Flora vs. Brit
Women’s Division Championship Rematch

Over three months had passed since the wrestling federations’ 2006 Bikini Wrestler of the Year Contest, but with the video of the event now completely ready for release, the federation scheduled a wrestling show to coincide with it. The live event would feature several of the women who were prominent on the video, so appropriately, both of the federations’ titles would be on the line.

As the Women’s Division Champion, Flora would be one of the featured wrestlers in the show, and was anxious to get back in the ring. After having won the 2005 Bikini Wrestler of the Year Title, she had finished only third in the 2006 bikini contest voting and was then subsequently eliminated from the event in the preliminary round of wrestling. To make matters worse, the women who finished first in the bikini contest voting and gone on to take the Bikini Wrestler of the Year Title away from Flora was none other than her most hated rival, Brit.

There was a history between the two women, even though they had only faced each other once before in a single’s match; a match Flora won by disqualification. That victory allowed Flora to go on and wrestle for the Women’s Division Title, the same title she still held to this day. But the win also came at a steep price as Brit had gradually wore the slender brunette down before battering her private parts against the steel corner pole, earning the British blonde a disqualification. Although Flora was granted the victory in that match, Brit was clearly the conqueror, so this match was clearly a chance for Flora to seek her revenge.

At home when she received the phone call to inform her of her impending championship match, Flora smiled sadistically as she contemplated her opponent. She was anxious to get her hands on Brit once more and since she had been very much inactive over the past couple of months, decided to hop onto the treadmill in her apartment to start a workout. As she jogged, her thoughts turned to the blonde, inciting her to advance her pace. Jogging in place, Flora remembered Brit’s sarcastic comments to her as lay helplessly at ringside after being eliminated from the Bikini Wrestler of the Year Contest.

“A shame your handsome hubby won’t get to see me thrash you about before doing a victory dance over you, love! After all, he does SO love to watch me dance at the club!”

Brit was a dancer at a topless club downtown, in addition to being a lady wrestler, and unbeknownst to Flora, her husband was a regular at the club. He often paid for private sessions with the sexy blonde in a back room and at that very moment, despite telling his wife that he was going “out with friends”, was arriving at the club for a rendezvous with the blonde.

Walking in the door, he paid the admission fee before glancing up at the stage and watching the sexy Brit sashay around a bronze pole. Catching sight of him, she gave him a big smile and after her set concluded, took a seat right next to him.

“’ello love!” she proclaimed sweetly before giving him a kiss on the cheek. “So …. are you up for a private session tonight?”

He nodded anxiously before paying the bartender one hundred bucks for an hour session with Brit in a private room. As the two descended into a back room, Flora had just concluded her own session on the treadmill, Brit’s earlier comments STILL rattling around in her head. Her rage grew as she thought more about the blonde even though she had never confronted her husband about Brit’s accusation. It continued to eat away at her psyche however, until finally she decided to do something about it. She was going to go down to that club and confront Brit once and for all, so she quickly took a shower and changed before making her way to the club.

By this time, Brit and Flora’s husband were heavily engaged in their own activities. He was seated in a large vinyl chair as Brit sat on his lap with her legs spread apart, her bare chest just inches from his face as he ran his hands all over her body. Toward the end of their private session together however, Flora pulled into the parking lot, turning off her car before sitting there taking a few deep breaths. She did not notice her husband’s car since he always parked in the furthest spot in the back of the lot. Flora gathered her courage and finally opened her car door and walked inside.

Her entrance drew a few stares from some of the customers as she made her way up to the bar as the bartender walked over with a smile.

”What can I getcha hon?” he asked.

“I’m looking for a dancer named Brit. Is she here?” Flora inquired sternly.

“Who wants to know!” came the suspicious, curt reply.

“I guess you could say that I’m a friend of hers. My name is Flora.”

“She ain’t here right now, but she might be in later. You wanna wait?”

Flora glanced up at the stage as a tall, leggy blonde squatted down over a drunken guy who stuffed a dollar bill into her g-string.

“I’ll wait for a little while.” Flora replied, clearly looking uncomfortable.

The bartender then disappeared into the back where he told one of the bouncers about Flora’s inquiry. The bouncer then walked over and knocked on the door to the private room which was occupied by Brit and Flora’s husband. Brit yelled back at the knock as she remained perched on Flora’s husband’s lap.

“The hour isn’t up yet!”

“There’s someone here to see you Brit. She says she a friend of yours. Her name is Flora. You want me to tell her that you ain’t here?”

Flora’s husband heard the name, prompting him to immediately glance up at a television monitor which was mounted to the wall. He was stunned to see his wife sitting at the bar as he watched with Brit, who then told the bouncer that she would be out in a minute.

“So love, what do you think your wife is doing here?” she asked playfully.

“I don’t know, but I’ve gotta get the hell out of here!” he exclaimed.

“Now, now. You just relax and let little ole Brit take care of this.” She purred while slipping her top back on and then placing a robe over herself. “You just make yourself comfortable and enjoy the show.”

