Flora vs. Brit
A Man in the Middle

It took awhile for Flora to regain her senses after being smashed over the head with a metal chair by Shamiqua during her inaugural wrestling match, but eventually the brunette cleared her cobwebs enough to summon a taxi cab to take her home. Still too woozy to drive, she left her car in the parking lot, planning to get a ride back the next night with her husband to pick it up. Arriving home she stumbled into her bedroom and dropped down onto the bed. Her head was still aching badly and Flora was anxious for her husband to get home so that he could take care of her.

But the hours passed and eventually she fell asleep, still dressed in the clothes she had worn that day. She slept through the night and the next day was awoken by the sound of the door to her apartment closing. Her husband had already come and gone, leaving her laying in bed in her clothes. He apparently had come home late, fell asleep, woke up the next morning, got dressed and headed off for work without waking her.

Flora sat up in bed, her head still aching as she rubbed it and felt the large lump she had been given by her new rival. She began to think about her marriage, and quickly became depressed. Though it had started off so promising, her relationship with her husband had become a series of peaks and valleys, and right now they were obviously in a deep valley. She wasn’t sure what was wrong, but knew for sure that she would do whatever was in her power to correct it. But after pondering the state of her marriage for a few minutes longer, Flora’s attentions turned to her other dilemma.

She had shown up at the wrestling arena to demand that she be given the championship title, a title not yet awarded in the Women’s Division. But instead of being given the title, she was instead told to be patient. Furious, she decided to sit and watch the match of one of the newcomers to the federation, Shamiqua. Exchanging words in the locker room with the powerful newcomer before the match, Flora then took a seat at ringside. And when the action spilled out of the ring, Flora couldn’t help but get involved, sneakily tripping Shamiqua when the opportunity presented itself. But Shamiqua quickly retaliated, tossing her opponent at Flora and knocking her off of her seat before then taking that seat, a metal folding chair, and slamming her over the head with it.

As she tried to remember what happened, she rubbed her aching head, angered at being attacked and humiliated by the rookie. So Flora grabbed the phone and called the federation’s owner to demand a title match against her new rival.

“Yeah, it’s me, Flora. Listen, I don’t care what you say, I demand a title match against that chocolate dumb ass! I’m the best damn wrestler you’ve got and it’s about time you recognized that!” she yelled into the phone.

The owner listened calmly, but then replied matter of factly.

“You may have been the best wrestler in the Women’s Division a week ago Flora, but we’ve added 2 new wrestlers and both of them are very experienced and very good. So if you want the title, you’ve got to prove that you can beat them first.”

“You just set up a match between me and Shamiqua and I’ll prove to you that I’m the best.” she replied.

But the owner had something else in mind.

“No, you’re not ready for Shamiqua yet. But I’ll tell you what. In 2 weeks I’ll set up a show where you’ll wrestle against Brit, the other newcomer, and Barbara will take on Shamiqua. The 2 winners will then wrestle a couple of weeks after that for the title. Agreed?”

Flora wasn’t happy about the proposal and didn't agree with his opinion that she wasn't ready for Shamiqua yet, but she agreed to his offer nonetheless. Though she desperately wanted revenge against Shamiqua, she was willing to beat the other newcomer first. She hadn’t wrestled in over 2 months so a preliminary match would be a good way for her to prepare for winning the title. And after winning both matches, she would then solidify her standing as the best women’s wrestler in the fed. So she hung up the phone, glanced over at her alarm clock and yelled out a loud, “OH SHIT!” She was already late for her day job, the one that helped to pay the bills, so she quickly got dressed without taking a shower and rushed off to work.

All day long Flora thought about her impending wrestling match. Aside from being out of the ring for over 2 months, she also hadn’t been very good about working out lately, so she knew that she had some work to do. So once she got home from work that night, she immediately changed into a sports bra and pair of shorts and hit the treadmill which was set up in the spare bedroom her apartment. Setting the timer to 45 minutes, she began to jog away. After 15 minutes she had begun to breathe heavily and work up a good sweat. After 25 minutes her breathing had become even more heavy and the sweat was dripping off of her. Just then her husband came home and walked into the room, his eyes lighting up at the sight of his wife.

“Hi …. honey ….. I … just ….. need …..20 …… more …… minutes!” she said, her words strained from her heavy breathing.

He smiled and took a seat, staring at her as she continued to work her body back into shape.

“Don’t …. watch …. me!….. I …. look ….. disgusting!” she panted to him.

But he ignored her and continued to sit and stare at her with a strange smile on his face. She glanced down at the timer on the apparatus and noticed that she still had 15 more minutes to go. Though she was determined to make it through the entire 45 minutes, her body was thinking that enough time had passed and so with her breathing now more like panting and her body saturated as sweat poured off of her, Flora finally slowed to halt. Her husband stood up as she angrily yelled “SHIT” and punched the stop button on the timer, angered that she couldn’t get through the entire time. She then got off the machine, her husband still staring at her with a sinister smile on his face.

Flora placed her hands on her hips and continued to breathe heavily as several drops of sweat dripped off of her face. She then stood up and noticed her husband still staring at her.

“What … are … you … looking … at?” she asked, giggling while still trying to catch her breath.

He didn’t answer, but instead stood there and continued to stare.

“Come … on …. Don’t … look .. at .. me .. I’m disgusting.”, she declared, finally able to catch her breath. “I didn’t take a shower today, I didn’t shave, I’m sweating like a racehorse …. And I stink!” she declared, “At least get me a towel!”

But her husband didn’t seem to mind. In fact, judging by his expression, he was decidedly turned on by his sweaty wife.

“Oh you don’t need a towel, you look just fine!” he replied wantonly, moving closer to grab hold of her.

But Flora pushed him away.

“No, come on. Let me at least take a shower first!” she answered.

He was persistent however and again reached for her, but again Flora pushed him away. This time however his smile quickly disappeared and an angry expression stretched across his face.

“You know Flora, you used to be this wild, volatile, sexy woman. You were passionate and raw and when you worked out you were proud to work up a good sweat. And I loved that about you. But now the only time I see a glimmer of that woman is when you wrestle, and you don’t even do that very often. When did you turn into a boring housewife?” he asked, half in anger, half in submission.

Flora was stunned as he turned, grabbed his coat and walked out the door. She stood there, sweat still dripping off of her, her mouth open as she watched him leave, unable to say a word. She wasn’t sure what had happened, but his words resonated inside her head.

“When did you turn into a boring housewife?”

Devastated by the unexpected turn of events, Flora dropped down onto her bed and cried. She hadn’t had sex with her husband in over a month, so why couldn’t she just let him take her? He was obviously interested in ravaging her, and she was interested in being ravaged, so why didn’t she just let it happen? The questions haunted her as she sobbed to herself, overcome with emotions.

As Flora cried in their bed, her husband drove around for awhile to calm down. He finally passed by a topless bar and pulled into the parking lot, deciding to stop in for a drink. Taking a seat at the bar he ordered a beer before glancing up at the stage above him and seeing a gorgeous blonde in a Union Jack bikini. Her green eyes gazed down at him and she smiled, giving him a friendly nod. He smiled back and suddenly his marital problems disappeared as he watched her remove her bikini top and toss it down to him. Grabbing it he smiled back before lifting a twenty dollar bill out of his pants and offering it up to her. She reached down for it, allowing her large chest to droop down near his face before taking the bill and stuffing it into her bikini bottom. She continued to dance, but her eyes were focused on him the entire time.

