The 2006 Women's Division Bikini Wrestler of the Year Contest
Part I

The dressing room of the FFF Arena was abuzz as the wrestlers who would compete for the 2006 Bikini Wrestler of the Year title began to filter in. It was impossible for each of them NOT to notice the large ring which had been set up out in the parking lot directly in the sun, surrounded by hundreds of empty chairs. While they had all expected the contest and ensuing matches to be held inside of the arena, as it had been the previous year, it was obvious that the 2006 event would be held outdoors, in the heat of a summer day.

As each entered the dressing room, they all had their own unique reactions to the revelation. The first to make her entrance was Barbara, looking anxious and confused. She quickly rushed into the manager’s office to try and find out what was happening, but was quickly escorted out by one of the attendants, who informed her about the change of plans. With a few beads of sweat already developing on her forehead, Barbara seemed even more nervous upon discovering that the match would take place outdoors. But she found s spot by the door and began to change into her bikini.

The next to arrive was the youngest woman in the federation and one of its newest members, Estela. She had won her first match in the federation, forcing her opponent, Melissa, to be abolished from the Women’s Division in the process. She then participated in a special “3 Way Dance Match” against both Barbara and Adina, with the winner earning a title match. After a tough fought contest, Barbara emerged the winner and earned a shot at the title as a result. But another outcome of that match was that both Barbara and Estela learned to respect the abilities of the other and a fledging friendship developed as a result. So as Estela entered the locker room in a pair of cut off shorts and tube top, she and Barbara hugged.

Questioning her new friend, the sexy Dominican found out about the outdoor match, and smiled. She saw the look of anxiety in Barbara’s face, and understood. But being from the Dominican Republic, Estela was no stranger to the heat and knew that it would work to her advantage. Trying to make light of it, she smiled once again while looking back at Barbara.

“It is muy caliente outdoors today, just like my home in the Dominican. But do not worry Barbara, you will be fine!” she exclaimed.

Barbara nodded though not convinced that she would be fine. But Estela walked over to take a seat next to Barbara and began to get ready. The next to arrive was Shamiqua, the powerful black woman who had joined the federation a couple of months before Estela. She nodded to each of the two women, but did not say a word nor crack a smile. Shamiqua was a stern, serious woman and it showed as she settled into a spot in the back corner of the room, choosing not to socialize with the others.

The next to arrive was Brit, who smiled widely as she entered the room. Seeing both Barbara and Estela seated next to each other, she dropped her bag and lifted her arms overhead, stretching.

“What a lovely day to be outdoors, don’t you think chaps? Why this weather is almost as hot as I !” she exclaimed.

Both Barbara and Estela looked up at her and feigned a smile while Shamiqua ignored the blonde British woman, slipping into her black bikini. Just then a loud roar rose up from the crowd outside as the Veteran’s Division Contest had begun. The women all seemed to pause from what they were doing and take in the cheers of the crowd, but just then, the final contestant entered the room.

The Women’s Division Champion arrogantly strode into the room, wearing a pair of dark sunglasses with her Championship Belt draped over one shoulder and the 2005 Bikini Wrestler of the Year belt draped over the other. Flora then stopped, standing in front of the room to “greet” her counterparts.

“Too bad you losers came out on such a hot day for nothing ‘cause I’m going to be adding another belt to my collection today!”

The brunette then turned to glance over each of her shoulders, staring at her two belts before making her way to a seat on the opposite side of the room. But as she walked toward the vacant spot, Brit stood and confronted her.

“Well hello Flora! How’s your crotch?” she asked.

The seemingly odd question had a great deal of significance to the two women however. They had faced each other several weeks earlier for the Women’s Division Championship, and though Flora came away with the victory, it was at great expense. Brit had actually controlled much of the match, and at the end, knocked Flora onto her back and pulled her to the corner so that her legs straddled the metal pole. She then proceeded to slam Flora’s crotch against the pole repeatedly, until she was finally counted outside of the ring and disqualified.

“My crotch is gonna be sitting on your face at the end of the day Brit ….. That is if you get that far!” Flora retorted.

“Oh I’ll get that far Flora, don’t you worry love. This is a new year with new competition so you and the scrawny little body of yours may just find yourself watching as I take away one of your belts. And then I’ll be coming to claim the other next!” Brit warned as the two stood face to face.

“Alright, sit down and shut up, both of you!” Shamiqua yelled from across the room.

The blonde and brunette exchanged a final angry glare before each took their seats and began their preparations. The roar of the crowd grew louder as the first match of the Veteran’s Division Contest was well underway outside. But each member of the Women’s Division ignored the loud ovations as they feverishly prettied themselves for their own contest. But then the owner of the federations walked in to fill them in on the details.

“Okay, like I told the veterans before you, things are going to work a little bit differently this year. First of all, the Veteran’s Division will compete first this year, as you can hear.” He paused and, as if on cue, a huge ovation rose from the crowd at the action taking place outside. “And as you probably saw on your way in, the entire event will take place outside! So if you can’t take the heat, get out of the bikini contest!” he concluded, chuckling at the poor excuse for a joke.

The women smirked at his feeble attempt at humor, but he continued anyway.

“After the Veteran’s Division Champ is crowned, we’re going to call you out, one at a time, where you’ll walk the catwalk we’ve set up in the parking lot. We’ve got the largest crowd we’ve ever had for an event, and they’ll all be pumped up after watching the older gals, so you want to make sure you give them incentive to cast a vote for you. After all of you have been introduced and made your way to the ring, we’ll ask the crowd to cast their votes. Once the votes are tabulated, we’ll announce the results. First we’ll announce the woman with the most votes, and she’ll take her place on a throne at ringside.”

