Flora vs. Barbara
Women’s Division Championship Match
As she sat alone watching TV on the sofa on a Saturday night, Flora began to fall asleep. Her husband was out for the night with friends, or at least so she thought, and since she had made no plans herself, she caught up on some housework before lying down to watch some TV. But then, just as her eyes began to close, the telephone rang and jarred her awake. She was informed that the Women’s Division 3 Way Dance match had just concluded with Barbara emerging as the victor and thus earning the right to face her for the title. Flora smiled, delighted with the result.
The 2 women had become pro wrestlers at the same time and faced each other in their first match, with Flora earning an easy victory. So as she sat on the sofa, a sadistic smile spread across her face as she pondered her next match. Having recently won the Women’s Division Title with a victory over Shamiqua, Flora was anxious to get back into the ring to defend that title for the first time. Though typically confident to the point of arrogance, her previous couple of matches had been wars, so Flora cherished the opportunity to face, what she considered to be, a weaker opponent.
Glancing over at the clock she noticed that it was 10:00 PM and though early, since her husband already out for the night, she decided to get to bed so that she could begin her training the next morning. What she did not know however was that her husband was actually NOT out with friends, but rather sitting in a Go Go bar and watching Brit, Flora’s wrestling nemesis, dance for his pleasure. Brit had captivated Flora’s husband from the first time he saw her and since, aside from being a pro wrestler she was also a stripper in a topless bar, he had become a regular patron of that bar. So as he sat at the bar and watched Brit perform, his wife walked into their bedroom and fell asleep, alone.
At the age of 36, Flora and her husband had no children, though they had been married for quite some time. As a result, their lives were centered around their own careers and individual interests. Their marriage was complex and volatile, much like Flora’s personality, and had seen it’s share of difficulties. So to try and solidify their union and engage in an endeavor they could both enjoy, Flora had decided to become a professional wrestler. She knew that her husband loved strong, fiery women and once in the ring, Flora was exactly that. So in order to please her husband, Flora knew that succeeding as champion was not only important to her personally, but even more so, a critical component of her marriage.
Despite her initial motivation for wrestling however, Flora also truly enjoyed it and was becoming quite accomplished at it, as evidenced by her title as Women’s Division Champion. Her ornery personality and tumultuous temperament, impediments in her everyday life, were actually well-suited to her wrestling persona. And though those traits had not helped her popularity with neither the fans nor the other wrestlers, her success was hard to argue with. Her upcoming opponent however was quite a contrast.
As a happily married, suburban housewife and mother of 2 children, Barbara did not fit the mold of a pro wrestler. A pleasantly outgoing woman, Barbara was one of the most popular wrestlers with both the fans and her colleagues. She was motivated by her own desire to compete and succeed in a physically demanding activity, and though her husband was very supportive, if he had his choice, he would have chosen a significantly less violent hobby for her. But it was not his choice, and like most other things in her life, Barbara now wanted to share her accomplishments with her family.
She and her husband had made a conscious decision not to let their children know that their mom was a wrestler, at least not until she ever wrestled for the title. And with that opportunity now here, they sat down and discussed it. Barbara was eager to have her children come and see her match, though her husband was still hesitant. He had seen almost all of her matches, and it was agonizing to watch his wife take punishment, win or lose. He worried the affect that would have on their kids, and made sure she knew his feelings.
“I have all of the confidence in the world in your ability Barbara, but I’m still worried. You’ve faced Flora twice before, and both times ended pretty badly. If our kids had seen either one, I’m sure it would have had a dramatic affect on them.”
Barbara had in fact faced Flora twice, once in a practice session before their match, and then the match itself. In the practice session, Barbara was left hung upside down from the ropes after Flora pounded on her, leaving her hanging there. And in the match itself, Barbara was dropped onto the corner like a slab of beef, her body pummeled before Flora rolled her to the mat and pinned her.
“I know what’s happened before, but this time will be different. First of all, I’m in the best shape of my life. Second of all, I’m being trained by a terrific wrestler in Lace who has taught me so much. And last, I beat 2 women in my last match, both at the same time. I’ve come a long way since the last time I faced Flora. I’m a better wrestler than her, I’m in better shape, and I’m going to beat her! And if our kids are there at ringside to watch me do it and win the title, that would be the icing on the cake! ” Barbara pronounced confidently.
