Flora vs. Shamiqua
Battle for the Women’s Division Title

Walking out of the meeting with Shamiqua and the wrestling federation’s owner, Flora was uncharacteristically quiet. She had just agreed to compete in a beauty contest against Shamiqua prior to their Women’s Division Championship Wrestling match, with the winner of that contest earning the right to choose any special stipulations for the match. So despite having won the previous Bikini Wrestler of the Year Contest and as such, being recognized as the best looking wrestler at that point by the fans, Flora was surprisingly apprehensive. Two new women wrestlers had joined the federation since that contest and she had yet to be compared against them by the fans in the area of physical appearance. So the normally confident to the point of arrogance Flora, was now left doubting herself.

Shamiqua on the other hand was beaming. She walked out of the meeting with a sinister smile on her face, already contemplating the type of match she would choose once she was declared the winner of the beauty contest. The striking former Marine was a beauty and she knew it. There was no way a scrawny little white girl could beat her; in a wrestling match or a beauty contest; she thought to herself. The possibility of losing never entered her mind.

So as Shamiqua snickered as she walked away, Flora shuffled into the arena’s gymnasium and prepared to begin her workout. With her mind racing, Flora began to think that Shamiqua’s impressive physical appearance wasn’t all that she had to worry about. Shamiqua was a strong, tough woman and a skilled wrestler with a chip on her shoulder. Though she didn’t know Flora well, it was obvious that she didn’t like her! And Flora knew that that dislike was a strong motivating factor to the scheming Shamiqua.

The two women already had a history in the brief period they knew each other. Flora had tried to interfere in Shamiqua’s first match for the wrestling federation, attempting to trip her at ringside. Shamiqua responded by smashing a metal chair over Flora’s head, knocking the pretty brunette senseless. They then had another confrontation prior to their last matches, standing nose to nose in the locker room before they were separated. Though each had won their last match and thus earned the right to compete against the other for the title, the way they earned their victories were quite different.

Shamiqua easily defeated Barbara in a one-sided match. Flora on the other hand had faced Brit, the other newcomer to the federation. Though Flora was declared the winner of the match, the pretty blonde Englishwoman physically came out the winner. The blonde was disqualified for being out of the ring for too long, but the reason she was out of the ring was because she was battering Flora’s womanhood against the ring post.

Flora’s bruises had taken a full two weeks to heal and she was just now getting back into the gym. The match had shaken her unwavering confidence at a time when she needed that confidence the most. Not only was she wrestling for the championship, a goal she had set for herself when she started to wrestle, but she was matched up against a younger, physically bigger, stronger and more experienced woman. To make things worse, she was also faced with the task of beating that same woman in a beauty contest! So as she sat in the gym, pondering her mission, Flora’s thoughts were in disarray.

She went through her workout but struggled since her body still ached from the beating it had taken just a couple of weeks before. So as she was about to finish up, she reached for her cell phone and called her husband, asking him to come pick her up. As she hung up the phone however, Shamiqua came back into the gym, still wearing her tight shorts and black sports bra. She had taken a steam, so her rippled body was drenched. But although having already finished an exhausting routine, she nonetheless went back at it, strutting past Flora and reaching to grab for the chin up bar.

As the black Amazon’s extended, sweaty body dipped up and down, Flora’s husband arrived. He walked into the empty gym and saw Shamiqua doing her chin ups. Staring at her, he was unaware that she was his wife’s upcoming opponent.

“Damn! She’s hot!” he whispered, not realizing that is wife had crept up behind him.

Flora tapped him on the shoulder, startling him.

“Come on, let’s go” she said sternly.

The two walked out and got in the car, and as they drove away, Flora turned to her husband and began to question him.

“So you think she was hot?” she asked.

He knew that he was caught, but tried to remain calm.

“Yeah, she looked pretty good.” he said coyly.

“Who else do you think is hot? How about that little blonde tramp Brit that I fought in my last match. Do you think she’s hot too?!?!?” Flora asked, her voice now raised.

