Brit vs. Peaches
Women’s Division Championship Match

The long anticipated championship match between two of the Women’s Division best wrestlers was about to get underway, and the crowd was buzzing with anticipation. Back in the locker room, Peaches had arrived earlier with her Aunt Felizia, one of the newest wrestlers in the federation who had won a spot in the Veteran’s Division via the recently concluded Amateur Elimination Tournament. Having a close relationship with her aunt, Peaches had asked her to attend the match and escort her to ringside, a request to which Felizia was happy to accept. Each clad in a skimpy bikini, Peaches had begun to stretch as her aunt stood by and watch her niece proudly. After Peaches had completed her stretching, Felizia then continued to assist with her nieces’ preparation by spraying a fine mist of oil on her chest and body, rubbing it in just as Brit entered the locker room.

“Hello love, good to see you again!” Brit chirped in her melodic English accent to greet her upcoming opponent.

Peaches shook her hand, stepping away from her aunt as Brit smiled before glancing over at Felizia.

“Is this your mum?” Brit asked, a sly smile on her face at having witnessed the sexy scene of the oil massage.

Felizia did not look very happy with the question and scowled at the blonde, British bombshell, though Peaches took no offense, answering the question cheerfully.

“No, she’s not my mother. This is my Aunt Felizia, the newest member of the Veteran’s Division!” she announced proudly.

“Oh yes, I heard you were quite impressive in the tournament. And quite an impressive set of boobies you’ve got there too! Very nice to meet you Felizia!” Brit exclaimed with a smile as she stuck her hand out to shake.

Still leery, Felizia reluctantly shook Brit’s hand, squeezing hard to demonstrate her strength while passing some of the oil onto Brit’s hand in the process.

“Hmmmm …. You are quite strong and quite the slippery one too!” Brit teased while wiping her own hands together.

Despite the fact that Brit and Peaches were competitors in the Women’s Division, the two seemed to share a cordial relationship as well as several commonalities. Both were still relatively new to the Women’s Division, each joining a little over a year ago. They both had also defeated common opponents, with each earning a victory over Estela and Flora, the latest victory over Flora earning Brit the Women’s Division Title. But Peaches victory over Flora was even more recent, and had earned her the title shot. But what was most interesting was that in that match, Brit had actually served as a special guest referee.

The match had been vicious, and near the end, Flora took the advantage, tying Peaches up in the ropes before exiting the ring and goading referee Brit to “come and get her”. Never one to back down from a challenge, Brit chased Flora outside of the ring, but was then ambushed when Flora smashed a metal chair down onto her head, knocking her out cold. With Brit knocked out and no ref remaining, flora took the metal chair up into the ring, intending to sue it against Peaches as well, though the buxom, perky brunette recovered and reversed the attempt, using the chair against Flora and knocking her out as Brit eventually recovered and slapped out the final three count.

The match concluded with Brit and Peaches each exiting the arena together, well aware that the next match would be against each other, with the championship on the line. So now that the night had come, the two reminisced for a few more moments before finally Brit excused herself and slipped into her outfit before beginning her own preparations.

Wearing a sparkling black one piece cut dangerously high on her hips to reveal a small, temporary Union Jack tattoo near her groin and with a large oval cut out of the middle, Brit stretched her arms high overhead as she dipped from side to side. She then slowly reached down to touch the tips of her matching black boots, demonstrating her dexterity while also surreptitiously showing off her long, lithe body to her opponent. Peaches watched her opponent extend her limber frame while her aunt distributed the oil on her own nimble body, Brit secretly glancing over to appraise her opponent. It was clear that the two were posturing, each trying to intimidate the other, though in a very subtle manner. Just a short while later, the two were called to the ring, Brit walking over to Peaches and wishing her luck before they entered the arena.

“Your family has some remarkable genes love, that’s quite an impressive set of boobies you’ve got yourself!” Brit remarked as Peaches large, glistening chest protruded forward from beneath her skimpy blue bikini top. “And if I’m not mistaken, those plump little dumplings are also used finish off your victims! I had better be on guard for that!” she concluded with a chuckle.

“That’s right! And those dumplings ….. as you call them ….. will be the last thing you see before Peaches takes your title!” Felizia interjected with conspicuous animosity, proudly referring to her nieces’ finishing move.