Flora coughed out loud at that point, drawing angry stares from the other women. But it was Brit who spoke up.

“Oh no love, it’s not a scarecrow contest!”

The other women, with the exception of Shamiqua, laughed at Brit’s jab to the champ. Flora turned and cast an angry glare at her with her dark brown eyes, but the owner disregarded them as he continued with the instructions.

“We’ll then announce the second through fourth place finishers. Those 3 women will compete in a Mini Battle Royale where the rules will be simple; the last women left in the ring will move on to wrestle the bikini contest winner for the Women’s Division Bikini Wrestler of the Year Title. And there won’t be a referee today at all, so anything goes!”

The last revelation brought a smile to Flora’s lips, realizing that would work to her advantage. But once again Brit chimed in.

“Lovely! So if the scarecrow actually gets enough votes to continue, I can finally wallop her without fear of disqualification! What a splendid idea!”

Once again Flora scowled at the blonde while Estela and Barbara both shared a chuckle. But the next set of instructions brought silence back to the room as each pondered the possibility.

"We’ll then announce the last place finisher, who will have to take the walk of shame, past the other contestants and back to the locker room. Her day will be over.”

The remark seemed to strike a cord with Barbara, who pondered the possibility. As the oldest member of the Women’s Division, she looked around the room at the bevy of young, fit women. Though she was the runner up in least year’s bikini contest voting, this year all of the women were beautiful. So the fact that the last place finisher would be humiliated in front of the entire crowd was something which raised her level of anxiety. Estela noticed Barbara’s trepidation however, and tried to comfort her.

“Do not worry Barbara, you look beautiful!”

Barbara smiled nervously, thanking her for the kind words, though they did little to calm her fears.

“You'll also notice some cameramen at ringside. They'll be filming this entire event and we plan to release a DVD afterward. So make sure you give us a great show!"

With that he turned and walked away, leaving the women to contemplate what was about to happen. Aside from being held outdoors, there were some new twists they had not expected. The first was that the last place finisher would not even get the chance to wrestle and be forced to take the walk of shame. The second revelation was the fact that there would be no ref, a fact which drew mixed reactions from the women. But perhaps the most exciting new twist was the fact that the event would be filmed and sold as a DVD, something the federation had never done before! So as each woman dwelled on those facts, the Veteran’s Division contest had just concluded.

With the door to their locker room open, the women were able to see Lace escorting a beaten Ms. Liberty back to the locker room. With her arm draped around Lace’s shoulder, Ms. Liberty looked wiped out. Barbara stood up and glanced at Lace, who also looked defeated, and bowed her head, realizing that neither of her veteran friends had fared as well as she had hoped. A few moments later, Elektra went storming by, obviously angry. And then finally, Panthera strolled past the door, pausing as she saw the 5 women seated there. She stopped and walked into the room, wearing the Veteran’s Division Bikini Wrestler of the Year belt around her thin waist.

“Well hello girls. I’m Panthera, the new girl. I just won the belt so I guess I’ll be seeing one of you in the ring after you’re done. Good luck!”

With that she skipped out of the room and disappeared. The owner then stepped forward to fill them in on what Panthera had mentioned.

“Oh yeah, the winner from each of the divisions will face off at the end, and an overall Bikini Wrestler of the Year will be crowned!”

The women began to buzz at the rule changes, each finishing up their preparations as they realized it was almost time. Furiously applying the last dab of make-up, each gave themselves a final look over before being called to make their entrance in alphabetical order.

“Welcome back! Next up is our Women’s Division.”

The crowd erupted in cheers, anxious to see the beautiful younger women, after getting to see the sexy senior set in action. But before getting started, the announcer recapped the rules.

“Our contestants are standing at the foot of the catwalk, but before I introduce them, let me first recap the rules. The ladies will make their way down the catwalk in alphabetical order before you will again be asked to cast your vote. The votes will then be tabulated and we will announce the winner, who will take her place on the throne before we then announce the next 3 finishers, all of whom will compete in a Mini Battle Royale for the right to take on the bikini contest winner. And finally, we’ll announce the last place finisher who will be forced to take the “Walk of Shame”, back up the catwalk and into the locker room where she will be finished for the night!”

The crowd roared as a circus-like atmosphere prevailed in the blazing heat.

“Once our last place finisher has left the area, we’ll commence the Mini Battle Royale, with no time limit ... and no referee!”

Once again the crowd roared, cheering that aspect of the contest.

“The winner of the Mini Battle Royale will then stay in the ring, where she will be joined by the bikini contest winner. Those two will then wrestle, again with no time limit and no ref, until one of them is either pinned or submits. The winner of that match will be declared to 2006 Women’s Division Bikini Wrestler of the Year! And finally, the 2 winners from each division will head back into the ring a final time to fight it out for the overall BIKINI WRESTLER OF THE YEAR TITLE! So …. Are you ready to get started?!?!?!” he yelled, drawing a huge ovation.

Again a huge roar sprang up as the announcer waited for the cheers to finally die down before introducing the Women’s Division contestants.

“Our first contestant tonight is ….. BARBARA!”

As the crowd turned toward the back, Barbara could feel her heart pounding. The possibility of having to take the “Walk of Shame” weighed heavily on her , and it showed. She began to perspire heavily as she finally made her way nervously down the catwalk. Though trying her best to strut sexily and confidently, Barbara was obviously having trouble controlling her nerves as she walked stiffly with a nervous smile on her pretty face.

“Barbara is 40 years old, stands 5’ 4” and weighs 120 pounds. Her measurements are 34 –24-34”

Clad in a bright, orange bikini, Barbara tried hard to imitate a model-like walk, though it was obvious she was too nervous to pull it off. The crowd reacted encouragingly to the suburban housewife as she took her place at the end of the runway, her nervous perspiring continuing.

