The 2005 Women's Division Bikini Wrestler of the Year Contest
Part I

The dressing room of the newly opened FFF Arena was empty, but not for long. One by one the combatants for the first annual FFF Bikini Wrestler of the Year Contest began to show up. The dressing room had been set up with 5 separate dressing tables, one for each contestant, and as they began to arrive, it became obvious that their preparations varied greatly for each woman.

The first to make her entrance was Molly, a hulking woman who was perhaps the least likely to win the bikini portion of the contest. At 5’10” and weighing 200 pounds, Molly was a powerful looking woman despite the fact that her body wasn’t exactly muscle-toned. One of the newest wrestlers to join the Women’s Division, Molly had earned her spot in the federation through bribery. A successful businesswoman, Molly had the resources to buy her way to the top, buying private wrestling lessons from a retired pro wrestler. Molly was also a schemer however, so as the other women began to arrive and started to “pretty themselves up”, Molly was devising a plan to make alliances in the hope of winning the overall contest.

The next to arrive was the youngest woman in the federation, a Pakistani immigrant named Adina. Born in Pakistan, Adina had been sent to America by her parents in order to get the best possible education. She did just that and upon graduating, landed a great job in the business world. But a struggling economy forced her company to lay-off a large number of workers, and Adina being one of the last in the door, was one of the casualties. So in desperate need of money, she signed up for and completed the FFF Wrestler Training School and was now a permanent member of the roster.

Standing 5’5” and weighing 135 pounds, Adina had a legitimate shot at winning the beauty contest. With her almond shaped eyes and porcelain colored skin, she was truly a beauty. But Adina was also raised with very conservative values and as such, refused to wear the skimpy bikinis that some of the others would wear. Though not a pride, Adina’s bikini was full in it’s cut and, despite her nicely curved body, made her look quite ordinary.

As Adina took a seat at her dressing table, Molly looked her over, but decided that Adina was not one of the woman she would approach in order to form an alliance. Though in good shape, Molly surmised that Adina was not enough of a physical threat to provide her with much value, so she waited for the rest of the competitors to arrive.

The next woman to make her entrance was Melissa, the newest edition to the federation. At 24 years of age, Melissa was a street-tough Puerto Rican girl who had become a wrestler at the urging of her boyfriend Berto. Berto had a great deal of influence over his girlfriend, Melissa basically making his wishes her command. At 5’4” and weighing 165 pounds, Melissa also seemed unlikely to win the beauty contest, though Berto had pushed her to get in better shape over the past month or so. But growing up in a tough, lower middle class neighborhood, Melissa cared little for things like fashion and make-up. Her one vice in regard to her physical appearance however was her nails. She let them grow and had them painted at least once per week, often with intricate designs. So as Adina tended to her appearance, Melissa took a quick look in the mirror before retreating to the bathroom.

Molly watched Melissa and decided that she was a good candidate to team up with, so she followed her into the bathroom and as Melissa emerged from the stall, Molly was waiting for her, standing in front of the sink and pretending to wash her hands.

“So, do you think you have a chance to win this bikini contest?” Molly asked slyly as she leaned over, pretending to rinse her hands off.

“I don’t give a shit about no bikini contest. I’m gonna win this thing in the ring!” Melissa shot back with her rough, Puerto Rican accent.

Molly stood up and confronted her, offering the young tough girl a deal.

“Look, don’t take this the wrong way but neither one of us is going to win the bikini contest. But once we’re all get in the ring, maybe you and I can kind of join forces and eliminate these “pretty girls” one by one. Then once we’ve eliminates everyone else, you and I can fight it out for the title, fair and square. What do you say?”

Melissa stared at Molly, a scowl on her face as she contemplated the offer. To this point Melissa hadn’t given much thought to winning the bikini contest. But after thinking about it, she still thought she had a chance to win, both in the ring and out of it. She then turned and gazed in the mirror, staring at herself. Her body was decent she thought, but maybe not quite good enough to win after all. But what was more important to her was to come out on top once the wrestling was over. Berto would not accept anything less. So if teaming up with Molly would give her a better chance at being the last one standing, it wouldn’t matter to him who won the bikini contest anyway. She stared up at Molly, trying to gauge the woman’s motives, but then finally agreed. Molly extended her hand and reluctantly Melissa shook it.

“So we have a deal. You and I will work together to eliminate everyone else, and then we’ll fight it out between us.” Molly reiterated.

Melissa nodded her head before walking back out into the dressing room and taking her seat. By now, seated next to her was Barbara, a 40-year-old suburban housewife who had only a few matches under her belt. But unlike Molly and Melissa, Barbara had a very good chance to win the contest, and was working hard to do so.

Although she was the next-to-last woman to arrive, Barbara frantically fixed her hair and put her make-up, trying to look her best. At 5’4” and 120 pounds, Barbara had a very nice body and a cute face, though she despised when people used the word “cute” to describe her. Though she had the typical “girl next door” kind of good looks, Barbara desperately wanted to be more than that. With her long, thick, curly hair and pretty brown eyes, Barbara scurried to make herself beautiful in time for the start of the contest and was hopeful that she would emerge victorious.

So as 4 of the 5 women now sat at their dressing tables, the last woman to arrive finally made her entrance in grand style. Flora strutted into the dressing room like she owned the place, wearing a fashionable black trench coat. The other four women never turned to look at her, instead all of them using their mirrors to watch her walk by.