He gulped, wondering if his wife knew about his liaisons with Brit at the topless bar. He had gone to see her dance a few times, paying to have private lap dances with her. He was definitely attracted to the blonde and came this close to cheating on his wife with her, although all of this was unbeknownst to Flora. He had to find a way out of the predicament he had gotten himself into, so thinking quickly, he devised his response.

“When you are that untamed, wild animal that is not intimidated by any other woman alive, there is no one sexier than you Flora!” he proclaimed.

The answer seemed to satisfy her, though Flora gradually grew quiet, pondering her fate. She finally began to open up, filling her husband in on the details.

“You know, I agreed to a beauty contest against Shamiqua before our match, and the winner gets to choose the rules. She said that she was if she won she might choose a “kiss my ass match” or maybe even a “shave the loser’s head match”!”

Her voice was wavering and he could tell that his wife was nervous, a fact that surprised him. Shamiqua was hot, there was no doubt about it, but his wife had never been lacking in self confidence and always considered herself better than any other woman. It was one of the traits that attracted him to hr in the first place.

“So what are you worried about? Don’t you think you’ll win the beauty contest?” he asked.

There was a slight pause, and Flora didn’t answer, another surprising turn of events to her husband. But just then they arrived home, parked the car and walked into their apartment. Once inside, he closed the door behind him, grabbed his wife by the arm and pulled her close in an almost threatening fashion.

“Okay, you listen to me. I don’t like being married to a wimp. I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again, I want to see that raw, arrogant, tough chick that I married. I wouldn’t be with you if you weren’t incredibly sexy!”

With that he grabbed her, lifted her up and tossed her over his shoulder. Flora was stunned, but then began to giggle as he carried to the bedroom, throwing her down onto the bed. He then grabbed her sweatpants and pulled them off of her. But as he pulled his own pants down and climbed back on the bed, kneeling between her legs, Flora stopped him.

“Wait, I can’t. I’m still too sore.” she whispered to him.

His face dropped, but she then reached up, grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him down on the bed, jumping on top of him.

“But that doesn’t mean I can’t do anything!” she purred before grabbing hold of his thighs, spreading his legs apart and dipping her head down between them.

Her husband was stunned, but in a pleasant way. His wife had rarely done to him what she was now doing, and he was shocked that she was so willing. But as Flora’s head bounded up and down, her husband smiled, growling at the pleasure his wife was bestowing upon him.

“Three’s my wild animal!” he yelled as Flora continued her mission.

Shamiqua meanwhile had finally finished her incredibly long work-out, and as she arrived home, was surprised to find one of the guys she had been dating standing at the front door to her home with a big bouquet of flowers. She let him in and excused herself to take a shower. Within minutes however, he had unlocked the door to her bathroom, stripped his clothes off and joined her in the shower. Though she put up some resistance at first, she did allow him to wash her back before kicking him out. After a thoroughly enjoyable shower, she got out, got dressed and walked back out to her living room where he invited her to have lunch with him.

“Sorry sugah, but I got plans already!” she replied. “But you make sure you come to my wrestling match in a couple of weeks now, okay?”

He agreed, and after a long kiss goodbye, he left. Shamiqua then went into her bedroom and fixed her make-up before the doorbell rang. She checked her watch and whispered, “right on time!”

Her REAL date had arrived and Shamiqua took a deep breath, thankful that she hadn’t been caught with the other guy. A sexy, single woman, Shamiqua had an active social life, and there was a line of guys desperate to date her. She chose only the best of them however and scheduled them carefully so as not to overbook herself. But despite the long line of men lusting for her, Shamiqua never gave them anything more than she was willing to give. Her body was her temple, and only a select few men had ever had the pleasure of entering it. Many had tried, showering her with gifts, but Shamiqua made sure that she was always in charge of the situation.

A master at manipulating men however, she used their lustfulness to ensure a large following for her wrestling match against Flora. Each and every man she met was invited to come and watch her win the title, Shamiqua doing her best to ensure her victory over Flora in the beauty contest.

The two weeks passed until finally, the day of the match arrived. Flora slept late until her husband woke her at 10:00 AM.

