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

With the preliminary match concluded, the fans were noisy, disappointed with the result. Ms. Liberty had taken on Lace for the right to face the champion, with the majority of fans backing Lace in that contest. But despite a very one-sided contest whereby the fan favorite dished out a tremendous amount of punishment to her patriotic rival, Ms. Liberty had miraculously found a way to win, much to the chagrin of the capacity crowd.

But the next match was the one most had come to see, the Veteran’s Division Championship Match. The champion was Big Bad Bertha and she would be making her third title defense. The fact that she won the title to begin with had come as a surprise since no one ever suspected she could do so. So the fact that she successfully defended was even more surprising. But although the champ was on a roll, the fans weren’t there to see her wrestle, instead they all looked forward to witnessing her opponent take her belt. Her opponent was Elektra, the most popular wrestler in the federation.

At 55 years of age, Elektra was a knock-out, in more ways than one. An international superstar known not only for her wrestling skills, but also for being a famous model and well known celebrity, Elektra was the class of the federation. So as the fans settled back into their seats, they anxiously awaited her arrival at ringside, confident that she would walk away with the title.,/p> Back in the locker room, she sat before a mirror with her make-up artist and hairstylist putting their final touches on the gorgeous woman. The rest of her entourage; 4 young and handsome tuxedo-clad men; milled about the room as Bertha burst in, an ever-present cigarette dangling from her lips. The 4 men quickly stood in front of Elektra to shield her from the grungy champ, though the stunning woman paid little attention to the champ’s arrival.

Having been at ringside for the previous match to taunt the two combatants, Bertha walked back into the locker room wearing a pair of cut off shorts, a tank top and a pair of dirty flip flops. She was holding a paper bag with her wrestling outfit in it, and stopped in her tracks at the sight of her opponent’s large entourage.

“What is this a freakin’ carnival!” she groused in her deep, gravely voice at the sight of the crowd.

The flurry of hangers-on parted as Elektra stepped forward, standing before the vile champion.

“Is this the trash I’m facing tonight?” she turned and asked no one in particular, drawing a few chuckles from her followers.

Her entourage continued to laugh, pointing and shaking their heads at the grungy looking champion. Bertha just smirked however, blowing a puff of smoke in Elektra’s direction as her challenger whisked it away with her hand.

“This ain’t no beauty contest sweetheart. So just get outta my way while I get ready to kick that tiny little ass of yours!”

Elektra stood her ground as Bertha pushed by her, the throng of on-lookers grumbling as Bertha passed. She then took a seat near Elektra’s make-up table as the crowd stared back at her.

“Awright, everybody get the hell out of here!” she yelled angrily, though grabbing one of the young men by the arm. “But YOU can stay and watch me change sweetie, as long as you pay me for the show!”

The young man feigned gagging as Elektra nodded her head, giving them the okay to leave. They all left, all except Elektra’s make-up artist who put the finishing touches on her exquisite face. Bertha meanwhile slipped out of her clothes and stood naked, drawing a gasp from the cosmetologist at the sight of the champ’s exposed body. But Bertha ignored the gibe as she slipped into her black, vinyl fetishist outfit before pulling on a pair of stockings.

At 57 years of age, 5’4” tall and 170 pounds, Bertha’s body was less than glamorous, and the sight of her in the skimpy, kinky costume was something to behold. With another cigarette dangling from her lips, she stood up and faced Elektra, who turned haughtily toward her before walking away.

Dressed in a gold colored bikini, Elektra looked quite contrasting to her stumpy, sleazy-looking opponent. She was a statuesque 5’ 9” tall and weighed a svelte and shapely 140 pounds. With long black hair, a gorgeous face, killer body and sparkling, dark eyes, she very much fit the profile of a celebrity. Elektra also had the attitude of a celebrity, wanting nothing to do with her opponent who one of the members of entourage referred to as “trailer park trash”. Called to be introduced to the crowd, Elektra strode to the entrance to the arena, meeting up with her band of men who waited for her outside the locker room door.

“Our next match is the featured event of the night, and is for the Veteran’s Division Championship. First, introducing the challenger …. she stands 5’ 9” and weighs a seductive 140 pounds, please give it up for ….. ELEKTRA!”

The crowd roared, leaping to their feet as the roof almost blew off of the arena. Pausing for dramatic effect before making her entrance, Elektra then strode forward, surrounded by the bevy of young, tuxedo clad men who circled her. The fans strained for a view of her, Elektra walking confidently though hidden behind her entourage. Reaching ringside, she was then hoisted up into the ring on the shoulders of two of her well dressed bodyguards before stepping between the ropes as she confidently thrust her arms overhead to the delight of her fans.

With the glimmer of her body lotion twinkling under the spotlights, Elektra strode around the ring like a thoroughbred, accepting the devotion of her fans. It had been awhile since she had wrestled, and her fans were obviously delighted to see her back in action. After taking a couple of turns around the ring however, she made her way back to her corner, placed her hands on the rope in her sexist pose and waited for the champion to be introduced.

“And her opponent tonight is the current Veteran’s Division Champion!”

The boos started already, even before Bertha’s name was announced.

“She stands 5’ 4” and weighs a …. Um …. 170 pounds, let’s hear it for …. BIG, BAD BERTHA!”

The boos were overwhelming as Bertha slogged down the aisle, tossing her cigarette butt into the crowd as the fans verbally assaulted her. She made her way to ringside, stopping to pose in front of Ms. Liberty’s manager who remained form the previous match, the young man turning his head away in disgust. She then climbed up into the ring, stepping between the ropes before placing her hands on her hips and standing in the center of the ring in an exaggerated replication of Elektra’s pose.