Her husband paused to think about it, but seeing how passionate she was, reluctantly agreed. So the next day, Barbara began her training in earnest. She met Lace at the federation’s gym and was put through a rigorous work-out. The two took a break before heading into the ring to do run through some moves, just as Flora walked in. She looked like she had just rolled out of bed, dressed in a faded black sports bra and a pair of ratty looking sweatpants, her short black hair uncombed her skin pale and pasty looking. Lace stood there staring at her, Barbara sitting alongside her as Flora walked over to them.
“I see you’ve got a different old bag to train you this time Barbara. Won’t matter though, the result will still be the same.” Flora chided.
Lace was clearly annoyed by the assertion and began to inch menacingly closer to the petite brunette before Barbara intervened. But before Barbara could respond, Lace scolded her.
“Is this the street rat you’re facing? Look at her, she’s a mess! No wonder the fans hate her! And look at these puny little arms!” Lace declared, forcefully grabbing Flora by the arm and squeezing her bicep.
Angered herself, Flora shook her arm free and pushed Lace backward, Barbara again intervening.
“Listen granny, it doesn’t matter who’s more popular. All that matters is what happens in the ring. And just like before, I’m gonna pummel your little protégé’! And after i'm done with her, I'd be happy to do the same thing to you that I did to her last trainer!”
“We’ll see Flora!” Barbara shot back before taking Lace’s arm and walking with her into the ring in the other room.
Flora then walked away herself, beginning her work-out and concluding it before Barbara and Lace finished themselves. On the drive home however, Flora began to think about Lace’s comments. Though furious, a few of Lace’s comments had struck a nerve. “Street rat? The fans hate me? I’ll show her!!!” Flora thought to herself. Arriving home, her husband was seated at the kitchen table, eating breakfast. She walked over and kissed him, taking a seat on his lap. She then pulled off her sports bra and tossed it aside, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a deep, hot blooded kiss.
“Come on Flora, knock it off!” he hissed at her, pushing her off of him.
Undeterred, she began to walk into the other, still topless, before turning back to him.
“I’m gonna go do a couple of miles on the treadmill, and when I’m done ...”
Jogging on the treadmill in their extra bedroom, Flora’s bare chest jostled up and down with each step she took. Gradually working up a sweat, she ran 3 miles before her husband came back in and sat down, watching her. She smiled, gradually slowing her pace until finally stepping off and taking a seat on his lap once again. This time however, her husband lifted his sweaty, panting wife, carrying her into the bedroom where they made love. Once finished, they lay next to each other, Flora beginning the conversation.
“You know what. Now that I’m champ, I’m gonna make those fans love me!” she proclaimed. “I’m gonna look so god for this match that they won’t have any choice but to root for me!” she declared.
Later that day, Flora began to carry out that plan. First off, she needed a new outfit. But not just any old outfit, this time she was going to wear something that would leave all of the men with their tongues hanging out of their mouths, and all of the women jealous. So she went to the lingerie store and found the perfect outfit. It was a black, silk thong and matching push up bra finished off with a pair of black sandals with leather straps which wrapped around her leg all the way up the top of her calf. It was an outfit more appropriate for the bedroom than the wrestling ring, but for Flora, it was exactly what she was looking for. The finishing touch was a long, black silk robe which she planned to wear for her entrance, removing it one in the ring to unveil the sensual outfit beneath.
As she stared at herself in the changing room mirror however, Flora knew that she still had some work to do. Since the outfit was so skimpy, even more so than usual, she needed to a do a little maintenance, and try to add some color to her pale, white skin. So she called and scheduled 3 days worth of spa visits for the week before the match. The first day was waxing day; a Brazilian bikini wax to be exact, as well as the other parts of her body which required waxing. The next day was skin care day; where she had her body scrubbed and exfoliated, bathed in a mud bath and massaged with skin care oils to look its’ best, capped off by a manicure, pedicure and facial. And finally, on the day of the match, she stripped naked and stepped into a booth where her body was sprayed with a tanning solution. She then had her hair done and a touch of make-up applied to her face before she was done. She then purchased a special shimmering, spray-on body oil, which would add a sparkling sheen to her newly pampered skin before heading to the arena.
Barbara had quite a different day leading up to the match. Her 14 year old daughter was in a cheerleading competition that morning and her 13 year old son had a baseball tournament that afternoon. She attended both, rushed home, took a shower, packed the family into the minivan before they drove the hour and a half to the arena. They arrived about a half hour before the match, Barbara’s family walking with her back into the locker room area. She took her daughter into the locker room with her, wanting to show her around as her husband and son stood outside the door.