“Wake up Flora; I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Not a morning person, Flora rolled over, angry that she had been awaken. But he took a seat next to her on the bed and handed her a piece of plastic that looked just like a credit card.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“I know you’ve been stressed out about this beauty contest, so I figured I’d get you a day at the spa to help you look you’re best. You have an appointment at 12:00, and I’ve already paid for everything. So you go, get a massage, a facial, get your hair done, get your make-up done; whatever you want.”

Flora threw her arms around him and gave him a kiss. To truly show her appreciation however, she once again pushed him down onto the bed, pulled his pants off and dipped her head between his legs. As the sounds of slurping and gulping filled their bedroom, Flora’s husband groped his wife’s body his hands as her head rocked up and down. She dug her nails into him, ripping at this skin, much to his delight. Finally, after several minutes, he let out a loud groan before his body went limp, completely gratified.

“My wild animal is back!” he proclaimed, bringing a wide smile to Flora’s wet lips.

She retreated into the bathroom where she cleaned herself up before walking back into the bedroom.

“You go and spend the day getting yourself ready for tonight, and remember, there is no one sexier than you!” he told her.

Delighted at his remarks, Flora’s passion had returned. Her husband had restored her confidence and she was now ready for the task which lie ahead. They agreed to meet at the arena, and a few minutes later, Flora left for her day at the spa.

Shamiqua meanwhile prepared quite differently. She awoke early, took a 5 mile jog and then had a large breakfast of fruits and yogurt. She then hit the gym for some stretching and toning exercises before coming back home to get ready. She finally arrived at the arena about an hour and a half before the match, slipping into her black bikini before doing a final set of stretching.

Arriving about 45 minutes later, Flora walked into the dressing room wearing an overcoat. As Shamiqua entered the room from the adjoining gym, her taut body sweating and glistening under the fluorescent lights, Flora undid the belt on her overcoat and unwrapped her own pampered body, as if for Shamiqua’s benefit.

Wearing a similar black bikini, Flora’s skin also glistened, but from the effects of a shimmering body lotion she had applied at the spa. Her short black hair was meticulously coiffed with some gel giving a wet shimmer, her face glowing with a hint of blush on her cheeks, her eyes made up nicely and a deep red lipstick spread across her lips.

“You can wear all the make-up you want girl, but tonight you going down!” Shamiqua said threateningly.

“We’ll see!” Flora responded confidently.

The two women then took up residence on separate sides of the locker room before, about a half hour later, they were each called to enter the arena. Though flora had lobbied to be introduced last, she was nonetheless called to be introduced first. Standing before the doors which lead into the arena, she took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself.

“Welcome ladies and gentlemen, to a unique event. Tonight’s match is for the Women’s Division Championship!”

A loud roar rose up from the crowd as Flora’s husband took his seat at ringside, anxious for his wife’s introduction.

“But we have an interesting twist before the match. Our two combatants have agreed to participate in a beauty contest before the match, with the winner determining the type of match they will fight. I will introduce each lady who will then make their way up into the ring and take their place on either side of me. At that time I will ask you to take the keypad located on the arm of your seat, and cast your votes. So without any further delay, let’s get started!”

The crowd roared, anticipating a wild night of wrestling.

“Our first combatant stands 5’ 5” tall and weighs 115 pounds. Please give a warm welcome to ….. FLORA!”

The brunette pushed the doors open and summoning her sexiest strut, made her way down the aisle. The fans cheered mostly, though as usual, a few booed the fiery Flora. Clad in a black, string bikini, her pale skin glistening under the bright lights, Flora pranced down to ringside where she winked at her husband before climbing up into the ring. As she made her way over to the announcer, he then introduced her adversary.

“And her opponent, standing 5’ 8” tall and weighing 150 pounds, please give it up for ….. SHAMIQUA!”

As the caramel skinned beauty made her way to ringside, a huge ovation lifted from the crowd. Flora smirked as Shamiqua shook her wonderful ass as she reached ringside, climbing up into the ring and standing on the opposite side of the announcer. The two cast angry glances at each other before turning their attention to the crowd, each posing and trying to entice them.

“Okay, now I’m going to ask you to cast your vote. First, if you would like to vote for Flora, please press the button on your keypad now!”

