Flora vs. Peaches
Women’s Division Match

Having lost her Women’s Division Championship Title to Brit in her last match, Flora was having a great deal of trouble dealing with the loss. She continued to blame the referee, even though she had drilled her knee into his gut and tossed him out of the ring during the match, rendering him useless for part of the fight. But the truth was that the ref had nothing to do with the loss. Brit had beaten her fair and square, despite Flora using her typical underhanded tactics. As a result, the former champion’s pride was left badly bruised, along with the rest of her body, and blaming the ref was her way of dealing with it.

But if losing both the match and her title weren’t bad enough, the result also had an affect on her already tumultuous marriage. Immediately after the match, Flora threw a fit at ringside, blaming everyone but herself for the loss. She refused to accept the fact that she had been beaten and took no responsibility for losing. Her husband greeted her at ringside, annoyed that his wife would not accept defeat, and he told her so. But Flora had worked herself into a frenzy and became so enraged by his comments and the fact that he was not supporting her accusations, that she left the arena without him. Angry himself, he decided to stay in a hotel that night, the couple spending the night apart.

The rift between them was further complicated by the fact that he had become a regular patron of the topless bar in which Brit danced and had developed quite a crush on the comely blonde. Despite his best efforts however, Brit had refused to sleep with him, at least not until she had beaten Flora in the ring and taken her title. But now that Brit had done just that however, Flora’s husband set out to achieve his objective. On the day after the match, he checked out of his hotel in the afternoon, got a bite to eat and then went directly to the club where Brit worked. He was stunned to discover however, that she had quit her job as a dancer earlier that day. He spoke to the bartender, but Brit had left no details on how to be contacted. Dejected, he stayed for several drinks before finally leaving the club, driving around for awhile and then finally going home. Flora was already in bed by that time and so he slept on the sofa. The two did not speak to each other for the rest of the week, Flora still angry with him while he remained irritated that his wife would not admit her failure.

When the weekend arrived, the two finally sat down at their kitchen table for the first time since the match and began to speak. Flora started by attempting to scold him for not supporting her, but he quickly interrupted, reprimanding her for her behavior.

“Listen Flora, you’ve got to admit that she kicked your ass ….. plain and simple. Stop making excuses ..... because she didn’t make excuses after you beat her the first time. When you two faced each other before you were the champ, she pummeled you and deserved to win. And you know it! But she got disqualified and so you won the match. But she didn’t blame the ref or make excuses, she accepted responsibility for the loss and became determined not to let that happen again. So she went out and won the Bikini Wrestler of the Year Title and earned the right to a rematch against you. She wanted your title and she went out and took it from you, making no excuses along the way.”

Flora sat and stared at him as he continued, taking in all he had to say.

“You, on the other hand, get your ass kicked, lose the title and all of a sudden it’s everyone’s fault but your own. You didn’t lose because of the ref! Hell, you belted him in the stomach and threw him out of the ring. How the hell is it HIS fault that YOU lost the title ?!?!? The truth is, she beat you and you can’t deal with it!”

He paused, Flora continuing to stare at him as tears began to well in her eyes. But the reaction had little effect on him as he continued.

“You know, rather than using so much energy to make excuses, you should be exerting all of your energy to get your damn title back! But I don’t know ... maybe you’re just afraid that she’s the better woman!”

The last statement cut through Flora like a knife, and her emotions ran the gamut from heartache to rage. She hesitated, but then finally composed herself enough to respond, though her response was not what he expected.

“Are you having an affair with her?” she asked calmly.

This time he hesitated, but he had now worked himself into a frenzy and responded bluntly, staring right into her eyes as he spoke.

“No ….. I didn’t have an affair with her ….. but ….. I wanted to. She is a beautiful, strong, confident woman and yes ….. I was attracted to her. But I didn’t do anything about it because I still love you and remember when you were the same way. You used to think you were the toughest woman in the world, and no one could beat you. But to hear you whine and make excuses for why you lost ……. it’s just embarrassing. I don’t know what happened to you, but I’m not sure I even know you anymore!”

He stopped as their eyes locked, Flora not saying a word. She looked upset and very close to crying, but then took a deep breath and composed herself. Her expression then gradually started to change until finally she got up and stormed away, marching into their bedroom. When her husband asked her where she was going, she stopped, turned and looked at him with a fire in her eyes.

“I’m going to get my title back!” she proclaimed angrily before slamming the door behind her.

Locked in her bedroom, Flora sat on the bed and finally began to cry. The revelation that her husband had even contemplated having an affair with another woman; especially her wrestling rival; was hearth breaking. But she again composed herself, stood up and changed her clothes before looking at herself in the mirror.

She began to reminisce, thinking about why she had become a wrestler in the first place. She had done it to please him! He loved watching her fight, and she loved that he loved it. But now it was time that she did it for herself. SHE needed to get her title back, not to please her husband, but to prove to herself that she could do it! So she walked back out into the apartment and passed swiftly by him, not saying a word as she grabbed her keys. She saw his wallet sitting on the table next to them and opened it, grabbing his credit card before storming out and driving off, headed down to the offices of the wrestling federation.

Flora wasn’t the only one who had a goal of winning the title however. So as the former champ drove toward the offices to demand a rematch, Peaches was already in with the matchmaker, stating her own case for a title shot. New to the federation, Peaches had nonetheless made an impression early on. In her audition match, she survived against 5 other amateurs and then defeated Barbara, knocking her out of the Women’s Division in the process and taking her place on the roster. She then earned an impressive victory over Estela in her last match, and as such, was pleading for a shot at the title in her next match. The matchmaker listened to her argument and once she was done, he agreed that she was a top contender but that she needed one more victory before earning the right to wrestle for the championship. She politely thanked him, informing him that she was happy to face whomever he chose, as long as she would get a shot at the belt if she won. He agreed and as she was leaving the building, Flora arrived.

The two women passed each other in the parking lot, Peaches giving Flora a snide look as the veteran sneered back at her without either saying a word. Flora then stepped inside, sat down with the matchmaker and quickly demanded a rematch against Brit.

“Listen Flora, you were a good champ, but we’ve upgraded our talent and to tell you the truth, I’m not so sure you can keep up with some of the new girls. I think you’ve lost your edge. But I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do…… I’ll put you in against one of our new girls and if you can beat her and prove to me that you’ve still got it, I’ll give you a shot at your old title. But first you’ve gotta face Peaches. Whoever has their arm raised at the end of the match will face Brit for the title next.” Though it wasn’t the result Flora had wanted, she nonetheless accepted his decision. But as she got up to walk out of his office, he stopped her.

“You know, you made some serious threats after your last match …. something about suing us because the ref groped you and was the reason you lost!” he stated.

Before Flora could reply however, he continued.

“So instead of the usual guy, I’ve got a special ref just for your next match.” He concluded, Flora nodding her head before turning and walking out of his office, not giving much thought to the remark.

She drove off, not yet wanting to go home, so instead she drove into the city, parked her car and decided to take a long walk to think things over. She was still upset about the conversation with her husband, but gradually she began to put it all in perspective. She wasn’t willing to forgive him yet, so instead she decided to focus her attention on herself and what made HER happy. And one of the best ways she could do that right now would be to go shopping!

She continued to walk and ended up in an upscale part of town lined with street upon street of small, boutique clothing stores. Shopping was the perfect therapy for Flora, and after browsing though numerous shops, she came upon a small one which specialized in leather clothing. There in the window was a skimpy, black leather bikini adorned with silver studs. Flora stood and stared at it for a moment before finally deciding to go in and try it on.

Taking the bikini into the dressing room, Flora stroked her hand over the smooth leather, falling in love with both the texture and the smell as she slipped out of her clothes. After putting it on, she adored the way the supple hide felt against her own bare skin. As she stared at herself in the mirror, she knew that it was the perfect outfit for her next match.

The design of the bikini; a leather collar attached to the bikini top by a metal “O” ring and a skimpy bottom with both pieces adorned with little silver studs; gave her just the edgy look she had wanted. Taking it to the counter she was surprised to hear that it cost $300, but after all she had been through today, she decided to go ahead and splurge, charging it to her husband’s credit card.

Satisfied with her purchase and beginning to feel better, she left the shop and walked down the block, unexpectedly stumbling across one of the city’s most trendy hair salons. She had read about the shop in one of the fashion magazines and knew that many celebrities had their hair done there. Seeing her own reflection in the glass of the salon’s store front, Flora gazed at her hair. She had chosen to let it grow so that it was now down to the bottom of her shoulders and so, having longer hair for the first time in years, decided to get it styled.