“Next up we have … BRIT”

Unlike her adversary before her, Brit did not look nervous at all. In fact, as she set foot on the catwalk, she thrust her arms overhead to incite the crowd before dancing sexily down the rest of the runway. Her bare skin twinkled under the bright sunlight as the crowd cheered wildly for luscious body and Union Jack bikini.

“Brit is 37 years old, stands 5’ 7” tall and weighs 126 pounds. Her measurements are 36-24-36”

Brit sauntered past Barbara before taking her place next to her, the suburban housewife realizing that the blonde had received a far louder ovation. Brit continued to play to the crowd, blowing kisses and turning to shake her rear end for the guys who yelled up at her.

“Next up we have … ESTELA"

Drawing an ovation which seemed to closely rival Brit’s, Estela pranced playfully out onto the catwalk in her white bikini. She skipped and trotted forward, her playful nature obvious as she enjoyed the screams of her male fans.

“Estela is 23 years old, stands 5’ 7” tall and weighs 135 pounds with measurements of 36-26-37.”

Reaching the end of the catwalk she smiled as she passed both Barbara and Brit, twirling around to show all sides of her body to her fans. With her curly, black hair blowing in the breeze, her infectious smile seemed to delight the crowd …. Or perhaps it was her sumptuous curves which had captivated them. Either way, Estela was obviously a hit, and both women standing next to her knew it.

"Next up we have the current Women’s Division champ and 2006 Women’s Division Bikini Wrestler of the Year, let’s hear it for …FLORA”

As opposed to the playfulness of the two previous contestants, Flora strode forward with an arrogant strut. She placed her hands on her hips and turned around midway down the runway, a contingent of fans booing her, though the vast majority cheered for the bikini clad champion.

“Flora is 36 years old, stands 5’ 5” tall and weighs 110 pounds. Her measurements are 34-23-36.”

With a confident gait, Flora made her way to the end of the runway, whisking arrogantly within an inch or two of the other women before taking her place at the end.

“And finally we have … SHAMIQUA”

Without a trace of a smile, Shamiqua walked down the runway with the look of an athlete. The dark skin on her impressive and powerful looking body shimmered under the sunlight as she finally passed the other women, taking her place without acknowledging any of them.

“Shamiqua is 25 years old, stands 5’ 8” tall and weighs 150 pounds. Her measurements are 34-25-36.”

The crowd gave Shamiqua a mixed ovation though she paid it little attention. She wore a black bikini which nicely showcased her sculpted frame. She was by far the most powerful looking of all the women, but the scowl on her pretty face did little to endear to the fans, though most showed their appreciation for her potent looking body.

“Here they are …. The 2006 Women’s Division Bikini Wrestler of the Year competitors!”

Another loud roar rose up from the crowd as the women stood there, trying their best to win themselves votes as the fans looked them over. The announcer then began the voting process, asking the crowd cast their votes as the women stood anxiously. Finally, after about a minute had passed, he declared an end to the voting, and a minute or so later, was handed an envelope with the results.

“Okay, the votes are in and we’re ready to announce the results.”

The women stood as they waited, the crowd still cheering wildly. Barbara fidgeted nervously while next to her, Brit continued to play to the crowd. Estela smiled sweetly, blowing a kiss to a group of cheering fans while Flora stood arrogantly with her hands on her hips, next to her Shamiqua scowling at the fans who cheered for Estela. Finally however, the announcer continued with the results.

“ The winner of the bikini contest, and taking her place on the throne to await the finalist of the Mini Battle Royale …… with 30% of the total votes .... BRIT!”

The blonde faked surprise, opening her mouth wide and raising her hand to it in an animated fashion. She then strode forward to a huge ovation, whisking by the other 4 women. Flora meanwhile was furious! The brunette had an angry expression on her face, visibly irritated that she had not won. She looked on in anger as Brit was escorted over to the throne on the end of the runway, and took her seat, waving and shimmying to the fans.

As the women contemplated the outcome however, the announcer continued with the results.

“The 3 women who will compete in the Mini Battle Royale for the right to face Brit for the Women’s Division Bikini Wrestler of the Year title are …..In second place, with 27% of the votes ... ESTELA!”

The delightful Dominican seemed genuinely happy as she smiled sweetly, blowing kisses to the crowd. She then made her way past Barbara, leaning in to wish her good luck before taking her place next to the announcer. Flora’s anger continued to grow however, as she came to grip with the fact that she had not finished in the top 2. She fixed her eyes on Estela, scowling at her as the announcer continued.

“Our third place finisher, with 18% of the votes ... FLORA!”

Smirking, Flora stepped forward, not bothering to acknowledge the cheers. Her eyes showed the level of her anger as she strode forward and stood next to Estela, ignoring the Dominican’s hand which was stuck out to shake as a gesture of good will.

“We now have the bikini contest winner and the next 2 runners up. Our last runner up will complete against the other 2 contestants in the Mini Battle Royale, while the last place finisher will take the walk of shame before saying goodbye. That last runner up is ……”

He paused for dramatic effect as a stream of sweat dripped down the side of Barbara’s face, her heart pounding as she felt her knees grow wobbly. Shamiqua meanwhile seemed unfazed by the situation, her expression not changing from the time she was introduced until now.

“With 16% of the votes .... SHAMIQUA!”

As the sexy athlete walked over toward the announcer, Barbara felt as if she had just been shot. She had finished had last in the voting, and although she feared the possibility, she was now faced with the reality. Feeling ashamed and suddenly as if she was standing on the stage completely naked in front of thousands of screaming men, Barbara’s face displayed a look of total shock. Estela leaned over to try and comfort her, but Barbara remained motionless, her eyes fixed at a spot in the crowd, though her mind seemed to freeze.

