The 2006 Veteran's Division Bikini Wrestler of the Year Contest
Part I

The dressing room of the FFF Arena was abuzz as the wrestlers who would compete for the 2006 Women’s and Veteran’s Division Bikini Wrestlers of the Year title began to filter in. All of them had been instructed to arrive at the same time, although the Veterans and Women’s Divisions contests would be held separately. So as each of the 10 women arrived, it was impossible for each of them NOT to notice the large ring which had been set up out in the parking lot, directly in the sun, surrounded by hundreds of empty chairs. While they had all expected the contest and ensuing matches to be held inside of the arena, as it had been the previous year, it was obvious that the 2006 event would be held outdoors, in the heat of a summer day and without the benefit of air conditioning.

As each entered the dressing room, they all had their own unique reactions to the revelation. The first to arrive was Ms. Liberty, and she looked uncharacteristically nervous. Having competed as a professional wrestler for over 20 years, she was rarely nervous before a match, but on this day in particular, she seemed overly anxious. As she entered the locker room, wearing a pair of black slacks and a short sleeve white blouse, she immediately began to question the attendants in the locker room. She was told that the contest and matches would in fact be held outdoors, and that this year, the veterans would be competing first, heightening her anxiety.

Looking at her watch she noticed that the time was almost 12:00 noon, over an hour before the time all of the women were told to report. But Ms. Liberty wanted to ensure that she left herself enough time to prepare, especially in light of the outfit she had chosen for the contest. Proud of becoming the new Women’s Division champ with a hard fought victory over Big, Bad Bertha in her last match, she was saddened at the crowd’s reaction to her recently. She had been booed regularly in her last few matches, but was determined to change the fan’s opinion of her, starting today. So after much internal debate, she decided to try and give the fans what they wanted by working hard to get her body into the best shape possible, and then choosing an uncharacteristically sexy outfit.

As Ms. Liberty took a place in the farthest corner of the locker room, the next veteran to arrive was Lace. The two women were close friends at one time, but last year’s Bikini Wrestler of the Year Contest caused a rift between them. Ms. Liberty had finished higher in the voting for the bikini contest, and the two had agreed that whomever accomplished that achievement would receive the support of the other in moving onto the final round. But Lace reneged on that agreement, tossing Ms. Liberty from the ring and eliminating her in the process. The two had gradually started to get past that incident, but there was still some tension between them. Spotting Ms. Liberty, Lace walked over to her and said hello. The two exchanged a few uneasy words before Lace sat down and the two stared at each other.

“So listen Madeleine”, Lace began, using Ms. Liberty’s real name, “let’s just agree to wish each other luck, and nothing else.”

“Fine with me.” Ms. Liberty replied, prompting Lace to stand up and walk away.

Taking her seat in the middle of the room, Lace then pulled off her violet colored tank top and then slid her cut off denim shorts down her legs, leaving herself naked. She seemed in no rush to slip on her bikini either, as if to show off her sculpted body to her competition. Standing up, Lace then turned and looked towards the door as a blonde women she had never seen before entered the locker room. The statuesque blonde glanced over at the naked Lace and smirked, obviously unimpressed with the shorter woman’s figure. But instead of walking away, the blonde walked directly over to Lace and commented before introducing herself.

“Nice outfit! Is that what you’re going to wear?” she asked, unclear if she was making the comment in a light hearted fashion.

Lace smirked back at her, not taking the comment in a lighthearted fashion, regardless of how it was intended. Unfazed, the blonde then reached her hand forward.

“Hi, I’m Panthera, the new girl in the Veteran’s Division!”

Lace was taken aback by the revelation, unaware that there WAS a new girl in the Veteran’s Division. From her seat across the room, Ms. Liberty was listening in as well, and was just as surprised to hear the remark. She remained seated, but watched as Lace shook hands with Panthera.

“So, you’re here to participate in the contest?” Lace asked curiously.

“Yeah, I sure am!” Panthera replied confidently, using the moment to make a dramatic exit, walking to an empty place across the room. As she did so, Lace and Ms. Liberty glanced at each other, each with a perplexed expression on her face. They both then glanced back at Panthera, studying the new opposition.

Wearing a cut off tee shirt which revealed her dimpled, taut abdomen with her chest protruding forward from beneath it and a pair of tight, short shorts which showcased her tight buns, accentuated even further by pair of sandals with 4 inch heels, she strode confidently across the room. Her platinum blonde hair was parted in the middle and cut stylishly just below her shoulders; her pretty face was made up with deep red lipstick and flattering shades on her cheeks and eyes. She then took her seat as all 3 women turned their attention back to their own preparations.

The clock struck 1:00 PM, the designated time of a rival, and as if on key. Elektra strutted into the room with her entourage. Ms. Liberty and Lace again turned and stared, Panthera not even bothering to turn around. Lace then stood up, still naked, and quickly shouted for the members of Elektra’s entourage to get out of the locker room. They each glared at her, but Elektra calmly waved her hand to them, shooing them out of the room. She then turned back and sent an icy stare at Lace, before barking at her.

“Put some clothes on, will you!” Elektra shouted.

The two exchanged an angry glare before each turned away, Elektra glancing around the room for a place to set herself before deciding on a spot in the corner. She passed by Panthera along the way, each of them taking the opportunity to sneak a furtive glance at the other before Elektra stopped and addressed the newcomer.

“And how the hell are you?” she asked pointedly.

“I’m Panthera, the new girl and future Bikini Wrestler of the Year!” she replied confidently.

“Yeah ... Well ... We’ll see about that!” Elektra answered back while walking away.

Another half hour passed and all of the women from both divisions had arrived, all of them except Big, Bad Bertha. Probably the least popular amongst the other women, and clearly the one whom all of the women thought least deserved to participate in a bikini contest; Bertha nonetheless finally arrived, creating a stir. Dressed in a black bikini top, a pair of cut off shorts and flip flops, she ambled into the locker room, her trademark cigarette dangling out of her mouth.

“Okay, you can all go home now. The winner has arrived!” she exclaimed arrogantly, though based on her appearance, her arrogance was ill founded.

Most of the women mumbled some form of sarcastic comment at the proclamation, but unfazed, Bertha shuffled to the far corner, taking a seat right next to Ms. Liberty. She turned to the brunette and blew a cloud of smoke in her direction, Ms. Liberty having just removed her blouse as she sat in just her slacks and a white bra.

“Can you PLEASE put that thing out!” Ms. Liberty shouted angrily at her.

“The only thing that’s going out is yer lights!” Bertha shot back as she took a seat, lifting her leg up onto the chair to get comfortable.

But while Bertha made herself comfortable, Ms. Liberty was anything but. Though she had arrived over an hour and a half ago, she still had not changed into her bikini, which sat on the arm of her chair. Finally however, she took a deep breath and removed her bra before pulling her pants down and then removing her panties. She then reached into her bag and pulled out a roll of double sided tape, applying a strand alongside each of her breasts.