Surprisingly the salon’s top stylist was available, but after Flora sat down with him and he made his recommendations, she asked how much it would cost. When told $250, she hesitated, but still holding her husband’s credit card in her hand, she decided to go for it. About an hour and a half later she emerged from the salon with a gorgeous head of thick, shiny, black hair cut in a trendy style, and a $250 charge for her husband to pay when he received the bill. With a new bikini and hairstyle, Flora was now fully satisfied and finally made her way home. Walking into her apartment, she breezed by her husband who was sitting on the couch, without saying a word. As he got up to talk to her, ready to compliment her on her new hairstyle, she walked into her bedroom, slamming the door in his face to send him a powerful message. He took the cue and returned to the couch as Flora changed into a sports bra and shorts and spent the next hour working up a sweat on the treadmill, behind the locked door. She then took a shower, her husband trying to surprise her by joining, only to find the door to the bathroom locked. She emerged, only to go directly to the bedroom, once again locking the door before retiring to bed and relinquishing her husband to the couch once again.

The two spoke little over the next week, Flora responding to his questions with curt, one word answers and avoiding conversation. But then he received his credit card bill in the mail and decided to use the opportunity to open a dialogue. So as she was jogging on the treadmill in their bedroom, he pushed open the door and walked in. Flora was just finishing up, having worked up a sweat as she breathed heavily. She stepped off of the machine and wrapped a towel around her neck as he held up the bill, asking what the separate $300 and $2500 charges were for.

“They’re for my wrestling match on Saturday night, so I thought you should pay for it. One was for a new outfit and the other was for getting my hair styled!” she proclaimed defiantly.

He paused, getting angry for a moment, but then quickly calming down before speaking.

“At 550 bucks, you should really look great. I noticed the new hairdo and it looks awesome, but why don’t you model your new outfit for me?” he asked, his voice raising eagerly in an attempt to persuade his wife and rekindle their relationship.

But Flora wasn’t ready to give in yet, instead pushing by him on her way to the bathroom to take a shower.

“Like I told you, I’m wearing it for my wrestling match on Saturday night so if you decide to come and match, you’ll see it then.”

She then descended into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her. Her husband meanwhile remained standing there, frustrated that his wife was not giving in as their relationship continued to flounder. It didn’t get better as she again locked him out of their bedroom for the night.

But as Flora dealt with the turmoil in her personal life in the week leading up to the match, the young and single Peaches had none of those issues. At the dingy boxing club where she trained, the gorgeous young grappler was creating quite a stir. Her trainer was a former middleweight boxing champion named Javier, and she worked out under his direction, wearing a sparse, cut off tee shirt on top of her sports bra and pair of boy cut shorts. Jumping rope, hitting the heavy and speed bags and lifting weights, Peaches invited the eyes of every guy in the gym as they watched her sweaty body in action. But despite her flirtatious appearance and playful personality, Peaches was nonetheless very serious about her training.

She had come a long way from her days as a foxy boxer and oil wrestler, honing her petite, buxom body to perfection. She had already begun to make a name for herself in the wrestling ring, winning her Amateur Night matches and then defeating two veteran wrestlers, all while showcasing two specific signature traits.

The first of those traits was an unexpected and quite impressive punching power; a weapon she had developed by spending hour after sweaty hour in the gym, learning how to punch from Javier. The other was much more obvious and had become her signature, finishing move. Upon taking control of the match she would trap her opponent in a grapevine pin before lowering her abundant bosom down onto her victim’s face, smothering them with her imposing mounds of flesh. She had used this finisher in each of her first two victories and it had become a favorite of her ever growing fan base. As a result of these skills in her arsenal, Peaches was considered the hottest up and coming wrestler in the federation. She had yet to beat a truly established veteran however, so defeating Flora would accomplish that objective and solidify her reputation.

As the night of the match arrived, Flora walked out of her bedroom and swaggered past her husband without saying a word. Her hair was done and she wore just enough make up to look her sexiest. She said nothing as she prepared to leave, but he quickly got up and gently grabbed her arm before she could pass.

“Wait Flora. You look great! I just want to wish you luck and let you know that I’ll be sitting in the front row cheering for you.”

Flora stared back at him, but instead of acknowledging the sentiment, she simply walked out of the apartment and left him standing there. Getting into her car, she drove off, emotionally torn by the encounter but determined not to let it affect her. Getting the championship back was something she was doing for herself and she refused to let any other emotions deter him from that task. She arrived at the arena, grabbed her bag and walked inside, changing into her new leather bikini as Peaches arrived a short time afterward. Noticing Flora’s outfit, Peaches cheerfully offered her opponent a compliment.

“Wow! That’s a nice bikini. The leather looks so soft!” she proclaimed as she walked closer and reached forward to touch it.

But Flora swatted her hand away with a scowl on her face.

“Don’t touch kid!” she scolded.

Peaches frowned, but her ever present smile quickly reappeared as she shrugged her shoulders and began to change into a bikini herself. She slipped into a pink bikini, cut low on top to reveal an overly generous amount of cleavage as she pranced around the dressing room, further drawing the ire of her brunette opponent. As the two championship contenders jockeyed in the dressing room, Flora’s husband was pulling into the parking lot, and much to his surprise, found that Brit had just parked in the spot right next to him. He got out of his car and waited for her to get out, greeted by a warm smile and wave from the British blonde bombshell.

“Why ‘ello there love. You and your wife still together, are you?” she asked teasingly.

Flora’s husband ignored the question and moved in to give her a kiss and hug, but she rebuffed him. Surprised by her reaction, he then asked her about her whereabouts.

“I went to the club to see you, but they said you don’t work there any more. So where have you been? I was hoping we could get together ….. you know ….. since you won the championship and all ……. and what we talked about doing when you did.” he replied, alluding to the promise she had made to him.

The last time he had seen her at the club where she used to dance, Brit had made a remark to him, after an altercation with Flora.

“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!”

Eager for the opportunity to be ravaged by the blonde, Flora’s husband was hopeful that his fantasy would come true. But Brit quickly sent him back to reality as they stood face to face in the parking lot.

“You are a lovely man, but that day will never come. You see I was simply using you to get to your wife … and obviously my plan worked. She was so distracted by the thought of you having an affair with me that she was an easy victim once we got into the ring. So sorry love, but you and I will never be together. So ... Ta ta .....”

With that Brit skipped away towards the arena, leaving Flora’s husband standing there with his mouth open. At first he was crushed, but as the seconds passed, he grew angry. She had played him, and as a result, not only was he left humiliated, but his marriage was severely damaged as well. As such, his thoughts gradually turned towards revenge as he watched her walk into the arena. He then angrily punched the side of her car and then walked toward the arena himself, realizing that his best chance for revenge would be for his wife to beat her in the ring and win back the championship.

Once inside, Brit entered the locker room, much to the surprise of both Flora and Peaches.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Flora demanded.

“’Ello loves! I understand that whichever of you tarts is left standing tonight will become my next victim. So I had to be here to see which one it will be!” she chided.

“Don’t get too comfortable with my championship belt Brit because after I beat the crap out of this kid over here, I’m gonna do the same to you!” Flora threatened, drawing a scowl from Peaches.

“I look forward to it love.” Brit replied cheerfully.

Flora sneered back at her, but then issued one last warning to the new champ.

“Don’t get too close to the action tonight because you never know what might happen!” Flora remarked snidely with the implied threat.

“I’ll be much closer than you think Flora!” the blonde bombshell replied mysteriously before walking away.

With a quizzical look on her face, Flora pondered what she meant, but just then both she and Peaches were called for their introductions, the two walking toward the door just a few steps apart.

“So ...\, you’re going to beat the crap out of me, eh?” Peaches whispered to Flora as they walked.

Flora smirked back at her but paid little further attention to the youngster as she stood and waited to be introduced. Showing no respect to the youngster, Flora was much more focused on Brit, glancing back over her shoulder to find the blonde slipping into a bikini, and wondering why. The crowd began to settle into their seats as the announcer welcomed them before presenting the combatants to the fans.

“Introducing first ... in her third Women’s Division match with a record of 2 wins and no losses ….. She is 26 years of age, stands 5 feet 5 inches tall and weighs a shapely 124 pounds ….. please welcome back ... PEACHES!”