The first match of the evening, the Veteran’s Division Championship Match, had just ended a few minutes before and as Barbara’s son and husband stood outside the locker room door, Ms. Liberty and her manager emerged from the locker room and began to walk out of the arena. Soon after that, Barbara’s husband walked to the bathroom, telling his son to wait there until he returned.
As he did, Flora burst out of the locker room, wearing her black silk robe as she rushed over to Ms. Liberty. The two exchanged heated words before Ms. Liberty left the arena while Flora began to walk back to the locker room, carrying a spray bottle in her hand. She saw Barbara’s son standing there though she did not know who he was. Her first reaction was to scold the boy for being in the locker room area, but once she saw his cute, innocent face, she walked over to him and ran her fingers through his hair.
“What a nice looking kid you are.” she whispered to him, “How old are you?”
The boy was nervous, but blurted out, “18 !”, an assertion which brought a smile to Flora’s lips.
Since he was actually 13 years of age, the boy’s hormones were raging. And as Flora stood in front of him, her robe opened up slightly to reveal a hint of the skimpy outfit beneath, the boy was obviously smitten, hypnotized by the lady wrestler and not realizing that she was his mother’s upcoming opponent.
“Do you like my outfit cutie?” Flora asked him, playfully opening up her robe to give him a view.
His head bobbed up and down repeatedly, too enthralled to speak.
“Then do you want to do me a favor?” she asked, once again his head bobbing up and down in agreement.
“Here, come inside with me.” she said, gently grabbing his hand and walking him into a private room.
A minute later, his father returned and, not finding the boy, began to search frantically. Flora meanwhile stood with him behind the closed door where she removed her robe, causing the boy’s pants to bulge at the sight of her in the skimpy outfit. Flora smiled at his reaction, finding it incredibly sweet. Then she melodiously asked for the favor she had mentioned.
“I need someone to rub this oil on my back. Can you help?” she asked.
Though she figured the boy was just a teenager, Flora’s intentions were not immoral. She simply needed someone to massage the oil onto the parts of her body she could not reach on her own, and since he was there, she didn’t see any harm. So she handed him the bottle and asked him to spray it all over her back, and then rub it in. For a moment, he was too thunderstruck to act, staring at her with his eyes wide open and his tongue hanging out of his mouth. But finally he snapped out of it enough to begin the process.
Starting at the back of her shoulders, he sprayed it on, slowly massaging it into her skin, taking his time to savor every moment of the experience. He gradually moved down her back, amazed at how soft her skin was. He continued on down until he came to the waistline of her thong, just above where her ass was sticking out from beneath it. He paused, staring hopefully up at Flora who had turned her head to face him.
“Thank you sweetheart,” she said. She then saw the look in his eyes, as if he was begging her to let him continue. “Do you want to do the back of my legs too?” she asked lightheartedly.
“YES!” he blurted out loudly, once again causing Flora to chuckle.
He then slowly massaged the oil onto her right ankle, painstakingly working his way up her right leg until he reached the bottom of her ass. He hesitated, Flora turning and glancing down at him with a playfully scolding look. He pouted, realizing that she was not going to let him continue up any further, so he then went to work on her left leg.
His hands caressed her thigh, the young boy in a daze as he could not believe what was happening. The fragrant aroma radiating off of her skin from the scented lotion intoxicated him, but not nearly as much so as the opportunity to rub the body of a beautiful woman. Repeating the process, he slowly worked his way up the back of her thigh, smothering it with oil before finally reaching the same spot where he had been stopped previously. But rather than hesitate, he instead went for it, spraying a gush of oil onto Flora’s bare, round cheek before kneading it around the outer edges of her backside. She let him continue until he started to move toward the middle, at which time she turned around, preventing him from continuing.
“You are a naughty boy, aren’t you?” she stated teasingly.
He blushed, just as any 13 year old boy would do when caught doing something he should not have been doing. Flora smiled, amused by his overactive libido as he stood up, the two now facing each other.
“Okay, so I guess you want to do the front too!” she teased.
He frantically nodded his head, his tongue virtually hanging out of his mouth like a dog begging for another treat.
Flora smiled, hesitating, but then finally nodding her head. The boy was obviously in heaven, a wide grin on his face as he ran his hands over her the front of her body, his pants bulging even more as Flora watched him while smiling. She knew that what she was doing was wrong, but the boy was having so much fun that she did not stop him. Finally, with most of her body covered in oil, she gently took the bottle from him and thanked him by giving him a kiss on the cheek. She then motioned toward the door, a sign to the boy that it was time to leave, before spraying a few of the most private areas of her body herself.