With her short black hair and deep, brown eyes, Flora was the favorite to win the contest, both on the runway and in the ring. She was the most experienced wrestler, but also had the body to go along with her skills. At 5’ 5” and weighing a svelte 110 pounds, Flora had an impressive body, and she knew it. So as she walked up in front of her dressing table, she proudly removed her trench coat to reveal her bikini-clad frame, putting on a show for the other women.

Having spent the day at the spa, Flora’s hair was meticulously coifed and her make-up was perfect, the result of a professional stylist’s work. She had been primped and pampered all day; her body waxed and massaged before a shimmering body lotion was applied all over it. So as she stood before the mirror, turning to admire herself, Flora had an arrogant smirk stretched across her face as she watched the other women secretly check her out in her skimpy, black bikini. Barbara in particular, stared at her rival, a bit jealous though she tried desperately to hide it.

Barbara was hoping to win the overall title, but perhaps even more importantly, she wanted desperately to win the bikini contest. Though always considered cute, she longed for more, and winning a bikini contest would be a dream come true for her. But as she watched Flora model for herself in front of the mirror, Barbara’s self confidence took a hit as she scrutinized her competition.

Flora was a demon in the ring, doing whatever necessary to not only win her matches, but also to punish her opponents in the process. Barbara knew that all too well from her own past experiences against Flora. So as Flora tended to herself, her arrogant smirk apparent, it was obvious that she was thinking that both aspects of the contest were already won!

As the 5 women put the finishing touches on their physical appearance, they were then called to come and line up, the contest about to begin. As they took their positions behind a black curtain which led into the arena, the capacity crowd found their seats and the announcer made his way to the center of the ring.

The wrestling ring was located in the middle of the arena, as expected, but down one aisle stood an elevated catwalk in the shape of a large “T”, leading from the back of the arena to just a few feet away from the ring. The bikini-clad wrestlers stood behind the curtain located at the bottom of the “T” as the announcer began his speech.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the FFF Arena. Tonight we feature our first annual Bikini Wrestler of the Year Contest.”

The crowd erupted in cheers, anxious for the festivities to get underway. But before they could start, the announcer began to explain the rules.

“We will feature two separate contests tonight, the first for our Women’s Division, and the second for our Veteran’s Division. Five women from each division will compete, but only one will walk away with the title of FFF Bikini Wrestler of the Year! Our contestants are standing at the foot of the catwalk, but before I introduce them, let me first go over the rules.

The ladies will be introduced one at a time, in alphabetical order. They will make their way down the catwalk and take their place at the end. Once all of the five women have been introduced, you will then be asked to choose which one you will vote for. Then, one at a time, I will again ask them to stroll down the catwalk. Once the woman you would like to vote for makes her way down the runway, you will be asked to place your vote by pushing the button on the armrest of your seat. The votes will then be tabulated and we will determine the winner of the bikini contest!”

The crowd again roared, but the announcer raised his arm, asking for quiet before he continued.

“But since this the Bikini WRESTLER of the Year, we’re not done quite yet. We will announce the results and the percentage of votes garnered by each woman. The bottom 3 vote-getters will be called up into the ring and asked to take their place in 3 of the 4 corners. These 3 women will make up THE GAUNTLET!”

Again the crowd cheered, but after the cheers died down, the instructions continued.

“We will then announce the winner of the bikini contest, who will take a seat on a throne at the end of the runway. The runner up will then be directed to take her place in the 4th corner, where she will have to face THE GAUNTLET!”

Another loud cheer emerged before the announcer finished the instructions.

“In order to compete against the bikini contest winner in our final match, the runner up will have to survive The Gauntlet. The amount of time for survival of The Gauntlet will be determined by the differential between the percentage of votes attained by the runner up and the winner of the bikini contest. So for example, if the winner of the bikini contest achieves 40% of the votes and the runner up achieves 30%, The Gauntlet will last for 10 minutes. If the runner up is thrown from the ring at anytime during The Gauntlet and does not return within 10 seconds, she will be eliminated and the next runner up will try to survive for the remaining time on the clock. The woman with the highest percentage of votes in the ring once time expires will then face the winner of the bikini contest for the title of Bikini Wrestler of the Year!”

Again the crowd roared, eager for the contest to get underway. But before it could, the announcer gave one last bit of information.

“Oh, by the way. The Gauntlet will commence without a referee, so ANYTHING GOES!”

The final bit of information drew the loudest applause as the announcer then paused momentarily before getting things underway.

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

Standing behind the curtain, Adina’s pulse raced as she heard her name announced and saw the curtain open. Loud, pulsating music began to fill the arena as bright spotlights shown down on the runway. Taking a final deep breath, Adina then made her way as she finally became visible to the crowd. Very nervous, Adina’s pretty face and stiff stride showed her anxiety as she walked forward, the announcer providing some details about her as she walked.

“Adina is 23 years old, stands 5’ 5” tall and weighs 135 pounds. Her measurements are 36 – 25 – 36.”

The crowd stared up at the young woman whose eyes darted nervously around the arena. Clad in a conservatively cut, rust colored bikini, it was obvious that Adina possessed a nice body. But her rigid gait, nervous expression and moderate bikini did not draw an overwhelming reaction from the crowd. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally reached the end of the runway and was directed to her spot.

“Next up we have … BARBARA!”

As the curtain opened, Barbara could feel her heart pounding. She was nervous, and when she got nervous, she began to perspire. But she had been waiting for this opportunity all of her life so she rushed out onto the runway, trying her best to strut sexily and confidently while controlling her nerves.