The crowd buzzed with excitement as Flora tried to swivel her hips and tempt the fans to vote for her. After a few more seconds however, the announcer continued.

“Last chance ….. Okay, stop voting…… Now…. If you would like to vote for Shamiqua, press the button on your keypad now.”

He paused for a moment, but then finally called an end to the voting.

“That’s it, all the votes are in. Our computer will now tally the votes and in just a moment we’ll have the final results!”

Flora smiled nervously, anxious to hear the results. Some of her apprehension had returned as she stood there, glancing over at the tall, shapely Shamiqua. But her opponent looked extremely confident, waving out to several of her friends in the crowd. Just then a young woman walked up into the ring, handed the announcer an envelope, and walked away to a series of whistles and catcalls.

“The results are in! The winner of the beauty contest … and woman who will choose the rules for the match ….. with 63% of the votes ….. SHAMIQUA!”

Flora felt her heart sink into the pit of her stomach as Shamiqua thrust her arms over her head as the crowd erupted in cheers. The delighted Shamiqua paraded around the ring, taunting Flora as she did so. Flora could do little more than stand there, shown up by her younger rival as she angrily watched her celebrate. But the announcer then quieted the crowd, calling Shamiqua over.

“So Shamiqua, you now get to choose the kind of match you will wrestle. What is your decision?”

Shamiqua grabbed the microphone and began to strut around the ring.

“I don’t y’all was surprised by the outcome, now was you?” she yelled to the crowd who cheered loudly back.

“I been giving this a lot of thought. At first I thought, well maybe after I beat the bitch, I’ll shave her head! But then I though, NAH! She’s too ugly already!”

A roar of laughter burst up from the audience as Flora smirked, fuming at her rival’s speech.

“But then I tried to think of something more appropriate. And since I am wrestling against a dog, I decided that we should have a dog collar match!”

Flora’s face dropped as Shamiqua rushed over to ringside, pumping her fist and barking out loud. A large contingent in the crowd began barking back as the young woman who had earlier delivered the envelope with the beauty contest results in it to the ring now dragged a long heavy metal chain with leather collars attached to either side, up into the ring. She handed it to the announcer, who held it up high while declaring the rules.

“A dog collar match it is! Both women will be fitted with a leather dog collar around their necks which is attached to this 15 foot long metal chain. At no time can either woman remove the collar or she will be disqualified. The chain may be used as a weapon and the women can fight anywhere in the arena with no rules other than the winner must pin the loser’s shoulders to the mat, inside of the ring for a three count in order to be declared the winner and new Women’s Division Champion!”

With the crowd on their feet, he directed both women back to their corners. Once there, the young woman walked over to Flora first, fitting the leather collar around her neck. Flora looked tentative, having never participated in, nor even hearing of a dog collar match. But as the buckle was to the collar was fastened around her neck, Shamiqua took the opportunity to once again taunt her rival.

“That looks real natural on you girl, like you were born to wear it!” she shouted to the delight of her fans who again laughed out loud.

But surprisingly Flora had no retort, instead grabbing hold of the chain which now hung from her neck and looking a bit stunned. The young woman then walked across the ring and fastened the collar around Shamiqua’s neck before exiting the ring to a loud cheer. Both women stood in their corners with the leather choked fastened around them. The metal chain hung down from each of them, stretching across the ring with just enough slack that the center of the chain was barely touching the canvas. The announcer then climbed out of the ring as Flora turned and glanced at her husband, a nervous look on her face. Her husband raised his fist to her, trying to encourage his wife to “go get her”, and Flora nodded back at him, trying to look determined. Just a few seconds later however, the bell rang and the match was underway.

Not wasting any time, Shamiqua quickly gathered a section of the chain in front of her and gave a forceful tug on it. Flora’s head snapped backward as a result and her body lurched forward as she tried to grab the chain herself to alleviate the strain. But Shamiqua’s strength proved to be too much and Flora was yanked forward, faltering to the canvas as she was dragged across the ring like a fisherman reeling in his catch.