“You are gonna be a real heartbreaker kid. Thanks for your help and wish me luck!” she said, blowing him a kiss as he began to walk out of the room. “Oh ... and let’s keep this our little secret, okay?”
He nodded his head and left, still not realizing that Flora would be wrestling against his mom. He then stood out in the hallway in a fog as his frantic dad finally found him.
“Where were you? I was looking all over for you!” he yelled at the boy.
“I was … um … in the bathroom.” he replied, trying to wipe the oil off of his hands.
“What the heck is that on your hands?” his father asked, the boy not sure how to respond.
Just then Barbara emerged from the locker room with her daughter, giving her a kiss before summoning her son and husband who kissed her and wished her luck as well before they all left, walking into the arena to find their seats. As they began to walk through the doorway, Flora emerged; spotting the boy and winking at him just before he walked entered the arena. He smiled shyly back at her, his father dragging him along, not seeing the exchange. But Barbara had, and confronted Flora.
“What the hell are you doing with my son!?!?!” she yelled.
Flora sneered back at her, goading her opponent.
“Good looking kid, must take after his father.” She replied snidely.
“He’s only 13 years old!!! So keep your claws off of him!!!” Barbara yelled threateningly.
“That’s fine. I’ll just dig my claws into you instead!” Flora replied menacingly, moving nose-to-nose with her.
Having just discovered who the boy was, Flora smiled wickedly as Barbara stared back at her. But before the confrontation erupted, Barbara was called for her introduction. Making her way to the entrance, she stood before the door, breathing heavily as her heart raced, still seething from the encounter with Flora. But she tried to put that aside, instead focusing her attention on the task at hand.
This was it! The chance she had been waiting for! The chance not only to avenge her previous loss to Flora, but also to take her title in the process. And though excited, she was also extremely nervous.
“Our featured match of the night is for the Women’s Division Championship! Introducing first the challenger, who earned her way here by virtue of a victory in the 3 Way Dance ….. She is 40 years of age, stands 5’ 4” tall and weighs 120 pounds. Please welcome ….. BARBARA!”
As a loud ovation rose from the fans, Barbara burst through the doors and trotted spryly down to ringside, slapping hands with her fans along the way. As usual, she received a raucous welcome as one of the federations’ most popular wrestlers. Wearing a royal blue and lime green top with matching spandex shorts and knee pads and blue boots with green tassels, Barbara looked great, and very much like a well honed pro wrestler.
Reaching ringside, she dashed over to her family, hugging her kids and husband before briskly hopping up into the ring. She skipped around it briefly before, waving in recognition of the cheers before heading back to her corner where she began to stretch.
“And her opponent tonight, and current Women’s Division Champion ….. She is 36 years of age, stands 5’ 5” tall and weighs 115 pounds ….. give it up for ... FLORA!”
The doors opened and Flora strutted into the arena to a mix of boos and cheers. Wearing her long and flowing, black silk robe and a pair of dark sunglasses, Flora took her time as she paraded down the aisle. She ignored the fans who either tried to greet her or were yelling at her, smirking arrogantly as she reached ringside. She then climbed up the steps and into the ring, prancing to the center before she slowly removed her sunglasses and tossed them aside. She then untied the belt of her robe before dipping her shoulders back to allow it to roll of them, unveiling her shimmering, barely clad body.
Wearing the black silk thong and skimpy top with roman sandals tied around each of her calves, her skin glowing from her rich tan and glistening body oil, a large contingent of fans began to whistle and catcall, obviously impressed and aroused by her attire. In addition, Flora had both the Women’s Division Championship and Bikini Wrestler of the Year Belts wrapped around her waist, which she removed and held overhead, posing for the fans. She waved them in Barbara’s direction, taunting her with her accomplishments.
Barbara looked on, stunned at first at her rival’s costume, but then smirking back at her. She then looked at her family to gauge their reaction, her husband and son’s eyes fixated on the brunette. She then noticed Flora wink at her son, causing the boy to blush and smile shyly, which in turn caused the perky housewife to seethe. Her son was obviously infatuated by the brunette beauty, causing Barbara to then jerk angrily at the ropes, pulling on them to stretch her arms in earnest while also trying to release some of her anger.