Finally the song ended and she came down from the stage, holding a robe closed around her as she walked towards him. He quickly slid the wedding ring off of his finger, placing it in his pocket before she took a seat on the barstool next to him. The two exchanged a smile before he offered to buy her a drink. She asked for a beer and he obliging bought her one. They clicked glasses together for good luck before she stuck her hand out and introduced herself.

“Hi, I’m Brit!” she stated cheerily with her bubbly British accent, her robe opening to reveal her bare chest.

“Cute name. Sort of goes with your accent … and what’s left of your outfit!” he replied, still holding her Union Jack bikini top while stealing a glimpse of the bare skin between the opening in her robe.

The two began to converse, Brit genuinely interested him as they spoke. But after a few minutes, a drunken guy came up from behind her and grabbed Brit by the shoulder.

“Hey, give me a lap dance!” he demanded angrily with slurred speech.

Brit was obviously annoyed and didn’t even turn to look at him, instead pushing his hand off of her shoulder and responding, “I’m busy now love.”

But the drunk was persistent and grabbed her more sternly, spinning her around on her stool.

“I said give me a lap dance, NOW!” he garbled loudly.

Flora’s husband got up and confronted the guy, standing between him and Brit.

“The lady said she’s busy!” he said sternly, pushing the guy back a few steps.

But Brit gently took Flora’s husband’s hand and softly pushed him back onto his bar stool before she got up, grabbed the guy in a headlock before firing her knee up into his face, sending him sprawling to the floor. The bouncer’s came over and grabbed the guy, pulling him away and tossing him from the club. Brit meanwhile returned to her seat, her robe now wide open as her impressive bosom protruded out in front of her.

“Nice moves.” Flora’s husband told her, impressed by her adeptness. “Where did you learn that?” he asked.

“Well actually I’m a lady wrestler, love. I just dance here a couple of times a week to earn some extra money.”

Flora’s husband was stunned, but before he could continue the conversation, the bouncers came over and grabbed him by both arms.

“Hey, he didn’t do anything. He was just protecting me!” Brit told them.

“Sorry Brit but we got a strict policy here. No fighting. And this guy was involved.” one of the bulky bouncers replied.

“Okay then, I guess this is good night.” Brit said to him, “But I’d really like to see you again, perhaps in a more intimate setting. Why don’t you come watch me wrestle. I’ve got a match in 2 weeks time at the wrestling arena downtown and then maybe afterward I can buy you a drink.”

"I look forward to it!” Flora’s husband responded before the bouncers escorted him out of the club.

He got in his car, a smile returning to his lips as he drove off. He thought about what she had said, being a wrestler and having an upcoming match in the wrestling arena downtown. That was the same arena where his wife wrestled. He thought he knew all of the wrestlers in that federation, but he didn’t recognize her. Could she possibly wrestle for the same fed as his wife?

He didn’t rush home, instead circling the neighborhood until he was sure his wife was asleep. By the time he got home, Flora was out cold. He slept on the sofa in the living room and woke early the next morning, leaving for work before she knew it.

When Flora woke and saw that her husband had slept on the sofa, she again became upset. But she composed herself, took a shower, got dressed and went to work. Once she got to her desk however, the first thing she did was call her husband.

“Hi, it’s me. Listen, about last night …. I’m really sorry….” she said regretfully.

“Yeah, well…..” he replied unenthusiastically.

There was a brief, uncomfortable pause, but he then suddenly broke the silence.

“Listen, I’m really busy so….”

“What time are you coming home tonight?” she asked longingly.

“I’ve got to take some clients to dinner so I’m gonna be late. Don’t wait up for me. I’ll see ya.” he replied before hanging up.

Flora was devastated, but after sitting silently, she decided that she was going to change things. Tonight wouldn’t be the night to do it though, so once Flora got home from work, she grabbed her work-out attire, tossed into a gym bag and headed off to the gym. She began to do some exercises and noticed that working out on the other side of the room was none other than Barbara, her original wrestling rival. Barbara would be facing Shamiqua on the same night that Flora would be facing the other newcomer Brit, and she too was doing her best to get ready for the war.

The two continued to work out on opposite sides of the gym before they eventually ended up on two machines next to each other. It became obvious as they continued their exercises that the two were now competing, even in the gym, as they each tried to outdo the other by executing more repetitions on their respective machines. Finally, after each concluded their work out, they both manned a treadmill next to each other. Flora, dressed in a bulky sweatshirt and a pair of black tights, glanced over at Barbara who was wearing a bright green sports bra and matching tights. The brunette smirked, noticing that Barbara had in fact improved her body since last they met. She smirked condescendingly nonetheless before addressing her adversary as the two began to jog.

“So, you’re facing Shamiqua next, eh? Well you can work out all you want, but it’s not going to do you any good. Even if you beat her; which you won’t; you’ll just have to face me again. And we all know how that turned out the last time!” Flora declared arrogantly.

In their only match against each other, Flora had beaten Barbara easily. But Barbara had worked hard to hone both her wrestling skills and her body since then, and was no longer intimidated by Flora.

“You may have beaten me before Flora, but I’ve worked hard and I’ll be ready for whatever comes my way!” Barbara announced defiantly.

The competition between them continued as Barbara raised the speed on her treadmill, Flora following suit, not to be outdone. They continued to run, each of them now moving at a swift pace over the next several minutes. Each had begun to breathe and sweat heavily, Flora glancing over every once in awhile, determined to outlast her rival. But Barbara was just as determined, so as the minutes crept by, the two women grew exhausted, though neither was willing to give in.

Just then Barbara’s husband walked in to the gym. He had come to pick her up and take her home, but noticing Flora on the treadmill next to his wife, it quickly became apparent to him that his wife was competing against her old nemesis. So he took a seat near the entrance and watched the two of them ran, silently rooting for his wife to defeat Flora. He continued to watch them, the determination in his wife’s eyes and the sight of her body working hard, arousing him. The two seemed about ready to collapse as he looked on in amazement.

As she tired, Flora continued to peek nervously over at Barbara, trying to see if she was ready to quit. But Barbara kept her head high and though her work-out clothes were drenched, she kept running. Flora knew that she couldn’t continue much longer as her breathing grew even heavier and drops of sweat poured off of her face and onto the treadmill’s deck. Finally, with her legs unable to run any more, Flora pressed the button to slow her machine down before finally she stopped. Barbara kept running for a few more seconds, but then finally slowed her machine as well. As it gradually wound down and stopped, Barbara noticed Flora hunched over, her hands on her knees as she sucked in oxygen. Barbara then secretly thrust her arms overhead in a discreet celebration.

Realizing that she was defeated, Flora grabbed a towel and wiped her face as Barbara’s husband walked quickly over to his wife. Barbara ran toward him gleefully, proud of her accomplishment, and without hesitation, jumped into his open arms. Lifting her off of the ground and spinning her through the air, the two celebrated as Flora stood a few feet away and watched dejectedly as the couple embraced and kissed. The sweat from Barbara’s body soaked her husband’s shirt, but he didn’t seem to mind at all. After a long clinch they finally separated, Barbara looking at her husband’s wet shirt and apologizing to him.

“Don’t apologize sweetheart, you’re sexy when you’re sweaty!” he laughed back at her.

