Flora (aka Spike) vs. Molly (aka Widow Maker)
Big Girl, Small Girl

Still embarrassed by the humiliating and thorough defeat she had suffered in her last fight, a private catfight against Britney Spears, Flora was feeling the effects of the loss in an even more important way. As was typically the case after she lost a fight, her husband had once again become distant and decidedly disinterested in her. Not surprised, Flora knew that to keep his flame burning she needed to come out on top in her fights and always ran the risk of losing his attention should she not.

So with the time she might have spent making love to her husband, Flora began to analyze her successes and failures from previous fights, and discovered a trend. When she fought with anger she was usually successful, but against Britney Spears, Flora was distracted by both the pop stars’ celebrity as well as the lavish setting in which the fight took place. She never really had the opportunity to get angry and as such, fought much less passionately than she knew that was capable of. So when she got a call from the wrestling federation to set up her next pro wrestling match, Flora wanted to know who she would be facing so that she could learn to hate her!

Flora’s opponent would be a newcomer named Molly, but that was about all she knew. So in her quest to ignite the fire inside of her which would lead her to success, Flora went about researching her upcoming opponent. Molly was a very successful businesswoman who would be making her pro wrestling debut. Similar to Flora, Molly had an ornery personality, though that was about where the similarities between them ended.

While Flora’s primary motivation for fighting was to satisfy her husband, Molly never did anything for anyone but herself. She had climbed to the top of the corporate ladder on the backs of others, crushing anyone in her way in order to succeed. The only person she was interested in keeping happy was herself, which is what lead her to fighting.

Angered that one of her former employees, a young woman named Adina, had gotten her fired from a previous job, Molly set out to destroy the youngster. So after securing a new job, she arranged to have Adina unknowingly come in for an after hours interview, only to pummel her mercilessly. The taste of dominating another woman was so insatiable that Molly had one of her assistants do some research to find her someone who could train her to become a pro wrestler. After getting the list, Molly decided on a retired hall-of-fame wrestler by the name of Natasha The Hatchet Lady.

Paying her a handsome of money, Molly trained with Natasha for four weeks, learning bot the legal, as well as illegal skills of a pro wrestler. Satisfied that she was ready to test herself against some live competition, Molly then discovered that Adina had enrolled in a training program of the local pro wrestling federation. Molly burst into their offices and met with the owner, paying him a generous sum of money to put her on the federation’s permanent roster. Her first match was scheduled shortly afterward, and the owner set it up against Flora!

On the night of her first fight, Molly changed into her outfit and walked into the owner’s office to sit down with him before the match. The two of them had developed an affable relationship, each using the other for their own gain. Molly had used her wealth to secure a roster spot, cozying up to the owner in order to ensure her ongoing success. The owner of the federation was happy to reciprocate, having already made a nice sum of money off of Molly and wanting to be careful not to cut off a potential source of new income.

“So Molly, I set your first match against a woman named Flora. She’s pretty new to wrestling, a few years older than you and much smaller in size. So even though she has a tendency to fight dirty, you should be able to throw her around a bit and make yourself look good.”

Molly nodded, a smile on her face. He was doing exactly as she had hoped he would, feeding her opponents she could defeat easily in order to make a name for herself. So as she sat there, he continued to address her.

“Seeing that your dressed in black, I thought we’d call you the Black Widow. What do you think about that?”

Molly wore a black, spandex bodysuit, hence the moniker. She thought about it for a minute, and then suggested a slight change.

“I think I like Widow Maker even better!”

The owner didn’t hesitate to agree as they both then stood up and shook hands.

“I’m glad we see eye to eye. I think we’re going to have a very long and profitable relationship.” Molly said, winking before she walked out of his office.

A few minutes later he then called Flora into his office, the petite brunette already changed into her skimpy, black bikini.

“So Flora, for this match I’ve arranged for you to fight a rookie named Molly. She’s just a little bigger in size, but you should be able to take her. But since she’s a rookie, I don’t want to see you using any of your dirty tactics, understand?”

Flora stared back at him, a bit surprised by the instructions. Though in her head she grew angry at the warning, outwardly she went along with him.

“Oh don’t worry about me. I’ll be a good little girl!” she replied sarcastically.

He stared back at her, suspicious of the response, though ignoring it as he reached into one of his desk drawers before pulling out a black, leather biker jacket.

“If you’re gonna wrestle for this fed, we’ll need to give you an identity. So as of today I’ve decided that we’ll call you Spike. You’ll be a sort of biker chick, which should mesh well with your personality.”