With that she walked out of the room as Flora’s husband continued to stare anxiously at the monitor. Brit then told the bouncer to call the bartender back, and when he arrived, she whispered an offer to him.

“That woman is a lady wrestler mate, a rival of mine, but she’s definitely no friend. I’m quite certain she’s here to stir up trouble, so I need your help.” Brit began.

The bartender nodded in agreement, prompting Brit to continue.

“You go out and tell her that I’m in the back and getting ready for my next set so I can’t come out to see her just yet. But I want you to get her drunk, fill ‘er up with some big shots of Tequila, on me. Once she’s good and drunk, you come and let me know. Okay? ” Brit concluded as she snuggled up close to him, pouring on her charm.

The bartender, obviously enjoying the attention from the buxom blonde bombshell, agreed to the plan. He then went back out, and before even speaking to Flora, poured a double shot of Tequila and set it down in front of Flora.

“Brit’s actually in the back getting ready for her next set, so she can’t come out yet. So why don’t ya let me buy ya a couple of drinks while ya wait so ya can enjoy the show.” he said, pushing the shot glass directly in front of her.

Flora hesitated, looking down at the glass and then looking back at him. She wasn’t amused, looking impatient as she fired back her response.

“How long is that going to be?” she asked sternly.

“Any minute hon. So relax and have a drink!” he reiterated.

Again Flora hesitated, but then decided that a drink wouldn’t be a bad idea. Not much of a drinker, she nonetheless decided to grab the glass and gulp the shot down. She then placed the glass down firmly on the bar before dropping her head back, opening her mouth wide and emitting an exaggerated sigh from the strength of the alcohol. The bartender watched with delight before refilling her glass.

“Here, have another, it’s on me!” he instructed.

Once again Flora hesitated, but the lights dimmed and the pulsating music grew louder. Anticipating Brit’s arrival, Flora gulped down the second shot. Watching the events unfold from his seat in the back room, Flora’s husband looked in shock, knowing that his wife could not hold her liquor very well. Just then Brit walked back in and took a seat on his lap, both of them now staring at the monitor as they watched Flora recoil from the effects of her second large shot.

“What are you doing Brit?” he asked suspiciously.

“Don’t you worry love. Ole Brit is just going to have some chuckles. So you just sit back and enjoy it!”

Meanwhile, back out at the bar, the bartender leaned in toward Flora, trying to use his charm.

“So .... What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?” he asked playfully.

Turning to give him an irritated glare, Flora quickly tried to put a stop to his flirting.

“Listen, I’m a happily married woman, so I don’t know what you’re thinking, but ...” Flora replied firmly.

Just then a gorgeous black woman in an undersized bikini strutted onto the stage as the crowd in the bar turned their attention to her, as did Flora. She seemed to be studying the woman’s moves, almost as if she was trying to learn how to dance like a stripper.

“Ya know, you should get up there. Ya look like ya got the body for it .... Ya definitely would look good!” he proclaimed.

Flora was flattered though she pretended to try and ignore the comment though the two double shots of Tequila were beginning to take their affect on her as her surliness slowly began to melt away. She watched the woman dance for a few more moments and then, turning back to the bartender, responded to his remark.

“You think so?” she asked almost sweetly.

“Oh sure. Here, let me give ya another drink.” He suggested as he poured a third shot.

Flora looked back at him as he lifted the shot glass and handed it to her. She paused as he gave her a nod of encouragement, prompting her to take the glass from his hand and drink it down, a small stream of Tequila dripping down her throat in the process. She placed the glass back on the bar and then shook her head back and forth, once again giving an animated display after drinking the alcohol. Though she had drank 3 shots, it was actually the equivalent of 6 since the bartender had doubled the volume in each. And without a great deal of experience in drinking that much alcohol, Flora’s inhibitions were quickly fading. She though more about his comments, and began to ponder the possibility. The astute bartender had pushed all of the right buttons as Flora stared up at the woman onstage.

“He’s right!” she thought to herself. “These hags are no better than me!”

He could see that the drinks were taking their toll on her and decided that it was time to let Brit know that she was primed. He walked backstage and knocked on the door, telling her that not only was Flora drunk, but she was considering getting up on stage to dance. She whispered instructions to him and then went back into the room, smiling sinisterly.

“So exactly what is it you are trying to do here? You’re obviously getting her drunk, but what are you going to do next?” Flora’s husband asked she sat on his lap once more.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in, pressing her chest up against him as the two were now nose to nose. She then flashed her most innocent smile.

“Do you really think sweet, innocent Brit would be up to some sinister? She is the one who came here looking for me. And I’m not forcing her to drink anything love, she is making her choices of her own free will. So why don’t you just watch and see what happens!” she purred playfully before leaning in further to nibble on his neck.

The bartender meanwhile emerged from back stage and again walked over to Flora, who was envisioning herself on the stage. He poured yet another shot and placed it on the bar before goading her some more.

“Come on. Ya know ya want to!” he chided. “Here .... Have some more liquid courage!” he offered, pushing the shot in front of her.