After rendering all of her previous opponents helpless and trapping them in a grapevine pin, Peaches then finished them off by smothering them with her chest, a fact not lost on Brit. So ignoring Felizia’s disrespectful tone, the British blonde nonetheless replied with humor.

“Oh goodness, I hope not! I do so dislike having an oily complexion!” Brit chuckled.

Peaches smiled slyly, her pretty brown eyes twinkling to match the shimmer of her oiled body as she was escorted to the entrance as the first of the two to be introduced. As the announcer quieted the crowd, Peaches and Felizia stood on the other side of the door leading into the arena, exchanging a final hug before making their way inside.

“Welcome ladies and gentlemen to a great night of wrestling. Tonight we feature a match for the Women’s Division Championship. So let’s get started. Introducing first ….. the challenger …… at 26 years of age …. Standing 5 foot 5 inches tall and weighing a luscious 120 pounds …. She is undefeated and the number one contender …. Escorted by her Aunt Felizia …. Please welcome ….. PEACHES !”

As the doors burst open, Felizia led the way in her skimpy green bikini. She cleared the path for Peaches, who followed close behind, the crowd erupting in cheers for the popular beauty as she smiled widely and waved to the fans. Felizia proudly marched ahead of her and as they reached ringside, hopped up onto the ring apron and separated the ropes for her niece to climb through. Once in the ring, Peaches cavorted around it, skipping to all four sides and waving to the fans, a flurry of whistles and catcalls directed at her. Felizia stood aside, full of pride as she watched her niece being adored by the fans.

But then the announcer continued as the cheers gradually died down.

“And her opponent tonight ….. she is the current Women’s Division Champion making her first title defense ….. at 37 years of age ….. standing 5 foot 7 inches tall and weighing a sexy 126 pounds …… please welcome the Champ ….. BRIT !”

With another loud roar from the crowd, Brit skipped down the aisle to ringside, blowing kisses to the fans as the championship belt hung off her waist. Hopping to ringside, she jumped up onto the ring apron before bounding over the top rope and into the ring. She then paraded around it, her arms thrust high overhead as she then pointed to her belt. Peaches stood in her corner and watched, Aunt Felizia by her side, scowling at the blonde champ. As Felizia walked to the side of the ring and prepared to exit, Brit skipped up next to her and leaned closer, whispering in her ear.

“I’m sure you are quite fond of your niece love, but I hope you don’t intend to interfere in our match in any way.” Brit whispered sternly.

Felizia stared her directly in the eye, her Brazilian blood coursing through her veins as she paused, the brief conference an intense one. Peaches watched, nervous that her aunt would act rashly, though Felizia showed restraint and simply growled back a warning to the champ.

“Don’t give me a reason to interfere, and I won’t !” Felizia whispered threateningly before climbing out of the ring as Brit made her way to her corner.

Standing in opposite corners now, the two women stared at each other, each twitching and stretching as they waited for the bell. The crowd was abuzz as well as they stared up at the two beauties, anxious for the match to get underway. Finally the bell rang and it was time to start wrestling!

The two women each moved out of their corners quickly, circling towards each other before, with a sudden burst, each darted forward. They quickly engaged in some had to hand combat before Brit was able to seize Peaches arm and quickly armdrag her to the canvas. Landing flat on her back, Peaches sprawled apart as Brit tried to keep the grip on her arm, but the younger woman forcefully pulled it away, Peaches limber arm slipping through Brit’s hands. Each got up quickly and faced each other, Brit trying to wipe the oil on her hands onto her outfit as Peaches rushed her. But the blonde quickly stomped forward, kicking the sole of her boot into the front of Peaches thigh as the youngster backpedalled. But Brit was on her quickly, trapping her in a front headlock as the two faced toward each other, Peaches hunched forward with her head trapped beneath Brit’s arm.

Brit tightened her grip on the youngster’s neck, but then with a quick twist, jerked Peaches head to the side and dropped her to the mat, Peaches again landing on her back as Brit was perched above her head. Sliding one leg beneath the youngster’s neck, Brit then dropped her other leg on top of it, locking her in a leg scissors. Flailing her legs as she grunted in her sweet, girlish voice, Peaches was trapped in the sexy hold as Brit, propped herself up with her arms, placing her hands on the canvas on either side of her body. Squeezing her long, shapely legs around Peaches neck, Brit grimaced from the pressure she was applying, Peaches continuing to thrash her legs in protest.