Hearing the exchange, Flora suddenly thought back to the night before when her own husband was enjoying her sweaty rawness, her passion, her anger, her volatility. But unlike Barbara who willingly let her husband embrace her, Flora had instead pushed her own husband away. So despite being angry with herself at giving Barbara the satisfaction at beating her at something, Flora’s thoughts turned toward a different subject. She began to devise a way to give her husband that pleasure she had denied him. Her thoughts were interrupted momentarily however as Barbara yelled out a sarcastic, “Good luck in your match Flora!” before she disappeared into the locker room.

Arriving home, flora took a shower, ate a salad and went to bed. As warned, her husband did not come home until late, and once again, slept on the sofa. So the next day, Flora made sure to wake early enough to catch him before he left for work.

“What time will you be home tonight?” she asked meekly.

“I don’t know. I may have to work late.” he replied brusquely.

“Well if you can, try to come home early, okay?” she asked.

He didn’t offer any promises, but she asked that he at least call her once he was on his way. He agreed and left without giving her a kiss goodbye. Though dejected, Flora was determined to make this a night to remember, for both of them. She went off to work, arriving back home early that evening. After stripping off her clothes she immediately attended to her personal hygiene, shaving the body parts which needed it, brushing her teeth and then taking a shower. Once out of the shower she changed into a sports bra a skimpy black bikini, and waited.

The hours passed as Flora sat waiting for the phone to ring. But unbeknownst to her, her husband had made a stop on the way home, a stop at the topless bar. Brit was once again dancing and after she finished her set, he paid $100 to spend an hour with her in a private room. The two talked a little bit more, Brit taking a seat on his lap as they got to know each other better. But despite the intimate conversation, Flora’s husband never admitted to being married, once again removing his wedding band prior to entering the club. As their time began to wind down however, Brit peeled off her bikini top and gave him a seductive lap dance, Flora’s husband’s hands exploring her body before the bouncer knocked on the door and told him that his time was up.

“Well love, that was lovely. But next time let’s meet somewhere else so we can spend some time together. I won’t be dancing ‘ere at the club until after me wrestling match; I need me beauty rest you know; so come watch me wrestle, okay?”, Brit asked seductively. “That’s when you’ll really get to see m’body in action anyway!”

Obviously smitten, he nodded in agreement. “Oh you don’t need any more beauty rest!” he replied, “And I had some other ideas of how to see your body in action, but I’d love to come watch you wrestle too.”

“You cheeky monkey!” she teased playfully.

But his curiosity about her wrestling was piqued, so he probed her further about it.

“I know some of the women that wrestle at that arena. Who is our opponent?” he asked.

“Some dodgy hag, don’t remember ‘er name to be honest.” Brit replied.

The bouncers began to enter the room, so there was no time to talk any further. He got up, left the club and got into his car, pondering the possibility. Flora hadn’t mentioned any upcoming matches so it was unlikely that the Brit would be wrestling against her, but the possibility intrigued him greatly. But then he remembered that he promised to call Flora when he was on his way home and so he picked up his cell phone and called home, telling her that he would be home in a half hour.

Flora was excited to hear that he was on his way, despite the late hour, and after hanging up the phone, immediately jumped on the stair climber in her exercise room and began to put her body to work. Still dressed in nothing but her bikini, Flora pushed her body hard, trying to work up a good sweat by the time he walked through the door. But although he said he would be home in a half hour, it was closer to an hour before he arrived and Flora ran out of gas on the stair climber long before that. Nonetheless as he walked into the apartment, Flora strolled over to him in her bikini, still sweating. She immediately tried to give him a hug, but this time he was the one to push her away.

“What are you doing? You’re gonna ruin my shirt!” he exclaimed.

Stunned at being rejected, Flora stood there sheepishly.

“But I thought …..” she began, not sure what to say next.

“That moment has already passed Flora.” he replied before walking into the kitchen.

She remained standing near the front door, not sure what to do next. He grabbed a plate and began to heat up his dinner before Flora walked into the kitchen and sat down next to him. The two glanced at each other, Flora bowing her head sheepishly.

“Listen Flora, I appreciate the gesture, but you know…… the other night it was impulsive, it was spontaneous. But you killed that and now I’m just not in the mood.” he said to her.

Deflated, Flora nonetheless made her case.

“We haven’t made love in over a month, and now I’m sitting here in a bikini and you don’t want me?!?!?” she asked mournfully.

He lifted a forkful of food into his mouth, finished chewing, and then responded.

“You know what I want? I want you to be the woman I fell in love with. A couple of years ago you would have been an animal if I looked at you like I did the other night. You would have jumped on me and we would have had great sex right there. But I don’t know what happened to you!” he retorted.

“I’m sorry, I just wasn’t prepared for you to react that way. You haven’t looked at me that way in awhile you know.” she replied.

He swallowed a few more forkfuls of his dinner before finally Flora stood up, grabbed him by the hand and pulled him out of his chair.

“Come on, let’s go inside.” she purred, trying to revive the moment.

Flora’s husband went along with her, but he was not enthusiastic. In fact, as his wife took off her bikini and laid on the bed, all he could think about was Brit. They had sex but the entire time he was picturing the blonde, not his wife. They concluded, Flora satisfied that they had been together, but well aware that his heart wasn't in it. But rather than dwell on it, she decided to make it her mission to win back his passion. And the best way she knew how to do that was to let him see her wrestle again.

He had already rolled over to go to sleep, but she began to tell him about the latest developments in her wrestling career. He rolled back over, interested to hear the news and anxious to see if in fact she would be facing Brit in an upcoming match. Flora was delighted at his interest and exuberantly began to tell him all of the details of what had happened over the past couple of weeks. She explained about the incident with Shamiqua and how that led to her upcoming match, a match she needed to win in order to wrestle for the title. After listening to the whole story, he began probing her for more details.

“So who’s your opponent in this upcoming match?” he asked.

“Some new girl, I don't know. But once I beat her, I’m going to wrestle for the championship! Isn’t that great!?!?!” she shouted.

He agreed and as she lunged forward to give him a hug, he smiled, still not sure of Flora would be facing Brit.

“So what’s this new girl’s name?” he asked, prying further.

“Who cares! It doesn’t matter anyway because once I get through with her, her name’s gonna be dirt!” Flora replied passionately.

They talked for a few minutes, Flora’s enthusiasm, passion and killer instinct shining through with each word she spoke. “This is the woman I fell in love with!” her thought to himself, “The one who is a volatile, angry, animal !” Though he had just made love to her while thinking about another woman, he was aroused to see the old Flora return so her pinned her to the bed and made love to her a second time. When they finally finished, he rolled over and went to sleep, Flora content that she had rekindled his passion for her. He fell asleep quickly, but Flora was wide awake, smiling at the realization that she regained her husband’s lust for her as she prepared for her upcoming match.

The next couple of weeks passed quickly as Flora worked incredibly hard to get in shape for the match. She hadn’t made love to her husband during that time, but that was okay. He was coming home every night and paying attention to her even though she was spending much of her time at the gym. But on the night before the match, a Friday night, she arrived home early and decided to give him a surprise.

She slipped into a black thong, pulled on a pair of fishnet stockings with garter belts and hit the treadmill in their apartment. As she began to jog, her small chest bounced up and down freely, with no top to hold it in place. She had set the timer on the treadmill to 45 minutes, the same amount of time she had been unable to complete just a couple of weeks ago, and began to jog. About 40 minutes later her husband came home, walking into the bedroom to find his topless, sweaty wife dressed in nothing but a thong and fishnet stockings, jogging on the treadmill. He stood there in stunned silence with a silly grin on his face as he watched her.

