Estela vs. Peaches
Thrilled about having earned a job as a professional wrestler by defeating Barbara in the Amateur Elimination Tournament, Peaches began training in earnest for her first match. Standing in a room full of women at her local gym, her “Boxercise Class” began as she ran through the aerobic exercises until completion one hour later. With her pink sports bra stained from her perspiration, she wrapped a towel around her neck and gulped down a mouthful of water before walking up to the instructor.
After the other ladies filed out of the room, she joyfully informed him that she had been successful in the tournament. The instructor was a former middle boxing champion named Javier, and he smiled upon hearing the news. Javier had been working with Peaches over the past few months in order to prepare her for the match. Though not familiar with wrestling technique, he had nonetheless helped her hone her body through a combination of weight training, aerobic exercise and targeted boxing drills. As a result, Peaches was not only in great shape, but she had also learned how to throw a punch, a skill which proved very important in her victory.
The two sat down and began to converse as Peaches filled him in on the details of her match. She explained how she was surprised at how easy it had been to defeat Barbara despite the fact that she was a pro wrestler, telling him that she had controlled much of the match. But the pretty brown-eyed girl’s eyes lit up as she talked about the point of the match where she knew she had it won.
“I am almost had her pinned, but she bridged out of it and rolled me off of her. So we both got up at the same time and then I made my move!” she explained, getting excited. “First I hit her with a knee in the gut and she folded up. But then I pulled her up, veered back and hit her square on her cheek with a right cross. You should have seen the way her head shot back! It was great!” exclaimed the sexy young woman. “She stayed up, so then I hit her with an even bigger left cross to the face, and that was it! She was out of it! The rest was just a formality!”
The boxing champ smiled, nodding his head at his student approvingly.
“So I guess all those hours we spent in the gym teaching you how to punch have finally paid off, eh?” he asked.
Nodding, Peaches smiled back at him, her eyes twinkling with delight. Javier had taught how to use her body weight, balance and leverage to infuse every ounce of her strength into a punch, and the results had spoken for themselves. She then stood up and prepared to walk back to the locker room, but instead Javier grabbed her by the arm, pulling her back.
“Hey, where do you think you’re going? You still got some work to do on the heavy bag before you’re done! Just pretend that it's your next opponent! That should make it easier!” he proclaimed.
Peaches gave him an exaggerated frown, but then flashed a smile before walking over to finish her work out. Although she had won her two matches in the tournament, her next match; her first wrestling match as a pro; would be just as important. Though she did not yet know who her opponent was, she was determined to be prepared, regardless.
Across town, another woman was also preparing for her next wrestling match, but in a different way. Estela was also new to this wrestling federation, though she had been wrestling for quite some time. Having come to America from the Dominican Republic less than a year ago, she too was determined to succeed. But unlike Peaches who had a relatively easy inauguration into the world of pro wrestling, Estela’s path had been much more burdensome. The 23 year old had been wrestling since the age of 17, learning her craft in small villages and dingy arenas in the Dominican Republic and Mexico. But after defeating a woman named Melissa, Estela had earned her place on the federation’s roster.
Her next match was a “3 Way Dance” against Adina and Barbara, with Barbara earning a hard fought victory. In addition to the victory however, Barbara had also earned Estela’s respect and friendship. As a result, seeing Barbara’s wrestling career end as a result of her defeat to Peaches, the pretty Dominican felt the need to avenge her friend’s loss, and as a result, traveled to the wrestling federation’s office to request the match. Her request was granted, and just a few weeks later, she found herself seated in the locker room with Peaches dressing just a few feet away. Dressed in a while bikini with white wrestling boots, Estela stood up and walked over to Peaches, introducing herself.
“I am Estela, your opponent in tonight’s match. I want to wish you good luck.” Estela declared with little emotion in her voice.
Standing to shake her upcoming opponent’s hand, Peaches smiled merrily, appreciating the gesture.
“Oh .... hey .... thanks!” Peaches replied. “I’m sure this will be a tough match .... anyway, it’s got to be a lot tougher than my last one against that lady Barbara! She really wasn't much competition at all!” she declared, not aware that Estela and Barbara were friends.