Flora knew that she had already had too much to drink, but that fact did little to dissuade her from taking the shot and swigging it down.

“Ya know, if ya REALLY want to do it, ya can. Ya can go and pick any costume we got, and I’m sure we got something that your husband would love to see ya wearing. We even got a photographer who’ll take your picture and give ya a nice 5 by 7 photo of yourself onstage. It would make a nice gift for that husband of yours. Just think how horny he’s gonna be once he sees that picture of you! So what do ya say ... Are ya in?” he asked.

Watching from the back room, Brit giggled while still perched on Flora’s husband’s lap as he shook his head in disbelief, anxious to see what Brit had planned. He knew that Brit had something evil in store for his wife, he just wasn’t sure exactly what that was. He pondered an intervention to save Flora from humiliating herself, but the thought of the two battling it out was much too arousing for him to act on those instincts. He was enjoying the game of cat and mouse Brit was playing and curious to see the outcome of it. So instead of acting, he sat back and watched as his wife began to sway back and forth on her barstool.

Flora was imagining the picture of herself in a skimpy costume, dancing on the stage, and what a sensual present that would be for her husband, especially if he had already seen Brit dancing on the same stage. As Flora continued to talk herself into it, the bartender poured yet another shot and placed it down in front of her. Clearly intoxicated by this point, Flora whispered to the bartender that she wanted to dance. He smiled, hearing her words start to slur and offering her one final shot before she changed. She took him up on the offer, gulping it down before he called one of the bouncers over, informing him that Flora wanted to dance. He escorted her backstage and into a dressing room, Flora followed willingly as she stumbled behind him. He then directed her attention to a closet full of skimpy costumes.

“You can pick one of those to wear and then come on out when you’re ready.”

She nodded to him, her brown eyes starting to glaze over as she surveyed the costumes. Each was more meager than the other, but she finally settled on a skimpy green bikini, which covered little more than her most private body parts. She then slipped on a pair of matching boots with 5 inch heels and 3 inch platforms before checking herself over in the mirror. Though she saw two of herself, she smiled wickedly nonetheless before walking out of the dressing room. The bouncer showed no reaction at the sight of her, instead directing her toward the stage. She stood there waiting, swaying slightly from side to side before finally the music came on and the deejay called her name.

“We have a special treat for everyone tonight. A young woman dancing onstage for the first time, so let’s hear it for ... FLORA!”

The brunette strode forward, stumbling awkwardly for a moment as she forgot that she was wearing such high heels. Her dark brown, now bloodshot eyes immediately squinted form the bright lights as the crowd greeted her favorably at first glance. She strolled up to the center of the stage, parading around, the crowd still cheering her as she looked great in her teeny bikini. Backstage, her husband was dumbstruck as he watched her on the monitor. He noticed the odd expression on her face however; especially as it contorted each time she glanced up at the bright spotlights overhead, a sure sign of her intoxicated condition. She then stumbled up to the pole which was planted in the center of the stage and grabbed hold of it, swinging her body impulsively around it. She whirled a full rotation before the swiftness of the movement left her dizzied and caused her to lose her grip. As a result she stumbled to the floor awkwardly, landing on her back as her legs shot up into the air and spread apart, drawing a huge round of laughter from the onlookers, some of whom whistled and hollered at the view they were granted. Flora rolled over and got onto her hands and knees, shaking her head from the drunken state she was in, which had now reached its full potential. The crowd began to lose their interest however, sensing that she was too drunk to be entertaining as backstage; Brit leaned in toward Flora’s husband and kissed him on the mouth.

“Well, that’s my cue love! Watch this!”

She then got up and walked out of the room, waiting backstage as some of the men in the crowd began to yell for the drunken Flora to get off of the stage. The brunette had finally gotten back to her feet and once again grabbed the bronze pole, but hearing the irritated catcalls, reacted angrily. She began to yell at the men in the crowd who were jeering her, slowly turning everyone against her.

"WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR .... [hic] ...... PROBLEM?"Flora snarled out at the crowd, her speech slurred.

Just then, Brit walked onstage, standing in the background and out of Flora’s view, but within full view of the crowd. The men who were booing suddenly began to cheer at the sight of Brit, though Flora assumed the cheers were for her.

The brunette smiled ineptly before grabbing the pole and lifting her leg, wrapping her inner thigh around it. Holding on with one arm, she began to twirl around, the fleshy skin on her inner thigh fusing to the bronze and eliciting a deafening SQUEAK which was clearly audible above the music. As her skin clung to the pole, a burning sensation shot up Flora’s body, causing her face to cringe in pain before twisting angrily as tried to squat down with her legs spread on either side of the pole. The men began to laugh out loud as once again she fell over, landing flat on her back as Brit moved to the side so Flora would not see her. The blonde then began to instigate, covering her mouth in an animated fashion as she pretended to laugh out loud, prompting the crowd to laugh even harder. In her drunken state, Flora went into a rage and cursed out at the men as she got to her knees, still not realizing that Brit was behind her. The photographer then walked forward, and as Flora noticed him, she got up and tried to do a sexy pose, but Brit snuck up behind her, pretending to be ready to choke her from behind as the photographer snapped the picture. With the crowd laughing hysterically now, Brit then grabbed the microphone and began to speak.