“Kick out Peaches! Kick out!” shouted Felizia from ringside, though her niece was unable to do so.

“Don’t listen to your auntie love, I’ve got you too tightly bound for you to kick out!” Brit whispered to her victim as she continued to choke her with her legs.

Reaching forward, Brit then tried to grab hold of one of Peaches legs to roll her into a pin, though the youngsters violent flailing prevented her attempt. Backing away for a moment, Brit gave another tight squeeze around the youngster’s neck with her legs before reaching down once more, though this time Peaches showed her flexibility by curling her right leg inward and violently kicking it forward to strike Brit in the side of the head. The blow jarred Brit’s head to the side as her legs loosened up, allowing Peaches to squirm free from between them.

Disoriented from the blow to the head, Brit remained seated as Peaches hopped up to her feet and rushed over to her, snatching a handful of the blonde’s hair and ripping her onto her feet. Jerked from the canvas by the hair, Brit was then quickly scooped up from between her legs, hoisted into the air by her groin and shoulders and slammed to the canvas on her back, Peaches pounding her body against the mat. With the ring still shaking from the impact, Peaches stood up, again grabbing a handful of Brit’s shoulder length blonde hair and pulling her into a seated position. Setting herself directly behind Brit, the younger woman then reached down and interlocked her own fingers beneath Brit’s jaw, pulling her head backward as she planted her knee in the back of Brit’s neck.

The British beauty began to squeal as her head was awkwardly jerked backward from beneath her chin while Peaches continued to drive her knee into the back of Brit’s neck. Trapped in the painful hold, Brit’s legs spread apart in front of her as her right leg kicked up and down in protest, her arms circling out to her sides in another exhibit of her pain. Her pretty face contorted in pain as her chest projected forward, a result of the awkward hold she was trapped in. Peaches continued to yank up on Brit’s jaw, forcing her rear end to lift a few inches off of the canvas as her head bent inelegantly backward. The blonde continued to wail in pain until finally Peaches removed her knee from the back of Brit’s neck, spreading her own legs apart before pushing down on Brit’s face to drop her backward. Falling onto her back between Peaches legs, the blonde’s arm fell over her head, but Peaches then quickly dropped forward to drive her knee into Brit’s vulnerable midsection.

With her leg dropping directly between Brit’s exposed cleavage, Peaches knee dug down deep into Brit’s intestinal cavity, causing the blonde to howl in pain once more. Peaches continued to grind her knee even deeper into the taut tummy of the British blonde, causing Brit to howl even louder. Finally, Peaches pushed herself onto her feet again, unfortunately for Brit, she did so by pushing her knee even deeper into the blonde’s belly until she shot herself upward. Flat on her back and with her arms grabbing for her aching midsection, Brit them found her legs being grabbed by the youngster, who secured a hold of each ankle and then pulled Brit’s long, lithe legs up in the air.

Standing between Brit’s spread legs as she stared down at her aching adversary, Peaches smile as she lifted her own foot. She then glanced down between Brit’s spread legs, glancing at the British flag on Brit’s inner thigh. The blonde looked up helplessly, realizing what was in store, and pleading for mercy.

“No … not the naughty bits …. PLEASE!” Brit pleaded, nodding her head from side to side.

But as Peaches lifted her boot further in the air, Brit looked up and noticed an American flag on the sole of Peaches elevated boot. She again shook her head as she continued to plead, Peaches smiling as she held her foot erect for a moment further.

“I like where my flag is better, don’t you?!?!” Peaches goaded before stomping her boot down and slamming it into Brit’s crotch.

The British beauty again howled out loud, Peaches lifting her foot before sending another stomp down into the sensitive region, scraping the side of her boot against the Union Jack tattoo on Brit’s inner thigh before mashing the sole of her boot between Brit’s legs.

“OOHHHHH … OOOOHHHHHH … OOHHHHHHH!” shrieked the blonde as she snapped her legs closed and rolled onto her side, Peaches circling her with a cutesy walk as Brit suffered below her.