Continuing to haul the sections of chain toward her, Shamiqua reeled the brunette in, her bikini clad body towed across the ring until she was at the pretty black girl’s feet. Wasting no time, Shamiqua then stomped down forcefully on the back of Flora’s head, flattening her against the mat. Raising her hands to her head, Flora grabbed hold of it, rubbing away the pain as Shamiqua ripped up on the chain, heaving Flora up by the neck. Rising into a kneeling position, Flora tried again to grab the chain to protect herself, but Shamiqua stormed forward ahead and punted her foot forward, driving the tip of her leather boot into the pit of Flora’s belly.

“AAWWWWW!” howled the victimized brunette as her body folded forward, her arms wrapping around her midsection.

The crowd roared, cheering wildly for Shamiqua who then gathered up a section of the chain before whipping it against Flora’s back.

“AACCCHHHHH!” screamed the agonized Flora as her body trembled in pain and she fell over onto her side.

Thrusting her arms overhead, Shamiqua then reached down, grabbed a handful of Flora’s gelled, black hair and hauled her onto her feet. She then shoved one arm between Flora’s legs and scooped her up before body slamming her to the mat. Flora landed hard, her body bouncing several times before she again rolled onto her side, overwhelmed by Shamiqua’s strength. The ferociously fit attacker was just getting started however, and again wrenched Flora back onto her feet, this time pulling on the chain to do so.

Forced upright by the chain, Flora’s head dipped to the side, looking as if she was being hung. With her victim’s body now erect, Shamiqua pulled up on the chain, lynching Flora who was now on her toes and trying desperately to grab hold of the chain to ease her hanging but Shamiqua then fired a knee into the brunette’s extended, vulnerable gut, doubling her over once again.

Having watched Flora’s match against Brit, Shamiqua saw how the blonde first dazed her by slamming her head into the turnbuckle before unleashing a ferocious body attack which rendered the brunette virtually defenseless. So Shamiqua was taking a page out of the British wrestler’s book by pounding Flora’s body as well. And since the brown-skinned beauty was bigger and stronger than her fellow blonde wrestler, her body blows were even more effective. She then gathered up the chain and flogged Flora in the back with it as before, knocking the petite beauty to the canvas.

Lying face down, Flora squirmed on the mat, her body aching badly from the beating it had taken already. There were two long, red bruises on the pale skin down the length of her back from where Shamiqua had whipped her with the chain, and her midsection was throbbing painfully. But she nonetheless pushed herself up onto all fours as Shamiqua stood threateningly over her. Just as Flora got to one knee however, Shamiqua rushed in and grabbed her by the hair. The brunette retaliated however, firing three straight jabs into Shamiqua’s gut, which was inches away from her face. The blows were enough to slow Shamiqua’s assault, but not enough to do any real damage.

But the pause was long enough to allow Flora to gather a section of chain together and smash it against Shamiqua’s knee, resulting in a loud YELP by the Amazonian attacker. Flora pushed herself up onto her feet, still holding the length of chain, and quickly lashed it across Shamiqua’s chest, causing the powerful brawler to stumble back into the corner, raising her hands to her chest in the process.

With the crowd booing, Flora stumbled forward, stretching a section of the chain apart as she moved forward and wrapped it around Shamiqua’s neck. She pulled the chain together, choking her foe, who grabbed at it to try and pull it off of her. But Flora had a firm grip as she spun Shamiqua around, now planting herself behind the asphyxiated beauty. Facing the corner, Shamiqua’s mouth fell open as she continued to try and pry the chain free from her throat, but did so unsuccessfully. Flora stepped up onto the middle rope with her right foot, increasing her leverage and as a result, increasing the intensity of the choke.

Losing oxygen, Shamiqua dropped to her knees as Flora kept the pressure on, hoping to choke her enemy into unconsciousness. The struggle continued for a few seconds longer before finally, Shamiqua was able to summon her remaining strength and pry an inch or two of breathing space between her throat and the metal object. Trying to squeeze tighter, Flora realized that Shamiqua had jammed her fingers into an opening, making the choke no longer effective. But it had done its damage as Shamiqua gasped fro air while on her knees, facing the corner.