“I’ve …. just ….. got …. 5…. more …. mintues … to…. go.” she said to him as he stood and watched, pleasantly surprised at the sight.

Flora’s face was a study in concentration as she labored to get through the entire time. Finally, the timer let out a loud BEEP, signaling the end of the program, and Flora’s jog slowed to a trot, and then a brisk walk. A few seconds later she stopped, stepping off of the treadmill as her husband walked over, picked her up and cradled her in his arms before carrying her into the bedroom. Though she was perspiring as heavily as that night 2 weeks ago, Flora didn’t protest this time at all, and in fact giggled and laughed as she was placed on the bed.

“Nice outfit!” he whispered to her before stretching his wife’s arms over her head while reaching into a drawer of the nightstand and pulling out a pair of fur covered handcuffs.

“One nice surprise deserves another!” he said as, to Flora’s amazement but obvious delight, he cuffed each of her wrists to opposite posts of their bronze headboard. He had never done anything like this to her before, but the fact that he did left Flora ecstatic that he was interested in her again.

Flora was now the one surprised by prop. With his wet wife’s upper body spread apart on the bed, he attacked her, devouring her body with nibbles and kisses before spreading her legs apart and licking every inch of body. He then made love to her for more than 20 minutes before finally, he rolled off of her to the side of the bed.

Flora was left gasping and growling in delight as tried to catch her breath, left completely and thoroughly satisfied. Though she had pushed her body hard over the past 2 weeks, this last 20 minutes of pushing were definitely the most rewarding! He then uncuffed his wife and the two spent the next hour laying next to her each other before eventually, they both fell asleep.

The next morning Flora was up early and in an entirely different mood than the night before. Tonight was her match and she was already getting herself in a different frame of mind. One her husband awoke, he walked into the kitchen and found his wife sitting at the table with a scowl on her face.

“So, you still don’t know anything about your opponent tonight?” he asked.

“Oh I know something about her, I just don’t know her name.” Flora replied with a hint of contempt in her voice. “She had the match right after that bitch Shamiqua hit me over the head with the chair. She’s some blonde British bimbo. She beat that Indian girl Adina, but that’s nothing to brag about.”

Flora’s words confirmed what her husband had suspected. His wife would in fact be facing Brit in her match tonight, and the realization was very unsettling to him. On the one hand it would be interesting to see how Brit would handle herself against Flora, and how Flora would handle herself against Brit. He remembered how easily Brit had manhandled the drunk guy a couple of weeks ago, but he also knew that his wife was a tiger in the ring, doing anything necessary to win. On the other hand, if Flora ever found out that he had messed around with Brit at the topless club, that could be big trouble for him. He then remembered how he had promised to meet Brit at the arena and go out for a drink with her after the match, and that promise was now haunting him.

“Listen, I’m gonna take my car tonight so I can get there early and get ready for the match, so can you just come in your car and meet me at the arena?” Flora asked.

The proposal worked out well for Flora’s husband and he readily agreed. But now he was torn. Brit was an exciting, beautiful woman whom he would love to have sex with, and she seemed willing to reciprocate right after the match. But he had just had a great night of sex with his wife too, and looked forward to more of the same! And now both of them would be fighting each other. So he was now faced with a dilemma. Was he willing to risk his marriage for the chance to sleep with the beautiful blonde? He debated the question all day, and as his Flora left for the arena, kissing her husband for luck before she left, little did she know what was going on in his head.

Brit arrived at the arena early, slipping into her Union Jack bikini and matching boots before she began to do some stretching exercises in the locker room. As she did, Flora arrived and scowled as she walked past her.

“”ello love!” Brit greeted her opponent cheerfully as she rushed by.

Flora grumbled something unrecognizable in response, but though indiscernible, it was obvious that the reply wasn’t a pleasant one. Brit seemed unfazed however, and after Flora had donned her own black bikini and black wrestling boots, Brit walked over to her.

“Hi, I’m Brit. I guess we’ll be facing each other tonight so I just wanted to wish you luck.”

Not even lifting her head to acknowledge the chipper Brit, Flora scowled a response.

“I don’t need any luck ..... but you will!” Flora barked before sitting upright. “This match is just the last step for me before my match for the championship, the championship that should be mine already. So if you’re smart you’ll give up quickly before I hurt you.”

Taken aback by the brunette’s surliness, Brit nonetheless kept her cheery demeanor.

“Okay love, if that’s the way you want it. But remember, before you get your championship match, you’ve first got to beat me!”

Brit then turned and pranced away unfazed as Flora scowled at her once more. The two remained on opposite sides of the dressing room before finally, Brit was called to the arena. As she stood behind the door leading into it, she hopped spryly, shaking her arms and legs and rolling her neck. She then heard the announcer’s voice blaring over the speaker system to announce her entry.

“Welcome to a special night of women’s wrestling. Tonight we feature 2 matches in our Women’s Division, with the winner of each match moving on to face each other for the newly created Women’s Division Championship on our next show. So let’s get started by introducing the principles for our first match. Making her second appearance after earning a victory in her first match, she comes to us from merry old England standing 5’ 7” tall and weighing a shapely 126 pounds, please give a warm welcome to ….. BRIT !”

The sexy blonde burst through the doors and pranced down the aisle, greeting the fans by blowing kisses out to them as they cheered loudly at the sight of her. Brit pranced down to ringside where she spotted Flora’s husband sitting at ringside. She rushed over to him and knelt down, quickly spotting the band of gold on his ring finger.

“’ello love, good to see you again. I see you’ve got some new jewelry!” she whispered to him.

He blushed as she leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. But before she got up and made her way to the ring, Flora’s husband grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back.

“Listen Brit, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. But the woman you’re wrestling against tonight is my wife.”

The blonde paused for a moment, but then chuckled.

“Well then, that should make this an interesting night for you!” she gushed cheerfully, seeminlgy unbothered by the revelation as she frolicked up into the ring.

Not only was Brit unperturbed, in fact, she seemed amused by the new information. But as she sashayed around the ring, accepting her loud ovation, the announcer then introduced her challenger.

“And her opponent tonight, fighting for the title she claims should be hers already …. standing 5’ 5” tall and weighing 115 pounds, give it up for ….. FLORA !”

Flora pushed the doors open and strut down the aisle, a smirk on her face as a smattering of boos was clearly audible amongst the cheers. Her dirty tactics and “win at all costs” attitude in her previous matches had definitely won her some fans, but some detractors as well. She nevertheless strode confidently to ringside before her husband stood as she walked over to him and gave him a wet kiss. There were a few catcalls as the fans realized that both women had greeted the same guy, unbeknownst to Flora. Brit stood and watched the couple embrace, and as Flora climbed into the ring, couldn’t help but comment.

“Is that your husband love? Oh my, he’s lovely!” she teased as Flora began to walk toward her corner.

But upon hearing the comment, she turned and walked over to Brit, the two now standing toe to toe.

“Yes, that’s my husband. And you keep your eyes off of him.” Flora barked.

“Oh it’s not my eyes you need worry about love.” Brit replied mischievously.

Flora lunged at Brit, but the sly blonde backed away as the ref stepped in to separate them.