“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 smiled widely as she tried desperately to swivel her hips in a model-like walk, though it was obvious she too was nervous. The crowd reacted encouragingly to the suburban housewife as she took her place at the end of the runway, her nervous perspiring giving her body and face an obvious sheen.

“Next up we have … FLORA”

Unlike her two adversaries before her, Flora did not look nervous a tall as she strutted sensually down the runway. Her shimmering body lotion caused her bare skin to twinkle under the bright spotlights, her teeny black bikini covering little more than her most private parts.

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

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

“And next we have … MELISSA”

Melissa was more anxious to get the runway over with than nervous and wore an irritated expression as she burst from behind the curtain. Walking more like a female gang member than a model, she plodded down the runway quickly with a smirk on her face.

“Melissa is 24 years old, stands 5’ 4” tall and weighs 165 pounds. Her measurements are 34-29-40.”

The crowd gave Melissa the smallest ovation yet, though she paid it little attention. She wore a black bikini, the top cut like a large letter “X” across her chest, the bottom a simple, traditional black bikini bottom. Possessing narrow shoulders and a modest chest Melissa had a tapered upper body, but that all changed at her hips. Wide and powerful, Melissa’s hips were quite generous, a feature of her body that her boyfriend liked most. With powerful, thick thighs and short legs, Melissa possessed what was best described as the classic pear shaped body. Taking her place at the end of the runway, she sneered at the other 3 women before glancing out into the crowd and searching for her boyfriend Berto.

“And our final contestant is … MOLLY”

The plodding Molly made her way forward with an ungraceful stride. Dressed in a pair of black bicycle shorts and a black athletic bra, Molly looked completely inelegant. She was out of her element, and it showed.

“Molly is 35 years old, stands 5’ 10” tall and weighs 200 pounds. Her measurement are 34-32-38”

The crowd barely reacted to her presence as she took her spot on the end of the runway, the 5 women now lined up next to each other. After allowing about a minute of posturing, the announcer then began the voting process, one-by-one asking the women to step forward as the crowd cast their votes. Finally, when all of the women completed their stroll, the announcer was handed an envelope with the results.

“Okay, the votes are in and we’re ready to introduce The Gauntlet. The first member of The Gauntlet, with 147 votes and 9% of the total…. MOLLY!”

The bulky blonde scowled as she was directed into the ring and took her place in one corner.

“The next member of The Gauntlet, with 10% of the votes and 152 votes in total … MELISSA!”

The angry Puerto Rican looked annoyed at the paltry percentage of the votes she had received and that she had just barely beaten Molly in the voting, so she took the opportunity to threaten the other women as she walked by them.

“10% ?!?!? I’m gonna take that shit out on all of y’all!” she threatened.

But then she sheepishly glanced over toward Berto as she passed by, almost embarrassed by her poor showing in the voting. She was shown into the ring and lead to a corner opposite Molly, the blonde nodding her head knowingly as Melissa stared back at her.

“And the final member of The Gauntlet, with 23% and 358 total votes … ADINA!”

The pretty Pakistani was surprised to hear her name and hesitated, realizing that she had not received nearly as many votes as she expected. But she climbed into the ring quietly and took her place in her corner as the three bottom finishers took up all but one corner of the ring.

“There you have it ladies and gentlemen …. THE GAUNTLET! But don’t worry ladies. You still have a chance to move on to the final match. But let’s see who you will have to eliminate in order to do so. The winner of the bikini contest ….. with 35% of the votes and 541 votes cast in her favor …..”

Flora stood with one leg out in front of the other in her sexiest pose. Wearing a confident expression she glanced at the announcer, expecting to hear her name. Barbara meanwhile stared eagerly as well, greatly hoping to hear her name announced as the winner. But her hopes were dashed as Flora’s name was read!

A throne was pushed out onto the runway and Flora condescendingly took her seat as Barbara stood and watched jealously, her head bowed in disappointment.

“So Barbara, you are the runner up and as such, will have to face The Gauntlet. So let’s see how long you will have to last. As you know, Flora received 50% of the votes. Barbara … you received …. 23% …. So you will need to survive for 12 minutes!”

Barbara felt a lump form in her throat from the wide gap in the voting between herself and Flora. She had hoped to win, but at least expected the contest to be close. But instead, Flora received almost twice as many votes as she did, and she was now faced with having to survive against 3 other women for 12 minutes!

She was escorted into the empty corner of the ring as the crowd leaped to their feet, Flora crossing her legs as she sat on her throne, smiling wickedly. She knew that after 12 minutes of beating the crap out of each other, whomever was left, regardless of who it was, would have little left to put up much of a fight. So she sat back in her throne and smiled widely as the four women in the ring prepared for battle.

Standing in her corner, Barbara was still upset about the results of the voting, but quickly realized that she had bigger problems facing her right now. She would have to survive for 12 minutes in basically a 3 against 1 match, with no referee. She glanced across to the other three corners, trying to size up her competition, her heart still pounding in her chest.

In the corner to her right stood Molly, a woman 8 inches taller and 80 pounds heavier than she. Molly glared back at Barbara, sneering angrily and causing Barbara to nervously turn to the corner directly opposite form her. There stood Melissa, a smaller than not much less powerful looking adversary. Melissa also was glaring back at Barbara, an angry scowl on her face, prompting Barbara to turn to the corner to her left. There stood Adina who, thankfully Barbara thought, looked much less intimidating, and much less angry.