Taking offense, Estela pulled her hand back and glowered back at Peaches.
“Barbara is a very good wrestler. She did not have a good night ... but it is a shame that she is gone!” Estela barked back before walking away in a huff.
Surprised by the reaction, Peaches tried to apologize, but Estela had already made her way toward the door, preparing for her introduction. Peaches paused for a moment, but then shrugged her shoulders, showing little concern about Estela’s response as she reached down to tie her pink wrestling boots. Tying the laces into a bow, she then also walked over to the arena’s entrance and stood behind Estela as they both listened to the announcement.
“Our next match features two of our newest wrestlers to the Women’s Division. First up ... At 23 years of age .... standing 5’ 7” tall and weighing a shapely 135 pounds ... from the Dominican Republic, please welcome .... ESTELA!”
As a huge ovation arose from the crowd, Estela burst through the doors and trotted down toward the ring, smiling widely as she waved to her fans. She circled the ring once to work the crowd into a frenzy, and then climbed up into it, hopping spryly as the ovation continued. But Estela continued to work the crowd, the announcer then introduced her competitor.
“And making her debut after her victories in the Amateur Elimination Tournament ... She is 26 years old ...... stands 5’ 5” tall and weighs a sexy 155 pounds .... please give it up for .....PEACHES!”
The sexy, brown haired cutie pushed the doors open as she strutted sexily toward the ring, her face aglow with a wide smile as she reached out to her fans, shaking their hands and enjoying the enthusiastic response. She took her time getting to ringside, stopping several times along the way to reach into the crowd, drawing a sneer from her opponent who stood up in the ring and watched. The crowd seemed to split, many of the fans cheering loudly for both competitors. But finally Peaches climbed up into the ring, retreated to her corner and glanced across the ring, noticing Estela staring back at her. Peaches winked at her, drawing another scowl from the Dominican as she continued to hop in her corner.
Though Estela was 3 years younger than her opponent, she did not look younger. Though a very attractive woman, Estela nonetheless wore the affects of a hard life on her pretty face, prematurely aging it. Peaches on the other hand looked younger than her 26 years; her twinkling eyes and carefree attitude giving the appearance of a teenager. But all of that was irrelevant now as the announcer climbed out of the ring and a moment later, the bell rang to start the match.
Estela moved quickly, briskly circling the ring as Peaches moved more slowly and cautiously. Finally however they both made their way toward the center and locked up, Estela grabbing Peaches by the back of the head as the rookie followed suit. With each of them leaning forward and driving with their legs, they struggled for an advantage until eventually Estela jerked the busty brownette’s head to the side, taking her down to the mat.
Peaches bounced up quickly, but as she did, Estela charged her, slamming her in the chest with a clothesline and knocking her to the canvas once again. This time the Dominican did not give Peaches the chance to rise on her own, grabbing her by the wrist and yanking her up by the arm. As Peaches rose, Estela slammed her with a backhanded chop to the chest before twisting her arm behind her back. With one arm trapped behind her, Peaches was then forced toward the corner, the front of her body ramming against the turnbuckles as Estela pushed her from behind.
Continuing to twist on her opponent’s arm while grinding her body against the corner, Estela then wrapped her free arm across Peaches face and pulled her downward, dropping to one knee and stretching Peaches’ body across it. She continued to push her downward, clamping an abdominal stretch onto the rookie as the continued to push down on her head and extend Peaches’ body across her knee. With her face stuffed beneath her opponent’s arm, Peaches gurgled in pain as her voluptuous body was stretched. She had no idea how to escape the hold, so was at the mercy of Estela at this point. The Dominican seemed determined to show the rookie that she had much to learn, keeping her trapped in the hold as she worked to torment her body even more.
Finally however, Estela pulled her knee back in toward her body and released the hold, allowing Peaches to drop to the mat as she stood up over her. She then reached down and grabbed a handful of the rookie’s short, brown hair, ripping her onto her feet before dragging over to the side ropes. Securing a grip on her wrist, she then raced forward, flinging Peaches across the ring. With her large bosom bobbing up and down from beneath her skimpy, pink bikini top, Peaches bounded off of the ropes before she was hit with a brutal dropkick to the side of her head, sending her crashing violently to the mat.