“Okay Flora, back to your corner.” Physically the two women were somewhat similar, each possessing svelte figures though Brit was a couple of inches taller and about 10 pounds heavier, with those extra pounds all in the right places. But Flora’s black hair, dark brown eyes and milky white skin contrasted sharply to Brit’s blonde hair, bright green eyes and tanned, golden skin tone. But perhaps the biggest contrast was in their personalities. Flora was intense and threatening, using intimidation to gain an advantage over her opponents while Brit was bubbly and outgoing, using her personality to win over both fans and fellow wrestlers. But appearances, personalities and fan preferences quickly became irrelevant as the two women went right at each other.

Making a bee line across the ring, Flora quickly clutched onto Brit, grabbing her by the shoulders. But the blonde thwarted the attack by dipping her shoulder and hip tossing Flora to the mat. The brunette landed on her shoulder before rolling onto her back, quickly using her momentum to get back up onto her feet as Brit waited for her to do so. Rising to her feet, Flora’s face curled into an angry expression as Brit took the opportunity to continue the dialogue.

“On your feet with lightning speed!” she exclaimed.

But Flora then once again charged the pretty blonde as the two locked arms. But this time Flora hooked her leg behind Brit’s before driving her upper body forward against her foe, tripping the British grappler in the process. Falling onto her back, Brit landed hard as Flora fell on top of her, quickly seizing two handfuls of blonde hair from either side of her head and using her grip to repeatedly slam the back of Brit’s head against the canvas.

“Hair Flora, let go of her hair!” the ref warned.

But Flora got in a few more jolts to the blonde’s head before letting go of her hair and then placing her hands down onto Brit’s shoulders. She then pressed one knee against the mat right alongside Brit’s hip while raising her other knee into the air before ramming it down into the lower portion of the blonde’s belly. With Brit groaning from the effect of the blow, Flora stared petulantly down at her.

“The difference between us is that I don’t let you up once I knock you down!” Flora exclaimed to her ailing foe.

She then thrust her knee back into the air once more before firing another powerful blow to the blonde’s belly. As Brit howled in pain, Flora quickly pushed herself up and got to her feet, seizing hold of Brit’s right ankle before pulling her leg up into the air. She then stepped across it, coiling it around her own leg before pushing down to twist the blonde’s shapely limb around her own. Flat on her back, Brit slapped at the mat in pain, her leg throbbing with pain as Flora increased the pressure.

“It’s only gonna get worse .... LOVE!”, Flora warne, mocking her opponent in the preocess d as she leaned in to do more damage to Brit’s leg.

The blonde continued to slap at the mat, but then reached for the ropes, grabbing hold of the bottom one and prompting the ref to order Flora to break the hold.

“She’s got the rope, break the hold Flora!”

But instead of releasing Brit’s leg, Flora simply took a step back before stomping her boot down into the back of Brit’s stretched thigh, pounding it with a brutal kick before dropping the leg and turning to storm away.

Smirking confidently as many in the crowd booed her, Flora thrust one arm in the air before turning and storming back to her still grounded foe. Reaching down, Flora grabbed a tight fistful of Brit’s hair, yanking her up onto her knees. But as Brit rose, she bent her arm in toward her chest before firing her elbow backward and driving it into Flora’s gut.

The shot was enough to force Flora to release her grip on Brit’s hair, but she recovered quickly and rushed back in as the blonde was still getting onto her feet. She wrapped her arm around Brit’s bowed head, trapping her in a side headlock, which she quickly turned into a chokehold. With Brit flapping her arms at her sides as if a child imitating an airplane, the ref rushed in and warned Flora to break the choke. She yelled back at him before sliding her grip forward, but then a few seconds later, resumed the choke.

The exchange went on for another minute or so, Flora repeatedly sliding the chokehold on until the ref warned her to break it numerous times. Finally Flora began to charge forward, racing toward the corner while pulling the bowed Brit alongside her. Reaching the corner she then shoved the blonde’s head between the top and middle turnbuckle, ramming it against the steel pole.

The crowd began to boo more loudly as Brit stumbled backward, falling down onto her butt as her pretty green eyes looked dazed. The blow to the head had left her dazed, and Flora was about to capitalize on that. Turning to face her, Flora marched up behind the fallen blonde and reached forward, grabbing each of her wrists while planting the sole of her boot between Brit’s shoulder blades.

The blonde’s back arched painfully as her arms were ripped behind her, her large chest projecting forward from the awkward position her body was being contorted into. Flora was perfectly positioned however, set safely behind the blonde while working over her arms, back and shoulders, all with the same hold. Brit’s pretty face cringed in pain as she mumbled wearily. Her arms felt as if they were about to be ripped form their sockets, and Flora showed no signs of letting up.

“Look straight ahead blondie. I want my husband to see the pain in your eyes as I rip your body apart!” Flora growled to her agonized victim.

Flora’s husband was seated in the front row, facing directly toward the action. Brit looked out and saw him sitting there, though it was hard for her to tell if he was enjoying the outcome. He watched intently, though his expression was emotionless as Brit was stretched apart above him. He was in fact torn, feeling sympathetic for the woman he lusted for while at the same time enjoying the sight of his wife’s aggressiveness.

Back in the ring, Flora finally released Brit’s arms, but then kicked her in the back, knocking her flat on her face. The blonde fell hard and let out a pained grunt as Flora smiled sadistically, planting the sole of her boot down onto Brit’s back. She then flexed her arms in a victory pose, her small bicep muscles barely visible as she glanced down at her husband who looked up and smiled timidly back at her.

Ending her celebration quickly, Flora then resumed the attack by reaching down and grabbing Brit by the hair on the top of her head. She yanked her up onto her knees, pausing as she leaned forward to rip Brit the rest of the way up. But the blonde quickly lunged upward with both arms, wrapping them around the back of the brunette’s head while pulling forward to flip Flora over her and send her crashing down onto her back.

As Brit got to her feet, Flora rolled over quickly and got up onto all fours. But before Flora could rise any further, Brit had rushed up to her and swiftly clamped her legs around the brunette’s head, staring down at her back. Flora instantly grabbed hold of Brit’s legs with both arms, her ears clamped between the blonde’s knees as she tried to shove Brit backward. But the blonde hastily dropped, driving Flora’s face into the canvas in the process.

Her body trembled upon the landing, the blow to her face staggering Flora for a moment as she lay on her stomach. Brit crawled on her knees until she was able to place both of her knees onto Flora’s back, pinning her to the mat. She then reached forward and hooked one of her arms around Flora’s head before reaching down with her other arm and hooking it around the brunette’s thigh. Holding tightly, Brit then rolled over onto her back, hoisting Flora’s body up onto her knees as she stretched her apart in the painful bow and arrow hold. Flora gurgled loudly as her upended body began to ache. With Brit’s knees digging into her back, her head being pulled back over one side of them while her leg was pulled back over the other, the brunette’s arched body was being bent in half.

The crowd was loving it, cheering for Brit as she mounted her comeback by mounting Flora across her knees. With Flora’s bare midsection completely stretched apart in midair, the skin on her back creased from the awkward position she was being held in. The ref knelt down next to Flora, whose arms had fallen out to her sides, leaving her body completely spread open. He checked to see if she was going to submit, but the brunette was determined to hang on.

“You know …. You’ve got a bit of an anger problem love. You really do need to work on that!” Brit whispered to her stretched opponent teasingly.