The crowd cheered as Peaches strolled around the fallen champ, shaking her hips to the delight of the crowd, including her aunt who watched from ringside. The vicious attack had left Brit in tremendous pain as her groin ached badly. But Peaches then went back to work, again snatching Brit by the hair and hauling her onto her feet. Securing a grip on her right arm with both hands, she dragged the hobbling champ to the side ropes before whipping her across the ring, Brit charging toward the opposite ropes as her body dipped against them. But the champ was able to hook her arms over the top one, and as her body shook while she held herself in place, Peaches charged at her, lowering her head to drive her shoulder into Brit’s gut. But the champ lifted her knee in the path of Peaches charge, and with her head bowed to deliver maximum impact, Peaches did not notice that her target had changed. As such, the top of her head rammed into Brit’s knee, striking it with a dull THUD!

The blow sent Peaches stumbling backward until she landed on her butt in a seated position. Visibly shaken, she sat there for a moment as Brit slowly pushed herself off of the ropes and hobbled over to the fallen challenger. Grabbing Peaches by the hair, Brit forced her to crawl forward on her hands and knees before shoving her forward, Peaches falling between the bottom two ropes as her upper body came to rest, face down, on the ring apron, her chest lying against the bottom rope.

The crowd again reacted, cheering the fast and furious action as Brit knelt down alongside Peaches, grabbing her wrist and pulling them back into the ring, beneath the bottom rope. With Peaches upper body still resting on top of the rope, her arms were pulled beneath it as Brit stood up and grabbed hold of Peaches ankles, pushing her legs up into the air and curling them in toward the ropes as well. Peaches body began to bend backward, her armpits now wedged against the bottom rope to hold her upper body in place as her legs were forced to curl over the top one. Brit continued to push on Peaches legs until they bent over the top rope, her body now rolled backward. Brit then reached through the ropes and grabbed the middle rope, pulling it upward so that it snapped against the front of Peaches boots to hold her body in the upended, coiled position.

The crowd went nuts as Peaches dangled, upside down, off of the cables, her spine curved awkwardly as her midsection was left completely vulnerable. Brit then backed away, her face still twisted in pain from the earlier attack, and a fire in her eyes as she stared at her trapped opponent. Felizia rushed over and tried to free her niece from the entanglement, but Brit moved in, cocked her arm, and sent a series of straight jabs into Peaches defenseless, exposed belly.

FWAP ….. FWAP ….. FWAP ….. FWAP

Four stiff jabs landed in the pit of the upended youngster’s midsection as her body quivered with each blow. The dangling navel ring Peaches was wearing shook violently as Brit backed away, Felizia jumping up onto the ring apron and uncoiling the rope from Peaches boots to allow them to unfurl back into the ring. Brit rushed in, but Felizia quickly dropped down to the floor and pulled on Peaches arms to drag her out of the ring, Brit standing above her, glaring down at the Brazilian veteran.

“I thought we had agreed you weren’t to interfere auntie?” Brit chided the older woman.

But after Felizia helped Peaches to a kneeling position, she stood up and confronted the champ, addressing her claim.

“I warned you not to give me a reason to interfere, but if you are going to use the ropes to fight dirty, then I’m going to defend my niece! So why don’t you come down here and try that with me?!?!?” Felizia challenged.

“All in due course auntie. But right now, this match is between me and your niece!” Brit replied before turning and walking toward the far corner.

Reaching the corner, Brit slumped back against the ropes, her crotch still aching from the earlier attack as Peaches gradually got to her feet, she and her aunt huddling together before Peaches began to climb back into the ring.

“If you’re a REAL champ, then let her get back into the ring and have a fair fight!” Felizia yelled up at Brit, who nodded in agreement while slowly pushing herself out of the corner.

Peaches climbed up onto the ring apron, rolled beneath the ropes and grabbed hold of the middle one to get to her feet, Brit allowing her to re-enter the ring untouched as Felizia watched closely, ready to jump in if needed. But she did not need to interfere as Brit allowed Peaches to get to her feet as the two began to gradually circle each other, staring into each other’s eyes. Peaches was clearly in pain as she hunched forward and set her arms in front of her, ready for an attack. Brit meanwhile still had a hint of a limp as she too circled, the two women moving more deliberately than at the start of the match.

After completing a full revolution, they charged at each other, locking arms and struggling before Brit pushed Peaches away, reared back and fired a forearm into the youngster’s abundant bosom. Peaches chest shook up and down as she took a step back, but then regrouped and retaliated, delivering her own forearm to Brit’s copious cleavage. Brit’s reaction was similar as she faltered back a step, but she again charged in and pounded another blow into the youngster’s chest, Peaches shaking, though she stood her ground. Brit coked her arm for another blow, but Peaches curled her hand into a fist, adjusted her stance, and fired a ferocious right hook which caught Brit square on the jaw. As if on a pivot, Brit’s head was jarred backward as her knees grew wobbly. She dropped her hands for a second, clearly stunned by the powerful blow.