The buxom beauty burst through the doors and trotted toward the ring to jovial reception from the audience. She slapped hands with many of them along the way as the ovation grew louder. As she made her way up into the ring, the announcer then once again began to speak, introducing her adversary.

“And her opponent tonight .... The former Women’s Division Champ ... at 38 years of age ... she also stands 5 feet 5 inches tall and weighs 113 pounds ... give it up for ... FLORA!”

The feisty brunette pushed through the doors and arrogantly marched down toward the ring, the crowd greeting her with a mix of boos and cheers. Wearing a pompous scowl on her face, Flora fixed her eyes up into the ring as she approached ringside, but her husband then stood up and walked over to her before she climbed into the ring.

“This is the first step in getting your championship back Flora, so go and get it!” he chided.

Flora pushed him aside however before climbing up into the ring and retreating to her corner, angrily scowling at Peaches in order to try and intimidate her. But the pretty younger woman did not feel at all threatened, instead waving and blowing kisses to her fans. The two women waited for the announcer to leave the ring, but to their surprise, he once again addressed the crowd.

“The winner of this match will earn the right to face Brit for the Women’s Division title in her next match, so to ensure that the outcome is determined in a fair and equitable manner, we have a special referee for this match. So please welcome our special guest referee ….. the current Women’s Division Champion ... BRIT!”

Stunned by the announcement, both Flora and Peaches turned towards the back of the arena with astonished looks on their faces as Brit pranced down the aisle, wearing a black and white striped bikini. The crowd greeted her with a raucous ovation as Brit smiled while making her way towards the ring. As she approached ringside, she rushed over to Flora’s husband and planted a kiss on his cheek, drawing an angry glare from her rival. But as Flora watched with an icy glare, Brit leaned in and whispered into his ear.

“Don’t get the wrong idea about this love ….. I just want to torment your little wife by making her think that I’m flirting with you!”

Both husband and wife now scowled at the blonde as she climbed into the ring, swaggering to the center before calling the two women over to give her instructions. But before Flora could speak, Brit cheerfully welcomed them.

“Surprised to see me now aren’t you both?” she remarked playfully.

Flora was not amused, and immediately threatened her once again.

“You better stay out of my way Brit!” she warned.

“Oh don’t worry love. You see, since the winner gets the unenviable task of being my next opponent, I’d like nothing more than for each of you to tear each other to shreds. So both of you please feel free to gouge, choke, bite and scratch each other’s eyes out! Only 3 rules will apply however. First …. If you lay a hand on me, I will disqualify you instantly. Second ….. Stay in the ring. If you leave it, I will quickly count to 10 and then disqualify you. And finally, no outside objects allowed. Feel free to do whatever else you like! Understood?” Brit asked.

Flora smirked, still perturbed at Brit’s presence but somewhat satisfied by her lax interpretation of the rules which promised to work towards Flora’s advantage. Peaches on the other hand simply nodded and smiled, waiting for Flora to walk away. As she did, Peaches leaned closer to Brit and issued a challenge.

“I like your rules! But don’t be fooled. I want you to watch closely because this is a preview of what you can expect!” she warned before turning and skipping toward her corner.

Brit glared back at her, surprised by the intensity of the buxom, smiling cutie as she skipped across the ring. Reaching her corner, Peaches hopped up and down, as her abundant bosom bounced along with her from beneath her pink bikini top. She wore matching pink boots and had a small diamond pierced above her belly button, her skin a tanned, bronze color.

By contrast, Flora stood solemnly across the ring in her black leather bikini, barefoot with her finger and toenails painted black to match her outfit. Her skin was a much paler color than her opponent, her body thinner and less developed as she stood unwavering. She took a quick glance out at her husband who was seated on the edge of his chair, staring up at her with an impassioned look in his eye as he gave her a thumbs up. Though still angry with him, his obvious enthusiasm helped to encourage her even more as the bell rang and the match began.

Moving lively, Peaches bounded out of her corner, skipping lightheartedly around the ring as Flora marched forward with a purposeful stride. She cut off the ring effectively, forcing Peaches to confront her. The buxom beauty attacked, rushing at Flora, but the ex-champ was ready and greeted her with an overhand chop, which Peaches blocked. But Flora had also unleashed a concurrent kick into the youngster’s side, which found its’ mark. Bowing to the side, Peaches was then struck in the side of her neck with a chop which was abruptly followed by a knee to the ribs, knocking her back against the ropes.

Attacking her less experienced opponent quickly, Flora then lunged at her, grabbing her by the throat and choking her as Brit stood by and watched, not intervening. Brit had promised to allow them a great deal of leeway in the match, so rather than break the chokehold, she simply muttered to herself though loud enough for the two wrestlers to hear.

“Same old Flora!”

As a result of the lax rules, Peaches was quickly in trouble as she tried desperately to pry Flora’s hands form her throat. Her face quickly turned a crimson red as she felt herself grow weaker, the crowd booing loudly and compelling Brit to turn out toward them and playfully shrug her shoulders.

With her arms now flailing out to her sides, Peaches began to wilt, her knees getting weak as her body began to slump. Flora’s husband smiled as he saw the steely determination in his wife’s eyes as she chocked the youngster, sensing that her “edge” had returned. The sweet and adorable Peaches seemed no match for his wife when she was determined, and judging by the look in Flora’s eyes, she was VERY determined. But then finally, in a desperate attempt at freedom, Peaches stomped her boot down onto Flora’s barefoot, causing enough pain for the brunette to loosen the grip. Taking advantage, Peaches wedged her own arms up between Flora’s and pried them free from her throat before snatching hold of Flora’s right wrist and wrenching her arm behind her back in the process.

Growling in a deep voice, Flora tried to wriggle free, but the harder she tried, the more pressure Peaches applied to the trapped limb. The younger woman kept the arm hostage for close to a minute, Flora grunting angrily with each passing second as the pain shot up into her shoulder. Finally, Peaches then spun Flora around hastily and tossed her across the ring, sending her shooting towards the side ropes. Bouncing off of them, the ex-champ was met with a running clothesline, slamming her to the canvas before her body recoiled in pain.

Standing over her fallen foe, Peaches paused for a moment to catch her breath, but then went back on the attack, seizing a handful of Flora’s thick, black hair and ripping her onto her feet. She then tossed her into the corner, the back of Flora’s milky white shoulders slamming against the turnbuckle. The tanned youngster then marched toward her, but once she arrived, Flora brusquely lunged at her, slicing her fingernails right down the front of Peaches bare bosom.

With a blood curdling scream, Peaches face twisted in pain as Flora gouged her cleavage before pulling her hands away. Four clear, red scratch marks now ran down each of Peaches bosoms, each abrasion almost 12 inches long. Stung by the pain and surprised by the ruthlessness of her attacker, Peaches covered her chest with her hands as Flora charged up alongside her, grabbed two handfuls of her hair and then hauled her toward the corner. Drawing the buxom beauty’s head upward, she then rammed it down into the turnbuckle, launching the youngster’s pretty face off of it as she stumbled backward.

Faltering backward, Peaches turned and faced in the opposite direction, oblivious to that fact that Flora had now begun to climb the ropes in the corner. Reaching the top, the ex-champ raised her conjoined fists overhead before leaping forward. Though the crowd yelled to try and alert Peaches to the impending strike, the buxom grappler did not pick up on the warning. So upon Flora’s descent, she rammed her fists down between Peaches the back of Peaches tanned shoulder blades, pounding her to the mat.

A chorus of boos serenaded Flora as she got to her feet, her victim floundering below her. The ornery brunette smirked at the crowd’s reaction, arrogantly circling her prey with a sinister sneer on her face. Peaches tried to push herself up onto all fours, but Flora stomped her barefoot down into her lower back, bashing her to the canvas again and drawing another flurry of boos from the crowd.

Brit stood in the far corner watching and seemingly enjoying the action as a spectator more so than a referee should have been. True to her word, she was not interfering in the action, at least not yet anyway.