Sitting and watching with an amused smirk on her face, Bertha stared at the spectacle as Ms. Liberty stood up and began to pull her skimpy bikini on. It was a one piece garment with straps attaching the top to the bottom, and as she slid it over her hips, Bertha couldn’t resist the opportunity to taunt her.

“That’s like putting 10 pounds of bologna in a 5 pound bag!” Bertha blurted out before cackling loudly.

But Ms. Liberty ignored her, pulling the top up to cover her large breasts before pressing the garment up against the sides of her breasts to the tape would adhere. She finally stood before the mirror, her face red with embarrassment as she checked herself over. She had dieted strictly in order to drop a few pounds and worked hard to firm up her body, but was still self-conscious about wearing the sparse swimsuit. Bertha noticed her insecurity, and tried to use it to her advantage, once again taunting her nemesis.

"If you think that little thing is gonna hold in ALL of that ...." Bertha began, pointing her finger all around Ms. Liberty’s body, "....then you’re crazy!"

“Oh and you should talk!” Ms. Liberty replied defiantly. “You’ve got stuff hanging out of EVERYWHERE!”

Bertha inhaled a long drag of her cigarette, blowing the remains back at her opponent.

“Guys want to see MY stuff! Nobobdy’s gonna wanna see THAT!”

Ms. Liberty gave up the argument as she adjusted her suit to cover all that she wanted to cover. Bertha meanwhile slipped into her usual black, vinyl outfit and stood next to her, once again taunting her foe.

“Now THIS is what a bikini should look like!” she proclaimed, prompting a loud laugh from where Panthera was sitting.

The blonde stood up and walked over, already changed into her own one outfit. She wore a leopard print one piece suit, but it had a large cut out in the middle of her body, showcasing her taut abs and abundant bosom.

“You’re disgusting! Don’t you have any pride in yourself!” Panthera scolded Bertha as she glanced at the love handles on her sides.

Bertha stood up and confronted her, the two face to face.

“Listen new girl. You just put a target on your back .... and I got the gun!”

“Bring it on!” Panthera replied before walking away, “That is, if you even get the chance to wrestle!”

As the tension in the room began to escalate, Elektra stood up wearing her gold bikini, and turned to face the room, clearing her throat to draw everyone’s attention.

“You can all stop arguing. The reality is that the result will be no different than last year. I will win the bikini contest, and then all of you will fight it out to see who will become my victim. So you’re all just vying for second place anyway!” she exclaimed before turning to face the corner of the room where Bertha and Ms. Liberty were. “Well, SOME of you will be fighting it out for second place….. others will be fighting it out for last place!” she concluded.

The final remark was clearly intended for both Bertha and Ms. Liberty, a fact not lost on either one of them. But noticeably quiet as the women all began to shout at each other, was Lace. She sat there watching, choosing not to engage any of them as she adjusted her sheer, violet colored bikini top, almost enjoying the entertainment. But as the bickering grew louder, the promoters finally walked in, quieting them down before providing instructions to the women.

“Okay, things are going to work a little bit differently this year. First of all, we’ve got new entrant to the Veteran’s Division. So I’m sure you’ve all given a warm welcome to Panthera.” he began his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“The Veteran’s Division will compete first this year, and as you probably saw, the entire event will take place outside!”

The women began to grumble, with Bertha shouting out first.

“What the hell is wrong with you people anyways? It’s like a thousand degrees out there!”

A few more chimed in before the promoter cut them off.

“It’s like the old saying goes, if you can’t take the heat, get out of the bikini contest! So stop griping. In a few minutes, we’re going to call you out, one at a time, where you’ll walk the catwalk we’ve set up in the parking lot. We’ve got the largest crowd we’ve ever had for an event, so you want to make sure you give them incentive to cast a vote for you. After all of you have been introduced and made your way to the ring, we’ll ask the crowd to cast their votes. Once the votes are tabulated, we’ll announce the results. First we’ll announce the woman with the most votes, and she’ll take her place on a throne at ringside.” he explained, before Elektra chimed in.

“I hope you’ve put my throne in the shade!” she exclaimed, drawing angry stares from the other women. Undeterred, the promoter continued.

“We’ll then announce the second through fourth place finishers. Those 3 women will compete in a Mini Battle Royale where the rules will be simple; the last women left in the ring will move on to wrestle the bikini contest winner for the Veteran’s Bikini Wrestler of the Year Title. And there won’t be a referee today at all, so anything goes!”

The last revelation brought a smile to the lips of some fo the women, while others had a look fo dismayed surprise. But bfore anyone could protest, he continued.

"We’ll then announce the last place finisher, who will have to take the walk of shame, past the other contestants and back to the locker room, where her night will be over.” He continued. “Oh .... and one more thing .... You'll notice some cameramen at ringside. They'll be fliming this entire event asn we plan to release a DVD afterward. So make sure you give us a great show!"

With that he turned and walked away, leaving the women to contemplate what was about to happen. Aside from being held outdoors, there were some new twists they had not expected. The first was that the last place finisher would not even get the chance to wrestle and be forced to take the walk of shame. The second revelation was the fact that there would be no ref, a fact which drew mixed reactions from the women. But perhaps the most exciting new twist was the fact that the event would be filmed and sold as a DVD, somethign the federation had never done before! So as each woman dwelled on those facts, they were then called to the side exit of the arena where they waited to be introduced to the crowd in alphabetical order.

As the women stood in line, some used the opportunity to sneak a last glance at her competition. First in line was Bertha, who seemed little concerned about anyone else as she reached into the waistband of her black bikini and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lighting one up as she waited.

Behind her was Elektra, who glanced over her shoulder toward the back of the line, sneaking a peek at Panthera, who noticed and winked back at her with a sly smile on her face. Elektra smirked before turning back around, adjusting her top and pulling the straps of her string bikini up higher on her curvy hips.

Next was Lace, adorned in her sheer violet colored top and matching bikini bottom. She looked fit and strong, and like Bertha, seemed little worried about the other women as she shook her arms and legs to loosen them up.

Behind her stood Ms. Liberty, looking more nervous than ever in her skimpy bikini as she continuously tried to adjust her top, attempting to stretch it across her breasts for maximum coverage. But despite her best efforts, a generous amount of skin nonetheless protruded out either side of the criss-crossed garment. With the moment of truth only seconds away, she began to question her decision to wear such a meager outfit, troubled about how the crowd would react to the sight of her.

Behind her stood Panthera, who although confident, still tried to glance up at Elektra, the women she assumed would be her stiffest competition. With her toned body on display, especially her backside from beneath the thong of her outfit, she skipped in place, releasing some of her nervous energy.