So the last place finisher, with just 9% of the votes and now forced to take the Walk of Shame …… BARBARA!”

Many of Barbara’s fans booed the result, but several cheered as Barbara was escorted to the end of the runway near the throne on which Brit was sitting. The attendant then whispered into her ear, directing her to walk back up the catwalk and toward the locker rooms. Barbara still seemed in a state of shock as she began to walk, Brit shouting out to her.

“Sorry love! Good show though!”

Taking a few steps, Barbara then passed by Estela, who leaned over and grabbed her hand. But as she passed by Flora, the angry brunette suddenly charged at her, nailing Barbara with a stiff knee into her gut. The jolt seemed to shake Barbara out of her traumatized state as she doubled over, grabbing her aching belly with both hands. But before anyone could react, Flora raised her arm overhead and sent the point of her elbow slamming down into the back of Barbara’s neck, knocking her to the floor.

The crowd booed ferociously as Barbara fell flat on her face, Estela rushing over to confront the champ as Shamiqua stood and watched. Several attendants quickly interjected, separating the two as another helped Barbara to her feet. She got to one knee, and slowly to her feet as Flora was held back, though she took the opportunity to add insult to Barbara’s injury.

“LOSER!” she shouted as Barbara tried to stand up straight, though her belly was on fire.

Estela tried to make another run at Flora, but was held back by the attendants as Barbara finally began to hobble back up the runway, several fans laughing at her along the way. The physical pain was bad, but the emotional pain was much worse as she tried to get back into the locker room as quickly as possible, humiliated.

ON TO THE FIGHTS .....

The 2006 Women's Division Bikini Wrestler of the Year Contest
Round I - Mini Battle Royale

Estela vs. Flora vs. Shamiqua!

The results of the voting were evidence of the dramatic changes which had taken place from the previous year. Barbara, once the most popular wrestler and runner up in last year’s contest, had finished dead last. And Flora, last year’s bikini contest winner, had only managed to finish in the middle of the pack. But as Barbara disappeared into the locker room to lick her wounds, the 3 women who would compete in the Mini Battle Royale, climbed into the ring. Estela, still angry over Flora’s dirty attack of Barbara, walked over to the surly brunette and whispered a threat in her ear.

“You are going to pay for that!”

But ever defiant, Flora did not back down, instead issuing her own challenge.

“Bring it greaseball!”

The racial slur incited Estela, but rather than attack, she turned and walked away, glancing over at the other corner where Shamiqua stood. Estela stared at Shamiqua before nodding her head in Flora’s direction as she raised her eyes, indicating that she was seeking Shamiqua’s agreement to team up against the Women’s Division champ. Shamiqua gave a very short and barely distinguishable nod as she stood with her arms stretched over the top rope. Estela noticed, and as she arrived in her corner, turned and faced Flora, who was directly across the ring. With the 3 women now set in their won corners, the announcer climbed out of the ring as the cheered wildly as the bell rang to start the fight.

Realizing that there was clearly the potential for some double teaming to be used against her by her opponents, Flora moved out of her corner cautiously. She had faced Shamiqua once before in a “Dog collar Match”, and was able to earn a hard fought victory. So Shamiqua was clearly out for revenge, and since it was obvious that Estela now wanted a piece of her too, flora knew that she had to be careful. Knowing that Estela was the one most likely to attack her first, flora decided to go on the offensive. She rushed the sexy Dominican, but Estela was ready as the two locked arms. While they struggled for an advantage however, Shamiqua rushed up behind Flora, lifting her arm overhead to deliver a powerful chop to the side of the brunette’s neck. But as she approached from behind Flora, the champ noticed Estela’s eyes opening wide so she quickly dropped to her knees.

Her timing proved to be impeccable as Shamiqua flung her arm downward, unintentionally striking Estela on the top of her shoulder. The sexy Dominican’s head fell to the side as she let out a loud squeal while dropping to one knee, directly in front of Flora. Taking advantage of the situation, Flora then grabbed a handful of hair from the back of Estela’s head and using the grip to pull the Dominican’s head forward while slamming her fist into the side of Estela’s face. The blow jarred the Dominican’s head sideways as her arms fell, Flora following up the punch to the face with an uppercut which dug deep into Estela’s soft tummy.

“AAWWWWW!” howled Estela as she toppled over onto her side, one hand covering her face as the other grabbed for her aching belly.

But Shamiqua was still planted ominously behind the still kneeling champion, and reached down, cupping her hands beneath flora’s chin and yanking up on her head. The powerful Shamiqua lifted Flora off of her knees, her head bent awkwardly from the grip. She felt a sharp pain shoot up her spine as Shamiqua then dropped her, kicking her between her shoulder blades and knocking her face first to the canvas. With the crowd cheering, Shamiqua then reached down and grabbed hold of Flora’s ankles, pulling her by the legs while yelling down to the still distressed Dominican.

“Come on, get up! Grab her arms!” Shamiqua yelled.

Estela slowly got to one knee before pushing herself the rest of the way up. She then leaned down and grabbed hold of Flora’s wrists, tightening her grip as she pulled backward. Gradually Flora’s body lifted off of the mat as she was being pulled apart; Shamiqua stretching her by the ankles while Estela pulled in the opposite direction on her arms. With her body now lifted into the air and stretched parallel to the mat, Flora was being ripped apart, her limbs aching as her slender frame was lengthened to it’s limits.

“AACCCHHHHH!” screamed the champ as the crowd cheered, enjoying the sight of the bikini brawler’s body being stretched.