But as Barbara’s mind raced from the daunting task before her, a large clock against the wall suddenly lit up, with 12:00 displayed on it. She stared at it for a moment, but then the bell rang, the clock began to tick off the seconds, and The Gauntlet had begun.

Surprisingly Adina was the first to charge toward Barbara, quickly rushing up to her and trying to grab hold of Barbara’s arms. Barbara tried to move out of her corner, but Adina prevented her from doing so, the two suddenly engaged in a test of strength. As Barbara struggled however, Melissa raced up behind her, pushing Barbara forward before trying to quickly wrap her arm around Barbara’s throat and snare her in a chokehold.

But Barbara reacted quickly, breaking her right arm free from Adina’s grasp before ramming her elbow backward and driving it into Melissa’s bare gut. Melissa groaned loudly, but Barbara quickly reached back across her shoulders, grabbed hold of Melissa’s bowed head and hastily flipped her over with an adept hip toss.

Melissa landed hard on her tailbone before her body sprawled out on the canvas. Adina tried to capitalize, still battling Barbara in hand-to-hand combat. But Barbara then quickly lifted her knee into Adina’s gut, doubling her over before raising her arms over her head and slamming her combined fists down into Adina’s back, flattening her in the process.

Molly then raced over and charged Barbara, but the cute housewife was able to sidestep the charge, grabbing Molly’s wrist as she ran by and pushing the bulky blonde straight into the corner. The top of Molly’s chest slammed forward into the turnbuckle as Barbara rushed up behind her and stomped her boot into Molly’s back, squashing her even more forcefully against the corner. With only a few seconds gone, Barbara had gained the upperhand against all three women, but there was still a long way to go.

Melissa got up first and hastily charged as Barbara, but the bikini contest runner-up greeted her with a boot to the belly which doubled Melissa over. Barbara then quickly stepped alongside her and wrapped her in a side headlock before pulling the top of Melissa’s head forward and ramming it into the small of Molly’s back. Molly, still pressed forward against the corner yelped out loud as Melissa dropped to one knee directly behind her.

Adina had gotten to her feet by this time and moved closer to Barbara, but moved cautiously after seeing Barbara’s quick reactions. Inching closer she again raised her arms and challenged Barbara to a test of strength, Barbara obliging as the two women again interlocked their fingers. They each pushed and struggled though neither gained much ground after about 20 seconds or so of struggling.

But Melissa got to her feet by that point and slowly crept up behind Barbara before abruptly wrapping her arm around Barbara’s throat and placing her in a chokehold. Surprised, Barbara could do little to protect herself as Adina kept a tight grip on her hands while Melissa tightened the choke. With Barbara locked in a struggle with both women, Molly mischievously crept around behind Adina before surprisingly clocking the Pakistani on the back of the head with her fist. Adina crumbled to one knee, her hands unraveling with Barbara’s in the process. Melissa used the opportunity to forcefully pull Barbara backward by the throat as Molly stepped in and fired a powerful knee into Barbara’s vulnerable tummy.

“BBAAWW!” blurted Barbara as she tried to double over, but Melissa pulled back on her throat, straightening her up with the chokehold. Molly then fired another stiff knee into Barbara’s gut, this time Melissa relinquishing the choke as Barbara dropped to her knees, wrapping her arms around her already battered belly as she coughed and gagged for air.

Adina meanwhile had got to her feet and stumbled back to the opposite side of the ring, deciding to wait there and watch the action unfold. Molly and Melissa meanwhile continued to assault Barbara, each grabbing hold of one of her wrists as they stood on opposite sides of her, stretching the hunched-over-housewife apart by her arms. Pulling her limbs apart with all of their strength, the evil alliance then, in unison spun beneath Barbara’s arms, jerking her body up and then down before planting themselves alongside the stooped grappler, both of her arms now twisted and yanked out to her sides.

Barbara glanced up at the clock and noticed that it read 10:30. Only a minute and a half had passed and yet in that short time, she was already in serious trouble. Ripping their victim’s arms from her sockets, Molly and Melissa then turned up the pressure, taking turns ramming their knees into Barbara’s taut tummy.

Barbara’s body jerked up and down with each powerful blast into her midsection until finally, after sustaining about a dozen blows, Molly and Melissa relented. They continued to rip her arms out to her sides however, Barbara in agony and growing despondent. How could she possibly survive much more of this? But just as things looked their worst, the wily Molly glanced across the ring toward Adina, who was still standing in the opposite corner. Molly then nodded her head at Adina, encouraging her to charge across the ring and take an open shot at the trapped Barbara. Adina hesitated at first, but then taking the cue, began to barrel forward.

She had not planned on triple-teaming Barbara but, she also wanted to win. So if she could help eliminate Barbara, that would put her next in line to survive The Gauntlet. So as the two bulky women kept Barbara pulled upright, Adina began to race across the ring before leaping forward and finally landing a devastating dropkick into Barbara’s already battered gut.

“AAAWWWWW” screamed Barbara as her knees buckled and she dropped down onto them, her two attackers releasing her arms and allowing her to curl into a ball.

Flora meanwhile looked on in delight as she sat perched upon her throne, one leg crossed sexily over the other. She felt no sympathy for Barbara, having pummeled her twice before herself. She crossed her legs and folded her arms back behind her head as she looked on, an arrogant expression on her face.