He handed her the jacket and Flora stood up, grabbing it. She was indifferent to the new identity she’d been given, so she went along with it with no argument before standing up and insolently walking out of his office without saying a word. Annoyed at the snub, he watched her leave before mumbling to himself.

“That hefty blonde is gonna beat you silly!” he muttered as Flora walked away.

A few minutes later, the time of the match arrived. Molly was called to the ring first and pushed through the doors before stomping down the aisle and climbing up into the ring. The crowd watched the large woman, though there was barely a reaction as she stood in her corner and waited for Flora to make her entrance. Flora made her way down the aisle next, pausing to greet her husband who was sitting at ringside. Taking a seat on his lap, Flora tried to act as sexy as possible, hoping to arouse him in the process.

“You watch as I kick the shit of this fat slob just for you, and then I’m gonna let you have your way with me!” she purred softly in his ear as her husband wriggled in his seat, adjusting his erection.

Flora then climbed up into the ring and stood in her corner, her leather jacket opened to show her scantily-clad body beneath. As Flora glanced across the ring, she was taken back a bit by the size of her opponent. At 5’10” tall and weighing 200 lbs, Molly was certainly more than “just a little bigger in size” as the owner had described her. At 5’5” and weighing only 110 lbs., Flora was significantly smaller than her foe, but after the initial surprise, she wasn't very worried.

Though Molly’s physical size was imposing, her body was not nearly as impressive. Wearing her black bodysuit, it was obvious that Molly was not in the best shape. Though she had broad shoulders, trunk like legs and a large frame, her body looked soft. So while she was certainly a big girl, she was not a particularly fit girl. Flora quickly realized that and felt at ease, knowing she could beat the large, soft looking woman.

Despite her insecurities with her marriage, Flora rarely felt those insecurities once she stepped inside the ring. She was confident and as she stared across at Molly, she began to let her rage build toward the beefy blonde. But as she worked her emotions into a frenzy, the announcer stepped forward and began the introductions.

“This match will feature a woman you’ve seen before against the newest addition to our wrestling stable. In the corner to my right, standing 5’5” tall and weighing 110 lbs….. you’ve known her as Flora, but tonight she takes on her new identity…. Introducing ….. SPIKE !”.

Flora gave a quick wave of her hand before taking off the jacket and tossing it into her corner. The crowd reacted with a mix of cheers and boos, Flora disregarding the varied greeting as she stood in her corner, eyeing her opponent.

“Spike’s opponent …. Making her first professional wrestling appearance ….. she stands an imposing 5’10” tall and weighs a powerful 200 lbs., please give a warm welcome to our newest star ….. THE WIDOW MAKER! ”.

The crowd gave a similar greeting to the one they gave Spike, Molly’s inelegant appearance not doing much to arouse the fans. She nonetheless waved to the fans, her long arms raising high above her head to give an impressive view of her large size.

With both women ready, the announcer climbed out of the ring, the lights over the crowd dimmed and the bell rang, signaling the start of the match. The two women moved out of their corners, Spike hopping spryly as the Widow Maker’s movements were much more plodding and deliberate. They circled for a few seconds before Spike then darted forward, lunging toward the Widow Maker and grabbing her by the throat.

The Widow Maker seemed a bit surprised by the dirty tactic, but as the ref yelled for Spike to break the hold, Widow Maker’s face began to turn red. But despite this being her rookie appearance, Widow Maker did not panic, instead winding her right arm behind her before whirling it overhead and then smashing it downward, driving the side of her fist down onto the top of Spike’s head.

The petite brunette’s knees buckled from the force of the potent blow to the head, breaking the choke hold as she stumbled backward in a daze. Widow Maker wasted no time however, rushing forward before shoving one arm between Spike’s legs while grabbing the side of her neck with the other. She then easily scooped the diminutive Spike off of the canvas, upending her petite body in the process. Holding her airborne, Widow Maker carried Spike to the center of the ring before throwing her to the canvas with an authoritative body slam.

Spike’s entire body shook from the impact of the landing as her limbs spread in different directions. She had never been slammed so hard and her bones felt as if they were still rattling inside of her! But Widow Maker wasted not time, quickly snatching a handful of Spike’s short, black hair and ripping her onto her feet by pulling on it. Pulling her shaken foe closer, Widow Maker whispered threateningly in her ear.

“So you want to fight dirty, eh little girl? Well I was trained by one of the best in the business, so that won’t work against me!”