Finally, after Flora concluded her exhibition, she walked back to her corner, handing her belts over to an attendant before spotting her own husband at ringside, throwing him a kiss. This was the first time he had seen her in the outfit and he stood and applauded, blowing a kiss back at her before turning to look back at the cheering, large contingent of her newly converted fans. Flora meanwhile turned to face Barbara as the two women were now ready, the announcer leaving the ring as the lights dimmed over the crowd and the bell rang to signal the start of the match.
Moving slowly out of her corner, Flora began to circle the ring but Barbara hastily rushed her. As Flora raised her hands to grab hold of her charging nemesis, Barbara quickly wrapped her hands around the back of Flora’s head, pulling down on it as she used the leverage provided to thrust her legs upward and plant the sole of her boots onto the champ’s hips. Flora was then pulled toward the canvas as Barbara fell backward beneath her, using her legs to lunge upward, flipping the champ over her head.
Landing hard on her back, Flora spread apart as her body slid for a foot or so before skidding to a halt. Barbara got up quickly and rushed over to Flora before the champ could regain her bearings, grabbing her by the arm and yanking her onto her feet. The challenger then nailed her with a knee to the midsection, doubling the champ over. With Flora bowed in front of her, Barbara then wrapped her arm around the champ’s bowed head, wedging the back of it up into her armpit. She then reached forward, grabbing the back of Flora’s thong and using it to hoist her lower body up and into the air. Not strong enough to get Flora’s legs more than a couple of feet in the air, Barbara then dropped to the mat, ramming the top of Flora’s head into it. The crowd cheered as Flora’s neck disappeared momentarily into her shoulders, the devastating move jarring her as she toppled onto her stomach. With her head throbbing and spinning, Flora remained face down as Barbara again got to her feet to resume the attack.
As Barbara’s husband and daughter cheered, her son sat quietly, his emotions divided. On the one hand, he was happy to see his mom perform so skillfully, but as he watched Flora lay on the canvas obviously stung by the quick attack, he felt badly. He had become infatuated with her and though he wished no harm on his mom, he also secretly hoped Flora would rebound. No one seemed to notice his conflicting emotions however as his mom went right back on the attack.
Standing over the fallen Champion, Barbara then stepped onto her back with one foot while reaching down to grab hold of Flora’s right ankle and right wrist. Pulling up on each, she bent the champ’s body awkwardly, arching her back as she pulled on her limbs. Flora started to scream a deep and pained howl as her body was being stretched apart, her back aching. But Barbara then dropped downward, landing on her butt and jolting the champ’s already stretched body as a result. Continuing to bend Flora apart by pulling on her limbs while pushing into her back, Barbara now had the champ rolled onto her side, her scantily clad body stretched to it’s limit.
Watching at ringside, Barbara’s son was mesmerized; gawking at Flora’s spread body while occasionally glancing up at the cringed expression on her face. Though he enjoyed the view of her extended figure, he nonetheless felt a lump in his throat as the object of his affection was being manhandled. The ref then moved in and asked Flora if she submitted, but the champ screamed an angry “N…O…O!” in response. She then desperately reached forward with her free arm, stretching for the rope before finally grabbing hold of it.
The ref noticed this and commanded Barbara to break the hold, which she did. As Flora’s body unfurled, she tried to get to her knees, grabbing onto the rope for support just as Barbara was allowed to resume. Grabbing a handful of Flora’s hair, she ripped her onto her feet, walking her across the ring to the opposite corner. She then charged forward, dragging the champ alongside her as they gained momentum. Barbara continued to drag Flora completely across the ring until finally they reached the corner, the challenger shoving the speeding Flora forward until the entire front of her body smacked against the turnbuckles with tremendous force.
The ropes all around the ring shook from the impact, Flora’s body jostling back and forth before her arms fell over the top ropes on either side of the corner, the rest of her body collapsing. With the action once again directly above him, Barbara’s son watched in amazement as Flora hung off of the ropes. He knew nothing about her prior to this, not aware what Flora had done to his mom previously, nor her reputation for being a nasty rule breaker. All he knew was that this beautiful woman who had been so generous and warm to him, was now getting her ass kicked. And despite the fact that it was his own mom doing the kicking, he nonetheless was heartbroken. So as his dad and sister cheered, he remained seated and quieted, watching in awe.
Standing behind the ailing champ, Barbara moved in, grabbing hold of her by the wrist before painfully twisting her arm behind her back. With her face right next to the side of Flora’s head, the challenger uncharacteristically growled a taunt into the champ’s ear.