“So what do you gents think of Flora?” she asked.

The brunette turned quickly to find Brit behind her as the men booed loudly. Flora sneered angrily, but Brit smiled back, putting the microphone back up to her lips.

“So sorry love, I guess these men don’t much care for drunken old hags. But tell me then gents, what do you think of ME?” she asked in her sexiest voice.

Brit placed one arm behind her head and dipped into her own sexy pose, eliciting a huge cheer from the audience. Flora scowled at her, and finally decided to attack. She tried to rush Brit, but was unable to control her balance; both her drunken state and high heels causing her to fall flat on her face. As the crowd again broke into laughter, Brit decided to invite everyone to their fight.

“As you may know .... I am a lady wrestler!”

The laughter quickly subsided, replaced by a loud cheer at Brit’s revelation.

“And Flora is also a lady wrestler ... at least that what she SHE says anyway! But the fact is, Flora is the champion ... if you can believe that!”

The cheers quickly subsided and chorus of boos were directed up at the champ.

“Next Saturday night, Flora and I will be wrestling against each other for the championship. So I know that I can count on all of you to come down and cheer me on!”

The cheering continued as Brit performed a polite curtsy. She then addressed the crowd one more time as Flora stood in front of her, even more wobbly than ever.

“So I thought I’d give you guys a little preview of what you can expect to see next Saturday night!”

Flora's eyes opened wide in nervous anticipation as she glared back at Brit, not sure what she was going to do. The crowd grew quiet, and even Flora’s husband, who continued to watch from the back room, fixed his eyes on the monitor. Brit then strutted up to the unsteady Flora and without warning, lifted her knee into Flora’s gut, doubling her over. Flora felt herself on the verge of puking as Brit then grabbed a handful of hair from the top of the bent brunette’s head and pulled her upright, Flora’s face twisted in pain. The photographer snapped a picture of Brit pulling Flora upright, and then the blonde slammed her head into the bronze pole, knocking her senseless as she fell to the floor in a stupor.

The crowd erupted as Flora recoiled at Brit’s feet, Brit once again performing a curtsy before she walked off stage. The bouncer was waiting for her, and Brit gave him a kiss on the cheek before giving him her final instructions.

“Go scoop her up and make sure she gets home alive love, okay?”

With that Brit then walked back into the private room where Flora’s husband stood, stunned at what she had done.

“Now before you say anything love ... just remember that SHE came to MY place and tried to embarrass me. I just outsmarted her, that’s all!”

It was hard to argue with the logic. Flora had in fact come after Brit, but that obviously hadn’t worked out too well for her. The fact that Brit had so masterfully controlled the situation and dominated Flora so completely was incredibly arousing to him. So despite the fact that his drunken wife was being stuffed into a taxi at that very moment, he nonetheless could not resist the urge to sleep with her.

“Come on, let’s get out of here. I want you so badly I can’t control myself!” he exclaimed.

But Brit put her hands up, pushing him back.

“That would be lovely, but no ... it’s not right .... at least not without giving her a fighting chance. I haven’t slept with you yet because you are a married man ... even though I despise your spouse. But since your little wifey decided to come after me outside of the ring, she has changed the rules. So if she is good enough to beat me in the ring, she will have won back her man and I will no longer continue to see you. But if I beat her ... as I suspect I will ... not only will I take her title, but I ravage her husband too!”

At that moment, Flora’s husband was disappointed at the revelation, but it was now very clear just how important the upcoming match between the two enemies would be. Brit then leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek, telling him that it would be best if he went home and tended to his wife. He nodded, turning to walk out and leaving the woman who had aroused him so completely. As he got into his car, he sat there and thought about things. He was ashamed of himself for not intervening when his wife was humiliating herself. Flora was volatile and raw; traits he found quite attractive. He loved a strong woman who could fend for herself, but Flora had just failed miserably in that area. The elegant and equally untamed blonde had passed with flying colors however, and he wanted her more than ever. So now it was up to Flora to decide if he would get her or not, though Flora would have no idea of the consequences.

He drove around for awhile, and by the time he got home, Flora was laying in bed, out cold, still wearing the skimpy lime green bikini and matching high heeled boots. He noticed the two pictures on the nightstand and realized that the bouncer must have carried her in and put her in bed, leaving the pictures there for her. The next morning, Flora slept late, but when she finally awoke, her husband was seated on the bed, staring down at her with the pictures in his hand.

“Looks like someone had an interesting night. You want to tell me about it?” he asked sternly, trying to appear angry.

Flora stirred, her head pounding as she slowly sat up, rubbing her eyes. She realized that she was still wearing the costume, and then saw the pictures in her husband’s hand.

“I need a cup of coffee first. Give me a minute and I’ll tell you all about it.” she grumbled.