Getting to her feet, Estela had a smirk of satisfaction on her face as she walked toward the corner, descending up the corner until she stood on the top rope. Peaches remained flat on her back as Estela raised her arms, pumping them up and down to incite the crowd. The cheers rose accordingly before she bent her knees and soared upward. Estela rolled her body into a full, midair revolution, but ash she spun out of it, her eyes widened as she realized that Peaches had crawled out of her landing area. With no way to protect herself, the sexy Dominican’s splattered face first against the mat.
As Peaches got to her feet, Estela’s body writhed from it’s collision with the canvas. Remaining face down, she propped herself up onto her elbows, but was visibly shaken by the rough landing. Able to get herself up onto all fours, Estela did not stay up for long as she was quickly flattened by a stomp to her back. Peaches then followed that up with an elbow drop to the back, eliciting a howl of pain from the downed Dominican.
The crowd roared, still cheering for both wrestlers as the action continued, Peaches setting herself on Estela’s back and preparing for the next phase of her attack. She planted her feet alongside Estela’s upper body as she sat on her shoulder blades, grabbing hold of Estela’s arms and pulling them back toward her. She stuffed the arms back against each of her hips and wedged her elbows in front of them to trap the limbs in that position. Peaches then again reached forward, this time digging her fingers into either side of Estela’s mouth and stretching it apart while using the grip to yank the Dominican’s head backward.
With her arms rolled up and trapped behind her, her back arched painfully and her face being pulled apart, Estela gurgled in pain as Peaches twisted her into a camel clutch hold. The sexy Dominican’s pretty face became contorted, pulled into disfigurement as Peaches continued to gouge her mouth. Not satisfied, Peaches plunged all of her fingers into Estela’s mouth, spreading it wide to completely distort it. But despite the enormous pain caused to her face, the disfigured Dominican had the presence of mind to clench her teeth, chomping down on Peaches digits to extract a loud howl of pain from her attacker.
“OOWWWEEEEEEYYYY!” howled Peaches as she tried to extract her fingers from Estela’s mouth.
Finally, Estela relented and was able to roll out from under Peaches, who brought her aching hands to her face. She looked down at her fingers and noticed the deep teeth marks left by Estela’s bite, her emotions conflicted between anger and pain. Estela meanwhile had rolled to safety and got to her feet, reaching to grab her aching back. With her long, dark hair disheveled in front of her face, Estela raised her hands and brushed it backward before marching over to Peaches, who was still seated on the canvas.
Grabbing her by the hair, she ripped her onto her feet, trapping her in a side headlock as she rose. She then dragged her toward the corner before pulling her head up, yanking it backward and then slamming her face down into the top turnbuckle. Peaches chest flailed freely as her head shot off of the padded cushion, Estela quickly grabbing her and spinning her around so that her back was now against the corner.
Securing a grip on her arm once again, Estela then forced her over to the side ropes before whipping her across the ring. As Peaches bounced off of the ropes and returned, Estela raced at her and delivering a flying elbow slam to her chest, knocking the rookie to the canvas. Peaches landed hard, her legs rolling up toward her head before recoiling and dropping limply to the canvas. She grabbed her aching chest and rolled onto her side as Estela resumed the attack.
With the crowd cheering, Estela again reached down and snatched hold of Peaches by the hair, ripping her onto her knees. But instead of hauling her the rest of the way up, the Dominican moved behind the kneeling Peaches and then stepped over her shoulders one leg at a time, trapping her in a head scissors. But Peaches did not give in, wrapping her arms around Estela’s thighs to prevent her from locking her legs together. She then, in a stunning show of strength, pushed one leg out from under and got up onto one knee. Taking a deep breath, she then repeated the maneuver with her other leg, painstakingly pushing herself onto her feet with Estela perched on her shoulders.
The crowd roared with approval as Estela remained seated on Peaches shoulders as the rookie began to walk toward the corner. Estela however sent a hard punch down onto the top of the rookie’s head, jarring her into oblivion for a moment. Stumbling a few steps, Peaches was able to regain her senses and continued her trek toward the corner. Once she was a few feet away however, she dove forward, causing Estela to fall forward as well. Trying desperately to grab the tope ropes, Estela was unable to do so as her face slammed down into the top turnbuckle in a horrific collision.