“Never piss off a mom!” she whispered angrily before yanking Flora out of the corner and shoving her toward the center of the ring, still painfully wrenching her shoulder.
As Flora groaned distressingly, the crowd screamed at the action taking place, some siding with Barbara while others cheered for Flora to mount a comeback. The champ didn’t disappoint, abruptly propelling her elbow backward and catching Barbara off guard as she was nailed in the stomach. Flora then repeated the attack twice more, pummeling Barbara’s taut tummy with her elbow and forcing the challenger to relinquish her grip on Flora’s arm. The champ then moved alongside the hunched over challenger, grabbed her by her neck and flipped her to the canvas.
With her long, curly hair scattering about her head, Barbara landed hard on her butt, the collision sending a sharp pain up her spine. But Flora was on her quickly, snatching her by the hair, ripping her upright and then once again flipping her to the mat. Landing hard a second time, Barbara’s head fell backward as her mouth opened wide in pain. Flora however repeated the maneuver a third time, ripping her up by the hair before flipping the challenger to the canvas once again. Dizzied by the attack and with her spine aching, Barbara fell onto her back as Flora moved closer. The champ then dropped to the mat, slamming her elbow down into Barbara’s midsection, causing the challenger’s body to fold upward as she screamed in pain.
“BWAAAAW!”
Rolling onto her side, Barbara clutched her aching midsection as Flora got to her feet, kicking the challenger onto her stomach. She then delivered another lethal elbow drop, this time to the small of Barbara’s back, eliciting another anguished howl.
“OOOHHHHH!”
Huddling together into the fetal position, Barbara didn’t know which aching body part to tend to first. Her midsection and back both ached badly, but Flora moved quickly, not allowing her the opportunity to tend to any of her aches and pains. Instead, she grabbed hold of Barbara’s ankles, rolling her onto her back before hoisting up on her legs, shifting her grip to grab hold of Barbara’s thighs as the challenger’s upper body remained pressed to the canvas. With the inside of her knees now tucked against her opponent’s hips, Barbara found herself going for a ride, Flora spinning her upended body around by the legs.
Twirling around in a circle, Barbara’s hair blew out over her head, her arms sailing freely as well as Flora spun her a couple of times before letting go and sending her crashing to the mat. Rolling over twice before coming to a halt near the corner, the woozy challenger remained on her side, trying to clear her head. Flora meanwhile took a second to steady herself, but then rushed over, clutching onto Barbara’s curly locks before hauling her onto her feet and shoving her forcefully into the corner, directly above where her family sat and watched.
Seeing his mom dangling off of the ropes, Barbara’s son once again was conflicted. It was upsetting to see his mother in so much pain, but it was also very arousing to see Flora take control. The poor kid was so conflicted, his brain was on overdrive, trying to figure it all out!
Back up in the ring, Flora walked slowly back to the center, pausing as she breathed deeply. Her body sparkled as a result of the lights flickering off of her oiled skin as she raised her hands to brush her short hair back. The boy’s eyes became fixated on her, even as his mom languished in the corner. But Flora was now absorbed in the match, unconcerned with anyone but her opponent.
Catching her breath, she then began to charge toward the corner. But as she approached, Barbara grabbed hold of the top rope on either side of her, using her grip to hurl her legs forward and ram them into the midsection of the charging champion, who wailed in pain as a result.
“FFOOOOFFFF!”!”
Folding in half, Flora dropped to one knee as her arms wrapped around her battered belly. Barbara meanwhile pushed herself up onto the second rope, balancing on them as she raised her arms overhead, joining her fists before diving forward and dropping them down between Flora’s shoulder blades. The blow knocked Flora flat on her face as Barbara knelt directly over her head. The suburban housewife and mom then got to her knees, once again lifting her arms overhead before again slamming her conjoined fists down into the champ’s back, pounding it once more.
As Barbara grabbed one of the ropes to help her get to her feet, Flora remained flattened below her, her bare butt sticking up from beneath her thong as she lay there, face down.
Getting to her feet, Barbara then shambled alongside Flora, her feet straddling the champ’s midsection as she faced in the direction of her victim’s legs. She then dropped down onto Flora’s lower back, causing the champ’s body to convulse upward.