Dropping the chain, Flora then grabbed two handfuls of the long hair from the back of Shamiqua’s head, ripping it backward before slamming her face into the middle turnbuckle. The panting, kneeling grappler’s body wavered back and forth as one arm fell over the middle ropes. Flora then backpedaled across the ring before charging forward, leaping through the air, legs first, and delivering a brutal dropkick between Shamiqua’s shoulder blades.

Smashed into the corner, Shamiqua’s upper body dipped between the ropes as it faltered outside of the ring. With her midsection now resting against the middle rope, her legs still floundering inside of the ring, Shamiqua found herself in an unenviable position. Flora tried to take advantage by grabbing hold of Shamiqua’s legs and pushing them forward, trying to dump her out of the ring altogether. But Shamiqua was able to grab hold of the ringpost with both arms, using it to prevent herself from being ejected.

Continuing to try and push on her victim’s legs, Flora finally realized that her attempt was fruitless and relented. But she then used her arms to spread Shamiqua’s legs apart before ramming her knee upward and slamming against Shamiqua’s inner thigh. The dangling wrestler groaned loudly and even more so after Flora hit her in the same spot a second time.

After delivering the two debilitating blows, Flora again tried to force Shamiqua from the ring by the legs, but the brown-skinned beauty grabbed the ringpost once more, preventing the attempt. So Flora then decided to pull Shamiqua back into the ring, heaving on her legs to drag her upper body over the rope. The cable scratched at Shamiqua’s skin, but as she was dragged across it, she grabbed hold of the middle rope with both hands, her body now stretched in midair as Flora’s yanked on her legs.

The tug of war continued with Shamiqua frantically holding onto the ropes as Flora tried to pull her legs with all of her might. Facing down toward the canvas, Shamiqua’s muscles began to tremble from the strain, the crowd chiding her to hang on. With her limbs stretched to their fullest, her rippled body prolonged, the battle raged for almost a minute. Finally, with the strain on hr limbs too much to bear, Shamiqua’s hands lost their grip and her body flew toward the center of the ring before crashing against it. Flora meanwhile fell backward once the resistance was ended, landing on her butt near the far corner. But she was able to push herself upright before Shamiqua could even get to her knees, getting to all fours as Flora charged over to her.

Racing in front of her kneeling rival, Flora quickly wrapped her legs around Shamiqua’s head, trapping it between her sweaty thighs. But Shamiqua quickly lunged her arms forward, wrapping them around the back of Flora’s legs before lurching forward, causing Flora to fall down onto her back. With the crowd cheering, Shamiqua then slowly knelt erect before gradually lifting one leg and planting on the canvas. She then steadily got her other foot out in front of her before steadily lifting her body into a standing position, Flora now dangling down her back.

The upended brunette began to punch her attacker in the kidney, but Shamiqua steadfastly trudged over to the side of the ring, cringing with each shot she took. Reaching the side ropes, she then turned her body to the side before whipping herself around and causing Flora’s body to whirl through the air and sail over the top rope. Though she tried to keep her thighs wrapped around Shamiqua’s head, her body’s momentum was too great and Flora found herself dropping over the top rope and crashing to the floor below.

The brunette landed hard, the chain from her neck cascading up into the ring as Shamiqua looked down at her. The crowd erupted in cheers as Flora rolled onto her side, her back aching from the painful landing. She glanced over and saw her husband seated in the first row directly in front of her, shaking his fist to try and incite his wife. Flora saw it, but before she could react, Shamiqua had begun to pull up on the chain, tightening it until the brunette began to be ripped onto her feet.

With the chain now taut, Flora’s body was forced upward. She tried to get to her feet quickly enough to ease the strain, but Shamiqua was really hauling up on the chain. Finally Flora was completely erect, her head being jarred by the collar. Slowly she was forced up onto her toes as she grabbed the chain, but was unable to prevent herself from being hoisted up like a piece of meat. With Shamiqua grunting loudly, Flora’s toes lifted off of the ground as her body was now completely hung in the air, Shamiqua straining to hold her there.