Widow Maker had been trained by none other than Natasha the Hatchet Lady, one of the premier rule breaking wrestlers from the previous era. So pulling Spike roughly by the hair, she dragged her over to the side of the ring before forcing Spike’s throat down onto the top rope. She then pressed both hands down onto the back of Spike’s neck and pushed down hard to choke her against the rope. With her arms flailing at her sides, Spike struggled furiously to break the asphyxiating hold but her attacker was much too strong for her to have any success. Thankfully for the brunette however, the ref rushed over and warned Widow Maker to break the hold, so after a two count, she did just that. But as Spike began to straighten up, Widow Maker quickly forced her back down on the ropes, this time stepping up onto the bottom rope herself in order to apply even more leverage to the choke.

Looking helpless, again Spike’s arms waved at her sides as her small body bobbed up and down like a rag doll from the ropes. She began to grow light-headed from the choke until finally the ref, seemingly taking his time, decided to intervene. He yelled a warning to Widow Maker, pausing to see her reaction. But she ignored his warning and several more seconds passed before finally he began to count. Just as he reached three, which in reality took about 10 seconds, Widow Maker broke her hold as Spike Collapsed against the ropes, gasping for air.

Turning to the ref, Widow Maker stood ominously in front of him, standing about an inch taller and weighing about 30 pounds more than the average-sized man. She yelled her disagreement with his warning and he backed away, looking scared by her threatening confrontation. Satisfied, she then turned her attention back to Spike was still hunched forward against the ropes. Grabbing a handful of hair from the back of her head, she yanked Spike off of the ropes. As she did however, Spike alertly sent a hard, straight chop up into Widow Maker’s throat.

The devious blow to the throat allowed Spikes some time to recover as Widow Maker stumbled backward, her hands clutching her throat. Spike caught her breath, at least as much of it as she could in a few seconds, and then stumbled over to the still ailing Widow Maker. Planting her feet, she then mustered her strength and sent a straight, right jab into the pit of Widow Maker’s stomach.

Though her fist sank several inches into the soft, decidedly untaut tummy before being spit back out, Spike did not have enough power to inflict a great deal of punishment on such a large woman with just one blow. So as she prepared to deliver a second shot, Widow Maker easily pushed her aside before again scooping her up into the air. Carrying the upended Spike around like a small sack of potatoes, it was obvious that, despite her clear lack of muscle tome, Widow Maker was indeed a strong woman. She seemed to delight in the growing number of cheers from the crowd as she paraded Spike to all four sides of the ring before, once again, slamming her to the canvas.

The loud THUD of Spike’s body splattering against the canvas was clear evidence of the power of the slam she had just received. And as Spike’s petite body rolled onto it’s side, Widow Maker stood perilously over her, waiting to attack once again. Using the sole of her size 12 boot, she forcefully rolled Spike onto her back before stepping her foot down onto her throat.

Even before any pressure was applied to her throat, Spike began to thrash wildly, fearing that if Widow Maker were to press all of her 200 pounds down onto it, her windpipe might be crushed. But as if to tease her trapped victim, Widow Maker only slowly applied gradually increasing weight to the choke. The ref stood over in the far corner, watching but not intervening as Widow Maker slowly choked her smaller prey. Finally however, he strolled over and shouted a warning which, of course, Widow Maker ignored.

Surprisingly the crowd began to grow testy, booing as the ref allowed the dirty tactic to continue. With Spike fluttering beneath her, Widow Maker glared down at her, smiling. The ref then finally began to count and as he was just about to reach three, Widow Maker removed her foot from Spike’s throat, allowing her to roll over and suffer near the corner.

Kneeling with her body curled together in the corner, Spike wheezed in a desperate attempt to suck in oxygen. Below her, seated in the front row of the corner where she was suffering, Spike’s husband had a disgusted look on his face as he watched his wife be pummeled once again. Turning to see him shake his head, Spike felt a lump develop in her throat, which was even more painful than the other pain her throat was already feeling.

But there was little time for her to sulk as Widow Maker stomped over, ripping her up by the hair and spinning her around so that Spike was now facing the corner. Pulling back on her head, she then heaved Spike’s face down toward the turnbuckle, crushing it against the padded cushion. As Spike’s head ricocheted off of the corner, her body spun halfway around and her right leg took an involuntary, giant step forward. Spike was clearly in a stupor as her dark, brown eyes rolled in her head. But Widow Maker rushed over to her and, for the third time, effortlessly scooped her up, carried her around the ring and then body-slammed her to the mat.

The newcomer was obviously showcasing her power as she plucked Spike off of the mat twice more before slamming her to the canvas, spattering the smaller brunette repeatedly. With Spike’s entire body aching, Widow Maker again ripped her onto her feet, but this time spun Spike around so that the two were facing each other. With Spike’s head falling forward, Widow Maker pushed it back roughly before shoving her arms beneath Spike’s armpits and wrapping her arms around her back. She joined her hands together between Spike’s shoulderblades and then, squeezing them together tightly, lifted her battered foe, crushing her in a front-facing bearhug.