After changing out of the costume and slipping into her robe, she made a pot of coffee, poured herself a cup and then the two sat down at the kitchen table.

“The matchmaker called last night and told me that my next match was against Brit. I started thinking about her and got so angry that I decided to go down to the club where she works and confront her. But they must have slipped something in my drink, and I don’t remember anything after that.” she concluded.

Flora was not being completely truthful, and her husband knew it. She didn’t remember every detail, but she remembered enough to know that no one had spiked her drink. She also knew that the decision to dance ... and wear the costume ... and confront Brit ... were all decisions she had made of her own free will, though she wasn’t admitting that. Her husband knew the entire story too, and though played along with the farce, he was disappointed that his wife wasn't taking responsibility for her actions.

“I’m gonna kill that little bitch when I get her in the ring!” Flora announced loudly, though her shouting made her headache even worse as she held her forehead from the pain.

The next two weeks passed uneventfully, and the night of the match arrived as the two women prepared for the battle. The Veteran’s Division Championship Match had just ended with Ms. Liberty relinquishing her title to Elektra, but as Flora stood in the locker room, changing into her outfit, she was determined not to give up her own title.

She decided to wear the green bikini she had taken home form the bar, though instead of the high heeled boots, she chose to wrestle barefoot. On the other side of the locker room, Brit had already slipped into her Union Jack bikini and was stretching out, glancing across the room at her nemesis. Flora looked back at her with an angry sneer, and decided to walk over to her. With the two now toe to toe, Flora stared into the blonde’s blue eyes; her won brown eyes curled with anger.

“I’m going to make you pay for drugging me at the bar, you little bitch!” she threatened.

But Brit did not back down, instead standing firm and accepting the challenge.

“There were no drugs love, just your own stupidity. You chose to come to me, and I made you pay. But that wasn’t the worst of it. Oh no ... the worst it is yet to come!”

Flora stood firm as the two continued to stare each other down before finally Brit was called to make her entrance. She walked past Flora, the two bumping shoulders as neither was willing to give up an inch. Standing at the entrance to the arena, Brit skipped impatiently as she waited for her name to be announced.

“Introducing next, the challenger ... standing 5 foot 7 inches tall and weighing 126 pounds ... please welcome ...... BRIT!”

A huge ovation sprang up as Brit burst through the doors and pranced down to ringside, slapping hands with her fans along the way. She hopped spryly up onto the ring apron before leaping over the top rope and into the ring, much to the delight of the crowd. She paraded around it for a few moments before retreating back to her corner as the announcer introduced the champ.

“And her opponent tonight and current Women’s Division Champion ... standing 5 foot 5 inches tall and weighing 110 pounds ... give it up for ... FLORA!”

As Flora marched down the aisle, she was showered with boos by the crowd. Her surly demeanor and illegal tactics not popular with the fans and judging by their reaction to her entrance, that point of view was obvious. She marched to ringside and then climbed the steps up onto the ring apron before ducking between the ropes and entering the ring. She removed her championship belt and held it high overhead, extracting an even louder chorus of boos as Brit stood in her corner and chuckled.

Clad in the green bikini, Flora’s black hair had grown quite a bit since her previous match, and now meandered down to her shoulders. She hopped on her bare feet in her corner as Brit stretched her arms on the ropes across the ring. The blonde was dressed as usual in her Union Jack bikini and red boots, proudly wearing the colors of her homeland. But a few seconds later, the fanfare was over and the bell rang to signal the start of the match.

Both women moved cautiously forward, circling in the same direction before finally Brit stepped forward and into the center of the ring. Staring at Flora, she then raised her right arm, as if to challenge the champion to come and test her strength. Flora hesitated, but then marched up in front of her, the two staring each other down.

“Come on love ... want to test your strength against mine?” Brit dared the champ.

Sneering, Flora then slowly raised her left arm as the two locked fingers. They then simultaneously raised their opposite arms and locked their fingers together; the two women’s limbs now stretched upward and in front of them as the struggle began. But Flora then abruptly hurled her own hear forward and slammed a vicious head butt onto the bridge of Brit’s nose. The sexy blonde moaned loudly as she stumbled backward, raising her arms to her face. She checked for blood, though now flowed from her nose as Flora rushed her and quickly locked her in a side headlock.

With Brit crouched forward, Flora quickly slid her forearm downward, modify her grip from a headlock to a chokehold. . The blonde flailed her arm out to her side as the crowd booed vehemently, though Flora was little concerned about the crowd’s reaction. She continued to wedge her forearm tightly into Brit’s throat until finally, the ref moved in and ordered Flora to break the choke. When she resisted, he began to count, and as he reached three, Flora finally relented, sliding her forearm off of Brit’s throat and back around her head.

The champ pulled the trapped blonde around the ring in order to avoid the referee’s detection as she again slid her arm into a choking position. Reacting similarly, Brit frantically waved her arm out to her side as again the crowd booed the dirty tactic, the ref rushing in and ordering Flora to relinquish the grip. The brunette quickly turned away, lurching Brit’s bowed body with her in order to block the ref’s view as she taunted her trapped rival.