“Hit her again!” yelled Felizia from ringside as Peaches rushed in, cocked her arm and pounded a brutal uppercut into Brit’s midsection.

The blow sent Brit stumbling back into the corner as her right arm flew over the top rope. Peaches punching power was notorious, a fact well known to Brit, though she had not effectively protected herself from the threat. Instead she was left faltering in the corner as Peaches moved in, Brit unable to adequately defend herself as she dangled off of the ropes.

Grabbing a handful of hair from the top of the champ’s head, Peaches ripped her upright before plunging herself forward. As their bodies collided, Peaches shoved Brit’s face into her heaving, glistening cleavage before wrapping her arms around the back of her head to wedge the champ’s face tightly against it. The fans erupted in cheers at the sight as the blonde’s face was completely submerged in Peaches bosom, her arms flailing out to her sides. Peaches then pulled Brit from the corner, keeping the grip in place. Bent forward with her face still crammed into her opponent’s bust, Brit was in trouble, and Peaches knew it. Starting to feel the championship belt within her grasp, Peaches then hoisted her knee upward, driving it into Brit’s gut and jarring the sexy blonde, whose face remained imbedded in Peaches bosom. The younger woman then repeated the debilitating blow, landing another knee into Brit’s belly and driving her to down to one knee, her face finally freed from Peaches smothering chest.

Gasping for air with her face shimmering from the oil transferred off of Peaches bosom, Brit teetered on one knee, her right arm wrapped around her aching midsection. Standing in front of the kneeling champion, the self-assured challenger looked down at her, well aware that she was now in control.

“Sorry about the oily complexion champ ….. I know how much you do so dislike it!” Peaches tauntingly declared in a mock British accent, referencing Brit’s pre-match comments. “But I do so want to become the champ myself …. soooooo!” she concluded, giggling as she moved in and once more snatched a handful of the still breathless blonde’s hair.

The challenger began to rip upward on Brit’s mane but the champ suddenly dove forward, wrapping her arms around Peaches knees and squeezing them together. The two battled for a few moments, Brit on her knees and clenching tightly to Peaches huddled legs while the younger challenger struggled to maintain her balance while still yanking on Brit’s hair with her right hand while sending a straight punch downward with her left, landing it between the blonde’s creamy shoulders.

Brit let out a loud yelp, but nonetheless drove her body forward, forcing Peaches to topple down onto her back. The noise in the arena became deafening as Brit scrambled to grab hold of Peaches legs, quickly securing a grip before rolling the busty brunette onto her stomach. Desperately trying to break free, Peaches could not liberate her shapely legs from Brit’s grasp however as the champ then dropped down onto her, ramming both of her knees into the small of Peaches back.

With her head shooting upward, Peaches howled in pain as Brit crawled up her back, planting each of her knees in the back of the youngsters’ shoulders. Positioning her kneecaps directly behind the joint where each of Peaches arms met the shoulder, Brit then reached forward and grabbed hold of the challengers’ forearms, pulling up on them. Peaches began to shriek in her high-pitched voice as her arms were bent backward, Brit keeping her knees planted in the back of her shoulders to increase the intensity of the hold.

“Sorry ‘bout this love ….. I know this hold is quite painful but you’ve left me a bit knackered, so I just need a moment …. and you are much too dangerous to allow you to wander freely.” Brit grunted down at her trapped foe.

With her face red and still shimmering with oil, Brit grimaced as she increased the pressure on Peaches arms. Her body ached and she was exhausted so she knew that she needed some time to recuperate while keeping Peaches at bay, and this hold accomplished exactly that. Peaches meanwhile continued to shriek, the pain becoming unbearable as her arms stretched behind her, feeling as if they were about to ripped off of her body!

“Okay then …. since you quite clearly fancy my title …… and it appears that I cannot convince you to quit …. I guess we best get on with it!” Brit announced, apparently ready to free Peaches from the hold and move on with the match.