Outside meanwhile, the crowd was in a party mood. The hundreds of seats set up around the ring were completely filled, and a hundred or so more fans were standing behind the last row. As they enjoyed the hot, sunny day, the announcer climbed into the ring to encourage them back to their seats so that the festivities could get underway.

“Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the 2006 Women’s and Veteran’s Division Bikini Wrestler of the Year Contest! First up will be our Veteran’s Division Contestants. They will walk out on the runway, one at time, allowing you to check them out. Once each of them has been introduced, we will then ask you to take the keypads located on the side of your seats, and cast a vote for your favorite. Once we’ve tallied the votes, we’ll announce the winner, who will take her seat on this throne!”

He stopped and pointed to the throne which had been set up on a platform at ringside, opposite the catwalk.

“We will then announce the next 3 finishers, each of them competing in a Mini Battle Royale for the right to take on the bikini contest winner. And finally, we’ll announce the last place finisher, who will be forced to take the “Walk of Shame”, back up the catwalk and into the locker room where she will be finished for the night!”

The crowd cheered, the circus atmosphere still prevalent amongst them.

“Once our last place finisher has left the area, we’ll invite our second, third and fourth place finishers up into the ring. We will then commence the Mini Battle Royale, with no time limit ... and no referee!”

Once again the crowd roared, cheering that aspect of the contest.

“The winner of the Mini Battle Royale will then stay in the ring, where she will be joined by the bikini contest winner. Those two will then wrestle, again with no time limit and no ref, until one of them is either pinned or submits. The winner of that match will be declared to 2006 Veteran’s Division Bikini Wrestler of the Year! So …. Are you ready to get started?!?!?!” he yelled, drawing a huge ovation.

“Then without further adieu ..... our first contestant tonight is ….. BIG, BAD BERTHA!”

Bertha burst through the door as loud, pulsating music filled the parking lot. The crowd’s reaction was not a welcome one as most booed or laughed at the sight of the stocky older women in her fetishist attire. But undaunted. Bertha strode down the catwalk, puffing on her cigarette as she glanced smugly out at the crowd in all directions. A contingent of her loyal fans however began to cheer the vinyl bikini clad veteran, drawing a smile from her as she made her way up toward the ring. A cameraman stood at the end fo the catwalk, Bertha walking up to him and blowing a cloud of smoke into the lens, forcing the camera to jiggle as he coughed in repsonse, drawing a cackle from the corrupt wrestler.

“Bertha is 57 years old, stands 5’ 4” tall and weighs 170 pounds.”

The crowd stared at the older woman as she took her place at the end of the runway, placing one hand on her hip as she tossed her cigarette down at her feet and stomped on it in animated fashion.

“Next up we have the 2005 Bikini Wrestler of the Year… ELEKTRA!”

Unlike Bertha, Elektra received an immediate and thunderous ovation. The crowd cheered the sight of the stunning woman who strut with the confidence of a runway model as she made her way through the crowd. She worked the catwalk like the pro that she was, her sultry legs taking long strides as her shapely butt bounced up and down with each step she took. Clad in a skimpy, gold bikini, her bare skin shimmering in the sunlight, she had the look of confidence as she stared straight ahead until reaching her spot.

“Elektra is 55 years old, stands 5’ 9” tall and weighs 140 pounds.”

Confidently smiling to her fans who applauded wildly, Elektra dipped her hip in her sexiest pose, allowing the gathering to soak up the view as she turned to face the camera who panned her body up and down.

“And next we have … LACE!”

Lace walked quickly, as if wanting to get this part of the competition over so that she could get in the ring and wrestle as quickly as possible. Though Elektra proved to be a tough act to follow, Lace nonetheless received a warm welcome, though noticeably less enthusiastic than the one given to Elektra. As she made her way to her spot, taking her place alongside the other two women, Lace stood defiantly with her hands on her hips, her powerful, shapely legs and strong, dimpled stomach on display.

“Lace is 49 years old, stands 5’ 4” tall and weighs 150 pounds.”

With her erect nipples protruding from beneath her sheer top, the sexy veteran stood next to Elektra, the 5 inch height differential between them obvious as Elektra seemed to tower over her. She then noticed the camera filming her and placed her hands on her hips in a definat pose intended to show off her powerful curves.

“Our next contestant is the current Veteran’s Division Champion … MS. LIBERTY”

The reluctant Ms. Liberty began her walk down the runway in her skimpy new outfit and ankle high boots, obviously uncomfortable. She tried her best to exhibit the self assuredness of Elektra, but she had neither the grace nor confidence of her rival. Despite her insecurity, she looked better than she had in some time. The meager garment she wore allowed a generous view of her pristine, slightly pink skin tone and well proprtioned body. But despite her improved appearance, beads of sweat had already formed on her forehead as she made her way forward, the crowd giving her a modest reception, clearly less passionate than for the last 2 competitors. Her nerves were evident on her pretty face as she tried to smile, though her expression was tense and awkward.

“Ms. Liberty is 53 years old, stands 5’ 6” tall and weighs 165 pounds.”

The crowd continued their reserved applause as Ms. Liberty took her spot on the end of the runway, glancing at Lace with a quick smile, as if to look for some encouragement. But Lace simply glanced back, expressionless, as Ms. Liberty attempted to pose with one hand on her hip and one leg stretched in front of her. She then noticed the camera which was taping her every move, and seemed to freeze, suddenly nervous as her eyes darted around, trying not to stare into the lens.

“And our last competitor is the newest member of our Veteran’s Division. Please welcome … PANTHERA”

With a wide smile and breezy stride, Panthera made her way forward with a confident swing of her arms and swivel in her hips. The crowd loved her, cheering wildly at the sight of the gorgeous blonde. Working the crowd, Panthera blew kisses out to them as she made her way forward, smiling the entire time as her pretty eyes twinkled under the bright sun, her body glistening.

“Panthera is 49 years old, stands 5’ 9” tall and weighs 145 pounds.”

Taking her place, Panthera seemed to lift her nose to her competition, waving to the crowd a final time and drawing a final burst of applause for herself. Elektra glanced down at her with a smirk, as Panthera smirked back, the other 3 women standing there in their own manner. Panthera then did a spin for the camera, twirling halfway around before thrusting ehr hips backward to allow a clear view of her barely covered buttocks. she then continued her rotation, leaning forward to blow a kiss in the direction fo the camera. After a brief period of posturing, the announcer concluded the introduction, allowing the crowd to give a final show of encouragement.

“Here they are …. The 2006 Veteran’s Division Bikini Wrestler of the Year competitors!”

Another loud roar rose up from the crowd as the women stood there, trying their best to win themselves votes as the fans looked them over. The announcer then began the voting process, asking the crowd cast their votes as the women stood anxiously. Finally, after about a minute had passed, he declared an end to the voting, and a minute or so later, was handed an envelope with the results.

