with her arms, splaying The Babe’s pummeled body apart. She then took a seat on The Babe’s chest, staring down into her face as the hapless blonde looked helplessly up at her.

“You think you’re better than me, don’tcha?” Bertha growled down at her victim with her sultry, deep voice. “Well it’s just like I told ya, you’re gonna be staring up at me with my arm raised!”

With that Bertha spun around so that her ass was wedged against the bottom of The Babe’s jaw. She then tucked the blonde’s arms beneath her legs before reaching forward to grab hold of The Babe’s legs. She pulled them forward curling her victim’s body into a ball and pinning her shoulders to the mat. As the ref began to count, Bertha lifted her butt off of The Babe’s chest and placed it down on her face, suffocating her hapless victim. The Babe’s battered body was curled into an awkward shape as her face was submerged into Bertha’s abundant rear end and her arms were pinned beneath the champ’s legs, rpeventing ehr from floundering in protest. All that she could do was mumble in agony, her voice muffled by Bertha's butt.

"MMPPHHHMMMPPFFFF!

The ref then slapped out a quick three count before calling for the bell and ordering Bertha to free her opponent.

The champ did not comply easily, allowing the crowd to let out there final screams of disdain before she finally stood up, The Babe’s body unfurling below her as she rolled onto her side, breathing heavily and gasping for air.

With a scowl on his face, the ref raised Bertha’s arm to proclaim her the winner, a chore he was not happy to carry out. Bertha however was ecstatic, smiling widely as her championship belt was once again fastened around her waist. At ringside, Ms. Liberty and Lace sat there in stunned silence, devastated at their friend’s humiliating loss but each vowing to get revenge for her.

THE END

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