Laying face down, Peaches once again attempted to push herself up onto her hands and knees, but Flora simply walked up alongside her and punted her foot forward, slamming it into the downed beauties midsection and knocking her onto her back. The boos continued as Flora walked up alongside the buxom beauty's shoulders and lifted her foot to place it down onto Peaches throat as Brit remained in the corner, watching. But the younger grappler lunged up, grabbing Flora's ankle with both hands and then surprisingly biting down on the bare foot. Flora began to scream in pain, her leg trapped as her opponent gnawed away at her foot. Keeping her jaws clenched tightly around the appendage, Peaches then lifted a flurry of punches straight upward, slamming them against the upper portion of Flora's inner thigh. The soft skin of the sensitive region of Flora’s body vibrated with each blow until finally, the ex-champ toppled over.

The crowd came alive, cheering for Peaches who slowly got to her feet to finally go on the attack. Flora lay on her side, massaging her aching inner thigh as her opponent now took advantage of her situation and pushed her onto her stomach before stepping across her body so that she straddled Flora. With both feet squeezing against the sides of Flora’s ribcage, Peaches reached down and grabbed the brunette's wrists, pulling her arms as she then stepped on Flora’s lower back with both feet. The soles of Peaches boots were now planted firmly above Flora’s ass as she balanced herself, continuing to heave upward on the ex champ’s arms and curling her body painfully backward. As Flora’s head lifted into the air, her face twisted in pain from the strain on her arms and back.

With the crowd encouraging her, Peaches continued to bend the ex-champ’s body backward, the strain causing Flora’s arms to quiver uncontrollably. Her back was arched to it’s limit as she lamented with a deep, anguished howl. Flora’ entire upper body was now curled backward, still trembling from the strain as Peaches then lifted one foot off of her back while balancing herself on the other. She then placed her elevated foot so that the sole of her boot pressed against the back of the brunette’s head, Flora's anguished groans continuing to echo around the ring. After a brief pause, Peaches then ferociously drove her boot forward while releasing Flora’s arms, propelling the ex champ’s head downward until her face slammed violently against the canvas with tremendous force, the collision creating a loud THUMP.

The ex-champ's head bounced off of the mat intently, her eyes crossed from the impact as an expression of stupor stretched across her face. She then collapsed downward again, her arms falling above her head as Peaches took a moment. Flora was now face down, her body heaving up and down from her heavy breathing, though she did not otherwise move. Glancing down at her own bosom, Peaches surveyed the deep scratch marks Flora had carved into it earlier, her eyes igniting with fury as she touched the scratches, noticing a slight hint of blood on her fingertips. Enraged, she abruptly seized two handfuls of Flora's long black hair and ripped her onto her feet, the ex-champ still woozy from the vicious blow to her head.

The cheering continued as Peaches came face to face with her woozy adversary before reaching forward and raking at her eyes, taking a page out of Flora's book. The brunette howled in agony as she stumbled around the ring while grabbing her eyes, momentarily blinded by the cruel attack. Brit meanwhile remained in the corner, snickering slightly as she watched Flora stagger around.

"Hmmmmm ..... looks like you've got a dark side yourself, eh love?" Brit yelled over to Peaches, who sneered sinisterly at the rhetorical question.

Resuming the attack, Peaches charged over to the still blinded Flora and grabbed one handful of hair to hold her head up while veering back with the other. She then delivered a ferocious punch which landed square on Flora's jaw, jarring her head to the side before her body seemed to give out, causing her to slump down onto one knee. With her eyes bloodshot and tearing, Flora seemed out of it as her arms hung at her sides and her body swayed back and forth while on one knee. Her husband continued watching at ringside, in awe of the buxom beauty’s power and concerned about the damage one punch had done to his wife. Flora was reeling, and he knew it. She was barely able to see, not exactly sure where she was at that moment, and teetering back and forth. But Peaches was just getting started and again went on the attack. After walking to ringside, she then raced across the ring, leaped forward with her legs and delivered a vicious drop kick to the side of Flora's head, sending her shooting to the side before crumbling to the canvas.

Lying on her side, Flora was visibly in trouble as she wrapped her arms around her head, her ears ringing from the blows it had taken. Peaches then cruelly kicked the former champ onto her back and after Flora flopped over, the younger women stomped her boot down, impaling the ex-champ’s yielding belly. Gurgling a loud anguished groan as her body bowed, Flora again collapsed downward before rolling onto her side and curling into a ball. Peaches then strolled toward the side ropes and began to climb beneath them, stepping out onto the ring apron as she appeared to be ready to jump out of the ring. Exactly why she was doing this was not clear, but for the first time, Brit exercised her authority and stepped out of the corner, apparently figuring out what Peaches had in mind. She marched over to her, yelling to remind her of the rules.

"Don't forget my warning to stay in the ring love. If you leave it, I will quickly count to 10 and then disqualify you. And remember, no outside objects allowed!"

Peaches glanced back at her, heeding the warning and deciding to get back into the ring and resume her attack. Flora had pushed herself up onto one knee by this point as Peaches approached. Lifting her head to face her oncoming attacker, the ex-champ's eyes were badly bloodshot from the gouge they had received earlier. Her face still showed visible signs of bewilderment, but she nonetheless raised her hands to defend herself.

Peaches set herself and then swung her leg violently toward Flora to deliver a roundhouse kick to the ex-champ’s embattled head, but Flora ducked below the attempt and as Peaches whirled around, Flora dove at her legs and tackled her from behind. Both women fell to the canvas with Flora retaining her grip on the younger women’s limbs as their bodies intertwined. Flora then rammed the top of her head into Peaches kidney, the head butt to the sensitive area eliciting a soft moan from the buxom beauty. Momentarily incapacitated, Peaches then felt her legs being twisted awkwardly.

Though still groggy, Flora was able to manipulate Peaches legs until she wound one of them around her own, rolling Peaches onto her stomach, and then her side, as Flora applied a very effective Scorpion hold while getting to her feet. Immediately Peaches began to scream as the pressure on her legs grew in intensity. Lying with her legs bent rearward, her back was forced to arch, increasing the pain to her mid and lower body. Flora grimaced as she increased the pressure on the hold, Peaches’ screams growing louder than the boos which rose from the crowd.

Brit looked on, retreating to her corner once again as she watched her rival torture the younger woman. But Peaches wasn’t giving up and was able to grab hold of Flora’s right leg, pulling it hard enough to force her brunette attacker to lose her balance and drop to the canvas. Landing hard on her hip, Flora grimaced as Peaches scrambled to take advantage of the opportunity. She quickly seized hold of Flora’s legs and applied the same Scorpion hold which had just been used against her, drawing a blood curdling shriek from Flora, who was now in agony. She desperately tried to swing at Peaches with her arms, but could not reach, the attempt only encouraging the youngster to affect even more pain.

Moving out of her corner, Brit slowly sauntered over before checking to see if Flora was ready to submit, but the defiant brunette growled a rebellious “N…N…O…O !” between her screams. Brit then happily backed away, allowing Flora to continue to squeal in pain. Desperate to escape the excruciating hold, Flora somehow managed to curl her upper body to the side and without notice, clenched onto Peaches ankle, pulling it toward her face. She then bit on the back of Peaches calf, sinking her teeth deeply into the shapely lower leg of the buxom beauty, copying an escape maneuver Peaches had used against her earlier.

With Flora still trapped in the leg lock herself however, both women were now screaming in pain, Peaches finally relenting and releasing the grip and allowing Flora’s body to unfurl. The buxom beauty reached down to massage her aching calf as Flora quickly crawled away, scrambling to the far side of the ring where she sat near the side ropes.

As the ex-champ tried to grab hold of the ropes in attempt to pull herself up, Peaches rubbed at the teeth marks on her tanned flesh before her face gnarled into an angry expression. It looked more like a street fight than a wrestling match, with biting, choking, scratching, hair pulling and punching playing a dominant role. Flora’s husband was surprised by the viciousness, but even more surprised at the way Peaches had been so effective in that kind of fight. Watching his wife struggle to get back to her feet, he could see that she was hurt, and only a few minutes had passed. He then glanced across the ring and saw Peaches charge, quickly snatching two handfuls of his wife’s hair and using the grip to rip her the rest of the way up.

The ex-champ rose swiftly as she was jerked by the head and forced back against the ropes as Peaches changed her grip, seizing Flora’s right arm with both hands. She then tossed Flora across the ring, sending the svelte brunette on a dash forward. Ricocheting off of the opposite ropes, Flora shot back toward her attacker, but as Peaches dove at her with a flying forearm, the brunette had already dove forward herself, plunging below Peaches outstretched arm and driving her shoulder into the youngster’s midsection. The momentum sent Peaches’ body flipping through midair in a spectacular sight, akin to a ferocious tackle from a National Football League highlight film.