But then Shamiqua began to undulate Flora’s legs, prompting Estela to do the same. As a result, Flora’s body rippled upward, and then down, the crowd joining in a spontaneous count.

“1 .....”

As the champ’s body sailed upward and rolled downward, the count continued.

“2 ..... 3 .....”

With the three count completed, both Shamiqua and Estela released their grasps, sending Flora’s body sailing upward. Losing momentum, it then fell to earth, her horizontal body crashing hard against the canvas, face down. Moaning in pain, Flora began to wriggle on the canvas, as if trying to crawl away, but she had taken the brunt of the landing on her hips, chest and face, and was having a difficult time overcoming the pain.

The fans meanwhile, loved it! They not only got to see the champ’s body stretched in all it’s glory, but witness the team of Estela and Shamiqua working together to administer the punishment. But while Flora writhed against the mat, Estela knew that she had to keep the “big picture” in mind. She knew that she could handle Flora on her own, but Shamiqua was another story. Though not too much bigger, Shamiqua was clearly the stronger of the two. Her body was honed to perfection with barely an ounce of fat on her. So as Shamiqua watched Flora struggle to regain her composure, Estela went to work, casually strolling around behind her to go unnoticed.

The ploy seemed to work as Estela was able to sneak up behind her powerful counterpart, trapping her in a chokehold from behind. With her arm wrapped around Shamiqua’s neck, Estela tried to pull her toward the ropes. But Shamiqua displayed her awesome power by dipping forward and flipping Estela to the mat.

Landing hard on her back, Estela seemed genuinely surprised to find herself on her back. Sitting upright, she turned and saw the angry snarl on Shamiqua’s face as she rushed her, Estela’s own pretty face displaying her fear as she began to quickly scamper away. Crawling on all fours, Estela made it to the side ropes before she was caught, Shamiqua snatching a handful of her hair and ripping her onto her feet. She then easily scooped the Dominican up before body slamming her to the mat. The entire ring shook from the ferocity of the slam as Estela’s body quivered from the bone-jarring thump. Even Flora, who by now had gotten onto her knees, shook from the quake. With her body splayed apart, Estela then looked up and saw Shamiqua’s angry scowl staring down at her.

“So you want to play like that, huh?” Shamiqua yelled down at her, Estela’s expressive eyes showing her fear. “No .... I ....” she tried to explain, but before she could finish, she felt the power of Shamiqua’s legs as her foot pounded into the Dominican’s belly.

“BLAAAAAAH!” howled Estela as Shamiqua then pounded her a second time with a stomp to her gut.

“BLAAAAAAH!”

By this time, Flora had got to her knees and crawled over to the side ropes. As she used the ropes to pull herself onto her feet, Shamiqua snatched another handful of Estela’s hair and plucked her upright once again. With the Dominican letting out frightened squeaks in a high pitched voice as she was ripped to her feet, Shamiqua then grabbed her by the throat with one hand and by the waistband of her bikini with the other. She then bent at the knees before powering Estela up and over her head, holding there in a tremendous display of physical strength.

With Estela’s body pressed over her head, Shamiqua then began to trudge toward the side of the ring. Flora meanwhile steadied herself against the ropes, took a deep breath and raced forward to deliver a dropkick to the powerful women’s back. The blow bowed Shamiqua backward as Estela plunged toward the canvas, dropping just a few feet away from the now kneeling Shamiqua. With her dark brown skin twinkling from the sheen of her perspiration, Shamiqua remained on one knee while reaching around toward her aching back.

Flora meanwhile got up quickly and charged over to the kneeling warrior. She reached forward and grabbed a handful of Shamiqua’s hair, preparing to deliver a blow to the face, just as she had done earlier to Estela. But the groggy Shamiqua recovered enough to blast a straight jab into Flora’s belly, doubling her over and backing her up a few steps. Flora straightened up, but then proceeded forward with caution. Shamiqua meanwhile pushed herself onto her feet as well, the two women circling each other.

Giving up 3 inches in height and 40 pounds in weight, Flora knew what her powerful adversary was capable of. She continued to circle, showing no sign of wanting to attack. Shamiqua meanwhile moved forward in a straight line, Flora avoiding her clutches by moving swiftly to her right. But eventually Shamiqua cut off the ring, trapping Flora in the corner where she overpowered her, snatching hold of her arm and using it to pull her alongside the ropes. She then tossed Flora forward at great speed, sending her charging across the ring.

As Shamiqua set herself for Flora’s return, the champ adeptly hooked her arms on the rope and prevented herself from being launched back toward her attacker. Standing in the center of the ring, Shamiqua then waved her arms at Flora, trying to goad her into an attack. Flora stood and watched as Estela, unbeknownst to Shamiqua, had crawled up behind her and was crouched behind her legs. As Shamiqua waved her arms at Flora, the brunette charged, dipping her shoulder as she gained momentum and ramming her shoulder into Shamiqua’s gut. The blow forced Shamiqua to topple over the crouched Estela, sending her tumbling to the canvas.

Scurrying to her feet, Estela then quickly grabbed hold of Shamiqua’s ankles, trying desperately to keep her grip as the powerful, brown skinned beauty tried to kick free. Flora then rushed over and grabbed hold of Shamiqua’s wrist, securing her grip on them as the two women dragged Shamiqua to the side of the ring. Squirming and thrusting her body as best she could, Shamiqua however found herself being lifted a few feet off of the canvas before her two opponent’s then swayed her body back into the ring before tossing her forward.

To her complete and udder dismay, Shamiqua found herself sailing over the top rope with no way to stop it. She tried to reach for the cable as she soared past it, but could not. With the fans awestruck by the accomplishment of the two smaller women, Shamiqua landed on the hard floor below the ring, eliminated form the competition.