“Okay, the votes are in and we’re ready to announce the votes. The winner of the bikini contest, and taking her place on the throne to await the finalist of the Mini Battle Royale …… with a whopping 44% of the total votes .... PANTHERA!”

The blonde did not seem surprised as she strode forward to a huge ovation, whisking by the other 4 women and slowing down as she passed Elektra, to rub it in even more. The brunette had an angry expression on her face, visibly irritated that she had not won the votes. Panthera meanwhile was escorted over to the throne on the end of the runway, and took her seat, waving to acknowledge the applause being showered upon her.

Bertha smirked back at her, not expecting to win the contest, but in the back of her mind, hopeful that she would have. Lace also looked irritated, but not surprised. She was however anxious to get in the ring and eliminate everyone else and claim the title for herself. Ms. Liberty perhaps looked the most saddened, hoping that her bold move in choosing the skimpy outfit would have somehow earned her enough votes to win, but now faced with the reality that it had not. But as the women contemplated the outcome, the rest of the results were ready as well.

“The next 3 women announced will compete in the Mini Battle Royale for the right to face Panthera for the Veteran’s Division Bikini Wrestler of the Year title! Our second place finisher, with 34% of the votes ... ELEKTRA!”

Expecting her name, Elektra strolled forward, still visibly annoyed at not having garnered the most votes. The fact that she was just 1 percentage behind Panthera was little consolation as she took her place as the first in line at the end of the runway. The crowd cheered loudly for her, though Elektra showed virtually no reaction as she stood there, a scowl stretched across her pretty face.

“Our third place finisher, with 16% of the votes ... LACE!”

The outcome did not seem to surprise the crowd, nor Lace as she walked up next to Elektra and took her place next to the statuesque brunette as the crowd clapped. But Ms. Liberty’s face dropped into a disheartened expression, her shoulders appearing to droop in despair as she was left to stand next to Bertha with the potential of being the last place finisher, and thereby eliminated form the competition. She had finished as the runner up in the voting last year, but had sunk down near the bottom, despite her best efforts. The posturing between the women continued as Bertha now stood next to Ms. Liberty, taking the opportunity to taunt her dispirited adversary.

“You ain’t such hot shit now that you’re standing her next to me, are ya grandma!” Bertha whispered spitefully to her.

But Ms. Liberty did not respond, her anxiety level rising to an all time high as she faced the possibility of finishing behind Bertha in the voting. Meanwhile, at the front of the catwalk, Elektra turned to Lace, and following Bertha’s lead, taunted her upcoming opponent.

“If you’re smart, you’ll jump out of the ring on your own Lace. Because I’m going to do whatever I have to get my hands on that blonde tramp!”

But Lace was undaunted, staring up at the brunette with a fierce expression.

“You’ve gotta get through me first Elektra!” she replied sternly.

But as the women continued to posture, the announcer was ready to declare the final contestant for the Mini Battle Royale.

“We now have the bikini contest winner and the next 2 runners up. Out last runner up will complete the contestants for the Mini Battle Royale, while the last place finisher will take the walk of shame before saying goodbye. And out last runner up is ……”

He paused for dramatic effect as a stream of sweat dripped down the side of Ms. Liberty’s face, her nerves combined with the heat taking their toll on her as she felt her knees grow wobbly. Bertha meanwhile moved closer, hoping to hear her name and ready to step forward.

“….. We have a tie! With 3% of the votes each .... Big, Bad Bertha and Ms. Liberty are tied! So in order to determine the final contestant in our Mini Battle Royale, the two of them will compete in a special elimination match with the winner earning the final spot in the Mini Battle Royale!”

ON TO THE FIGHTS .....

The 2006 Veteran's Division Bikini Wrestler of the Year Contest
Preliminary Round
Ms. Liberty vs. Big, Bad Bertha!

Ms. Liberty felt a huge lump form in her throat at the announcement. How could she have tied with Bertha, one of the most vile looking women on the planet! She was visibly upset at the result, and the camera caught her reacton, zooming in to film the stunned expression on her pretty face. Bertha seemed to revel in the outcome though, gratified at having the opportunity to face the woman who took her title; one on one.

“HA! It’s just me and you grandma. Now I get my chance to pummel that fat ass of yours again in front of all these people! But this time i ain't gonna lose!”

Still noticeably upset by the outcome of the voting, Ms. Liberty said nothing as the two women were instructed to enter the ring. Bertha walked past Lace and Elektra, scowling at each of them before climbing through the ropes. Ms. Liberty moved forward next, Lace walking up to her and whispering, “Good luck Madeleine.”, into her ear. Nodding her head solemnly in response, Ms. Liberty then climbed into the ring and took her place in the corner across the ring from Bertha. The announcer then climbed in himself as both Lace and Elektra stood at ringside, Panthera remained on her throne and the crowd cheered wildly.

“This will be a special elimination match with no time limit and no referee. The winner will be the last woman left in the ring. She will then move onto the Mini Battle Royale and compete with our other two semi finalists.”

With that, the announcer climbed out of the ring as the two women stood across from each other. Ms. Liberty endeavored to pull herself together, desperately trying to overcome the embarrassment of the voting outcome. She glanced across the ring and watched as Bertha lit up a cigarette, taking a deep drag while glaring smugly back at her.

These two women know each well inside of the squared circle, having just faced each other for the Veteran’s Division Title. And while Ms. Liberty walked away the victory and the belt, it was a brutal match in which Bertha gave out more than her share of punishment. So with the sun beating down and the temperature hovering around ninety degrees, everyone wondered of Bertha would be able to extract her revenge, or if Ms. Liberty, adorned in her new skimpy attire, could once again defeat the contemptible Bertha. As the crowd quieted down, the bell finally rang, drawing another burst of applause as the match was on!

Standing in her corner Bertha grabbed for and lit a cigarette just as the CLANG of the bell sounded. She took an unusually deep drag, prompting Ms. Liberty to try and take advantage of the opportunity by rushing her. Bertha saw her foe run across the ring and flicked the lit butt in the direction of Lace, just as Ms. Liberty lunged at her. Bertha was able to get her hands up just in time, and as the two locked up, blew a large cloud of smoke in the brunette’s face. With her head engulfed in smoke, Ms. Liberty began to cough, allowing Bertha to shake her arms free, turn to the side and deliver a powerful Karate kick into Ms. Liberty’s unsuspecting gut.

“BBLLAAAAHH!” howled the brunette as she doubled over, wrapping her arms around her aching midsection.

Bertha quickly sprung into action, grabbing two handfuls of black hair from the top of her slumped opponent’s head and hastily lugging her toward the corner. She gained momentum as they approached, and once within just inches of the corner post, yanked Ms. Liberty’s head forward to drive the top of it into the metal pillar with a sickening CLUNK.