Adina meanwhile began to get to her feet, feeling self-confident that Barbara would soon be eliminated. But her confidence was about to be shaken as Melissa rushed over and grabbed a handful of her hair, ripping her onto her feet before shoving her back into the corner. Melissa then grabbed her by the throat and began to choke Adina, forcing her back to arch back over the turnbuckle, her arms flailing up near her head. Molly meanwhile stood back and watched, taking a break as Barbara remained cowering in the other corner. She was happy to allow Melissa to expend her energy to work over Adina, and stood quietly in the corner as her partner did just that.

Adina’s face grew bright red from the choke, her body curved backward even more severely, her flailing arms slowly losing their vitality. Barbara meanwhile slowly pushed herself up, and though still on her knees, gradually knelt erect. Noticing this, Molly stormed over toward her, but as she did, Barbara greeted her with a stiff jab to Molly’s soft gut.

Though her strength was depleted, the blow was enough o stop Molly in her tracks, allowing Barbara to get onto one knee. Molly recovered and again stormed in, but this time Barbara wrapped her arms around Molly’s right thigh, holding on for dear life. Molly was surprised by the maneuver and hesitated, Allowing Barbara to get on her feet before yanking on Molly’s leg and forcing her to tumble down onto her back.

With Melissa still choking the flagging Adina, Barbara wrapped her leg around Molly’s and pushed downward, locking a step-over-toe-hold on the bulky blonde. Flat on her back, Molly slapped at the mat and barked angrily as her limb was twisted around Barbara’s. The curly-maned cutie had admirably recovered and now had the larger blonde in trouble as she worked over her leg.

Finally, after contorting Molly’s leg for a few more moments, Barbara released it, but then stomped her foot down into Molly’s yielding tummy, causing her to roll onto her side and blubber loudly. Barbara paused to catch her breath as Molly slowly rolled over onto all fours before wrapping one arm around her midsection. In a three point stance, Molly then felt her head lurch upward as Barbara grabbed a handful of her hair. But as Barbara began to pull Molly up onto her feet, the burly blonde balled her hand into a fist and fired a hard shot into the bottom of Barbara’s gut, just below her belly button.

As Barbara doubled over, Molly got to her feet and grabbed a fistful of Barbara’s thick, curly hair before shoving her back into the corner. Molly then blasted a huge forearm smash down into Barbara’ chest, jarring the pretty, smaller woman. Barbara fell forward as Molly then set herself alongside of her and trapped her in a side headlock.

Across the ring, Melissa continued to choke Adina, but Molly then yelled over to her, holding Barbara bent down at her side. Molly motioned with her head, and Melissa understood what she was alluding to. With her hand still squeezing Adina’s windpipe, Melissa took her free hand and fired a brutal uppercut into Adina’s extended midsection.

Bawling out loud, Adina folded forward and Melissa quickly trapped her in a side headlock as well. She then glanced back across at Molly and, after taking a deep breath, nodded her head. Molly took the signal and a moment later, both women began to charge toward the center of the ring on a collision course. With each of them pulling their victims along in the side headlock, it didn’t take long before they met in the middle of the ring, slamming the top of each of their victim’s heads into the other.

The crowd leaped to their feet after hearing the sickening CRACK, Barbara tumbling back onto her butt, her eyes opened but completely devoid of responsiveness as she sat upright, completely out of it. Adina fell backward as well, but crumbled down onto her side, cradling the top of her head in her arms. Molly and Melissa meanwhile gave each other a high-five as their two casualties suffered below them. They then took the opportunity to parade around the ring with their arms overhead, showing off the bodies that had finished in the bottom two positions in the contest. The majority of the crowd booed at them as the two then turned to Flora, who sat on her throne, watching casually. Melissa pointed at Flora before issuing a warning to her.

“You’re next bitch!” she exclaimed.

Flora smiled before glancing at the clock, seeing that there was still 5 minutes left before The Gauntlet expired. With Melissa and Molly both breathing heavily and Adina and Barbara still in la la land, she wasn’t too worried!

But after concluding their celebration, Molly and Melissa turned their attention back to the opponents who were in the ring. Melissa stormed over to Adina and stood at the bottom of her legs, reaching down to grab hold of her ankles. But though her head was throbbing painfully, Adina had the presence of mind to kick her legs free, preventing Melissa from grabbing hold of them. Undaunted, Melissa stepped forward and again reached down to grab Adina by the ankles, but this time the well-trained rookie hooked one of her legs behind Melissa’s and then kicked her in the hip with the other. The shove was enough to force Melissa backward, and with her legs hooked by Adina’s other leg, she tumbled down onto her back, her head snapping backward upon landing and striking the mat hard.

Molly meanwhile stood behind Barbara who was still seated upright, but still out of it. She reached down, cupped her hands beneath Barbara’s chin and then pulled upward, causing the battered bikini-contest-runner-up to lift off the mat, her neck strained agonizingly in the process. Barbara’s butt lifted several inches off of the mat as Molly held her there, Barbara’ face contorted in pain as Molly’s hands clenched tightly against her cheeks, squeezing her pretty face. Finally Molly dropped Barbara back down, the pretty soccer mom bouncing against the mat until she finally settled in a seated position.

Adina meanwhile finally had an opportunity as Melissa remained flat on her back, her head now throbbing as well. Not wasting any time, Adina then slid closer to Melissa, the two grappler’s legs now directly across from each other. The Pakistani then sat up and grabbed hold of Melissa’s right leg before wrapping around her won and finally applying a figure four leg lock.