Completing a full revolution, Peaches crashed down hard on her back, the dazzling maneuver quieting the crowd, some of whom began to shift allegiances and cheer for Flora’s impressive counterattack. Both women remained on the mat for a few moments, the pace of the fight taking its’ toll on each of their bodies. Peaches had launched an impressive attack and had battered Flora to this point, though the aggressive and feisty Flora had retaliated at every opportunity.

Both women continued an attempt to get up, Flora a few steps ahead as she got to one knee just as Peaches had rolled onto her side and was about to do the same. Getting her other leg out under her, Flora then pushed herself up and turned to limp over to her opponent who was now on one knee herself. Stumbling over to the buxom brawler, Flora grabbed her by the hair, ripping her up further until she forced Peaches onto her feet. But the younger woman responded with a powerful punch to Flora’s gut, halting the attack.

“OOOMMPPHH!” bellowed Flora as she doubled over and hobbled backward a couple of steps.

The sharp pain in her midsection had left her staggered, overwhelmed by her opponent’s raw punching power. The ferocity of Peaches punches were much more than she had expected, and with the ex champ stooped over and in pain, she was in no condition to straighten up just yet. Peaches approached, moving in front of the hunched over brunette before enclosing Flora’s bowed head between her thighs. She encased it with her powerful legs before propelling herself forward, leaping over Flora’s back before somersaulting downward and pulling Flora along with her by the head. Landing on her back, Peaches then rolled forward, using her legs to drag Flora over her before the youngster ended up in a seated position with Flora sprawled in front of her. The brunette’s body splayed apart as her head remained trapped between Peaches thighs, the youngster staring down at the top of it.

The athletic maneuver drew a roar from the crowd as Flora remained on her back, Peaches lurking above her while squeezing mightily with her legs. Engulfed, Flora’s head looked like a large walnut, and Peaches thighs were the nutcracker. Flora’s husband was even more amazed at the proficiency of his wife’s opponent. He could see that she was visibly disoriented as she frantically slapped and pawed at her opponent from the perilous position she was in. But much to his relief, Flora was not giving up, instead continuing her attempt to recklessly claw at her assailant. But the buxom brawler was able to secure one of Flora’s arms by wrapping it around her own and locking it straight upward. Left with only one free arm, Flora made the most of it, managing to grab hold of Peaches ear before pulling and gouging at it.

Squirming to keep her downed opponent at bay, Peaches began to howl softly in pain, but nonetheless continued to squeeze Flora’s head with her thighs. The two were now locked in a test of wills, each dishing out some punishment in a very different manner. But finally Peaches was overcome with pain, causing her to loosen the head scissors just enough to allow the brunette to wriggle free. Once again scampering away on her hands and knees, Flora crawled to the far corner as Peaches remained seated, grabbing at her wounded ear.

Brit stood there smiling, delighted that her two potential future opponents were working each other over so viciously. She still refused to intervene, acting as a spectator with the best view in the house. Just a few feet away, Flora grabbed the ropes and began to pull herself up, her head drenched with sweat from being squashed between Peaches’ thighs.

She moved slowly and deliberately, turning to discover that Peaches was also beginning to get up in the center of the ring. Within a few more seconds, both were on their feet and facing each other, the crowd buzzing with anticipation, wondering who would gain an advantage next in this back and forth struggle. The two warriors had earned the respect of the crowd, though clearly the majority of the fans were still cheering for Peaches as the tired, battle scarred warriors moved towards each other.

Making the first move, Flora attempted to seize hold of Peaches, but the younger woman was able to lock up with her instead as the two began a struggle. Peaches started to shove Flora back a step, exhibiting her power over the thinner, older brunette. But the wily veteran broke free as the two stood apart for a moment, until to charge in and lock up again. This time Flora was able to grab Peaches by the wrist and twist her arm behind her back in an armbar. Before she could lock the hold in place however, Peaches reversed it, spinning Flora around and wedging HER arm behind her back.

The veteran struggled to attempt her own reversal, but the youngster thwarted it as she continued to wrench the ex-champ’s arm behind her back. She then began to push Flora forward toward the corner, but as they approached, the brunette plunged her elbow backward, driving the point of it into Peaches’ gut. The blow forced the buxom beauty to release her grip, and Flora reacted quickly, grabbing her by the head flipping her over and onto her back.

Landing hard, Peaches legs sprawled apart as her head snapped backward. Rushing her, Flora quickly yanked her up by the hair and forced against the side ropes before adjusting her grip to seize hold of her arm with both hands. She then ran forward and dragged her by the arm to whip her across the ring, but Peaches took only two steps forward before adeptly planting her feet and reversing the attempt. Pulling Flora’s arm, she hauled her around in a circle before sending her shooting across the ring and barreling forward until she dipped against the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. But Flora was able to hook her arms over the top one to prevent herself from being shot off of them. As her body recoiled against the ropes however, Peaches hurried over and planted her foot into Flora’s belly. As the brunette bowed forward and moaned, Peaches seized hold of her wrists and then fell backward, pulling Flora down with her before propelling her foot up into the brunette’s stomach to catapult her overhead. Flipping through the air, Flora’s legs sailed up toward the roof before twirling over and crashing awkwardly to the canvas, flat on her back.

With her body splayed apart upon landing, her long hair fell over her face which winced in pain as she bounced up once before coming to halt, still flat on her back. The crowd erupted in cheers, impressed with Peaches’ ability to both attack and counterattack against her more experienced adversary. Every assault Flora attempted had been absorbed and answered effectively and, from Flora’s perspective, painfully. The ex-champ had not yet figured out a way to gain a meaningful and lasting advantage as the youngster seemed to always be one step ahead. And as Flora rolled on the canvas, clutching her back, Peaches was determined to keep that momentum going.

Marching over to her fallen foe, Peaches reached down and grabbed hold of her ankles, pulling Flora’s legs upward. But the ever defiant brunette shook one leg free and then propelled it at the younger woman, striking her in the chest and knocking her down to the mat. Peaches landed on her butt, but got up quickly, as did Flora, and the two were once again, facing each other. The crowd was electric, delighted at the fast paced, back and forth action as the two women moved in on each other.

As they began to lock up, Flora impetuously lunged, gouging Peaches right eye with her fingertips. The buxom warrior squealed and hobbled backward, but before Flora could follow up, Peaches charged and raked her fingers across both of Flora’s eyes, gouging them for the second time in the match. Once again the youngster had taken an attack and reversed it, leaving Flora to stumble back against the ropes, virtually blinded.

Trying to capitalize on her opponent’s handicap, Peaches rushed Flora once again, but the brunette fired back at her unsuspecting attacker with a short, quick chop to Peaches throat. With a loud gulp, the busty brawler again backpedaled and lifted her hands to her gullet as Flora took a moment to rub her clouded eyes as she slouched back in the corner. Assuming she would have at least a brief moment to regain her sight, Flora was shocked to find Peaches once again charging, leaving the ex-champ unprepared to defend herself. As a result, Peaches quickly wrapped her hands around Flora’s throat and began to choke her, violently shaking her head from side to side as she constricted the brunette’s windpipe.

Yet another loud roar rose up from the fans, seemingly everyone in the crowd now cheering for Flora’s asphyxiation; everyone except her husband that is. He was proud of the way his wife would not give up and kept attacking, but even more concerned that Peaches seemed to not only take everything she had, but give it back even more.

Desperately flailing her arms in an attempt to slap and punch at Peaches head, Flora continued to be choked, her struggle serving only to encourage Peaches to tighten her grip and squeeze even harder. Gradually the ex-champ’s face grew pale and her escape efforts diminished, Peaches unrelenting though as her brunette victim’s body began to slump from the corner.

As Flora faded until she was barely able to keep her legs stable beneath her, Peaches finally released the choke, leaving her prey with one arm hooked over the top rope as she dangled limply off of it, gasping for air. Taking a step back, Peaches surveyed her wilted adversary for a moment, but then stepped forward once again and delivered a vicious stomp to Flora’s midsection, smashing her into the corner once again and jarring the ex-champ who elicited an angst-ridden though soft groan.