The crowd gasped as Ms. Liberty stumbled backward, grabbing for her head as she remained stooped forward. In a stupor from the blow to her skull, Ms. Liberty seemed primed for Bertha to deliver even more punishment. Recognizing this, Bertha walked up in front her, but as she reached down to grab her in a front facing chokehold, Ms. Liberty lunged forward, driving her shoulder into Bertha’s gut and knocking her onto the seat of her pants.

The crowd seemingly had not chosen sides yet, cheering primarily for the action taking place in the ring as opposed to specifically siding with either wrestler. But Ms. Liberty was undaunted, and though her head ached and her ears were ringing, she reached down and grabbed hold of Bertha’s wrist, pulling up on her arm to haul her from the canvas. As Bertha rose, Ms. Liberty wrenched her arm behind her back, but Bertha reacted quickly, reaching over her shoulder with her free arm and grabbing the back of the brunette’s head before flipping her to the mat.

Landing hard on her tail bone, Ms. Liberty sat erect, her head dipping backward as her mouth fell open. Rushing up behind her, Bertha reached down and tried to grab Ms. Liberty from behind, but instead, the Veteran’s Division Champ was able to thrust her arms up and grab Bertha from the back of her bowed head, flipping her down to the mat. This time it was Bertha who landed hard, her back slamming against the canvas as the entire ring shook from her weight.

Pushing herself up from the seated position, Ms. Liberty trudged over to Bertha, who had rolled onto her side and was attempting to sit up. Once again the champ secured a grip on Bertha’s wrist and used the hold to pluck Bertha upward by the arm. She pulled her back against the ropes and turned so that they were both facing across the ring. Ms. Liberty then charged forward a few steps, tossing Bertha across the ring by the arm. The bulky brawler barreled across the ring before ricocheting off of the ropes and returning to the waiting Ms. Liberty, who charged at her to deliver a clothesline. But Bertha ducked beneath the attempt, continuing forward until bouncing off of the opposite ropes and shooting back toward the center.

Ms. Liberty had regrouped and turned to face her, attempting a second clothesline though Bertha shifted course, bowing forward before driving her shoulder into the champ’s midsection and forcing her back against the ropes on the opposite side of the ring.

Wedged against the cables with Bertha still driving her shoulder into the champ’s gut, Ms. Liberty lifted her arms and sent a powerful double axe handle into Bertha’s back, knocking her down onto one knee. But the loathsome fighter reached forward and wrapped her arms around the back of the champ’s thighs, securing a grip on her legs as she pushed herself onto her feet.

Getting erect, Bertha then backed up, pulling up on Ms. Liberty’s legs to send her upper body tumbling down to the mat, the back of her shoulders striking against it as her legs were yanked upward. Upended, Ms. Liberty was helpless as Bertha dragged her toward the center of the ring, adjusting her grip around the brunette’s meaty thighs to tighten her grip. She then yanked up on the champ’s legs, further upending her body before beginning to spin, pulling Ms. Liberty around in a circle.

With her shoulders lifting off of the canvas, Ms. Liberty’s arms began to flail out over her head as she was heaved through the air. Staring up into the bright sunlight, the clouds whisking by as she was sent on a ride, the champ then was tossed aside, sending her tumbling down to the canvas where she rolled onto her stomach, dizzied from the flight.

The action had been fast and furious so far, with both women taking advantage of opportunities. But now it was Bertha who had the upper hand as she plodded over to her fallen foe and then dropped her elbow down into the small of Ms. Liberty’s back. With her body convulsing upward, the champ groaned in pain as Bertha then dropped down onto Ms. Liberty, her feet straddling either side of her body as she sat on her lower back. She then reached forward and grabbed two handfuls of hair from the back of Ms. Liberty’s head, wrenching it up and back to stretch her neck to it’s limit.

The crowd cheered loudly as the flattened brunette’s back arched painfully as her head was hauled backward. Her large chest projected forward from beneath her skimpy, criss-crossed top, the double sided tape she had applied earlier the only thing preventing her breasts from popping out of the garment. With her face contorted in pain, the cameraman at ringside moved closer to film her closely as Ms. Liberty tried desperately to reach back and grab a hold of Bertha. But the wily veteran avoided her clutches, instead continuing to curl the champ backward.

The crowd cheered the sight as Ms. Liberty’s chest was put on display, the veins in her neck popping from the strain it was being put under. Finally however, after keeping her bent for an extended period, Bertha dropped her grip on the champ’s hair, allowing her upper body to collapse forward and fall to the canvas. But Bertha wasn’t done yet, lifting her butt off of the brunette’s back, only to kneel down on it with one knee, wedging that knee into the small hollow of the champ’s lower back. She then reached forward and grabbed hold of Ms. Liberty’s wrists, twisting on her arms while yanking them back and once again curling the trapped champion’s upper body back toward her. With her arms twisted painfully as they were ripped backward, Ms. Liberty’s chest was again lifted upward as her spine arched, the pressure on her lower back unbearable as Bertha pressed all of her weight down onto the knee which was driving into it.

The strain showed on the champ’s pretty face as her body bent in the painful position once more. The crowd cheered loudly as Bertha grunted while exerting more pressure, followed closely by groans of pain from her beleaguered brunette victim. Continuing to tug back on Ms. Liberty’s arms, Bertha seemed to delight in her adversary’s agony, her grunts growing louder, as did Ms. Liberty’s cries of protest as the excruciating hold intensified.

After another extended period, Ms. Liberty began to reach the point where she felt she could take no more. But Bertha did not relent quickly, stretching her angrily before finally releasing her arms, allowing the champ to fall hard on her face. But Bertha still wasn’t done, getting up off of the brunette’s back and walking down to her feet before grabbing hold of her ankles and using the grip to bend her legs in toward her body, folding one over the other in the process. With her prey’s legs now crossed and rolled upward, Bertha then sat down on the top of them, trapping them in the skewed position while once again reaching forward and grabbing hold of her wrists. In a now familiar scenario, she once again kinked the champ’s body, rotating her own wrists to once again warp Ms. Liberty’s arms.

The crowd was ecstatic, many now on their feet as Ms. Liberty’s head bowed down from her elevated upper body, her large chest forced to obtrude forward for the third straight time. Watching from ringside, Lace shook her head as she watched her friend manhandled by the butchy Bertha. The vile aggressor meanwhile pressed her weight down even harder onto Ms. Liberty’s crossed legs, warping them painfully as she lugged back on her twisted arms, the tension in Ms. Liberty’s body becoming more obvious as it began to tremble from the strain.