“I guess I’m stronger ... eh?” Flora growled down at Brit, replying to her challenge for the earlier test of strength.

Watching at ringside, Flora’s husband stared at the action, his emotions torn. On the one hand, he loved watching his wife turn into a destructive force, her rage building as she attacked her opponent. But since that opponent was Brit, his enthusiasm was greatly curtailed this time. So as Flora continued to strangle the blonde, he wondered what would come next, deciding to simply enjoy whatever lie ahead.

As Flora chastised the blonde some more, the ref diligently rushed over as she continued to try and avoid him by turning away again. Finally however, he tried to thwart the champ’s efforts to escape his view, reaching forward to grab her by the arm. But as he did, Brit jarred herself upward to try and the break the hold on her own. As a result, instead of the ref grabbing Flora by the arm, he accidentally grabbed a handful of her breast, causing the champ’s eyes to open wide. Backing away, the ref’s face turned red with embarrassment as the crowd chuckled, Flora breaking the hold and storming up in front of him to protest.

“What the hell are you doing? Are you trying to cop a feel?!?!?” she screamed in has face.

Brit meanwhile used the opportunity to straighten up, gasping for air as she massaged her throat. Flora meanwhile remained livid, finally pushing the ref into the ropes. He cowered against them, choosing to avoid any further confrontation until finally Flora decided to return her attention back to her blonde opponent. But just as she turned to face Brit, the blonde rushed her, shoving one arm between Flora’s legs before scooping her upward. Brit overturned the champ before hurling her slender body to the canvas with a ferocious body slam.

The bone jarring collision with the canvas caused Flora to plant her feet and arch her back high into the air, her face grimacing with pain. But Brit quickly took advantage, leaping upward to deliver an elbow drop into the champ’s vulnerable midsection. The blow flattened Flora against the canvas as the crowd erupted in cheers for the blonde’s comeback. But Brit went back to work quickly, hopping onto her feet before grabbing hold of Flora’s wrist and yanking her onto her feet. She then dropped the champ’s arm over her own shoulder while scooping her up and once again slamming her to the canvas.

With her body splayed apart on the mat, Flora groaned loudly as Brit continued the assault at a rapid pace. Reaching down, she secured a grip on Flora’s ankle with one hand while snatching her by the wrist with the other. She then began to spin, twirling the champ’s body around and around until it was completely horizontal. Spinning through the air, Flora felt queasy as she orbited around her attacker, the crowd cheering the British beauty on. Finally however, Brit let go of the champ’s limbs, tossing her across the ring.

Plopping down hard on her stomach, Flora bounced twice before coming to rest near the corner, dizzied and hurt. Brit rushed at her once again, but the wily champ quickly scurried on her hands and knees, crawling under the ropes before jumping out of the ring. As the fans screamed at her to resume the fight, Flora staggered around the outside of the ring, trying to recover as Brit hovered ominously over her. Standing against the side ropes, Brit stared down at the unsteady champ before goading her to get back into the ring.

“Pity you don’t have the courage to carry on!” she taunted with her sexy British accent.

Ignoring the heckling of both Brit and the fans, Flora shook her head before glancing over at her husband who was seated at ringside. He started back at her, but did not react, waiting to see what his wife would do next. Finally Flora climbed up the steps near the corner, but paused as she got onto the ring apron, yelling at the ref to keep Brit back. The blonde chuckled as the ref pointed to her, warning her to stay away. But just as Flora dipped between the top two ropes, the blonde charged, racing over to grab hold of her rival.

Still couched between the ropes as Brit grabbed her by the hair, Flora abruptly fired her elbow into the challenger’s gut, jarring her backward as Brit doubled over. The blow allowed Flora to re-enter the ring unabated, as she stood near the corner, the two stared each other down as Brit remained in the center of the ring. Slowly they began to circle, eyeing each other until finally they each made their move. Meeting near the ropes, they locked arms and quickly began to battle, Brit overpowering the champ and forcing her back against the cables.

With their arms still intertwined, Flora managed to break free, whirling her arms to the sides and forcing Brit’s arms to loop away from her as well. The champ then fired a chop into the blonde’s throat, jarring her backward before storming at her and gouging at her eyes. With a loud howl, Brit stumbled awkwardly backward as she reached for her aching eyes to rub them. Flora however continued to attack, once again locking her in a side headlock, before she once again altered the hold into a choke.

The ref moved in and warned her about the choke, but Flora glared at him, as if to warn him to stay away. Still embarrassed about what had happened earlier, he chose to keep his distance, but then hastily began to count. As he reached three, Flora released the choke, but then scurried up behind Brit, wrapping her arms around the blonde’s slender waist. She then pulled her up into the air, Brit’s legs kicking up high before Flora yanked her downward, dropping to one knee and slamming the blonde’s crotch against it.