Facing down toward Flora’s roman sandal covered feet while seated on her back, Barbara then reached forward, grabbing her by the ankles and using the grip to curl Flora’s shapely, shimmering legs back in toward her body. Barbara crossed one over the other to increase the strain, pulling back as hard as she could. Flora’s head jerked upward, her face gnarled into an anguished expression as she began to grunt loudly.
“RRAAARRRHHHH!”!”
Once again in the perfect position for a bird’s eye view, Barbara’s son watched as the object of his affections screamed in torment, the silky smooth body he had earlier fondled with his hands now being mangled by his mom. He looked up quietly, though he seemed to be urging Flora to escape with his beseeching expression. She continued to howl in pain, but then desperately began to reach for the ropes, hoping to once again escape from a painful hold by grabbing them. With her arm stretched as far as it could reach, Flora was finally able to secure a grip, the ref once again ordering Barbara to break the hold.
Not realizing that Flora was so close to the ropes, Barbara slapped the mat in frustration as she released Flora’s legs, allowing them to untangle and fall limply. Barbara got to her feet quickly however, and once given the signal from the ref, resumed the attack. Flora had pushed herself up onto all fours, but Barbara assisted her in getting the rest of the way up by grabbing hold of her hair and pulling her onto her feet. The two women now faced the corner, with Barbara still clutching onto the champ’s short black hair. She then drove her forward, attempting to smash Flora’s face into the turnbuckle. But the champ was able to place her hand down on it, stiffening her arm to prevent the attempt.
Surprised by Flora’s ability to defend herself against the attack, Barbara then quickly found herself being victimized by it as the champ grabbed the startled challenger’s long, curly mane with both hands, veering her head backward before violently slamming her pretty face against the padded cushion. Barbara’s entire body quaked as a result, her legs growing wobbly as she crumpled forward. Still entangling her fingers into Barbara’s scalp, Flora then spun her around and walked her across the ring, repeating the brutal face slam in the opposite corner.
With her head spinning from the vicious attack, Barbara found herself being jostled about as the champ spun her again, this time charging across the ring at a much faster pace. Barbara was forced to scamper alongside the champ, her head pulled back as they reached the corner before it was flung downward with tremendous force. As her face squashed against the turnbuckle, her arms flailed out in front of her before falling over the top rope as her legs gave way, flopping lethargically beneath her.
Once again the action took place directly above Barbara’s family as her son watched his mom being pummeled. The action had been fast and furious, with both women taking a good deal of punishment, but as he looked up at Flora, he saw a fire in her eyes he had not seen to this point. Though he found her intense gaze to be particularly stimulating, he also knew that his mom was in trouble now, a most unsettling thought.
His guess proved correct as Flora began to repeatedly stomp her sandal covered foot into Barbara’s back, further burying her in the corner. By the time the barrage ended, Barbara was barely able to hold herself erect. With her armpits draped over the top rope, they held most of her body weight as her legs seemed incapable of assisting. But Flora then pulled Barbara out of the corner, spinning her around before shoving her back against it. The challenger was now facing in toward the ring, sagging of off the ropes as her face was covered by her sweaty, long hair.
Flora then pressed her hands down onto Barbara’s arms, pinning them against the ropes before she again unleashed a barrage of stomps, this time into Barbara’s ribs and gut.
“FWOOF ….. FWOOF ….. FWOOF ….. FWOOF!”!”
The attack was relentless, and by the time it was concluded, Barbara was in serious trouble. Flora then turned and strolled back to the center of the ring, pausing to catch her breath as the fans showered her with applause. She had turned them around by showing her ability to both give and take punishment, and now she was clearly on the giving side of the equation. Placing her hands on her knees, she took a few deep breaths before standing erect, her iridescent body heaving from her pants. But once she caught her breath, she charged forward, leaping into the air before nailing Barbara with a ferocious dropkick to the chest.
“BBWWAAAAAAAWWWHHH!”!” howled the desperate housewife as her body slid down the corner until she was seated on the canvas, her legs spread in front of her, her spine resting against the bottom turnbuckle and her arms drooped over the bottom rope.
Getting to her feet from the dropkick, Flora stood over Barbara, staring down at her indolent opponent. She stared at her for a few moments, but then turned, lowering herself down until she pressed her bare butt against Barbara’s face, sitting on it as the challenger’s neck bent backward. Barbara’s husband tried to cover his daughter’s eyes, though his son stared intently. His mother’s face was gone, buried into the two round, sparkling mounds of flesh.