Spike felt the two sides of her ribcage being crushed together as her back ached in a similar fashion. Widow Maker arched her own back in order to lift Spike even higher, the small brunette’s legs thrashing apart as she screamed, her normally low-pitched voice now hitting the high notes. The crowd booed even more loudly, slowly learning to dislike Widow Maker as she pummeled her smaller foe.

But despite the pain she was in, Spike could still tell what was coming. With her own legs spread apart, her crotch was vulnerable to attack and she knew that Widow Maker was about to slam it down onto her knee. So before that could happen, she managed to take her hands and rake them across Widow Maker’s eyes, ripping at them with the tips of her fingers.

Though the huge woman screamed in pain, she did not relinquish the bearhug, in fact she tightened even more. Unable to see, she nonetheless knew that if she kept Spike trapped in the hold, she would eventually squeeze the fight out of her. But Spike knew that as well so she lifted her arms out to either side of Widow Maker’s head, opened her hands and then slammed her open palms into her attacker’s ears.

The powerful slap forced Widow Maker’s head to ring loudly and prompted her to break the bearhug. As Spike slid off of her adversary, she scooted away, taking the opportunity to regroup as her larger, newly blinded opponent stumbled sightlessly around the ring.

With the crowd now cheering Spike’s comeback, the aching brunette glanced down at the corner where her husband was sitting, but surprisingly he was no longer there. An empty seat was all she found as she frantically tried to scour the crowd for a sign of him. He had gotten up to walk out, sensing that his wife was about to be finished off and not interested in witnessing it. But unbeknownst to Spike, she had not made it out of the arena before she began her comeback, and was standing near the exit, watching the action.

Despite her angst at not seeing her husband, Spike turned her attention back into the ring and attacked the still reeling Widow Maker. But as she did, the ref cut her off, blocking her path.

“HEY, I SAW THAT! IF YOU TRY ANYTHING LIKE THAT AGAIN, I’LL DISQUALIFY YOU!”

But Spike pushed him aside and continued her pursuit, marching up in front of Widow Maker before punting her foot forward and slamming her barefoot up into Widow Maker’s crotch. “Is that what you were trying to do!?!?!” Spike screamed as the immense woman folded forward and whimpered in pain.

Spike then charged up in front of her, grabbing a handful of hair from the stooped over blonde’s bowed head. She then pulled down on Widow Maker’s head while ramming her own knee forward, striking the two together with a loud CRACK!

Widow Maker’s large body shot backward and fell flat on it’s back as Flora straightened up, again glancing toward the corner. Delighted, she saw that her husband was standing in front of his previously empty seat, giving her the thumbs up. She smiled at him, shaking her ass in a little dance before the smile faded from her face and she stormed over to her fallen foe.

Taking a spot directly next to Widow Maker’s head, Spike then turned so that she was facing away from the side of Widow Maker’s face. She then lifted her foot out in front of her before whipping it backward, slamming the back of her heel into the side of Widow Maker’s head, just above her ear.

The collision of foot bone against skull resulted in a loud CRACK, and as the crowd gasped, Widow Maker's tongue fell out of the side of her mouth as her body grew limp, paralyzed by the violent blow. The crowd seemed unsure how to react, eerily quiet as Flora then did a swan dive across Widow Maker’s shoulders, pinning them to the canvas.

Though he was reluctant to do so, the ref slowly knelt down and slapped the mat three times, well aware that Widow Maker wasn’t getting up anytime soon. Spike remained atop her shoulder for a moment before finally getting to her feet, the crowd strangely quiet as she was announced the winner.

“The winner of the match by pinfall….. SPIKE!”

The small brunette’s arm was lifted over her head as she winked down at her husband while the crowd waited to see if Widow Maker had moved yet. Unconcerned, Spike climbed out of the ring and tried to give her husband a hug, but he backed away, not wanting her sweat to stain his clothes.

“Got get cleaned up Flora, then we’ll go home and celebrate!” he told her.

Obediently, she followed his orders, delighted that the night would end the way she had hoped it would. Meanwhile Widow Maker slowly began to come to up in the ring, but only after some smelling salts were whisked beneath her nose. She was then helped her to her feet and back to the locker room, passing by Flora who was on the way out as Molly was helped in. The two exchanged glances, but Molly was still in too much of a daze to recognize that the woman before her was the one who put her in this condition. Flora meanwhile was much too focused on the rest of the evening to give any attention to Molly, so as the combatants crossed paths, no further exchanges took place. But the groundwork for the beginnings of an unlikely rivalry had been laid.

THE END

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