The color from Brit’s face seemed to fade instantly as her mouth opened wide into the shape on an “O”. Flora then pulled her own leg back in toward her body, causing the challenger to drop to the mat as she fell over onto her side. Once again the crowd cheered the champ as she got back to her feet slowly, scowling as she waved her arm at them in frustration. She then sauntered over behind Brit and seized two handfuls of her blonde hair, ripping her onto her feet in the process.

Still holding her hair with one hand, Flora grabbed Brit’s wrist with the other and began to march her toward the corner. As they drew nearer, Flora gathered momentum until finally she tossed Brit forward, sending the front of her body slamming against the turnbuckles. Quivering from the collision, Brit’s arms fell over the top rope as her body drooped off of it. Flora meanwhile was warned by the ref to “cut the crap”, referring to her earlier choke and subsequent eye gouge. Not backing away, Flora again confronted him, pushing him into the opposite corner. She then lifted her hand, pretending to prepare to give him a smack and causing him to raise his hands in self defense. Flora whirled her hand forward, stopping it before actually striking him. But he reacted quickly, and as a result of her sudden stop, again his hand struck her breast.

“HEY!” she exclaimed angrily. “THAT’S ENOUGH OF THAT CRAP!” she barked before slamming her knee into his gut.

The ref bellowed loudly and doubled over as Flora then pushed him between the ropes and sent him barreling out of the ring. The crowd laughed as the ref fell to the floor below, Flora glaring down at him. He lay there for a few moments, Flora content that she had made her point before she began to storm back across the ring toward Brit.

The blonde was still planted in the corner, facing out toward the crowd as Flora approached. But once the champ drew closer, Brit abruptly grabbed the top ropes with her hands while propelling her legs backward and delivering a tremendous mule kick which struck Flora squarely in the chest. Shooting backward, Flora sailed through the air before landing on her butt and tumbling over. She ended up face down on the canvas, squirming to try and recover from the lethal blow.

Turning around to face her fallen rival, Brit then climbed the ropes in the corner, ascending up to the top one before she spread her arms overhead. The fans cheered loudly, many of them on their feet as Flora struggled to get up, rising to one knee as Brit prepared for take off. As the champ began to stand up, Brit leaped forward, spreading her legs apart before wrapping them around Flora’s head. The champ grabbed hold of Brit’s legs as the blonde’s momentum knocked her backward while she trapped Flora in an airborne head scissors. Brit then lunged her body backward while seated on Flora’s shoulders, causing the two grapplers to topple over. As Brit fell down on her back, she squeezed her powerful legs tightly around Flora’s head, using the momentum of her fall to flip Flora over with her legs.

As the champ crashed to the mat on her back, near the corner, the fans erupted in cheers as Brit hopped to her feet, smiling at the acrobatic maneuver she had just completed. She glanced outside of the ring and saw that the ref was still down, so she decided to take advantage of the opportunity and repay Flora for her earlier tactics.

Marching over to the corner where Flora lay, Brit grabbed hold of her ankles and dragged her over to the side ropes. She then hoisted Flora’s legs up and bent them over the tope rope, causing the champ’s body to dangle off of them, upended. The blonde challenger then proceeded to pound away at the front of the brunette champ’s body, stomping wildly into her chest, ribs and stomach. The champ’s body flailed with each kick and, unable to extract herself from the ropes, was now completely at the mercy of the challenger. And with the ref still struggling to get back in the ring, there was no end in sight.

Working at both a furious pace and with ferocious intensity to each kick delivered, Brit pummeled the champ’s body with reckless abandonment. The malicious onslaught continued for quite some time; much to the delight of the fans; and once ended, over two dozen stomps had rained down on the champ’s defenseless, overturned body. Stepping back, Brit surveyed the damage, breathing heavily as she gazed at the hanging, blubbering brunette.

With the crowd shouting their approval, Brit paused to catch her breath as Flora’s anguished moans rose up toward her. The front of the champ’s glistening body was now crimson red with a few preliminary signs of bruising starting to appear, much to the delight of her rival. With the back of Flora’s head resting against the canvas as her legs remained curled over the tope rope, Brit turned and noticed the ref finally starting to climb back up onto the adjacent ring apron. She moved closer to Flora before placing the sole of her boot down across the champion’s eyes and then scraping it across them. The challenger’s foot grazed across the champ’s forehead before coming to rest on the canvas as Flora’s upended body thrashed wildly as she screamed in pain. With the champion helpless, Brit then skipped across the ring before holding the ropes open and assisting the ref back in his effort to get back in it. As he did, the blonde offered a playful plea, loud enough for all to hear.

“Thank goodness you’re here mate! The champion seems somehow to have managed to get herself tangled up in the ropes and I thought it best that I wait for your return before taking action!”

The amplified sarcasm drew a chuckle from those seated at ringside as the ref leaned closer to Brit, whispering in her ear.

“If you wanted to take a final, parting shot before I let her down, I’d be happy to look away.” he murmured, still furious with the champ for throwing him from the ring.