“aawwwwwwww”

With both of her arms now hooked over the top rope, Flora drooped sloppily from the corner as if she were about to fall at any moment. Peaches once again moved in however, this time ripping her upright by the hair with one hand while clutching hold of her forearm with the other. She dragged Flora off of the ropes before hurling her across the ring, the ex-champ floundering forward at great speed. Reaching the opposite corner, Flora’s body turned so that her bare back smacked violently against the turnbuckles, her head snapping backward from the impact as her arms fell flaccidly over the top ropes.

Waiting for her target to settle, Peaches then raced across the ring, gaining momentum as she approached before launching her body forward to deliver a huge splash against her faded foe. The buxom beauty splattered her body across Flora’s, burying her deeper into it before hopping up onto the bottom ropes, her large chest hovering over Flora’s head. Grabbing a handful of Flora’s long, black hair, she then pulled her head backward and lowered her sweaty cleavage down onto her face, once again smothering the battered brunette.

Watching from his seat at ringside, Flora’s husband shook his head dolefully. If anyone had told him at the start of the match that his wife would be facing Peaches in an “anything goes” match, he would have bet all of their money on his wife being victorious. The lack of rules would seemingly have played right into the ruthless Flora’s strengths while working against the less experienced and sweet-natured Peaches. But the 38 year old Flora was fading fast, and Peaches attack was gradually draining the life out of her. So as he looked up into the ring and watched his wife arms and legs flopping about helplessly, her face buried in Peaches bosom, he was disheartened by her uncharacteristic vulnerability.

Brit meanwhile smirked at the circumstances as she paraded alongside the ropes, avoiding any interference with the action. Experiencing a certain sense of satisfaction in watching Flora be humbled by the youngster, she also was learning that Peaches was proving herself to be a force to be reckoned with. And that force might soon be coming her way soon in an attempt to take her new title away.

As the crowd stood and cheered, Peaches finally lifted her bosom off of Flora’s face, leaving the slumping, panting brunette in a frantic attempt to replenish her lungs with oxygen. Fading from the ropes, Flora dropped to one knee, her entire body heaving as she tried to suck in oxygen. But the youngster again lugged her upright in the corner before grabbing her by the head and flipping her onto her back so that she landed with her arms and legs sprawled apart.

Lying on the canvas, Flora continued to gasp for air, her chest heaving up and down from beneath her leather top. Peaches again marched up to her, giving the brunette little time to recover as she ripped her onto her feet, shoved her arm between Flora’s legs and scooped her up into the air. Holding her by the crotch and neck, Peaches upended the former champ’s body, hoisting it up to her shoulders before slamming it downward, splattering Flora against the mat.

The see saw match was now starting to become one-sided, delighting the crowd as Peaches kept her momentum going, again plucking the wounded wrestler up by the hair. Flora appeared overwhelmed by the assault, a surprising sight to many of those watching as the matchmaker’s comments when he had arranged the match appeared to be very valid right now.

“Listen Flora, you were a good champ, but we’ve upgraded our talent and to tell you the truth, I’m not so sure you can keep up with some of the new girls. I think you’ve lost your edge.”

In a now familiar scene, Peaches again lugged Flora to her feet and shoved her back against the ropes, the ex champ now being manhandled by the youngster. Grabbing her by the arm, Peaches again tossed Flora across the ring, sending her bouncing off of the opposite ropes before she was shot back toward the center. Peaches then nailed her in the chest with a huge running shoulder block, blasting her to the mat with tremendous force.

Flat on her back, Flora’s arms fell to her sides as one leg lifted in the air before plummeting back to the canvas. Her long, black hair was strewn over her head as she laid there, slowly moving her arms to her chest, the latest body part to take a vicious blow. Striding alongside her, Peaches stood next to her flattened foe before stomping her boot down into Flora’s tummy, bending her victim’s body as it curled upward before again slogging down to the mat. Aside from the throws, flips and acrobatic attacks, Peaches was also pounding on Flora’s midsection at every opportunity, the constant body attack serving to gradually wear down the older wrestler. Rolling over, Flora wrapped her arms around her midsection as she pulled her knees into her chest, lying face down in a fetal position.

The offensive continued however as Peaches ran over and leaped up before slamming her elbow down into Flora’s lower back, battering her prone prey. Flora’s body again recoiled as she wailed out loud, now falling onto her side and curling into a ball to try and protect herself from the onslaught. The defensive attempt proved futile however as Peaches reached down and grabbed hold of the collar around her neck, yanking her up onto her hands and knees.

The former champ’s leather halter top was attached to a studded leather collar which wrapped around her neck to fasten the garment to her body and Peaches was using it like a dog collar to drag Flora across the ring. Forced to crawl on her hands and knees as she scampered to keep pace with Peaches, Flora was being publicly humiliated, a fact not lost on the crowd. Many of the fans chuckled at the sight as Peaches tugged on the collar, jerking Flora by the neck and forcing her to crawl completely around the ring before dragging her near the side ropes.

Once there and still on all fours, Peaches forced Flora’s head out of the ring and over the middle rope before quickly stepping down on the back of her neck to choke her against it. Flora’s arms flailed outside of the ring as Peaches stepped down even harder, intensifying the choke. Flora was helpless, her arms falling out of the ring as she could not muster the strength to resist. Her body had nothing left, the life choked out of it as she floundered. Mercilessly, Peaches finally lifted her foot, leaving the brunette to once again frantically gasp for air as her body collapsed in a heap, her arms draped lifelessly over the middle rope. But Peaches then again grabbed hold of the collar and walked her around the ring once more, this time yanking her toward the corner before pulling forward to drive the top of her head into the metal pole.

CLANK!

The sound of Flora’s head striking the pole sent a chill down her husband’s spine as he watched the action directly above him. As Peaches wrenched her by the collar once more, dragging her near the center of the ring, he saw an emptiness in his wife’s eyes, and it scared him. She seemed to be barely conscious; the physical beating Peaches was bestowing on her was sapping the life from her. Even worse however was the way in which Peaches was now going about it, humiliating the former champ in order to enhance her own status in the Women’s Division. The youngster dragged her toward the center of the ring once again, Flora forced to crawl weakly alongside her before finally Peaches let go of the collar, leaving Flora to flounder on her hands and knees. Marching up alongside her vacillating victim, Peaches then launched a powerful punt into her stomach, the kick landing on Flora’s bare skin with a loud THUD, jarring the beleaguered brunette onto her back as she howled in pain.

“AAAWWWWWWW!”

Landing with her head near the center of the ring, Flora’s left leg lifted into the air before falling back, her bare foot landing on top of the bottom rope. Her face was twisted in pain as Peaches stood over her, the brunette barely moving as she remained flat on her back, her chest heaving up and down from her heavy breathing. Peaches then knelt down alongside her, gazing down into her victim’s eyes. They were bloodshot as a result of the gouges Peaches had delivered, staring vacantly back up at her attacker. In contrast to Flora’s eyes, Peaches were sparkling with just a hint of redness, a sort of sadistic satisfaction evident in her glare, knowing that she was dominating the meanest of the Women’s Division wrestlers. It was very clear that Peaches was using the match as not only a means of earning a championship match, but also as a means of serving notice to the other wrestlers that she was the new bad badass of the Women’s Division. And she was establishing that reputation at the expense of it’s (apparently) former badass.

Satisfied that she had delivered that message loud and clear, Peaches then splattered her body across Flora’s before trying to corral her victims’ legs around her own to begin the process of ensnaring her in a grapevine pin. Brit moved closer, realizing that the end might be near, but despite the fact that Peaches had wrapped her legs around Flora’s and spread them apart, the former champ was able to keep her left foot propped up on the bottom rope. Peaches tried to wriggle it free from the rope, but Flora had hooked her ankle over it so that it did not fall. Undaunted, the youngster simply grabbed hold of Flora’s arms and stretched them up over her head, stretching her apart while pinning her to the mat.

Looking up helplessly, Flora’s face was just inches away from Peaches cleavage. She knew that Peaches signature finishing move was a combination grapevine pin with a breast smother, and she was well aware that the signature finisher was about to be used on her. But Flora was also aware enough to realize that if she could keep her foot perched on the rope, she could avoid a pin. But as Brit moved in, she kneeled down near Flora’s shoulders, checking to see if they were pressed to the canvas. She confirmed that they were, and raised her hand slowly to begin the count.

Most husbands in this situation would have accepted their wives defeat, relieved by the fact that at least their wife’s suffering would end. But Flora’s husband did not accept defeat easily, so seeing Brit raise her hand, he yelled up to her to discourage her from starting the count.