With her limited amount of wrestling experience, Flora had no idea what hold was being used against her, nor any idea how to get out of it. The one thing she did know was that it hurt like hell! Grunting angrily, she tried to flail her arms, but that did little more than amuse her attacker.

“Sorry love, but that won’t do you much good. You’re best bet is just to give up!”

But despite the excruciating pain, Flora refused to surrender, even as Brit pushed up with her knees, further extending the brunette’s aching back. The cheers grew deafening as the crowd anticipated a submission. Brit seemed willing to wait for it as well, keeping her rival ensnared in the hold for awhile longer. The ref finally asked Flora if she gave up, but the hot blooded brunette refused, blubbering a barely audible “NO!”.

Recognizing that a submission was not forthcoming, Brit unclasped her arms from Flora’s head and leg while propelling her knees upward to launch Flora off of them. Flora fluttered through the air before crashing to the mat, arching her back to try and alleviate the pain. Brit meanwhile got to her feet and strolled casually over to her fallen foe. Reaching down she snatched a handful of Flora’s short, black hair and plucked her onto her feet, securing her grip on the back of Flora’s head before dashing toward the corner.

As they approached, the blonde pulled back on the brunette’s head before firing it forward and ramming it into the padded turnbuckle. Flora’s body fidgeted in all directions from the impact, but Brit never released the grip on her hair, instead spinning her around and darting off toward the opposite corner. Forced to trudge alongside her swift assailant, Flora’s face was once again was mashed against the turnbuckle as they reached the corner. But as if to convince the brunette that it was going to be a difficult night, she turned and raced back to the other corner, dragging the now floundering Flora with her. Another collision with the padded corner left Flora wavering, her legs wobbly as she was pushed around once more and forced to charge across the ring for a fourth time. Trying to get her hands out to blunt the impact, Flora’s attempt proved unsuccessful as Brit drew her head back upon approach, whacking it against a turnbuckle for the fourth straight time.

With the crowd rooting Brit on, Flora dropped to one knee, her right arm faltering over the middle rope as her head dipped in front of her. There was a loud buzzing in hr ears from the blows she had taken to her head, and her legs were weak and unstable. But Brit wasn’t going to let up, grabbing Flora by the hair yet again, hoisting her head upright and then ramming her face onto the middle turnbuckle.

Falling to her side, Flora landed on her hip, her arm still draped over the middle rope as her head bobbed ineptly. She was in a stupor, but still tried to use the rope to push herself up onto her knees, Brit pausing to watch her struggle to regain control of her body. But as Flora got up onto her knees, Brit grabbed her by the hair and twisted her head so that she was staring out into the crowd, her husband seated below her.

“Now this time YOU look straight ahead hag. I want your husband to see the emptiness in your eyes!” Brit growled at her dazed victim with a satirical tone in her voice.

But Flora was unable to focus her vision as her head pounded from the attack she had just endured. Her husband could clearly see his wife however, and watched in disbelief. As he gazed up into her eyes he saw their usual fierce intensity replaced with an alarming vacuousness, evidence of the brain-scrambled state she was now in. He then glanced at Brit, how smiled back at him, winking suggestively before ripping Flora onto her feet by the hair.

Flora rose and then collapsed face first against the corner as her arms hung over the top rope. Brit then stepped to the side, grabbing hold of the ropes with both hands before using them to nimbly propel her legs up into the air. She wrapped her long limbs around Flora’s head, the pale white skin of Flora’s face protruding between the tanned, bronze color of Brit’s thighs. Clamping them together, Brit then fell backward, using the scissors hold to pull Flora down with her as the two dropped to the mat.

Toppling onto her back, Flora’s head was now wedged tightly between Brit’s thighs as the blonde squeezed with all of her strength. Flora flailed her arms and thrashed her legs as her back arched from the position she was in. The crowd erupted, many leaping to their feet as the struggle continued.

“Listen to those cheers. They just love my scissors hold! Don’t you too love?” Brit taunted Flora.

Trapped once again, Flora tried to whip her body as much as she could to try and dislodge her head from Brit’s thighs, but the blonde’s grip was too tight. After a half minute or so of Flora’s flailing and Brit’s squashing, the blonde reached down, grabbing Flora by the hair before she slightly loosened her grip. She then gave a quick tug on Flora’s head, dragging it up her legs until it was now crammed just a few inches away from her groin.

“It’s lovely to have something warm between my legs.” she pronounced, “Too bad it’s only you, and not your hubby!”

Flora was not amused by the taunts, and though in dire straits, was angered by the implication. But Brit’s grip was so tight that she could do nothing more than try and grab hold of her. The blonde was practiced enough to avoid those clutches however, leaving Flora to continue to flutter about.

The two struggled for over a minute more, Brit easing her grip just enough to again adjust Flora’s head. This time she yanked it so that Flora’s face turned and was now trapped about an inch away from Brit’s crotch.

“Aren’t you the lucky one! Oodles of men would pay good money to be where you are now!” Brit teased, giggling to herself.

But just a moment later she began to howl in pain. Flora was biting the succulent skin on her upper, inner thigh, gnarling angrily at the sensitive area. To make matters worse, the brunette had snuck her hand behind Brit, sliding it beneath her bikini bottom and digging her claws into the round, mound of skin on Brit’s butt. Gnawing away with her teeth, the desperate Flora also scratched away at Brit’s right butt cheek, causing the blonde to scream for help from the ref.

He rushed over and looked down, but with Flora’s head wedged between Brit’s legs, he could not see her biting. And with Brit still sitting, he could not see her hand mauling the blonde’s ass. But it was obvious that something was wrong so he screamed for Flora to break, but as expected, she refused. He finally went down on one knee and began to count out loud, reaching 4 before finally Flora relented.

Rolling onto her side, Brit clamped her legs together and tucked her knees into her chest to protect herself. She then began to massage the afflicted areas, whimpering from the pain she was in. Flora meanwhile rolled away and gradually got up onto all fours, herself still hurting. The break in the action allowed the fans to voice their displeasure at Flora’s dirty tactics, and they were letting her have it as they remained on their feet, booing and whistling.

As Flora slowly began to get to her feet, the ref walked over to Brit to try and find out what had happened. She sat up, spreading her legs apart to show a deep set of bright red teeth marks on her inner thigh. She then pushed herself onto her feet and lifted the back of her bikini bottom to show the gouges on her butt from the violent scratching she had endured. Flora meanwhile had gotten to her feet, so the ref walked over to confront her.

“I saw what you did Flora, and I’m warning you. The next time you break the rules, I’m disqualifying you!” he exclaimed.

She started to argue with him, but then pushed him aside as she and Brit stood a few feet apart. They glared at each other, Brit’s pleasant smile and playful demeanor gone, replaced with an angry scowl and a stern look in her eye.

“Okay you hag, let’s go!” Brit said threateningly.

Accepting the challenge, Flora rushed her, charging forward and burying her shoulder into Brit’s gut.

“OOFFFF!” yelled the blonde as Flora backed her into the corner before wedging her forearm up beneath Brit’s chin.

The pretty blonde’s head dipped backward and her face grew red as Flora lifted her knee, striking it against the bruised skin in Brit’s thigh.

“EEEEE!” screamed the blonde as the blow sent a sharp pain to her already wounded shank.