Pushing herself up off of Peaches shoulders while releasing her arms, Brit then quickly reached down, grabbed a handful of the youngster’s short, black hair and pulled her onto her knees. She then wrapped her arm around Peaches head and, securing a headlock, ripped her onto her feet. With Peaches bowed forward, her head wedged against Brit’s hip, the champ squeezed tightly on the headlock. But Peaches then reeled her arm forward before shooting it backward and slamming her elbow into the blonde’s already battered midsection.

”BOLLOCKS!” shouted Brit, clearly hurt by the attack though she struggled to keep the headlock secured.

Peaches however repeated the attack twice more, plunging her elbow into the British beauty’s tummy until Brit finally relinquished the hold and doubled over, noticeably suffering. Peaches wasted not time, turning and wrapping Brit’s head in a side headlock to reverse the hold which had just been used against her. But before Brit could attempt an escape, Peaches began to race toward the side of the ring, pulling Brit alongside her. Reaching the side ropes, Peaches then shoved the champ forward, sending her charging between the middle ropes and tossing her from the ring.

Barreling through the ropes, Brit landed hard on the concrete floor as the fans jumped up, watching the champ roll onto her back and flounder outside of the ring. Many fans sensed that the champ’s brief reign was about to come to an end as Brit lay flat on her back, one leg lifting and dropping in a show of the pain she was in. Though Brit was an impressive wrestler, the 9 years younger Peaches had begun to dominate her, using a combination of strength and speed to outwrestle the champ. Standing against the ropes back up in the ring, Peaches stared down at the suffering champ, breathing heavily as she waited for Brit to get up. The ref also walked over, pausing for a moment before shouting a warning down to the champ.

“Ten seconds Brit! You’ve got to get back up in the ring or you’ll be disqualified!”

Still flat on her back, Brit showed no signs of heeding his warning. After allowing her a few more seconds, the ref then finally began a slow ten count. Felizia walked over and stood over Brit, glancing up at the ref who had begun his count; reaching three. Felizia then turned her attention back down to Brit, grabbing her by the arm as she began to pull her up. The ref warned Felizia not to interfere, and even Peaches was surprised that her aunt was interceding, yelling down at her to back off. But Felizia continued, pulling Brit onto her feet as the count reached six before responding to her niece’s concerns.

“If she is counted out, she’ll keep the title!” Felizia shouted up to her niece before turning her attention back to Brit.

With the two of them face to face, Felizia then addressed the ailing champ.

“Isn’t that right lassie!” Felizia whispered to Brit before grabbing hold of her by the inner thigh, scooping her up and then dropping her on the ring apron. “My niece has worked much too hard to let a technicality keep her from winning the title.”

The count had reached nine as Brit lay on the ring apron, Felizia then pushing her in the back to roll her into the ring, stopping the count before the champ was disqualified. The ref backed away as the crowd continued to cheer, Felizia also backing away as Peaches blew her a kiss before going back to work.

Grabbing Brit by the wrists, Peaches dragged her into the center of the ring before dropping her and setting herself near Brit’s shoulders. She then dropped down, slamming the back of her thigh into Brit’s chest and jarring the flattened champ’s body. Whirling her legs in the air, Peaches then lifted Brit’s head and straddled it with her legs, placing her in a headscissors, similar to the hold the champ had used against her at the beginning of the match.

With Brit kicking her legs, Peaches compressed the champ’s throat between her succulent thighs, drawing a range of hoots and howls from the male fans. She then reached down and grabbed hold of one of Brit’s kicking legs, rolling it inward to further lock her in place. Peaches then waved to the ref, summoning him to begin the count out. But once the ref walked over, he informed Peaches that Brit’s shoulders were not against the mat and that he could not begin any count out until her shoulders were pinned to the canvas. Frustrated, Peaches began to slide her bottom leg out from beneath the champ, but in doing so, she allowed Brit to roll backward, escaping the clutches of the youngster’s powerful legs.

Though free from the scissors hold, Brit was far from safe as her somersault brought her to both knees, facing toward her challenger. Brit breathed heavily while watching Peaches get to her knees as well, the two kneeling women coming face to face. Raising her arms to fend off an attack, Brit was able to defend against Peaches lunge as the two interlocked their fingers, each struggling as their arms raised overhead. In unison they got to one knee, and then the other, as their hands remained intertwined. Now both on their feet with their arms stretched above them as they continued to struggle, the two warriors pushed against each other. Clearly at a disadvantage against the younger and stronger Peaches, Brit’s arms began to quiver as their shimmering bodies exerted all of their strength. Peaches slowly began to force Brit backward, but then suddenly, the British blonde whirled her body around, their arms still interlocked as two spun. When the spinning was completed, the two were facing in the same direction with Brit perched behind Peaches, the youngster’s wrists crossed in the shape of an X and pressed behind her back. Brit secured the grip with Peaches’ arms trapped in the uncomfortable position, her large chest protruding forward as she was forced to arch her back to relieve some of the strain.