“Her foot is on the ropes. You can’t count her out!” he yelled.

Brit glanced out at him with a curious expression, surprised by the comment. Flora was clearly defeated and had taken a great deal of punishment in the match, so Brit expected he would have sat there and kept his mouth shut. Regardless, the rope was not going to save Flora this time as Brit kneeled closer to the pinned ex-champ and whispered a warning to explain why not.

“The rope is not going to save you Flora. I warned you that there were only 3 rules to the match: …. no touching the ref, no leaving the ring, and no outside objects. I said nothing about the ropes, so keeping your foot there is not going to stop a pin!”

Smiling at the revelation, Peaches then completed her finishing move by lowering her ample bosom down onto Flora’s face, completely engulfing it with her two mounds of flesh. With her legs spread open, arms stretched apart overhead and body pressed to the canvas, Flora tried desperately to squirm free, but could not. She felt herself getting lightheaded as once again, she could not breathe. But despite her desperate situation, she was aware enough to hear Brit begin to slap the mat. The first slap was loud and clear, as was the second, but before Brit could slap the mat a third time, Flora was somehow able to summon enough strength to roll over, forcing their intertwined bodies to revolve over each other. The fact that one foot was elevated on the rope seemed to provide her with just enough leverage to reverse the pin, and she now found herself set atop her attacker.

Brit raised her eyebrows at the turnaround as Peaches was now pinned below Flora. The youngster was just as surprised and began to squirm and wriggle as Brit slapped the mat for the first time. Before the second slap came however, the youngster was able to roll over once again, reversing their position a second time. As the two sweaty bodies grinded against each other, Peaches opted to delay her pin attempt, aware that Flora obviously still had some fight left in her. She wasn’t going to take any chances, well aware that Flora was cunning enough to devise an unexpected strategy to reverse another pin. Instead, she needed to pound on the former champ until she had nothing left, and only then, pin her for good.

Pushing herself upright, Peaches then stood over the downed Flora, visibly irritated that she was still fighting back. She then sent yet another stomp down into her soft stomach, pounding on her body yet again.

"AAAWWWWWW!” howled Flora as her body recoiled, Peaches quickly snatching her by the hair as her head lifted upward.

She then ripped Flora onto her feet and forcefully pushed her back against the side ropes, the brunette sagging against them as her arms fell over the top one. Annoyed by Flora’s refusal to give in to her, Peaches then sent yet another stomp into the brunette’s battered belly, her boot sinking deeply through her soft skin and deep into her intestinal cavity. After yet another sorrowful shriek, Flora wilted even further, Peaches standing directly in front of her while staring intently into her eyes.

“WHY WON’T YOU .....” began the youngster in an angry growl as she lifted her leg before ramming her boot into Flora’s stomach yet again, finishing the sentence upon impact. “..... QUIT!”

“AAAAWWWW ... HAW ... HAW!”

It was clear that Flora was in agony, her howls getting louder and longer with each blow she took. With her left arm wrapped around her midsection, Flora’s right armpit was draped over the top rope to hold her up as she slouched off of it. The fans seemed restless now, recognizing that Flora was finished and wanting Peaches to finally put an end to her. Flora’s husband still held out hope however that somehow his wife would dig down deep and find a way to get back into the fight. He looked up at her, and though she was clearly hurt and barely able to stand, dangling perilously from the ropes, he nevertheless did not want to see the fight end.

“Come on Flora!” he yelled to her from his seat at ringside, trying to motivate his wife.

Peaches meanwhile had paused for a moment, finally slowing the pace of her attack. But as she walked around the ring, catching her breath and plotting her next, she too sensed the crowd’s impatience as she stared at her wilted foe. She debated whether to go for a pin again or continue to wear Flora down even more, so as she approached her target, everyone waited to see.

Stepping in front of the brunette, she grabbed Flora’s her left arm and threw it over her own shoulder, wrapping her arm around Flora’s back before reaching down and shoving her other arm behind the droopy former champ’s knees. She then scooped her up, cradling Flora in her arms as she carried her to the center of the ring. The crowd cheered loudly, many getting to their feet in anticipation of what was to come.

Fidgeting lackadaisically as she was carried in Peaches arms, Flora tried to grab a handful of the youngster’s hair, prompting Peaches to stop and then quickly drop down onto one knee, keeping the other extended in front of her. As a result, Flora’s back smacked against her outstretched knee with a dull THUD, her body collapsing over either side of Peaches leg. The vicious backbreaker drew a roar from the fans, Flora’s husband bowing his head in disappointment as he watched his wife’s body unfurl off of Peaches leg.

With her legs dangling limply off of one side and the top of her head touching the canvas on the other as her arms fell lazily over her head, Flora was not only hurt, but in an extremely vulnerable position. Not one to let an opportunity to pound on her opponent’s body go by, Peaches lifted her arms overhead, joined them in a fist and sent the combined force of both hands plummeting downward and directly into the stretched and defenseless abdomen of her victim. Flora bawled loudly as she rolled off of Peaches leg, collapsing to the canvas and rolling onto her side. Her face was twisted in pain, her once shiny, long hair now wet and matted as she wallowed on the mat.

Thrusting her arms overhead to accept the applause of her fans, Peaches smiled widely, for the first time starting to celebrate. She then walked back over to her ailing foe and kicked her onto her back, Flora flopping over like a ragdoll. The younger warrior then marched over to the side ropes, bouncing off of them once before charging forward and leaping into the air in a huge swan dive. She was attempting to splash herself against Flora, but the embattled brunette was miraculously able to roll over, consequently allowing Peaches body to crash hard against the mat.

The landing was rough, and Peaches squirmed on her belly for a moment as Flora tried desperately to get up. She got into a seated position, but with the crowd encouraging the youngster, Peaches was able to pull herself together and beat her to it. So with Flora on one knee, the buxom beauty was standing, and quickly snatched two handfuls of Flora’s hair, violently ripping her onto her feet before roughly tossing her into the corner.

Again Flora slumped back against the turnbuckles as Peaches moved in front of her, clearly angered by the brunette’s earlier escape. She then leaned in closer to taunt her adversary, assuring her that she would pay for delaying the inevitable. She was just about to whisper the threat in Flora’s ear when the former champ hastily jarred forward, head butting Peaches on the bridge of her nose.

The ferocious blow sent Peaches stumbling backward as she raised her hands to her face, bright flashes of light appearing before her eyes. Flora sagged back into the corner again, thoroughly exhausted, but aware that she had to pull herself together in order to survive. She tried to get herself erect as Peaches checked her nose for bleeding, but before Flora could get herself together, Peaches staggered over to her, reaching forward to grab her by the hair. But before she could corral the brunette, Flora again propelled her head forward, ramming the top of it directly into Peaches nose. There was a loud THWACK as Peaches again stumbled backward, her hands quickly covering her face. She saw stars circling around her head, dizzied and dazed by the second blow to her face.

Flora again slumped back against the ropes, Brit standing in her corner, shaking her head in disbelief. But this time, Flora straightened up and slowly pushed herself off of the ropes, trudging over to her bewildered adversary. She grabbed her by the arm and shoved back against the ropes, reversing positions from just a moment ago.

With her back pressed against the cables, Peaches continued to cover her face with her hands, soft whimpers sneaking past her fingers. Flora knew that she had to act quickly, and traipsed over to the ropes alongside Peaches, stepping between the top two and planting her feet on the ring apron before stumbling up behind her opponent. Brit dashed over and warned Flora to get back in the ring, but the battered brunette ignored her, instead reaching forward to grab hold of Peaches arms and drop them onto the top rope on either side of her body. Brit began to count loudly as Flora yelled back at her.

“Stay out of my way Brit!”

But Brit continued the count as Flora reached for the middle rope, struggling to pull it upward. She was able to gradually lift it high enough so that it stretched above Peaches head before she dropped it, the cable ensnaring Peaches arms between them as her throat became trapped as well. With the two ropes twisted around the youngster, she was now confined to that position, but despite the fact that her attacker was now restrained, Flora was not yet safe. Brit’s count had reached eight, and so Flora quickly dove between the ropes, falling awkwardly back into the ring just before the count reached ten.