There was a collective gasp from the crowd as Estela’s head mashed into the cushion before shooting up off of it. Her arms hooked over the top rope as her lower body fell below her, collapsing from the corner as her body went limp. Peaches fell harmlessly away, getting to one knee as she rubbed her head where Estela had punched her. But the Dominican was in worse shape, her body dangling from the corner as her head hung down on front of the top turnbuckle, her arms still hooked over the tope ropes.
Getting to both feet, Peaches trudged up behind her and sent a vicious stop into Estela’s back, jarring her body once again. Still dazed from the blow to the head, Estela did nothing as Peaches once again stomped on her back, jolting her once again. Peaches then paused, looking down at her fingers and noticing the bite marks still embedded in them, raising her anger. She then reached forward, grabbing two handfuls of Estela’s long, thick hair and wrenching her head in toward the ring, stretching it backward. As the crowd roared, Peaches then lowered her chest downward, the bottom of her bosom covering Estela’s face.
The Dominican began to wriggle and squirm, trying desperately to free her face from the suffocating mounds of skin. But with her arms still draped over the ropes, she was unable to get free as Peaches pressed her bosom against Estela’s face. Finally, after several more seconds, Peaches lifted her chest up, Estela gasping for air as she continued to droop off of the ropes. But as Peaches leaned in to grab her by the hair again, Estela abruptly jarred her head backward, the back of her skull smashing into the front of Peaches face.
Moaning loudly, the rookie stumbled backward, raising her hands to her face as she checked for blood from her nose. There was no sign of it, but her eyes filled with water from the jarring blow to the face as she continued to stagger backward. Estela managed to lift herself up and stand, turning away from the corner to face her delirious foe. She then climbed up onto the second turnbuckle, pausing before ascending to the top rope. She then launched her body forward, soaring through the air before landing a huge dropkick to Peaches shoulder.
The blow blasted Peaches backward, sending her plummeting to the canvas before rolling over one and landing face first near the opposite corner. The athletic and flamboyant attack left Peaches in trouble as she floundered on the canvas, rolling back and forth on her stomach. Estela meanwhile slowly got to her feet, also feeling the effects of the punishing match. But the Dominican was in much better shape than her new rival, and after taking the opportunity to catch her breath, resumed her attack.
Sensing that Estela was ready to dish out more punishment, Peaches hastily crawled forward and escaped between the ropes, crawling out onto the ring apron before leaping to the floor below. Estela rushed over to the corner and jumped up onto the middle ropes, chiding her opponent to get back up into the ring and fight. But Peaches wasn’t quite ready to do that as she hobbled away, tending to her wounds. With the crowd now booing the rookie for trying to escape, she turned and glanced back up at her attacker who continued to yell down at her while perched in the corner.
The ref came over and yelled a warning of his own to Peaches, threatening to count her out if she didn’t get back into the ring. Peaches pointed at Estela, telling the ref to make sure that she did not prevent her from doing so, and then rolled up onto the ring apron. Estela rushed over, as expected, and as Peaches got to her knees, Estela reached over the top rope and grabbed her by the hair, ripping her the rest of the way up. But as Peaches rose, she sent a chop into the Dominican’s throat, smashing her windpipe in the process.
Estela grabbed hold of the top rope for support with one hand while clutching at her throat with the other. Peaches meanwhile reached forward and grabbed two handfuls of Estela’s hair, yanking her head down toward the rope before positioning her throat on top of it. She then pressed down with both hands on the back of Estela’s throat, using the grip to propel herself over the top tope. As Peaches legs soared upward and over the top cable, her hands pressed down harder on Estela’s neck, choking her against the rope in the process. So as Peaches landed in the ring, Estela’s body hung down, the choke hold sucking the oxygen out of her body.
Still struggling herself, Peaches turned and faced Estela, who managed to pry herself off of the ropes and turn back into the ring. Peaches then trudged forward, Estela raising her hands to defend herself. As the Dominican approached however, the rookie cocked her right arm and, before Estela could see it coming, launched an explosive uppercut into her midsection which sank deeply into the Dominican’s soft gut.