The embattled Brit, though weakened and aching, had once again found a way to reverse her younger foe’s advantage, and though noticeably depleted, she nonetheless has gained an opportunity to inflict punishment on the youngster while again buying herself some time. With Peaches groaning as she tried to move around and wriggle free, Brit battled to keep her contained. They moved a few inches in either direction, but Brit masterfully kept the cross-cross grip intact as Peaches shoulders again began to ache. Leaning in, Brit moved closer to the younger woman’s ear, and again began to speak to her.

“My you certainly are one tough little bugger, aren’t you?” Brit growled while struggling to keep the hold locked in. “You’ve given the old girl’s bod a good wallop! So perhaps it’s time that I returned the favor!”

With that, Brit began to shove Peaches from behind, driving her toward the corner as she gained momentum. As she drew closer, Peaches eyes widened as she saw the turnbuckles approach, knowing that the front of her body was completely exposed and vulnerable. As they arrived, Peaches was driven against the padded cushions, the front of her body slamming into them as she squealed in pain. Collapsing onto the ropes, Peaches could not escape the blonde’s grasp however, as Brit kept the twisted armhold locked on.

Felizia rushed over to the corner to shout encouragement up to her niece, but Brit was now in charge, and quickly and cautiously released the armhold, only to quickly change to a reverse bearhug. Squeezing her arms tightly around Peaches ribcage, Brit then hoisted the youngster a few feet in the air before dropping to one knee and slamming the challengers’ crotch down onto her outstretched leg. Felizia winced at the sight as Peaches body went limp, still seated on Brit’s leg. But the blonde then grabbed a handful of hair from the back of Peaches head and pulled it downward, driving her pretty face into the middle turnbuckle.

With her head mashing into the cushion before rebounding off of it, Peaches collapsed in the corner, her arms falling over the middle ropes as her legs strewn apart inside of the ring. Brit took a few steps and then dropped to one knee herself, visibly drained. The action ground to a halt as Brit remained on one knee for a short while as Peaches writhed in the corner, her head clouded, her body weakened. The fans cheered for both warriors, trying to rouse them back into action. Brit stared into the corner, noticing her younger adversary trying to use the ropes to get back to her feet, and finally pushed herself up to resume the attack.

As Peaches got to one knee, holding the top ropes to pull herself up further, Brit came up behind her and seized a handful of her hair, giving her some unwanted assistance. The blonde then veered the youngsters head backward before slamming her face into the top turnbuckle, Peaches knees buckling as her body quacked. Brit then spun her around and forced her back into the corner, hopping up onto the middle rope, and then spinning around so that the two now faced in toward the ring, Brit’s legs straddling Peaches head. The blonde then sat atop Peaches shoulders, wrapping her legs around her head before falling forward. The two toppled toward center ring, Brit curling her spine so that she rolled forward upon landing, flipping Peaches over with her powerful, shapely legs.

The awesome maneuver drove the crowd to their feet as Brit quickly manipulated her own legs on top of the youngsters’ shoulders, pinning the flattened brunette in the process. Felizia screamed from ringside, goading her niece to lift her shoulder to avoid the pin as the ref dove in and checked. Satisfied, he then slapped the mat as Peaches curled her legs in toward her body, planting her feet as the count reached two. With a loud grunt, Peaches arched her back, pushed up with her legs and barely rolled one shoulder off the mat, halting the count as the ref had his hand reached overhead before the final slap of the mat.

Frustrated, Brit pushed down with her legs once more, pinning Peaches soft, glistening shoulders a second time. But once more, the challenger was able to avoid the pin. Unfurling off of her, Brit got to her feet, marched over to the youngsters’ midsection and sent a couple of stomps down into the dangling navel ring on Peaches cute little belly button.

With a couple of anguished puffs of air, Peaches was again flattened, her arms out to her sides as she remained flat on her back. With her large chest heaving up and down as the lights glistened off of her body, Peaches remained horizontal as the champ marched toward the corner, climbing up to the middle rope before turning to face into the ring.