Brit winked at him and then turned and sauntered back across the ring, the ref getting down onto one knee and pretending to tie his shoe. Arriving in front of her beleaguered rival, she shook her head pitifully as she gazed down at Flora’s face, once again offering a loud, sarcastic assurance.

“Oh my, you look awful Flora!” Brit began bringing her hands to her face in a feigned display of shock. “But don’t fret love, help is on the way!” she yelled, turning to gaze across the ring.

The ref glanced over and noticing Brit looking at him, so he abruptly turned his attention back to his shoe, avoiding any further, visual contact. The blonde then leaned forward, whispering to the black-and-blue brunette.

“Before helps arrives however, I do have one last gift for you!” she growled, reaching forward to spread Flora’s trapped legs further apart before climbing up onto the second rope, her feet straddling Flora’s body.

Lifting her arms overhead to incite the crowd, Brit then shot herself upward before descending, her knee bent as it rammed downward into the champ’s spread open crotch.

“IIIIIYYYYYEEEE!” howled Flora as her entire body shuddered from the painful blow.

Brit quickly then pranced away as Flora moaned softly, still dangling off of the ropes. The ref then finally moved toward her, grabbing Flora by the legs and roughly tossing her back into the ring. The champ’s body fell limply as she cowered into the fetal position, her body wracked with pain.

“I think it’s about time we put an end to this and allowed the new champion to take over, don’t you?” Brit asked the ref.

He stepped aside, motioning with his arm for her to resume the action. The blonde then grabbed Flora by her ankles and dragged her listless body on its’ back to the center of the ring before folding her legs back toward her head. Folded in half with her shoulders pinned to the mat, Flora could do little to prevent the loss of her title as Brit held her in the compromising position, the champ’s now bare butt protruding upward from beneath her skimpy green bikini bottom. But even though it was clear that the matchbook pin had rendered Flora defenseless and defeated, the ref took his time to begin the count, savoring the humiliated position Brit had her trapped in. Finally however, he slapped out a slow three count, and as the bell rang, Brit thrust her arms overhead after releasing the now former champion.

As Flora unfurled, Brit stood up and accepted the standing ovation being given to her by the crowd. The championship belt was then wrapped around her waist as Flora cowered into a ball below her. But as Brit paraded around the ring, Flora slowly got to her feet, wincing in pain. But she then hobbled angrily over to the ref, screaming in protest.

“I’M FILING AN APPEAL ..... YOU INCOMPETENT ASSHOLE!” she screamed at him, the ref choosing to simply turn and walk away.

Brit meanwhile exited the ring, and as she walked by Flora’s husband, gave him a sly smile and nod of the head. The insinuation was clear, and he returned a sly smile back at her as his wife struggled over to the ropes, still seething over her defeat. Brit then trotted back to the locker room with her new championship belt as Flora gingerly climbed out of the ring, screaming her protests to anyone who would listen. Finally she made her way over to her husband, still furious.

“Did you see that?!?!? That useless ref is the reason I lost and I’m not gonna let her get away with it!” she screamed.

Her husband however dismissed her remarks, knowing full well that his wife had been unquestionably and legitimately defeated. In fact, he seemed annoyed that she was not admitting that Brit had kicked her ass and was instead trying to make excuses, just like she had done when he confronted her about her escapades in the bar.

“Let it go Flora.” he whispered to her as he grabbed her arm to help her back to the locker room.

But his remarks further enraged the fiery brunette as she pushed him away, glaring at him angrily.

“LET IT GO?!?!? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN LET IT GO!?!?!? SHE’S NOT GONNA GET AWAY THIS!!!” Flora exclaimed before turning and limping away from him as she hobbled back to the locker room.

As she arrived in the backstage area, Flora staggered into the office of the federation’s president to voice her appeal. She protested the fact that the ref did not intervene when Brit had hung her from the ropes, and that he allowed to Brit attack her again, even once he got back into the ring. The president looked at her, but then scoffed at her accusations, speaking loudly and clearly.

“Are you kidding me Flora! You hit the guy in the gut and then threw him out of the ring. The reason he didn’t intervene was because of you. So your appeal is denied and Brit is the new champion!” he proclaimed.

“Okay, fine. But that guy groped me ... not once ... but twice! So if you don’t do something about that, then I’m gonna sue!” she threatened.

The president paused, not wanting to incite her any further. He had scene the match, and saw the two incidents Flora was talking about. And although both were clearly accidental, he knew that he had to tread lightly on this subject for fear of an expensive lawsuit.

“Okay, I’ll take a look at the tapes and then take the appropriate action. But Brit is still the champ, and that decision is final!” he replied.

Hesitating, Flora stared him down, her breathing deep as she contemplated his proposal.

“Well I’ll wait and see what action you take. But you better not let that guy back in the ring with me again, or I swear, I’ll sue you for everything you’ve got!” she warned before turning and limping out of his office.

Having stormed away from her husband at ringside, Flora was in no mood to see him in her current state, and so rather than meet him outside, she snuck out a back door and called a taxi, deciding to go home on her own.

THE END

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