Back inside the ring, the unlikely alliance of Flora and Estela quickly evaporated however. Though the two women detested each other, they were smart enough to realize that Shamiqua was a force better attacked by their combined efforts. But now that their objective was accomplished, it was time for each to focus their attention on being the sole survivor.

They exchanged a quick glance after watching Shamiqua land outside of the ring, but then quickly began to crouch and prepare for the next phase of battle. Estela was the first to make a move, rushing Flora. The champ raised her hands to protect herself, but Estela grabbed her by the wrist, and with a quick turn, hip tossed her to the mat. Flora landed on her hip and quickly rolled to her side, getting to one knee before Estela attacked. The athletic Dominican grabbed Flora by the head, yanked her onto her feet and then summarily flipped her onto her back once more.

Landing hard, the champ’s body scattered on the canvas before she slapped the mat in frustration and once again began to get to one knee. But Estela was working quickly and moved back against the ropes, waiting for the champ to get up. As soon as Flora got to her feet, Estela charged forward, landing a horrific dropkick into the side of Flora’s face. The champ was sent reeling to the side, her head snapping back across her shoulder as she landed hard, rolling onto her side while covering her face. The crowd cheered wildly as Estela got to her feet and once again, rushed over to the fallen Flora.

Reaching down, she grabbed hold of the champ’s legs, pulling them upward while stuffing them beneath each of her arms. With Flora now flat on her back, Estela then forced herself backward, pulling on the champ’s legs in the process. As Estela dropped onto her back, she catapulted Flora over her, yanking on her legs to send her flying through the air. Sailing forward in an almost super heroine like flying pose, Flora once again landed hard on her face, sliding a few feet before grinding to a halt near the corner.

With the crowd cheering her on, Estela once again got to her feet, slowly enjoying the adoration of her fans. She slowly strutted across the ring to the beleaguered Flora, reaching down to grab hold of her wrists and roll her onto her back. Dazed and hurt, Flora did not resist as the Dominican dragged her to the center of the ring by the arms. Reaching it, Estela then dropped Flora’s arms sat down with her legs spread apart, straddling the champ’s head as she looked down at her prone body. She then spread Flora’s arms up and over her head before stuffing each of them beneath her thighs, trapping them in that position. She then reached forward, grabbing hold of Flora’s legs before pulling on them to roll them in toward her body. Slowly folding Flora in half, Estela made sure to spread the champ’s legs apart before wedging Flora’s calves beneath her own legs.

Spread eagle, flat on her back with her legs spread wide, both her arms and legs trapped beneath Estela’s thighs, Flora was ensnared in a most compromising position. The thong she was wearing didn’t help matters since her bare bottom was now exposed to the crowd, who howled in delight. Able to look straight down into the champ’s face, Estela smiled mischievously down as Flora grunted angrily in protest. Then, as of striking a pose, Estela reached back and gathered her long, curly black hair together, whisking it back behind her head before thrusting her arms overhead in a preliminary celebration.

Had this been a normal match, Flora would have been counted out long ago. But since the rules of the Mini Battle Royale stated that you could only win by tossing your opponent from the ring, Estela’s sultry posing was purely for the enjoyment of the fans. They showed their appreciation by rising to their feet to cheer the dazzling Dominican as Estela smiled widely. But she then lowered her arms and stared back down at Flora’s face, her expression changing to a look of spitefulness.

“What you did to Barbara was not nice. So now YOU will see how it is to feel shame!” Estela growled at her confined counterpart with her Dominican accent.

She then reached forward and began to smack the soft skin on the back of Flora’s succulent thighs, each slap causing the fleshy region to jiggle wildly as Estela continued to spank the champ.

“FWAP ….. FWAP ….. FWAP ….. FWAP …..FWAP!”

After a repeated spanking, enough so to cause the tender skin on Flora’s shanks to turn bright red, Estela finally suspended the assault and lifted her own legs enough to allow Flora’s body to unfurl beneath her. Quickly rolling onto her side, the champ grabbed for her raw, inflamed thighs. But while most women would have felt humiliated, Flora felt only rage as Estela got to her feet and paraded around her.

With the fans cheering the Dominican’s parade, Flora seethed on the mat. She was determined to get her revenge and though groggy, gradually began to roll onto her side and get up. But Estela meanwhile strode toward the corner, climbing the ropes as Flora got onto all fours. With Estela now perched on the top ropes with her arms spread out to her sides, Flora pushed herself onto her feet. As she began to stand erect however, Estela took off, leaping forward and executing a perfect backflip before landing on her feet. With Flora now just a few feet away, Estela bent at the knees upon landing before propelling her body forward and spearing Flora in the bottom of her chest.

The momentum of the backflip and forward thrust off of the landing, allowed the limber Latina to drive her shoulder into Flora with tremendous force, clobbering her in the process. Flora sailed backward, her pretty face contorted in pain before the back of her shoulders crashed to the canvas. The intensity of the blow however forced Flora’s body to then continue over in a backward roll before she crashed, face first to the mat as Estela stood over her just a few feet away.

The powerful and athletic attack drew a standing ovation from the crowd as Flora writhed beneath the energetic Estela who seemed to be truly enjoying the chance to pummel her. Despite her pleasant and bubbly demeanor, Estela was also fiercely loyal to her friends. So the fact that Flora had chosen to attack her new friend Barbara in such an underhanded fashion had provoked the Latina to teach the champ a lesson. And as Flora wriggled in pain below her, she had apparently accomplished that objective, at least to this point.