“BBBLLLUUUUUHHH!” blubbered Estela as she was lifted onto her toes before she folded in half and then dropped to one knee.
The punch was so powerful that the Dominican was struggling to catch her breath as she knelt in a hunched over position, her butt protruding between the bottom two ropes. It was the hardest punch she had ever taken and seemed to mangle her intestines, leaving her thunderstruck. Peaches then reached down, grabbing handfuls of Estela’s hair before callously tossing her forward, the breathless beauty flopping onto her stomach as her arms fell over her head and her body sprawled apart.
Leaning back against the ropes, Peaches paused for a moment, staring down at the back of her fallen foe before taking action. She then took a few steps forward, reaching down to grab hold of Estela’s ankles. She then pulled up on her legs, lifting them into the air before punting her foot forward and slamming the toe of her pink wrestling boot into the bottom of Estela’s tummy, jarring the Dominican who yelped loudly before her legs were again thrown down to the canvas.
The crowd was loud, though their allegiances were still split, some jeering Peaches while other cheered her on. She had tormented Estela’s acquiescent abdomen and left her reeling on the mat, the pain in her midsection unbearable. But Peaches continued the assault, rushing over to the flattened Estela and again ripping her up by the hair. She kept a grip on the Dominican’s long locks with one hand while grabbing her by the wrist with the other and began to charge toward the corner, pulling Estela along with her. As they approached, Peaches tossed the beleaguered beauty forward, sending the front of her body crashing against the turnbuckles.
Shuddering from the impact, Estela reached for the top ropes with her hands, grabbing hold of them on either side of the corner. Peaches meanwhile had backed up to the opposite corner, trying to entice the fans to cheer for her. She lifted one arm and pumped it up and down, as if pulling on a horn. Several of her fans recognized the inference and shouted “CHOO CHOO!” as Peaches began to charge forward, lowering her shoulder as she aimed squarely at the Dominican’s back. But just before impact, Estela used the ropes to propel herself upward, avoiding the collision as Peaches hurtled helplessly below her, the youngster’s body sailing between the top two ropes and her shoulder striking the metal pole in the corner.
Another loud roar sprung up, Estela’s fans cheering her escape as Peaches’ fans booed the turnaround. With her upper body dangling between the top two ropes in the corner, Peaches armpits hooked over the middle rope on either side of her body as she dropped off of them. Estela meanwhile had launched herself backward, out of harm’s way as she landed on her feet, now behind her flailing foe.
The Dominican’s face winced in pain as one arm wrapped around her midsection, still clearly in pain from the attack it had absorbed. But she had fought through pain many times in her past matches in Mexico, those experiences providing her with the perseverance to continue. She traipsed forward until directly behind her opponent, and then began to deliver a barrage of stomps into Peaches back, pummeling it with blow after blow.
Peaches suspended body wavered up and down from each kick, the salvo of stomps pounding her deeper off of the ropes until her arms finally dislodged from them and she fell flat on her face below the corner. Satisfied in the damage she had done, Estela stopped, stepping back as again her face cringed in pain and her arm covered her aching belly. She hunched over slightly, her adrenaline rushing through her veins and helping her overcome the enormous pain she was in.
The attack offered Estela the opportunity to recuperate, and she took advantage, hobbling over to the ropes and hooking one arm over them as she sucked in a few deep breaths while keeping her other arm wedged against her aching belly. But as Peaches reached up to grab the bottom ropes and begin the process of trying to get back to her feet, Estela knew that it was time to continue. So she pushed herself away from the ropes and hobbled over to her adversary, grabbing her by the ankles and dragging her body toward the center of the ring.
Lugged on her stomach, Peaches could do little but allow her body to be dragged across the ring before Estela dropped her legs, leaving her face down in the center of the ring. The Dominican then plodded toward the corner, climbing the ropes until she reached the top before pausing to gain her balance. With her arms lifted overhead, she stared down at her target who had now rolled onto her back. Estela then launched herself forward, diving through the air as she prepared to splash her body across that of objective. But as Estela descended, Peaches pulled her knees in toward her chest, Estela flailing her arms as she realized what was about to happen.