With the sun shining brightly down on the two warriors, each had begun to perspire, though for different reasons. Ms. Liberty was especially sweating heavily as the perspiration dripped down off of her face and onto the canvas below, her once pale skin now a deep pinkish tone. Though her back, arms and shoulders all ached badly from the prolonged versions of the hold used previously, Bertha had now added a new twist, torturing the champ’s legs as well. And Bertha, showed no signs of relenting, exerting a great deal of energy to apply even more punishment despite the now uncontrollable shuddering of her victim’s body. Though too distraught to notice, a camerman stood directly in front of her at ringisde and zoomed in on her face as a large drop of sweat formed on her chin before it dripped down her neck and continued on it’s journey between her spread cleavage, the champ’s body virtually numb now as her eyes closed while she tried to hang on.

“Had enough yet …..CHAMP?” Bertha growled sarcastically, though Ms. Liberty did not respond other than continuing to moan in pain.

Although Ms. Liberty refused to submit, Bertha nonetheless finally dropped her twisted arms, once again causing the champ to fall flat on her face. But Bertha kept pressing her weight down onto the brunette’s folded legs, and after a brief pause, once again reached forward and grabbed hold of her victim’s wrists. This time however, before pulling back on her arms, she crossed them in front of the downed champ before pulling back on them, using the champ’s own limbs to asphyxiate her. With her adversary’s crossed arms wedged beneath her throat, Bertha pulled back mightily, adding yet another new dimension to the debilitating hold. Ms. Liberty’s tortured spine curled backward once again, but this time, aside from all of the other pain she was in, she was actually being choked by her own arms.

It seemed like almost every part of her body was hurting now as her crossed arms dug into her windpipe, her moans growing softer and less animated as her head began to slump forward, her eyes growing heavy. It became obvious that she couldn’t hold on much longer, which was exactly what Bertha had planned. She had promised herself that, if given an opportunity to face her again, she wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. In their championship match, Bertha had pummeled her adversary throughout, but left her with just enough strength to mount an unexpected comeback. This time however, she leave was determined to finish her off for good.

The crowd continued to cheer, gaining respect for Bertha as she continued with her demonstration of surfboard hold variations. With Ms. Liberty’s will almost broken, Bertha decided that the only way to advance to the next round would be to toss her from the ring. So with Ms. Liberty’s body nearly limp, she once again released her victim’s arms and allowed her to plop forward. Satisfied with the damage she had done, Bertha then lifted herself off of Ms. Liberty’s folded legs, allowing them to unfurl and drop limply to the mat below her. Pushing herself onto her feet, Bertha stood over her ailing foe, staring down at her with a look of satisfaction on her face.

Seemingly out to prove her acumen as a wrestler, Bertha had now applied four different variations of the surfboard hold over a five minute period, each one escalated in both it’s effectiveness and cruelty. With Ms. Liberty sprawled out below her, Bertha was providing indisputable evidence of her skill as a wrestler, despite being often maligned as nothing more than a “fetishist” by the other women. But she had clearly demonstrated her knowledge of the holds, Ms. Liberty the unwilling exhibit.

“So this is the champ, huh?!?!?!” she blurted out to the crowd, who cheered her once again. “She’s look more like a chump to me!!!”, once again drawing cheers mixed with some chuckles.

In no condition to protest, Ms. Liberty remained face down on the mat, her limbs aching and a sharp pain shooting down her spine. Her body heaved up and down from her continued panting, as a result of the choke as Bertha took a moment to recoup, the strain of pulling on her victim’s limbs for so long, taking it’s toll on her as well. She placed her hands on her knees and took a few deep breaths before slowly standing erect to resume the next phase of her attack.

The fans began to gradually side with Bertha, just as they had done in the championship match, as the grizzled veteran trudged over to the fallen Ms. Liberty and violently grabbed a handful of her short, black hair, ripping her onto her feet. With her body wilted, Ms. Liberty offered no resistance as she was pushed back against the side ropes and then, with her right wrist clutched by both of Bertha’s hands, was thrown across the ring.

Lumbering forward, Ms. Liberty bounced off of the ropes and was shot back toward the center of the ring where Bertha was waiting for her. Unable to protect herself, Ms. Liberty was met with a huge running chop across her chest, eliciting a loud THWACK before she fell flat down onto her back. Bertha wasted no time in plucking her up by the hair once again and repeating the toss across the ring, this time greeting the charging Ms. Liberty with roundhouse kick to her bosom.

Once again Ms. Liberty collapsed down onto her back, grabbing her aching chest as she rolled onto her side. Barely able to catch her breath and with her body in great pain, the champ was in serious trouble. But Bertha was just getting warmed up, once again hauling her to her feet by the hair, violently ripping out a few strands in the process. With her legs wobbly, Ms. Liberty was once again forced back against the ropes before being tossed across the ring. Perspiring heavily, she trudged ahead, her large chest bouncing freely from beneath her meager top. As she dipped into the ropes across the ring, sweat spewed from her body and out into the crowd before she was shot off of them, only to be greeted by the sole of Bertha’s boot, which was held erect and directly in line with the bottom of her bare stomach.

“BAAWWWWHHH!” howled the champ as she dropped to both knees, curled into a ball and then fell onto her side, her arms draped around her battered belly as she cowered on the canvas.

The fans cheered even more loudly as Bertha stood over her collapsed counterpart, once again pausing to take a few deep breaths. But Ms. Liberty was the one struggling most to catch her breath as she had been forced to ramble across the ring 3 straight times, each with a painful ending. About 8 or 9 minutes into the match, Ms. Liberty had been pulled, twisted, bent, choked and kicked; left laying on her side, the abundant amount of bare skin on her sweaty body heaving up and down from her panting. Bertha had delivered an unusual amount of punishment to her, and that beating, combined with the hot sun and humidity, had left Ms. Liberty a melted mound of flesh.

Moving more slowly now, Bertha heartlessly plucked the depleted champ up by the hair, Ms. Liberty barely able to get her legs stable beneath her. This time Bertha shoved her back into the corner, trapping her there as the champ’s arms fell limply over the top rope. As she dangled from the corner, Bertha traipsed up in front of her, pressing her hands down onto the champs arms to pin them to the top rope before bowing forward and ramming her shoulder into the brunette’s ribcage.

With her entire body quaking from the blow, Ms. Liberty slumped deeper in the corner as Bertha nailed her with another spear to the ribs. Unable to hold herself erect, Ms. Liberty was then victimized by a third shot to her midsection, this time her right leg giving out as she dropped to one knee, her right arm falling off of the ropes and clutching her assaulted abdomen. The beating was intense, and Bertha seemed to delight in that fact, grabbing the bottom of the champ’s chin and using the grip to pull her erect. She then rolled the champ to the side, forcing her body against the side ropes.