Grabbing her by the hair, Flora then dragged the blonde over to the side ropes and forced her down against the top one, using it to choke her. The ref instantly began to count however, and by the time he reached four, Flora pulled Brit off of the rope. But a few seconds later she again pushed Brit down onto it, choking her a second time. The blonde bent over the ropes, a slight hint of the bruises on her butt peeking out from beneath her bikini bottom.

“Last warning Flora! ..... 1…..2….3…..4…..”

But Flora released her grip on Brit’s hair and took a step back before the ref could conclude his count. Straightening up and turning around, Brit was met with a running clothesline from flora, which knocked her over the top rope, sending her tumbling out of the ting and down onto the ring apron. Flora had regained the upper hand, and as the blonde lifted her head, and reached for the bottom rope, Flora kicked her in the side, knocking her out of the ring altogether. Tumbling to the floor, Brit landed hard as Flora stood ominously in the ring above her.

“No funny comments to make now, eh you little slut!” Flora yelled down at her.

Slowly getting to her feet, Brit paused, holding onto the side of the ring as Flora tried to kick at her, though she missed her mark. With the crowd now chanting her name, Brit took her time to make her way back into the ring, the ref warning her and then beginning to count.

“Let’s go Brit, you’ve 10 seconds to get back in the ring. 1….2….3….4….”

The blonde lifted one leg onto the ring apron, and then the other, rolling onto it while trying to avoid Flora’s clutches. But the brunette wouldn’t let her get back in the ring unmolested and reached down, grabbing her by the ankles and pulling her beneath the bottom rope. Dragging Brit along on her back, Flora hauled her to the middle of the ring before spreading her legs apart and stomping her boot down between Brit’s legs.

“OOWWWWOOHHHH!” screamed the beleagured British gal as the crowd moaned, almost as if feeling her pain.

Not content with just the stomp however, Flora pressed her boot down and ground it into Brit’s womanhood to further inflict punishment. Since technically the maneuver wasn’t illegal, the ref could do nothing than stand as watch until Flora removed her foot, which she did shortly thereafter. Marching to the side of the ring, she glanced down at her husband, giving him a smile.

He looked back up at her, giving her a smile in return and noticing that ferocity back in her eyes. But as she turned back into the ring, he glanced over at Brit, who had rolled onto her side and once again tried to massage her wounds. Flora then marched back over to her, standing below her legs and reaching down to grab hold of her ankle while rolling her onto her back. Brit placed her arms out to either side of her body, pressing them against the mat for leverage before she abruptly kicked her free leg upward, striking Flora on the side of her face.

The kick was powerful and knocked Flora back several steps as she lifted her hands to her face. Once she removed them, it was apparent that a bruise had already started to develop on her cheek. Though a bit shaken, Flora nonetheless stormed over to Brit, who by this time had rolled over and gotten onto all fours. Standing alongside her, Flora let out an angry growl before dropping her elbow down into Brit’s back, smashing her back to the mat.

Gasping from the force of the blow, Brit was flattened by it as Flora now sat next to her. She reached forward and wrapped her arm around the blonde’s throat, locking her in a chokehold as she pulled up on her head, arching Brit’s back in the process.

“Break it Flora!” the ref yelled, but the brunette waited for him to start his warning count first. Once he did, she finally released the asphyxiated blonde, allowing her upper body to drop back down.

The crowd was frustrated, booing Flora at first but then beginning to cheer, encouraging Brit to fight back. Their cheers however only seemed to inspire Flora to inflict more pain as she got to her knees, rolled Brit onto her back and then stood up over her. The brunette then dropped once more, this time stretching her leg her out as she fell and smashing the back of her thigh against Brit’s chest.

The blonde’s legs shot in the air as Flora’s thigh remained pressed down on her chest. The brunette situated herself so that she was now seated alongside Brit’s shoulder, allowing the blonde to muster enough strength to abruptly roll toward her while holding onto Flora’s leg. The move forced Flora to fall down onto her back as Brit quickly got to her knees, holding tightly onto Flora’s leg as she pushed it up into the air. Flora’s upper body was now flattened to the mat as her leg was hoisted erect, forcing her body to bend into a 90 degree angle.

The crowd came alive, realizing that the back of Flora’s shoulders were pinned. Brit pressed forward on Flora’s elevated leg to keep her there, and the ref dove in the check. Seeing that Flora was in fact pinned, he began to slap the mat, reaching the count of two before Flora was able to thrust her leg to the side and lift her right shoulder off of the canvas. The unexpected and surprisingly fast turnaround bothered Flora who realized that she had narrowly escaped a pin. But with Brit still holding onto one of her legs, she tried to kick her with the other though the blonde was able to avoid the impact.

Trying several more times to kick her opponent, Flora’s plan finally backfired as Brit was able to seize hold of the free leg, wrapping her arms around both of them now. Still flat on her back, Flora then tried to squirm and wriggle free, but Brit got to her feet, not letting go of her newly claimed possessions. Securing her grip around Flora’s calves, Brit stood erect, pulling on the brunette’s legs until noting more than the back of her shoulders, head and arms remained against the canvas while the rest of her body was pulled into the air. The blonde stared down at her upended foe and, with an uncharacteristically angry scowl on her face, growled down at her nemesis. “You like to choke, do you?” she yelled.

With that, Brit placed the sole of her boot down onto Flora’s throat and pressed her weight down, choking the toppled brunette. With Flora flailing her arms wildly, the ref barked at Brit to break the choke.

“Just returning the favor for all of her choking!” came the testy reply from the angered blonde.

The ref then began to count out his warning, and upon reaching four, Brit finally pulled her boot off of Flora’s throat. But just a moment later, she put it back and once again obstructed Flora’ breathing. With her legs bound in Brit’s arms, Flora’s only means of protesting was to slap at the mat with her arms, which she did in a very animated fashion. Again the ref warned Brit to break the choke, and again he reached a count of four before Brit complied.

Gasping for air, the milky white skin on Flora’s face was now bright red. Brit was still in control as well and turned, heaving Flora’s legs through the air and sending the brunette crashing to the canvas a few feet away. Rolling onto her side, Flora pushed herself onto all fours, but Brit hobbled next to her and sent a brutal kick up into the brunette’s ribs, knocking her over and onto her back.

The crowd was excited as Flora lay on her back, her legs curled up near her chest to protect her aching ribcage as Brit stood over her. The blonde then quickly knelt down, wrapping one arm around the back of Flora’s knees to keep her legs curled up toward her body while grabbing Flora’s arm and pinning it up near the side of her head. She then knelt across Flora’s right shoulder to trap it there, both of the brunette’s shoulders now pressed to the mat as her legs were trapped as well, coiled in toward her head.

Again the crowd leaped to their feet, sensing that the fight would soon be over. Flora’s body was ensnared, her butt protruding out below her as she was held in the awkwardly provocative position. The ref again dove in and checked her shoulders before slapping the mat twice, Flora able to barely lift her left shoulder off of the mat enough to stop the count. But Brit did not release her, instead, reaching forward to press Flora’s left shoulder down for the pin. As the blonde reached forward however, Flora reacted quickly, lunging with her left arm and wrapping it around Brit’s head.

The blonde’s upper body was now curled over Flora with her head trapped in the bowed position and tucked beneath the brunette’s arm. Flora’s lower body was curled as well, Brit still folding her legs inward. Locked in a desperate struggle, Flora was able to roll her weight to the side, forcing Brit to tumble over her, the two rolling together until they finally separated, each sprawling on the mat. As they each began to get up, the ref stood between them and issues a warning.