Sitting on her throne and watching the action, Brit had a smile on her face as she watched her nemesis struggle. There was no love between the champ and the British challenger as evidenced by the blonde’s glee at watching the brunette’s suffering. But Brit then turned and noticed Flora’s husband watching from the front row, and flashed him a smile and w ink of the eye, openly flirting with him. Flora however was much too preoccupied with trying to survive to notice however, especially since Estela reached down and grabbed her by the hair, ripping her onto her feet.

With the two now face to face, Estela then turned, thrusting her butt backward into Flora’s groin while reaching back with her right arm to grab the champ from behind her head. But despite her instability, Flora’s survival instincts kicked in as she lunged downward and sunk her teeth into the side of Estela’s neck. The sexy Dominican began to squeal as the champ then reached around her with her left arm and sunk her fingernails into Estela’s tummy, gouging it violently.

“AAYYYYY ….. EEEE ….. AYYYY ….. .. AY ….AY ….AY” howled the besieged Dominican as Flora mercilessly bit at her neck and gnashed her belly.

The crowd, already on their feet, began to boo the ferocious attack, but that did little to dissuade Flora from continuing. With no referee to stop her, she continued to gore at her howling victim until finally Estela managed to complete the hip toss, flipping Flora to the mat. As the champ landed and tried to roll onto her side, Estela reached for her aching belly, noticing the deep abrasions resulting from the claw hold. She concurrently reached for her neck with her other hand, feeling the indentations created by Flora’s teeth. The pain was overwhelming, allowing Flora to get to her feet before Estela could resume the attack. Hobbling, the champ was nonetheless able to rumble up in front of Estela as the two locked arms, the fans shouting loudly as a struggle ensued.

But despite being tossed about, Flora showed why she was the Women’s Division Champion by delivering a stiff backhand chop to Estela’s throat. The sexy, sweaty Dominican gurgled loudly while stumbling backward and grabbing her gullet. Flora stalked her however, lurching forward and wedging her forearm beneath Estela’s chin, forcing her to backpedal against the ropes. The champ applied even more force, choking Estela with her arm while forcing her to bend back over the ropes. With her back arched, the agile challenger raised her hands to try and ease the choke, but that allowed Flora to cock her arm and deliver a stiff uppercut into Estela’s susceptible stomach.

With a muffled groan, the Dominican lurched forward, but Flora quickly bent her backward, reapplying the forearm choke. She then repeated the action by delivering a second belly blow, Estela now blubbering loudly as her body dipped forward, only to be wedged backward yet again. The champ then proceeded to pound her victim’s gut a third time, eliciting an even louder yelp.

“BBAAAWWWWW!”

Slumping forward while dropping to one knee, Estela wrapped her arms around her battered midsection as Flora had now successfully reversed roles and stood over her fallen opponent. The fans were really letting Flora have it, pelting her with verbal abuse as she shouted back at them angrily while Estela suffered below her. But then Flora turned her attention back to Estela, but the determined Dominican was not giving up the fight, firing a weak jab into Flora’s gut.

Though she doubled over and hobbled back a step, Flora nonetheless recovered quickly and rushed forward, grabbing a handful of hair from the back of Estela’s head while driving her knee forward and ramming it into the still kneeling Latina’s pretty face. The blow was a powerful one and sent Estela reeling backward so that the back of her shoulders fell onto the middle rope, her arms sailing over her head and out of the ring as her legs splayed apart on the canvas. The fans chastised Flora even more as Estela floundered, her mouth open with a stupefied expression on her face as her armpits came to rest on the middle rope to hold her up. Flora grimaced, obviously still in pain from the earlier attack she had endured, though her surly personality began to emerge. She placed her foot down onto Estela’s throat, choking her in the process as the hapless Dominican’s legs began to flutter wildly. Trying desperately to pry Flora’s foot off of her throat, Estela was then subjected to another side of Flora’s boorish behavior.

"Who’s feeling shame now!” Flora shouted down at her bewildered victim to counter Estela’s earlier threat. "Go back to where ever you came from and pick some bananas or something you greaseball!” she concluded, trying to demean the Dominican beauty.

In no condition to reply to the racial slur, Estela continued to flounder before finally the champ lifted her foot off of her throat. Gasping furiously for air, Estela was angered by Flora’s verbal assault, but the physical attack was the one which had left her in trouble. But things were not going to get better anytime soon as she then found herself victimized by a stomp to her already beaten belly, jarring her dangling body once again. Finally Flora then backed away, limping to the side of the ring closest to Brit’s throne and threatening the winner of the bikini contest.

“You’re next!” she shouted to the gorgeous blonde, prompting a snicker from the British bombshell.

Although Brit would have liked nothing better than the opportunity to get in the ring once more against Flora, she despised the fact that the champ had been given the opportunity to gloat. So as Estela tried desperately to recuperate, Brit decided to respond to the threat, this time using the crowd to her advantage. She stood up and turned to the fans, addressing them directly rather than her rival.

“So ….. What do you think? Can this little trollop defeat me?!?!?” Brit yelled loudly.

A flurry of boos erupted as a result of the question, Flora clearly not the choice of the majority. But Brit then turned to face Flora’s husband, blowing him a kiss as she leaned forward in her most kittenish pose. She knew the deed would infuriate the jealous Flora, and she was right. With her face twisting into an angered expression, Flora climbed up onto the middle rope, leaning over to yell back at the blonde. Brit delighted in her adversary’s actions, even walking closer to the sweaty, livid brunette.

“Come on and get me!” Brit chided.

But Flora knew exactly what the blonde was doing. She was trying to distract her enough to get her to step out of the ring and thereby eliminate herself. But Flora did not fall for it, instead responding from her perch on the ropes.

“Oh I’ll come get you alright. Right after I take care of some unfinished business!”