Immediately Melissa began to scream in agony, her knee feeling as if it was about to pop through her skin. Her boyfriend Berto rushed up to ringside and began to yell to his girlfriend, trying to coach her on how to escape.

“Come on Melissa! Kick out esse’!”

Though she heard his instructions, there was now way she could escape. Adina was seated directly below her and had the hold locked on so well that Melissa had now way out. With no referee to submit to, Melissa felt her leg muscles being stretched to their limit. In desperation, she screamed to Molly to come and help her.

“OOOOWWWW! MOLLY! HH ... EE … LLL … PPP!”

Molly meanwhile had Barbara well under control and had begun to pull her onto her feet by the hair. Hearing Melissa’s pleas, Molly looked over and saw that she was trapped in the devastating submission hold. But instead of rushing over to help, she instead pretended not to hear the cries for help and continued ripping Barbara upright before shoving one arm between Barbara’s legs and wrapping the other around her neck. She then hoisted Barbara into the air, upending her in the process. With Barbara’s body dangling off of her, Molly turned away from Melissa and began to snicker. Melissa’s agonized cries were clearly audible, but she instead slowly marched Barbara over to the side ropes and stood there for a moment, keeping her opponent elevated.

“Oh this is just going to be toooo easy!” she chuckled to herself.

Melissa meanwhile was furiously slapping the mat, tears starting to fill her eyes from the unbearable hold she was trapped in. With Berto’s voice screaming for her to break free in the background, Melissa couldn’t take much more. But finally Molly dropped Barbara's legs down onto the ropes, the pretty soccer mom’s knees bending over the top one to keep her upended body propped up there. Barbara was sweating freely now and the streams of sweat began to drip down her body and toward her face as she hung from the ropes, helpless.

Molly menawhile turned her attention away from the hanging Barbara and pretended to rush over to Adina, finally coming up behind her before dropping her elbow down into the side of Adina’s neck. Howling from the painful attack, Adina’s head fell to her side, her legs uncoiling from Melissa’s, finally free her from the leg lock. Melissa also rolled onto her side, bending her injured leg in toward her body as she wrapped her arm around it.

Molly stood there for a moment, basking in the situation. She had Barbara draped off of the ropes on one side, Adina rolling on her side and massaging her aching neck below her and Melissa also on the mat just a few feet away, her aching leg possibly injured. So with all three in dire straits, Molly felt in control and ready to dish out more punishment.

She first turned her attention to Adina, her old rival and former employee. Molly wanted nothing better than to destroy Adina, and she now had that chance. So she stormed over to the fallen Pakistani and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her up onto her feet. Adina rose from the rough hairpull as Molly yanked her closer so that the two were face to face.

“So we finally meet again Adina. Well this time I’m going to hurt you even worse than the last ……”

But before Molly could utter the final word, Adina used a move similar to the one she had used against Melissa by wrapping one leg around the back of Molly’s and then shoving her backward. Molly’s large, soft body tumbled backward like a freshly cut tree before she hit the canvas hard, Adina standing over.

“That’s called a Russian Leg Sweep Molly. I learned that in my training so I’m well prepared for you this time.”

She then grabbed Molly’s ankle, pulled her leg up in the air and wrapped it around her own, trapping her in a textbook step over toe hold. Flat on her back, Molly slapped at the mat as Adina pressed down on her leg, bending it awkwardly. She kept the pressure on as Molly growled angrily, unable to break the hold. Adina’s adrenaline was pumping as she finally had the chance to affect some revenge against the woman who had humiliated her so badly just a few months ago. But after torturing Molly’s legs for a short while longer, she finally released the hold, dropping Molly’s leg to the mat before stepping closer and stomping her foot down into Molly’s soft gut.

As the beleaguered blonde rolled onto her side, Melissa had slowly gotten to her feet and quietly limped up behind Adina, her leg still aching. Melissa was not aware that Molly had taken her time to assist her earlier, assuming that she helped her as soon as she could. So now she was preparing to return the favor as she began to reach forward and grab Adina in a chokehold.

But Barbara, still dangling from the ropes and unable to pull her legs off of them, was watching the events unfold. Even though the events were unfolding upside down, she could still see everything. Well aware that Melissa and Molly were acting in tandem, Barbara decided to even the score and yelled a warning to Adina before Melissa could grab hold of her.

"Adina… behind you!"

Unaware that Melissa had snuck up behind her, Adina heeded the warning and turned quickly, noticing that Melissa was directly in back of her. She quickly cocked her arm and fired her elbow straight back, ramming it into Melissa’s gut. As Melissa doubled over, Adina reached back and grabbed her, hip tossing the Puerto Rican toughie to the mat.

With Molly and Melissa both below her, Adina then turned to Barbara, who pitifully begged for help.

"Please … I can’t break free…"

Adina paused, debating her options before finally deciding to heed Barbara's please, at least somewhat. She walked over to Barbara, grabbed her legs and tossed them off of the ropes, allowing the cutie to fall back into the ring. Barbara rolled onto her side and then grabbed hold of the ropes, using them to pull her up onto her feet. But as Barbara finally stood up, Adina greeted her with a knee to the gut, doubling Barbara over.

“Sorry, but I’m in this to win.” she whispered to Barbara before scooping her up, barely lifting her body over the top rope and dumping her out of the ring.