“Last warning ladies! Any more chokes or illegal activity, and I’ll disqualify you!” Neither seemed to pay him much attention as Brit got to her feet first, Flora following close behind. The blonde was able to charge Flora just as she got up however, and greeted her with a huge knee to the gut, doubling her over. Brit then grabbed Flora by the wrist and used the hold to toss her toward the corner, Flora’s back smacking against the turnbuckle as her head snapped back from the impact. As the brunette came to rest, backed into the corner, Brit rushed in and slammed another knee into Flora’s gut.

“AAAWWWWWW!” howled Flora as she faltered forward, draping her left arm over her aching midsection.

Brit quickly grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head up, but Flora retaliated, sending a punch into the side of Brit’s left breast. The blonde’s large bosom shuddered from the blow and her pretty face cringed, but she quickly drove her head forward, burying the top of it beneath Flora’s chin. She then unleashed a barrage of uppercuts into Flora’s soft tummy, pummeling it with blow after blow.

“UUHHHH ….. UUHHHH ….. UNNHHH ….. WUUHHHH!”

Flora’s pained grunts and groans were loud and clear, but with her head wedged backward by Brit’s, she could do little more than try and absorb the punishment. Finally Brit pulled back, but then slammed her knee forward, driving it brutally into the pit of Flora’s already battered belly.

“AAWWWWW!” howled Flora as she drooped from the corner, one arm hooking over the top rope as the other tried to cover her gut.

Brit meanwhile adjusted her top, her left breast still aching from the punch Flora had thrown as she moved closer and growled at her victim.

“You seem to like my naughty bits don’t you, you little hag! First you attack my crotch, then my ass, and now my chest!” Brit snarled at the beleaguered brunette who was wilting from the rope. “I don’t appreciate that!”

Brit then moved in and rammed her knee straight upward, driving it directly between Flora’s legs. The ensuing howl was haunting as Flora dropped to one knee, her face contorted in pain. Trying to keep her arm over the rope, her body was limp as she knelt in the corner. Brit quickly snatched two handfuls of her hair however and ripped her upright, pushing her back against the ropes. She then placed her right foot on the bottom rope on one side of Flora, and then the left, stepping up to elevate herself above her drooping rival.

With the crowd on their feet, Brit then shoved her ample bosom onto Flora’s face, burying it in her cleavage. While being pressed against the corner, her face being smothered by Brit’s bust, Flora could do little more than suffer the humiliation, her body wracked with pain. But then Brit began playfully jostling her chest back and forth to the delight of her fans who laughed and cheered, the sweaty mounds of flesh suffocating the brunette.

Looking up from his ringside seat, Flora’s husband was stunned. There was no way his wife would have ever let anyone humiliate her like this, unless of course she was too weakened to fight back. And though it was probably true that his wife had been pounded into acquiescence, the sight of Brit smothering his wife with her chest was nonetheless oddly arousing to him. But suddenly Brit began to scream as Flora’s head bristled upward. She had sunk her teeth into Brit’s bosom, and was biting away!

Forced to step down from her perch, Brit backpedaled as Flora fired a weakened forearm at her breastplate. The blow knocked Brit back another step as the crowd erupted in anger, jeering the unscrupulous Flora. Struggling to continue, Flora then pushed herself from the corner, but as she did, Brit greeted her with a stiff, straight stomp of her boot, the blow landing directly into the soft region beneath Flora’s navel and sinking deeply into her gut.

“BAAWWWHHHH!” howled the brunette as she sank back against the corner.

Brit was now furious, and quickly sent another stomp into Flora’s trampled tummy.

“BAAWWWHHHH!” wailed Flora again as Brit clutched a handful of her hair, pulling her forward before spinning her around.

The adrenalin-infused blonde then smashed Flora’s face down into the turnbuckle four straight times, jarring the brunette’s head mercilessly. Collapsing forward, Flora’s arms fell over the top ropes as Brit marched over to the side of the ring, stood up on the middle rope and thrust her arms overhead, inciting a roar from the crowd. She then stepped between the ropes and out onto the ring apron before jumping out of the ring. Whisking past Flora’s husband, she turned to him and yelled, “Watch this love!”.

Flora’s husband watched intently, not sure what Brit had in store for his wife, though he knew it wasn’t going to be good. With his eyes fixed on Brit, he watched her march over to the corner where his still bewildered wife stood slumped over. He couldn’t help but notice how the formerly sweet and outgoing blonde now seemed like a completely different person. She seemed possessed, as if something inside of her had snapped. The ref meanwhile yelled down at her, ordering her back into the ring.

“You’ve got 10 seconds to get back in the ring Brit, or else I’m disqualifying you!” he barked. “!0 … 9… 8…”

Approaching the corner, Brit ignored the warning as she reached back into the ring and grabbed hold of both of Flora’s ankles. Clutching them tightly, she then gave a quick and forceful tug, pulling on Flora’s legs and causing the befuddled brunette to fall backward. With Flora now flat on her back inside the ring, Brit adjusted her grip, still clutching Flora’s ankles in her hands and spreading her legs apart in the process. Flora made a half-hearted attempt to shake her legs free, but Brit was holding on too tightly for the attempt to be effective. The blonde then lifted her right leg, planting the bottom of her boot on the side of the ring for leverage before forcefully pulling forward.

Flora’s body slid forward rapidly and with her legs straddling the corner ring post, Brit heaved on them until, with a sickening THUD, Flora’s crotch slammed against the steel shaft. The collective gasp of the large crowd drowned out the agonized shriek of the victimized brunette, but as the noise quieted to a hint of Flora’s whimpering and a dull murmur from the crowd, the ref’s count continued.

“4… 3…2…”

But Brit wasn’t done, this time pushing on Flora’s feet to force her to prone body away from the corner. She adjusted her grip again just as the ref concluded the count.

“… 1 … That’s it!”

He signaled for the bell, which began to clang loudly, but that didn’t stop Brit from once again tugging on Flora’s legs, dragging her body briskly toward the pole. A split second later, Flora’s womanhood was once again pounded against the ring post, another atrocious CLUNK reverberating at ringside. The crowd gasped a second time as Brit finally dropped Flora’s ankles, her legs falling limply over the side of the ring as her groin remained pressed up against the pillar.

There were few cheers from the previously boisterous crowd as Flora lay there motionless though moaning in pain. Not sure what to do, the ref watched as Brit stepped back, breathing heavily as she looked up at her debilitated foe, realizing now that she had lost the match. The announcer then climbed up into the ring and declared the outcome.

“The winner of the match …. by disqualification …. FLORA !”.

There was a smattering of cheers but for the most part, the crowd seemed unsure of how to react. Flora was gently pulled back into the ring and attended to by the medical staff, winning her coveted shot at the championship, but not quite in the way she had planned. Brit meanwhile began to walk back toward the aisle. Along the way she stopped in front of Flora’s husband, the crazed look still in her eyes.

“Sorry about this love, but she asked for it. I don’t think your wife will be able to satisfy you anytime soon though, so my offer still stands. I’ll be dancing at the club on Tuesdays and Thrusdays, so if you’re interested, stop by and see me.”

He stared into her eyes, noticing the fiery intensity that his wife’s had; the same intensity that attracted him to Flora in the first place. And though his wife was still on her back in the ring, he nodded his head to her, not sure if he would actually take her up on the offer, but wanting very much to do so.

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