Brit glanced angrily back at the brunette who had begun a struggle to get to her feet. The blonde then issued a warning her not to leave the ring again, Though Flora ignored it, gradually getting to one knee before pausing. Her movements were slow and deliberate, evidence of the pain she was in. But with Peaches bound by the ropes, she had the luxury of taking her time, which is exactly what she did.

It took Flora several more seconds before she finally was able to get up, and as she did, she glanced over at Brit, smirking at her before turning her attention to the trapped younger women. As Flora steadied herself, she glanced at Peaches, seeing the blank look in her eyes and the swelling which had begun to expand her nose. A slight trickle of blood had begun to drip from one of Peaches’ nostrils as Flora’s husband shouted encouragement to his wife.

“Put her away Flora!” he yelled, pumping his fist into the air as most of the other fans booed the dramatic turn of events.

Flora then stumbled up in front of her, cocked her arm, and delivered a stiff punch across Peaches cheek, jarring her head to the side. Though greatly depleted of strength, the punch landed cleanly and squarely, and with enough force to do some more damage. Flora then launched into a tirade, wailing blow after blow on Peaches face and sending her head snapping from side to side. When she was done, Peaches head dropped down in front of her, more soft whimpers coming from her lips as her arms remained bound at her sides, the ropes squeezing tightly around her throat.

Hobbling to the other side of the ring, Flora passed by Brit and once again muttered a warning to her.

“Just stay out of my way!”

She then continued to the opposite corner where she paused, turning to face across the ring before dropping back against it, clearly tired and hurt. She glanced across the ring at Peaches, taking a few more moments to catch her breath before wiping the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. Finally Flora then dipped between the ropes once more, stepping out onto the ring apron as Brit rushed over.

“Last warning Flora. Get back in the ring or I’ll count you out!” she warned as she made her way across the ring.

Ignoring the warning, stumbled over to where her husband was seated, prompting him to get up and give his wife a hug. Flora hugged him back, whispering something in his ear as Brit decided to uncoil Peaches first, before counting Flora out for good. As Brit marched across the ring and began uncoiling Peaches, Flora stumbled over to her husband’s metal folding chair as he stood in front of her to block the view from the ring. Brit meanwhile unwound the ropes from the youngster’s arms, whispering to her as she set her free.

“A fine mess you’ve gotten yourself into!” she chided Peaches, who dropped to one knee upon her release.

Flora meanwhile had folded the chair and picked it up as Brit charged back across the ring, unable to see the brunette who was blocked from sight by her husband. Brit again yelled down at her to get back in the ring, but the ornery brunette yelled back at her, daring Brit to intervene.

“If you want me ..... then come and get me!” Flora growled.

Not taking the threat lightly, Brit quickly ducked between the ropes and stepped out onto the ring apron. Flora’s husband prepared to move out of the way as Brit jumped down to the floor, and as she approached, he stepped aside to reveal his wife with the chair lifted up over her head. By the time Brit realized what was happening, it was too late as Flora slammed the chair downward, striking Brit in the head with it. A sickening CLANK reverberated at ringside as several of the fans gasped in horror.

Brit’s eyes seemed to roll in her head before she collapsed to the floor, knocked out cold by the vicious blow from the metal chair. The crowd erupted in boos as Flora slumped downward, dropping the chair to the floor. Seeing Brit lying there unconscious, Flora’s husband smiled widely, shouting encouragement to his wife.

“That’s my girl!” he proclaimed, lifting his hand as she weakly slapped it with a high five.

But despite the fact that Brit had been knocked cold, Flora’s opponent was still not finished off. Still kneeling near the ropes, Peaches was groggy as she shook her head to clear the cobwebs.

“Go finish her off!” Flora’s husband instructed his wife.

The brunette picked up the folding chair and slogged over to ringside before tossing it up into the ring. The crowd jeered loudly, many yelling angrily at Flora for what she was about to do. But the cantankerous former champ was not bothered by their reaction, instead, hoisting herself up onto the ring apron, one leg at a time. Still moving slowly, Flora finally rolled back into the ring, getting to her feet before reaching down to pick up the chair as she then carried it towards Peaches. The youngster had got to her feet and was leaning back against the ropes, still visibly shaken by the earlier attack.

With the crowd still yelling in anticipation of what was to come, Flora lifted the chair up over her head as she approached, Peaches a sitting duck for the impending attack. Holding the chair with two hands as she moved to within inches of her target, Flora veered it back over her head, but Peaches hastily stepped forward and drove a powerful right hook directly into Flora’s kidney before she could hit her with the chair.

“AAHHWWWWW!” howled Flora as she dropped the chair and doubled over, in obvious pain from the debilitating blow as she dropped to one knee.

Peaches summoned her strength and hobbled over to where the chair had fallen, picking it up and steadying herself. With Flora still kneeling, Peaches moved directly in front of her, waiting for Flora to get up. The brunette’s husband tried to yell a warning to his wife, but as she pushed herself onto her feet and looked up, Peaches sent it barreling forward, slamming it against the top of Flora’s head.

Another loud CLANK resonated around the ring as Flora’s eyes opened wide, her arms twirling at her sides as she dropped to one knee, her arms falling limply at her sides. The crowd erupted with cheers as the brunette swayed back and forth while on one knee, clearly out of it. Peaches then angrily tossed the chair aside, slouching back against the ropes for a moment as her ovation echoed throughout the arena. She then walked up in front of the insensible Flora and lifted her leg, planting the sole of her boot on Flora’s face before pushing forward and kicking her onto her back. Crumpling to the mat, Flora’s arms fell limply over her head, her legs spread apart as she lay there, motionless. Peaches then jumped down on top of her, once again coiling her arms and legs around Flora and trapping her in yet another grapevine pin. This time however, Flora did not react, the fight completely beaten out of her as Peaches lowered her chest down onto Flora’s face, smothering her with her signature move for the second time.

Unlike her previous attempt, this time Flora had no chance for escape, her body beginning to convulse as her flow of oxygen was cut off, the crowd starting to count out loud in unison.

“ONE ... TWO ... THREE .......... ONE ... TWO ... THREE .......... ONE ... TWO ... THREE ..........!”

They continued to blurt out the count for over a minute, Flora’s shaking gradually subsiding as she finally passed out from the smother. Sensing her opponent’s demise, Peaches lifted her chest off of Flora’s face, looking down to see her eyes closed and her body anesthetized. With the crowd still yelling out the count, over and over, Brit finally began to stir outside of the ring. Shaking her head, she struggled to her hands and knees, crawling over to the side of the ring, before reaching up to get a hold of the ring apron. She gradually pulled herself up, looking into the ring and seeing Peaches lying atop the brunette, her shoulders pinned and her body frozen. Brit then slapped the mat three times before finally, the bell rang to signal the end of the match.

The fans leaped to their feet, cheering the awesome match and expressing their delight in the outcome. Peaches finally lifted her sweaty body off of Flora, the former not moving as her body was spread apart, only her chest moving up and down slightly from her breathing. The announcer then jumped up into the ring, grabbing hold of Peaches arm and lifting it over her head.

“THE WINNER ….. IN ONE OF THE MOST FEROCIOUS MATCHES OF ALL TIME …. AND EARNING THE RIGHT TO FACE BRIT FOR THE WOMEN’S DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP …. LET’S HEAR IT FOR ... PEACHES!”

Another eruption sprang up from the crowd as Peaches smiled, her eyes twinkling under the lights. She glanced down at the inert Flora and scowled, gratified at the damage she had done. Slowly she then made her way to ringside, climbing out of the ring and hobbling over to Brit.

“Are you okay?” Peaches asked the champ.

“Yeah …. I’m fine. Nice win love. I guess I’ll see you back here in a few weeks.” Brit replied groggily.

“You can count on it!” Peaches responded before heading back to the locker room.

Flora’s husband meanwhile had climbed up into the ring, kneeling next to his wife as he gently lifted her head and placed it in his lap. It took her a few more moments before she started to stir, and when her eyes, opened, she had no idea where she was. He let her lay there for a few more minutes as the crowd booed up at her, though Flora was oblivious to their reaction. Her husband finally dragged her to the side of the ring before climbing it out of it himself and then reaching up and grabbing his wife as he carried her back to the locker room.

Though she had been thoroughly defeated, she had never given up, and he was proud of her for that. He realized that his wife probably wasn’t the best wrestler in the Women’s Division, but she was a fighter and fought gallantly until the end, and that was all that he could ask for!

THE END

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