With the fans roaring in anticipation, Estela’s midsection crashed down onto Peaches knees, her ribs taking the brunt of the impact as Peaches bent legs were driven down against her body from the collision. With a loud shriek, Estela’s pretty face contorted in pain as her body bounced off of Peaches knees and fell to the side. She hastily pulled her arms against her angst-ridden ribcage as she rolled on the canvas, the pain overwhelming her. She feared that she had broken some ribs, and could barely contain herself as Peaches slowly began to get to her knees. Realizing that she could not continue in the pain she was in, Estela continued to roll toward the side of the ring until she spun under the bottom rope and allowed herself to fall out of the ring, landing on her side.
The noise was deafening as the fans screamed and hollered at the action, Estela reaching up to grab the ring apron as she painstakingly tried to get to her feet. She got onto one knee just as Peaches did the same inside of the ring, and then used the grip of the ring apron to get her other leg beneath her. She could not quite get herself erect however, her body hunched forward as she kept one arm wrapped around her midsection, the pain still unbearable.
Inside the ring, Peaches got to her feet and searched around, spotting Estela as she stumbled around outside of it. Peaches turned and glanced toward the ref, who was taking his time about warning Estela to get back in it and fight. But that did not concern Peaches as she moved toward the side of the ring above where Estela was teetering. She then stepped between the ropes and out onto the ring apron, clearly not giving her competitor the chance to recover. With Estela still hunched over, Peaches hastily leaped into the air, pulling her arm out in front of her as she descended before slamming it against the back of Estela’s neck.
The blow snapped the Dominican’s head as she fell, her body crashing to the hard floor below as her hands instantly raised to grab the back of her burning neck. Estela was flattened once again, this time against the concrete floor outside of the ring as Peaches pushed herself upright next to her. The punishment seemed almost too much for one person to endure, and as Peaches stared down at her victim’s flailing, flattened body, a sly smile stretched across her face. But she knew that a celebration was not yet in order so she began to end the match, grabbing two handfuls of Estela’s hair and ripping her onto her feet. She dragged her forcefully over to the ring and tossed her forward, Estela’s body rolling up onto the ring apron.
With the Dominican now lying beneath the ropes, Peaches climbed up the stairs at ringside and ducked between the ropes to get back into the ring. She trudged over to Estela, grabbing her wrists and using the grip to drag her into the ring by her arms. Pulled on her back, Estela’s face remained twisted in pain as Peaches dropped her arms. She then moved alongside the downed Dominican and unable to resist her vulnerable position, sent a stomp down into her defenseless, ravaged belly.
“OOHHHH ..... HHOOOOO ...... OOOHHHHH!” howled Estela as her body folded upward before collapsing to the canvas.
Peaches then knelt over her, her knees straddling Estela before she lowered herself on top of her, spreading her body across Estela’s. She then coiled her legs around Estela’s, the Dominican offering nothing more than cursory resistance as her lower limbs became entangled around those of Peaches. The rookie then stretched Estela’s arms up over her head, pinning them to the canvas as the ref looked on, waiting to begin his count. But as he jumped down to the mat, Peaches then lowered her abundant bosom down onto Estela’s face, smothering it in her sweaty cleavage. The pin was humiliating, but Estela had nothing left to prevent it as her stretched body was restrained, her face disappearing in Peaches bust with what was becoming Peaches signature move. With the crowd roaring their approval, the ref then slapped the mat three times and the match was over, Peaches jiggling her jugs on Estela’s face in a final, shameful display of dominance before pushing herself off of her defeated opponent.
The crowd cheered wildly as Peaches’ arm was raised overhead, the perky, busty rookie showing once again that she was much more than just a pretty face. She had now won her third match in a row, two of them against established pros, and had staked her claim as a wrestler to be dealt with.
Estela meanwhile remained flat on her back, raising her hands to cover her face. She was embarrassed, not only at losing to the rookie, but also the way in which she lost. Her body was wracked with pain and her ego just as damaged. She had come into the match hoping to not only avenge the loss of her friend Barbara, but also further establish herself as a force to be reckoned with in the Women’s Division. Instead she would leave the ring with her third loss in a row and as just another one of Peaches mounting number of victims.
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