With the crowd on their feet yet again, and Felizia screaming at ringside once more, Brit dove forward, soaring toward her target. But as she approached, the youngster curled her knees inward just in time so that Brit’s ribcage crashed again them. As several fans recoiled from the violent landing, Brit’s ribs made a sickening crack from the collision, and she wailed in pain as a result.

Rolling feebly onto her side as she wrapped her arms around her wounded ribs, Brit moaned in pain as Peaches unfurled her legs, remaining flat on her back for several more moments. Once again the action had stopped as both women remained on the canvas, the rigors of the match taking a heavy toll on their bodies. Realizing that the opportunity for a pin was now better than ever, Felizia encouraged Peaches to seize the opportunity, yelling up at her to take advantage. The youngster listened to her aunt, and with a final deep breath, rolled onto her side and gradually pushed herself onto her feet. She slowly walked over to her fallen foe, who remained lying on her side, clutching her aching ribs. Peaches reached down and rolled her onto her back, lifting her foot and stomping down on the right side of Brit’s already injured ribs.

”AAAAAAAWWWWW …… OOOHHHHHHH !” moaned the battered blonde as she rolled on her back, Peaches then sending a hard stomp down into the champ’s taut tummy.

”PPPPPWWWHHHHH!” spew the champ as her pretty face curled in pain, Peaches standing defiantly over her.

Peaches strolled around the champ, sauntering to the other side of her before lifting her foot again and sending another stomp into Brit’s yielding tummy.

”OOOOOHHHHH!” groaned the blonde as Peaches foot sank deep into her gut, the challenger mashing and grinding it into the intestinal cavity before finally removing it.

When she did, Brit again rolled onto her side, and then onto her back again, the pain seemingly unbearable. Peaches then walked down between Brit’s legs, kicking them apart as she stepped between them. Staring down into the anguished champ’s pretty face, Peaches then knelt down near her crotch, and then fell forward, flattening her body against Brit’s. The champ did not resist as Peaches then coiled her own legs around Brit’s, locking them in the first phase of the grapevine pin. The crowd sensed the start of Peaches finisher and leaped up, cheering as the champ was about to be put away. Felizia looked on with pride as Peaches leaned in, dropping her chest toward Brit’s face. But as she did, the champ abruptly jarred her head upward, slamming the top of her forehead against the bridge of Peaches nose. The unexpected attack left Peaches bewildered as her body grew weak, allowing Brit to force her onto her back, the two rolling over each other.

With Felizia again screaming at ringside and the fans in a frenzy, Brit got Peaches onto her back and began coiling her own legs around the youngsters. Once completed, she then placed her hands down onto Peaches shoulders, pushing them against the canvas as the ref moved in. He checked and then lifted his arm once, slapping the mat as the stupefied Peaches did not resist. He then slapped the mat a second time, Felizia hoisting herself onto the ring apron to shout at her niece. As the ref lifted his arm for the final slap, Peaches lifted her head and tried to raise her shoulder, but she had nothing left, and the final slap of the mat was delivered, counting her out and allowing Brit to retain her title.

The crowd was jubilant, cheering wildly as Brit breathed a sigh of relief, rolling off of the youngster and remaining flat on her back, the two spread apart next to each other. The ref waited for Brit to rise to raise her arm, but she no song of doing so as the announcer made his way into the ring and made the result official. “In one of the best championship matches in Women’s Division history, the winner and STILL Women’s Division champ ….. BRIT!”

The rousing ovation showed how much the fans appreciated a truly historic match. Both women had given it all that they had, and neither was able to get up, even a few minutes after the bell had rung. Finally, with a smile on her face, Brit rolled her head and glanced over at her fallen adversary.

“Cheers mate! That was quite a row. We really took the piss out of each other, didn’t we?”

Peaches did not respond, instead turning as her Aunt Felizia entered the ring and helped her up. The crowd gave Peaches a nice ovation, though the disappointment was visible on her pretty face. Brit turned, waiting for one of them to offer her a hand, though neither did, leaving her on her back as they exited the ring without a word. Eventually the ref came and offered his assistance, Brit pulled up slowly as she placed her hands on her knees, offering a wave in recognition of the huge ovation she received from the fans. The ref then placed the belt around her waist, but Brit flinched and took it from him, holding it as her midsection was too sore to even wear her championship belt.

THE END

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