With Ms. Liberty facing out toward the crowd, the middle ropes dug into the bare skin on the front of her body as Bertha shoved her from behind, wedging her against them. Two cameramen stood below her, each shooting a different angle as the sadistic Bertha then grabbed a handful of hair from the back of Ms. Liberty’s head and shoved it downward, dipping it between the top 2 ropes before pulling it back up on the other side, the champ’s upper body now entangled between the ropes. With the middle rope digging into the front of her victim's bare hips and the the top rope burrowing into the back of her shoulders, Bertha then began to pull on the back of Ms. Liberty’s hair once again, bending her body over the top rope. Using yet another means of stretching and bending Ms. Liberty’s already aching back, Bertha continued to contort the champ. Facing out toward the crowd, the mass of bare skin on the front of Ms. Liberty’s body was once again on display for the fans and the camera as she was entangled in the ropes while Bertha bent her backward. But then the aggressive veteran began to push Ms. Liberty’s head downward, forcing the champ’s already agonized spine to once again bend in a painfully awkward spiral. Bertha continued to yank down on the her hair from the back of her victim’s head to further arch her already injured back, Ms. Liberty’s body warped badly as she stared up toward the sky. Trapped in the precarious position, Bertha moved in and whispered into her ear.

“Ya know, I didn’t finish ya off the last time, and I paid for that. But I ain’t gonna make that mistake this time. I’m gonna beat ya until ya got nothing left, and then I’m gonna throw ya out of the ring like a bag of trash!”

With that she pulled down even harder on Ms. Liberty’s hair so that her shoulders were parallel with the mat as her face pointed up toward the sky. Moving closer, Bertha then wrapped her arm over Ms. Liberty’s pretty face to trap her in that position, stuffing the champ’s face into her sweaty armpit. She then curled her arm around the brunette’s head, trapping her in the suffocating …. and disgusting …. hold.

Ms. Liberty began to flail her arms in desperation as her face was being smothered by the sweaty underarm of her vile opponent. She knew that she wouldn’t last very long in this position and thrashed about as much as she could, impulsively trying to fight her way free. Thankfully she could not hear the loud roar of laughter from the fans who were amused by the sticky situation she was in, some of whom held there nose in mockery.

Gradually Ms. Liberty’s arm began to desist, their flapping gradually slowing as the champ began to lose consciousness from the suffocation, or perhaps purely the stench of Bertha’s underarm. But then Lace, standing on the ring apron, began to move in, yelling at Bertha to let Ms. Liberty free.

“If you’re gonna finish her off, then do it already. But stop trying to humiliate her!” Lace hollered to the aggressor.

Bertha took exception as Lace now stood directly in front of her, Ms. Liberty’s bent, asphyxiated body the only separating them from between the ropes.

“Shut the hell up you hag, and mind your own business. I’m cumin for you next!” Bertha replied.

But Lace wasn’t willing to wait, reaching forward and grabbing a handful of Bertha’s wiry hair, using the grip to pull her forward before dropping her throat down onto the top rope. The interference allowed Ms. Liberty to fall free from Bertha’s clutches, collapsing downward as her stomach fell onto the middle rope, her upper body hanging out on the ring apron near Lace’s feet while her legs collapsed on the canvas inside of the ring. Lace meanwhile continued to choke Bertha on the top rope as the fans booed loudly, chastising Lace for the intrusion.

Continuing to choke the vinyl clad senior, Lace then slammed the point of her elbow down between Bertha’s shoulders before giving one final push downward. Elektra, who was standing across the ring, began to warn Lace to break the hold.

“Let her go Lace and stay out of this. You’ll get your chance!”

But Lace ignored her, finally yanking on the rope with a might tug and launching Bertha back into the ring where she toppled down to the canvas, clutching her throat. Ms. Liberty meanwhile pushed herself from between the ropes, plopping back into the ring where sat, her back propped up against them as she breathed heavily, wiping Bertha’s sweat from her face. She then turned up to look at Lace, who had an intense expression on her face. She glanced back at Ms. Liberty, but showed no emotion before turning and walking on the ring apron back to the corner.

But the damage had been done as Bertha continued to wallow on the mat, still trying to catch her breath. The fans were booing vehemently now as Ms. Liberty grabbed the rope and began to try and push herself back onto her feet. Lace had given her the chance to get back in the match, and she was determined to make the most of the opportunity, no matter how badly she was hurting.

As she struggled to get to her feet, Bertha remained on her back, slamming her foot against the canvas in pain as she tried to recover. She was still breathing heavily as Ms. Liberty finally pushed herself onto her feet, still holding the ropes, but at least upright. Bertha rolled onto her side, trying to catch her breath as Ms. Liberty finally began to move toward her, the fans encouraging Bertha to get up. Moving slowly and tediously, but the time Ms. Liberty hobbled over to Bertha, she was up on all fours. But the champ then stood next to her, dropping her knee down onto Bertha’s back and flattening her to the canvas as a chorus of boos rained down on her.

Gradually pushing herself up again, Ms. Liberty got to her feet as Bertha propped herself up on her elbows, and then to her knees, once again on all fours as the champ set up beside her once more. Looking down at her haggard foe, Ms. Liberty then launched a kick to her midsection, punting Bertha in the side and rolling her onto her back, once more prompting the fans to boo the now ostracized champ.

Things had not gone how Ms. Liberty had planned at all to this point. She had hoped to do well in the bikini contest, winning the fans over in the process, and then earn a chance to win the Veteran Bikini Wrestler of the Year title. But things had gone from bad to worse as the fans not only chose to vote for her competitors, but were also jeering her against perhaps the most disliked wrestler in the federation. To top it all off, Bertha had pummeled her in the first part of the match, and though now finally getting an advantage, Ms. Liberty’s body ached and her strength had been badly sapped.

But undaunted, she again ambled over to Bertha, reaching down to grab hold of her ankle and using the grip to drag her across the ring on her back. Bertha slapped the mat in protest as she was towed across the ring, but could do nothing to prevent it. Reaching the corner, the brunette then dropped her foe’s leg, climbing up onto the bottom turnbuckle, and then stepping up onto the middle one. She kept her eyes focused intently on her target as she steadied herself on the ropes, ensuring that she wouldn’t try to flee. Preparing to launch an aerial assault, Ms. Liberty spread her arms overhead, ready to leap forward and crash down onto her adversary, but surprisingly Elektra rushed over and grabbed hold of Ms. Liberty’s ankles just as she was about to jump.

With her weight already shifted forward, Ms. Liberty found herself falling straight down, Elektra clutching her by the ankles to prevent her from soaring through the air. Unable to break her fall, Ms. Liberty fell flat on her face, her body bouncing up twice before she came to rest, her arms spread over her head as the fans broke out into a flurry of cheers. Elektra meanwhile glanced over at Lace, sneering as she issued her retort.

“Okay, now they’re even again!” Elektra proclaimed, Lace shaking her head.

Staggered, Ms. Liberty wriggled while flat on the canvas, her body taking the brunt of the landing with nothing to break her fall. Bertha meanwhile had rolled onto her side and got to one knee, glancing out at Elektra with a confused look on her face. But she did not try to figure it out, instead taking advantage of the opportunity by getting to her feet and trudging over to the fallen champ.