The fans grew even louder, jeering her as Bertha seemed to delight in the noise. She raised her hand to her ear as if to encourage them further, finally settling back into her corner. The announcer then left the ring as the lights dimmed, but before the action started, Elektra stepped forward and demanded that the ref check Bertha for illegal objects. Hesitating, he then finally walked over to her as Bertha lifted her arms overhead and spread her legs, happy to comply. There was a flurry of chuckles mixed with faked gagging from the crowd as the ref reluctantly checked her over.

“Most guys pay good money to touch this bod!” Bertha gurgled to him.

The ref then gave the okay, but the champ took it one step further, grabbing him and pulling him close before cupping her breasts in her hands, encouraging him to check her top. He shook his head and walked away, prompting a barrage of chuckles from the crowd. He then stepped aside as the bell rang, and the fans ignited as the match was underway.

Skipping out of her corner, Elektra moved like a cat, adeptly and spryly stalking her prey. Bertha schlepped in the same direction, standing erect as she stared Elektra down while tramping around the perimeter of the ring. Finally Elektra then darted across the ring, lunging toward Bertha as they locked arms, the sultry brunette forcing Bertha back against the ropes.

Quickly grabbing Bertha by the forearm, Elektra then charged forward before tossing Bertha across the ring. The champion’s portly body jiggled wildly with each step she took, her peek-a-boo top wavering as it barely held her drooping chest behind it. Dipping against the ropes, Bertha was then shot back, Elektra waiting in the center of the ring. She turned to her side, placed her right hand on her hip while fully extending her shapely left leg to deliver a perfectly executed Karate kick to Bertha’s soft gut.

“OOFFFFF!” howled the champ as she doubled over.

With the crowd cheering her on, Elektra then slammed her forearm into Bertha’s back, knocking her to the canvas. The crowd continued to roar their approval as Bertha’s landed hard, face down. Elektra then reached down and snatched a handful of her short, wiry hair, ripping her onto her feet as Bertha’s face twisted while she was pulled erect. Elektra then grabbed Bertha by the forearm again and sent her shooting toward the corner, Bertha spinning halfway as she approached before her back smacked against it.

The ring trembled from the impact, but Elektra then followed closely behind, delivering a running body splash onto the champion, burying her in the corner as her sexy figure smashed against the frumpy champion. Bertha’s legs splayed apart as Elektra backed away, but then wedged her forearm beneath Bertha’s chin and began to choke her.

With her arm flailing animatedly in every direction, Bertha was wedged back into the corner while Elektra continued to choke her. Finally however the ref stepped in and demanded that Elektra break the choke, which she did. But before the match continued, Bertha rushed over to the ref and protested, screaming at him to reprimand Elektra. She animatedly simulated pulling her hair and then choking herself to display the illegal tactics Elektra had used. He agreed with her, turning to warn the sultry brunette as Bertha then secretly reached into her top and pulled out a small object.

Still playing the innocent victim, she again raised her hands to her own throat to simulate the choke, this time playing to the crowd as if to plead her case to them. No one was buying Bertha’s innocent act, but her distraction had prevented anyone from seeing her reach into her top for the foreign object. So as Elektra rushed in to resume the fight, Bertha prepared for the assault as she was again forced back into the corner.

Quickly grabbing hold of Bertha’s arms, Elektra pinned them to the top rope before firing a knee into Bertha’s soft gut, eliciting a pained grunt from the champion. Elektra then released Bertha’s arms and as the champion slowly stood up, moved into on her once again. Bertha lunged forward however, grabbing a handful of hair from the back of Elektra’s head and pulling her closer, their faces just inches apart. With the taller Elektra’s head forced to bow forward, her long black hair falling around their faces, Bertha raised her other hand and, moving it close to Elektra’s face, blew into it, sending a spray of white powder into the challenger’s eyes.

Since Elektra’s hair had covered any view of the despicable act, no one had witnessed it as Elektra stumbled backward, blinded by the powder as she frantically rubbed at her eyes. They were burning as she struggled to regain her vision, the crowd unaware of what had just happened but suspecting foul play nonetheless. Bertha sluggishly pushed herself out of the corner and trudged up behind the blinded brunette, lifting her arm before sending a powerful overhand right into the back of Elektra’s head and knocking her to her knees.

The champ then quickly wrapped her arms around Elektra’s head, locking her in a sleeper hold as the crowd screamed in protest. With her arms flailing at her sides as she knelt upright, Elektra was trapped in the hold and could do little as she gradually began to fade, finally succumbing to the anesthetizing hold. The ref moved in, grabbing Elektra’s arm and lifting it before letting it go, the limb falling limply with no resistance. He then signaled for the bell, calling for the end of the match as Bertha released the hold, Elektra’s body falling lamely to the mat.

The crowd leaped to their feet, screaming in protest as a flurry of debris was tossed up at her. But the champ simply smiled, her arm raised over her head to proclaim her the winner. It had taken less than a couple of minutes for Bertha to secure the victory, and though no one had actually seen her use the foreign substance to blind Elektra, everyone knew that she had cheated. But with no way to prove it, Bertha was announced the winner as Elektra remained out cold at her feet.

“The winner, and STILL Veteran’s Division Champion ..... BIG BAD BERTHA!”

Again there was a cascade of boos as an attendant assisted Elektra while a small army of security guards escorted Bertha back to the locker room. But as she climbed down from the ring, and before beginning her journey through the angry crowd, she marched past Ms. Liberty’s manager, shouting a warning to him.

“Looks like Ms. Liberty will get her shot at me after all. So you tell your grandma that this ain’t nothin’ compared to what I’m gonna do to her. You tell her that I ain’t gonna end it so fast with her …. instead I’m gonna make it slow and painful!”

With that Bertha was guardedly escorted back to the locker room as cups full of beer and other debris was thrown in her direction.

THE END

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