But the sweat on the Amazon’s hands made them slippery, causing her to lose her grip and therefore allowing Flora to again drop to the floor. With the crowd cheering for Shamiqua to repeat the attack, the powerful wrestler tried to wipe her hands on the back of her bikini bottom. Though there wasn’t much material to work with, she was nonetheless able to wipe off enough sweat to try again. She began to pull on the chain and, as before, Flora was hauled onto her feet and into the air. With her feet dangling just an inch or so off of the ground, the crowd erupted at the sight, Shamiqua straining to keep all of Flora’s 115 pounds airborne.

With her head tilted awkwardly, Flora frantically tried to grab the chain and eliminate the pressure, but her attempt proved fruitless. The pain in her neck was becoming unbearable and a sharp pain ran down her spine as the sight of her body dangling at ringside was inspiring the crowd to cheer even louder. They were clearly on Shamiqua’s side now and so desperate, Flora was able to place her hands down onto the ring apron, stiffening her arms to reduce the strain on her neck. Finally able to use her leverage to pull her knees up onto the ring apron, Flora successfully lifted her body out of the lynching. But she had also left herself vulnerable and Shamiqua took advantage by punting the tip of her boot into Flora’s belly.

“AAAWWWWW!” howled the brunette as she curled forward over the middle rope, her body folded in pain.

Shamiqua then reached down and grabbed her by the hair, yanking her through the ropes and back into the ring. Flora fell face-first as Shamiqua dragged her forward a few feet before dropping her.

“You know you is a real pain in the ass! It’s time I ended this!” she yelled threateningly to the prone Flora.

As she reached down to grab Flora by the hair however, the wily brunette grabbed a section of the chain and wrapped it around Shamiqua’s legs, pulling it tightly to secure it. With her legs now trapped tightly together, Shamiqua watched helplessly as Flora lunged forward, driving her shoulder into Shamiqua’s gut and knocking her onto her back. The pretty ex-Marine landed hard on her shoulders as flora stumbled upward, gathering a larger section of the chain in her hands. She then trudged over to Shamiqua, who had propped herself into a seated position. Flora then took the section of chain and angrily whipped it against the side of Shamiqua’s head, sending her tumbling back down to the mat as the crowd let out a collective gasp.

The shot was a vicious one and left Shamiqua dazed as she grabbed the side of her to check for blood. Though no blood was found, her ears were ringing and she was left disoriented. Both women were now exhausted, each sweating with signs of the scars of battle on their bodies. But Flora was determined to persevere and reached down, snatching two handfuls of Shamiqua’s hair to rip up onto her knees. As Shamiqua was forced to her knees with Flora standing directly in front of her, she quickly wrapped her left arm around the petite brunette, pulling her close while beginning to fire a series of right hooks into Flora’s side. Though each blow jarred Flora’s battered body, the brunette nonetheless again gathered a section of the chain and struck Shamiqua in the same side of the head with it.

“CLANK!”

The loud sound of metal striking skull echoed loudly as the crowd again gasped. Shamiqua swayed back and forth, but remained on her knees, though her arms fell to her sides and a vacant expression stretched across her pretty face. Flora was hobbling now, the pain intense though her will to win taking over. She grabbed the chain closest to Shamiqua’s collar and began to stumble around her kneeling foe, wrapping the metal links around Shamiqua’s body and trapping her arms at her sides. She completed three, stumbling revolutions around her staggered rival, ensnaring her body with the chain and rendering her arms useless.

The crowd was enraged and booed loudly as Flora hobbled in front of her trapped foe, finally kicking her to the mat. Shamiqua tumbled over like a freshly cut tree, Flora then nudging her onto her back before kneeling across Shamiqua’s shoulders. The ref, invisible to this point, jumped up into the ring, knelt down alongside the two wrestlers and slapped the mat three times, counting Shamiqua out.

The crowd jumped to their feet, the vast majority angered by the outcome of the match as Flora had overcome a brutal battle to pin the younger, larger woman and thereby earn the championship belt. Her husband sat at ringside, amazed at the brutality of the match, and the perseverance of his wife. Though her body was bruised and she could barely stand on her own, she was nonetheless the one with her arm raised as the announcer climbed into the ring to make it official.

“The winner of a brutal and memorable match …. And new Women’s Division Champion …… FLORA!”

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