Her arms flapped for a few moments in protest, but Barbara soon became resigned to her fate. She felt herself growing lightheaded from the suffocating face sit, but before she passed out completely, Flora surprisingly lifted herself up; leaving her languid adversary sprawled out beneath her.
Though Barbara’s family was ominously quiet, the rest of the crowd was crazed, led by Flora’s husband who cheered loudly from his seat across the ring. But Flora wasn’t done yet, walking over and yanking her debilitated opponent up by the hair. Forced back against the corner, though now on her feet, Barbara’s head dropped in front of her, some of the oil which rubbed off of Flora’s butt and onto her face, now bringing a sheen to her cheeks. Flora then took a step back, turning to the side before lifting her leg up high. She then pressed the sole of her sandal against Barbara’s throat, extending her leg completely in the process.
As Barbara tried weakly to pry the foot off of her, her son was staring wide-eyed at the sight. With Flora’s leg extended directly above him, her thong covered little more than the most private part of her body, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of the view. The muscles on the inside of her leg were stretched to their fullest, and though the move was choking his mom, he couldn’t think of anything but how great the view was.
Finally however the ref rushed and began to bark out a count, reaching 4 before Flora finally dropped her leg and relinquished the choke. Lowering her leg, Flora received a huge ovation from the crowd, many enjoying the view it presented to them. She raised her arm to acknowledge the cheers, but the then went right back to work, ready to finish off the woman challenging her for her title. She grabbed Barbara by the hair and pulled her from the corner, dragging the harassed housewife to the center of the ring. Once there, Flora spun so that the two were now back-to-back as she reached back across her shoulder and grabbed Barbara from beneath her chin. Pulling on the bottom of the mom’s face, Flora forced the back of Barbara’s neck to be planted across her shoulder. The crowd began to buzz as they knew what was coming, Barbara’s husband jumping out of his seat and yelling for the bell. He too knew what was coming, and knew that the attack had the potential to permanently disable his wife.
But despite his attempts to halt the match, the ref did not intervene as the action paused, Barbara’s body draping off of Flora’s back as the sexy brunette prepared to end the match, and potentially Barbara’s wrestling career. She then dropped to her knees, Barbara’ falling with her, the impact of the landing jarring Barbara’s head forward so that it bent awkwardly over Flora’s shoulder. The move was called a neck breaker, and with good reason. Barbara’s neck was jarred so badly that it drew a hush from the crowd as the 40 year old mom and housewife rolled off of Flora and fell to the canvas, lying motionless.
Unfazed by the gasps of the crowd, Flora rolled Barbara onto her back, the challenger’s arms flopping limply to her sides, her legs spread slightly apart as she remained motionless other than the heaving of her chest. Flora then knelt alongside her, pressing her hands down onto Barbara’s shoulders as the ref slapped out a quick three count to end the match.
The crowd cheered, though not as exuberantly as they had previously, many fearful for Barbara’s health. Her husband rushed up into the ring to check on his wife as Flora was handed back her championship belt, lifting it high overhead in celebration.
Barbara’s daughter remained in her seat at ringside, tears rolling down her cheeks as she watched her mom’s head being lifted gently by her dad, who placed it in his lap. He softly slapped her cheek, Barbara opening her eyes though she had no idea where she was. A few seconds later she then slightly lifted her head off of his lap, her husband breathing a sigh of relief. Barbara’s son sat and watched from his seat as well, traumatized by the night. He began to feel guilty about the way he had secretly cheered for Flora, especially when it looked like his mom might be seriously hurt. But now that she appeared to be okay, he secretly stared at Flora as she paraded around the ring with the championship belt held high over her head, her glistening body on full display as he could not take his off of her. With the attendant’s realizing that Barbara was not seriously hurt, the announcer grabbed the microphone and made it official.
“The winner of the match …. in devastating fashion … and still Women’s Division Champion …… FLORA!”!”
After having the belt fitted around her oily waist, Flora then climbed out of the ring, greeted by her ecstatic husband.
“You are a killer!” he proclaimed before giving her hug. “When we get home I’m going to massage every part of that luscious body!”
Flora smiled, but the comment made her think about her young helper. So she asked her husband to wait there fro a second, and walked around to the other side of the ring, spotting the boy and summoning him over. He looked nervous, but with his dad still up in the ring tending to his mom, he quickly rushed over.
“Thanks for your help kid, you were my good luck charm.” She whispered to him before giving him a kiss on the cheek. But before turning to walk away, she offered one final comment. “Oh, and sorry about your mom.”
THE END
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