With that she stepped down from the ropes and began to turn around, but then glanced back down at her husband, sitting directly below her. She caught him stealing a glimpse of Brit before turning his attention back into the ring toward his wife. Flora scowled at him, turning to glance over at Brit once again and seeing the contented smile on her face. With her anger building, she then began to make her way back across the ring toward Estela, who had gotten to her feet and was leaning against the ropes. With one arm hooked over the top rope and her legs bent at the knees, the pretty Dominican was on her feet, but still obviously feeling the effects of the beating she had taken.

With the champ gaining momentum as she stormed back over to her, Estela pushed herself off of the ropes and turned to face her challenger just as she arrived. Flora abruptly lunged forward, wrapping her hand around Estela’s throat before she could react. The champ began to tighten her grip on Estela’s throat, but the Dominican beauty retaliated by throwing a wild, overhand punch which landed on Flora’s right ear. The blow jarred Flora, but she did not relinquish the choke. It did however, deflect the brunette’s attention just enough to allow Estela to then send a chop to Flora’s throat.

Though weakened, Estela was able to muster enough strength to deliver the blow with sufficient force to hurt Flora. She began to gasp, her airwaves constricted by the chop, and dropped her own choke as her right foot slid backward and her hands raised to the attacked region. Estela allowed herself to bounce off of the ropes, giving her some thrust to move forward. She then raised her hands out to her sides before slamming them together, her palms slapping Flora’s ears.

The champ’s ears began to ring, disorienting her for a moment as Estela tried to pursue her advantage. With the crowd cheering her on, she staggered up to Flora and reached forward, Flora intercepting her as the two locked arms. They struggled for a few moments before the Dominican then hastily hurled her knee upward and drove it forcefully between Flora’s legs. The collision made a loud, dull THUMP as Estela’s kneecap struck the bones between the champ’s legs. Her face seemed to grow pale within seconds as she snapped her legs together and huddled forward in obvious pain.

The attack drew a roar from her fans as Estela hesitated for a second before trudging forward once more. With Flora doubled forward, Estela came up in front of her, stuffing the champ’s bowed head between her legs before clamping her thighs round it. She stared down Flora’s back before reaching forward to grab the waistband on the back of the champ’s thong, using her grip to pull up on it and wedging the small strip of material up into the champ’s butt and battered crotch. Estela then dropped to her knees while pulling up on the thong, driving Flora’s face into the mat as the rest of her body quickly followed.

Sprawled out, face down on the canvas, the champ was in a precarious position as Estela knelt above her. The Dominican’s affable smile was now gone, replaced with a surliness to rival Flora’s typical facial expression. Estela was still seething about the slur Flora had shouted her just a few minutes ago, and despite the pain she was in, was determined to make her pay. So once again having achieved the upper hand, Estela let her anger show as she shouted down at the champ.

“Perra sucia!” Estela shouted at her downed foe.

The woozy champ had no idea what the term meant and wouldn’t even with a clear head, but Estela had just called her a “dirty bitch”. Though the language was harsher then the delightful Dominican would typically use, she had learned to despise Flora, and it showed. She slowly got to her feet, and then reached down, snatching two handfuls of Flora’s wet, black hair and hauling her onto her feet.

Flora’s face contorted in pain from the violent ripping at her hair, but Estela then forced her back toward the corner before gripping her by the arm and tossing her across the ring. The slender champion barreled across the ring before her back slammed against the opposite corner, her head snapping back from the impact. But she would have little time to recover as Estela charged at her, diving forward to deliver a huge body splash onto the wavering brunette. Crushed against the turnbuckles, Flora began to fade as Estela finally backed away. Drooping down, her head bowed in front of her, Flora looked to have nothing left. But Estela wasn’t done with her yet, pushing Flora back before turning to the side and extending her right leg to plant her foot into the champ’s throat.

With her leg extended completely, Estela drove her foot forward, the sexy yet torturous attack prompting a huge ovation from her fans. Flora raised her hands to try and pry the foot off of her, but she was left powerless as she felt the oxygen being choked from her increasingly limp body. Content to let Flora fade, Estela kept the pressure on, staring angrily into the champ’s closing eyes. But before Flora faded completely, Estela finally lowered her leg, pausing to take a breath before moving in. She grabbed Flora by the throat, the champ gurgling out loud as a result.

“GGLLUUUUUHH!”

Estela then reached down, gathering a small clump of skin on Flora’s inner thigh and squeezing it tightly, using the grip on both the thigh and throat to lift the depleted champion. The pain was unbearable as Flora tried to scream, though her attempts were constricted by the chokehold. Estela gradually lifted her up to chest level before stumbling over to ringside and summarily dumping the champ’s body over the top rope. Flora toppled down onto the ring apron, eliminated from the contest. She rolled onto her back, bending her legs in toward her body as her eyes remained closed, her face scrunched together in pain.

The fans exploded in cheers as Estela stood inside the ring, just on the opposite of the ropes. But the then kicked the champ hard in the side, knocking her off of the ring apron, and dumping her to the floor below, Flora landing hard as she fell onto her stomach and remained there. The bell rang to signal the end of the round as attendants rushed over to Flora who seemed unresponsive. Estela watched, feeling no guilt at all over her opponent’s suffering as she thrust her arms overhead before dropping her hands to her knees and bowing forward with exhaustion. The announcer climbed into the ring, grabbing Estela’s hand and lifting it overhead as Flora remained on the floor outside of the ring.

“Both Shamiqua and Flora have been eliminated, so the winner of the Mini Battle Royale, and moving on to face Brit for the Women’s Division Bikini Wrestler of the Year Title .... Give it up for ..... ESTELA!”

The sexy Dominican managed a half smile as the crowd stood and cheered, but as she watched Brit stand and walk toward the ring, she knew that her struggles were far from over.

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