Aside from the punishment each had dished out, the searing heat was taking it’s toll on both women. So as Bertha, who appeared to now have the upper hand, slogged over to Ms. Liberty, it was apparent that whomever emerged victorious from this preliminary match would be at a distinct disadvantage in the remaining round. Having propped herself up on her elbows, Ms. Liberty shook her head back and forth to try and clear the effects of the harsh landing she had just been subjected to. Bertha gave her little opportunity to do so however, quickly snatching her by the hair and ripping her up onto her knees. Instead of continuing to tug upward on her opponent’s short black hair however, Bertha instead pulled forward, forcing Ms. Liberty to crawl along behind her as she towed the creeping champ to the side of the ring.

Enjoying the spectacle, the crowd once again cheered as the now sweat soaked Bertha lugged her crawling adversary so that her head jutted over the middle rope. She then pressed her knee down onto the back of Ms. Liberty’s neck, choking her against the middle rope in the process. With her already face red from the heat and exertion, the champ’s visage began to turn a crimson color as she flailed her arms out to her sides while still on her knees. The crowd cheered even louder as Bertha continued to strangle her, finally lifting her knee off of Ms. Liberty’s neck and stepping over her back so that she now straddled the kneeling and reeling brunette.

With her arms dangling over the middle rope with the rest of her from the shoulders forward, Ms. Liberty slouched off of the cables limply. Deciding that it was time to end her misery, Bertha then reached down and grabbed her from her waist, hoisting the sweaty veteran up a few inches while trying to propel her body forward and through the ropes. But the champ grabbed hold of the rope with both arms, clutching it tightly to prevent herself from being eliminated. Bertha tried unsuccessfully for a few more seconds, but then grew frustrated, dropping her grip and standing over her fallen foe. The crowd began to impel Bertha to eliminate her victim, beginning to chant unexpectedly.

“THROW HER OUT ….. THROW HER OUT!”

The crowd’s loud mantra brought a momentary smile to Bertha’s lips as she stood over her flaccid foe, but she then began to stomp her foot down into the champ’s back, causing the brunette’s bare body to bob up and down as it languished from the ropes. After several stomps, Bertha then walked down to Ms. Liberty’s feet as the chant continued. She grabbed hold of Ms. Liberty’s ankles, pried her legs upward, and then with a mighty tug, pulled her off of the ropes. Too exhausted to hang on, Ms. Liberty’s body sailed in toward the ring before plopping face down against the mat.

“THROW HER OUT ….. THROW HER OUT!!”

Trying to follow her fans orders, Bertha reapplied her grip to the champ’s ankles and dragged her wet, wilted body over to ringside. Laying her parallel to the bottom rope, Bertha finally dropped them, leaving Ms. Liberty just inches from the ring apron.

“THROW HER OUT ….. THROW HER OUT!”!”

Bertha then gave her opponent a cruel kick on the side, rolling Ms. Liberty half way over as she was now halfway beneath the bottom rope, just inches away from elimination. But before Bertha could finish the job, Ms. Liberty once again grabbed hold of the bottom rope with both arms, hugging it tightly to prevent Bertha from finishing the job. Undaunted, Bertha got down on her knees and shoved Ms. Liberty’s legs beneath the cable, forcing half of her body outside of the ring. But the champ still clutched the bottom rope with both hands, Bertha stomping down onto her shoulder to try and goad her to break her grasp.

“THROW HER OUT ….. THROW HER OUT!”

The chant grew both faster and louder as Bertha again stomped down on her soggy victim, Ms. Liberty still refusing to give in however. Frustrated, Bertha then walked over to the ropes and ducked beneath the middle and bottom rope, stepping out onto the ring apron to pull the champ the rest of the way. But just as she planted her feet outside of the ring, the bell began to ring furiously as the fans began to boo loudly, finally stopping their chant.

Bertha looked confused as the announcer made his way into the ring as the crowd grew angrier, realizing what had happened. Even though she was in total control, by stepping outside of the ring, Bertha had eliminated herself! She was the first woman to leave the ring, and as such, was eliminated from the preliminary round. The announcer made it official as Bertha stood by and listened intently, still not realizing what had happened.

“The rules state that the winner will be the last woman left in the ring. Since Bertha exited the ring first, she is eliminated from the contest. MS. LIBERTY wins the match and moves on to the semi final round!”

Upon hearing the result, Bertha flew into a rage, jumping back into the ring to confront the announcer. He argued with her for a few moments, but then stepped aside as the fans booed loudly, Bertha romping around the ring in a furious tirade. Her tirade did her no good however, as the announcer called the other two semi finalists into the ring.

“Will Lace and Elektra now join Ms. Liberty in the ring. Bertha will now take the Walk of Shame back to the locker room as the first women eliminated from the Veteran’s Bikini Wrestler of the Year contest.”

Lace climbed into the ring and offered Ms. Liberty a hand. The champ grabbed it, and struggled to get to her knees, where she remained for a moment, trying desperately to regroup. She had miraculously survived the preliminary match, but judging by the shape she was in, that was probably not the best thing for her. As Lace walked back to the far corner to prepare for the nest round, Ms. Liberty grabbed the top rope and began to pull herself back onto her feet. Just as she did however, Bertha, finally coming to grips with the consequence of her actions, rushed over and gave Ms. Liberty one final stomp in the back, knocking her back to the canvas. Rushing over, Lace pulled Bertha away, giving her a shove before pointing back to the locker room.

“You’re eliminated Bertha. Now get the hell out of here!” she shouted.

Using her forearm to wipe a stream of sweat from her forehead, Bertha glanced down at the panting Ms. Liberty a final time before turning and glaring angrily at Lace. She then finally climbed beneath the ropes and out of the ring, pausing at ringside as the fans continued to boo loudly. Bertha was still stunned at what had happened, but she finally began to traipse back toward the locker room as the fans showered her with boos, upset at her for making such a foolish mistake.

Meanwhile, back in the ring, Lace once again helped Ms. Liberty to her feet, whispering in her ear as she pulled her up.

“You better get to your corner and pull yourself together. I’ll keep Elektra occupied for as long as I can, but then you’re on your own Madeleine.” Lace offered.

Ms. Liberty looked back at her, wiping the sweat from her eyes. She nodded in appreciation, but despite the generous and unexpected offer, the Veteran’s Division champ still knew the odds were against her. From across the ring, Elektra looked on, smirking arrogantly while shaking her head as she watched Ms. Liberty struggle to walk to her own corner. Sweating profusely and limping, Ms. Liberty knew that, despite Lace’s sympathy, Elektra had no intention of doing the same. As she finally got to her corner and placed her arms back on the top rope, she stared across the ring, trying her best to look determined and hide her pain, though deep down inside, she knew that her long afternoon wasn’t nearly over yet!

THE END OF PART I

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