Barbara landed hard on the ring apron but did not roll off. Adina stared down at her, but then after debating her next move, finally drove her foot into Barbara’s belly and ultimately forced her to roll off of the ring apron and down onto the concrete floor.

A referee rushed over to Barbara outside of the ring and began to count, the crowd joining in. She had ten seconds to get back in the ring or be eliminated, but as the count reached five, she was still on the floor. She finally got to her knees just as the count reached ten and glanced up at Adina as she was officially eliminated. The two exchanged an intense stare before a voice blared over the speakers.

“With 3 minutes left, Barbara has been officially eliminated. Adina is the next runner up and if she can survive The Gauntlet for the remaining 3 minutes, will move on to the final match.”

But with Barbara staring back up into the ring, she was unaware that Flora had jumped down off of her throne and snuck up behind her. Flora quickly grabbed a handful of hair from the back of Barbara’s head, secured her grip, and then began running toward the corner, towing Barbara alongside of her.

As they reached the corner outside of the ring, Barbara’s eyes opened widely as she saw the metal ringpost drawing closer. But there was little she could do as Flora rammed the top of her head into the steel beam, causing a loud CLANK to fill the arena.

Immediately Barbara’s legs went limp and she collpaosed to the ground, knocked unconscious by the brutal, sneaky blow as she became a sweaty heap of heaving flesh. Flora meanwhile stood over her, staring down at her victim with a sinister sneer on her face.

Meanwhile, back up in the ring, Melissa charged up behind Adina; who was still leaning against the ropes and staring out of the ring to watch the action; and rammed her elbow down into the back of Adina’s neck. The blow was brutal and sent a tingle down Adina’s spine as she collapsed onto the ropes, Melissa still standing behind her. But as Melissa stared down at the suffering Adina, Molly snuck up behind her and sent the exact same elbow smash down into the back of Melissa’s neck, repeating the attack she had just delivered to Adina.

Melissa collapsed to her knees, reaching back to grab the beaten area. But Molly continued the assault, grabbing Melissa by the hair and pulling her onto her feet. She then shoved her throat down onto the top rope and began using it to choke her. Melissa struggled to get free but Molly kept her trapped while pressing down on the back of her neck to choke her.

Adina meanwhile was still laying against the ropes just to the side of Molly, so the vicious blonde used her free hand to grab Adina, forcing her throat down onto the cable and using it to choke her too. With Molly standing between them, she pushed both of her opponent’s throats down onto each the rope, her two victims floundering as a result. Finally, as the clock began to wind down, she knew that she need to get them both out of the ring. So releasing the back of their necks, she grabbed the rope with both hands and quickly yanked it in toward her, propelling both women off of it and sending them shooting back in toward the ring.

In unison they each tumbled back into the ring and landed face down. Molly then rushed over to Melissa and sent a powerful stomp down into her back to keep her flattened against the canvas. She then ripped Adina up by the hair, grabbed her by the arm and shot her across the ring. Adina charged forward before dipping into the ropes and ricocheting back toward Molly. The blonde met her with a vicious clothesline that lifted Adina off of her feet and sent her shooting forward before crashing to the canvas once again.

With Adina suffering, Molly walked over to Melissa, who by now had gotten up onto all fours. Molly rushed up alongside her and then brutally stomped her foot down into the back of Melissa’s head, knocking her to the canvas once more. Molly was in complete control now and both of her victims were evidence of that fact. So she finally decided it was time to put them away, starting with Adina. Ripping her onto her feet she scooped her up and then carried her to the side of the ring before dumping her over the top rope.

Adina’s body sailed over the rope and did not even hit the ring apron, falling all the way down to the concrete floor where she landed so hard that it was obvious she was not getting up anytime soon. The ref moved in anyway and 10 seconds later, she was counted out and another announcement made.

“With 1 minute and 30 seconds left, Adina has been eliminated. Melissa is the next runner up. If she can survive The Gauntlet for the remaining 1 minute and 30 seconds, she will move on to the final match.”

But Molly had no intention of allowing Melissa to survive and immediately set out to eliminate her. Melissa meanwhile had gotten herself up onto her knees but she was exhausted. Breathing and sweating heavily, Melissa’s face was red, her hair a soaking wet, disheveled mess and her body saturated with her own perspiration. But as Molly approached her, Berto fiercely yelled up at her to get ready.

“Let’s go Melissa! You gotta kick some ass for the last minute and a half!”

Melissa turned to look at him and though very much a tough chick, she was putty in Bertos’ hands. She nodded to him with puppy dog eyes, but before she knew it, Molly was on top of her. Melissa raised her hands to thwart Molly’s charge, but the beefy blonde easily snatched hold of Melissa’s left wrist and pulled up on it, extending the left side of the kneeling Puerto Rican’s body in the process. Molly then sent a brutal stomp into Melissa’s ribcage, causing her to howl in pain before crumbling forward.

But Molly maintained her grip of Melissa’s wrist and used it to pull her upright once more, the tough chick’s left side once again lengthened and vulnerable as she remained on her knees. Molly sent another stomp into Melissa's rib before repateing the manaeuver, this time her foot landing in Melissa's left breast and causing it to shake wildly as she howled in pain. But Molly showed no mercy, yanking Melissa's left side up again, the Puerto Rican cuties's wet skin clearly showing blemishes from the attack. Before attacking yet again however, Molly leaned closer and whispered to Melissa, taunting her battered foe.

“You didn’t REALLY think I was going to give you a chance to win, did you? But thanks for helping ME win!”

With that Molly punted her foot into Melissa’s ribs once more.

“AAWWWWW” shrieked Melissa as she collapsed forward and curled into a ball, Molly releasing her wrist before glancing toward the clock, which read 1:00.

With her wounded opponent below her, Molly knew it was time to put her away once and for all. So reaching down, she grabbed a handful of Melissa’s wet, matted hair and heaved her onto her feet. Barely able to stand straight from the pain in her ribs, Melissa wavered as Molly moved closer and shoved her shoulder into Melissa’s gut. She then wrapped her arm around the back of Melissa’s thighs and hoisted her sweat soaked body onto her shoulder, carrying the pummeled Puerto Rican like a sack of potatoes.

“Grab her Melissa! Grab her and don’t let go!” screamed Berto.

Trying to obey his orders, Melissa wrapped her arms around Molly’s waist as she dangled off the back of her. Molly was irritated by the instructions having hoped to simply dump Melissa over the ropes. But since she was now holding on tightly, Molly would have to resort to plan B.

She marched toward the corner and then turned to face away from it as Melissa kept a tight grip around her waist. With Melissa hanging off of her back, Molly then charged backward, ramming Melissa’s upended body against the turnbuckle. The collision shook the entire ring as Melissa groaned, but kept holding on.

“You keep holding on Melissa! Only 40 seconds to go!” Berto screamed.

But Molly was determined and stepped forward before charging backward once more. Melissa’s body quivered from the impact, her back in tremendous pain. But relentless Molly repeated the move a third time and after yet another violent collision, could no longer hold on.

As her upper body fell down Molly’s back, her blonde attacker then hoisted Melissa’s bulky legs back over her shoulder, forcing the beat-up brunette’s lower body to twirl overhead before her legs fell over the top ropes on either side of the corner. Molly took a few steps forward before turning to face her now upended victim. Melissa’s legs were bent over the ropes, her upper body hanging off of them as the blood rushed to her head, sweat streaming down ehr face and body.

Molly then placed her hands down outside of each of Melissa’s legs, grabbing the ropes for leverage before she unleashed a barrage of furious stomps into Melissa’s already battered body. Blow after blow caused Melissa’s body to waver about, sweat spewing off of it from each kick.

Finally, after pounding her foe mercilessly, Molly finally grabbed her legs and hauled them off of the ropes, sending the Puerto Rican's body whirling back into the ring before it crashed to the mat at Molly’s feet. Glancing up at the clock, Molly saw that there was now under a minute left and knew that she had to act quickly. So reaching down, she grabbed Melissa by the hair and began to haul her onto her feet once again.

Groggy, in pain and greatly fatigued, Melissa was forced upright, but as Molly tried to hoist Melissa onto her shoulders for a second time, the feisty Puerto Rican girl shoved her forearm up beneath Molly’s chin in a desperate attempt to prevent it. Molly gagged as her throat was attacked, retreating a few steps as Melissa slumped back into the corner.

With only 10 seconds left on the clock, Molly charged her opponent and fired a forearm into Melissa’s chest forcing her to sprawl back into the corner. The agitated blonde then thrust her arm between Melissa’s legs, but before she could lift her, Melissa wound her arms over the top ropes on either side of her, clutching on tightly. Molly noticed the reaction of her foe and adjusted her grip, now grabbing hold of both of Melissa’s legs and using them to pull her lower body up and out from the corner. Melissa kept her arms wound tightly over the ropes so as a result, her lower body was being pulled out of the corner while she held on for dear life.

“Let go Melissa. Don’t make me hurt you!” Molly warned, her voice now angry.

But Melissa was steadfast and refused to budge, instead wrapping her legs around Molly’s waist for another safeguard. Molly was furious as the seconds ticked away, so she raised her arms over her head, joining them together in a combined fist. With Melissa’s body still stretched in front of her, Molly then fired her joined fists down into Melissa’s wet, susceptible belly.

THUMP! Though her body bounced from the blow, Melissa did not relinquish either her grasp of the ropes nor her legs from around Molly’s waist. The crowd meanwhile had begun to count down the final seconds and though Molly fired another brutal double-fisted blow into Melissa’s already pummeled belly, the bell rang to signal the end of THE GAUNTLET!

Melissa had survived, but Molly wasn’t happy, nor was she doen with her yet. Enraged that Melissa had taken everything she had given her, Molly fired a furious flurry of punches down into Melissa’s battered belly before finally pushing away from her, Melissa crumbling to the mat and rolling onto her side, her midsection numb from the beating it had taken.

But the crowd was roaring for the fast and furious action they had witnessed as the announcer climbed up into the ring and one of the attendants slowly helped Melissa to her feet. She could barely stand erect as her arm was raised overhead.

“THE SURVIVOR OF THE GAUNTLET AND NOW MOVING ON TO FACE FLORA FOR THE BIKINI WRESTLER OF THE YEAR TITLE ….. MELISSA !”

The young Puerto Rican could barely bring a smile to her lips as her face cringed in pain with each movement she took. As Berto yelled up his congratulations, Melissa wasn’t so sure that surviving THE GAUNTLET was a good thing. Hunched over, a puddle developing on the mat around ehr as the sweat poured off of ehr body, she knew that she would now have to face a fresh and ready Flora in a one-on-one match. She could barely stand on her own power, but her night wasn't over yet!

THE END OF PART I

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