The 2005 Veteran's Division Bikini Wrestler of the Year Contest
Part I

With the women's division Bikini Wrestler of the Year, Flora, just crowned after an easy victory, the veteran lady wrestlers prepared for the start of their contest. The dressing room of the newly opened FFF Arena was filled with tension as all 5 ladies prepared at their separate dressing tables.

Seated away from the group, and with a wide array of cosmetic products spread out before her was Elektra, the favorite to win the bikini portion of the contest. A former model, former champion wrestler and stunning woman, Elektra applied her last bit of make-up, ignoring the other women altogether. With an air of arrogance about her, Elektra was confident, so much so that she was almost insulted at having to compete aainst such inferior competition.

Down several feet from Elektra sat Big, Bad, Bertha, who be making her debut in the newly formed wrestling federation. Bertha was an ornery looking woman whose face showed years of hard living. The leasy "ladylike" of the group, Bertha showed little conscience in wearing an inappropriately skimpy, leather bikini, especially since her body was not in the greatest shape to begin with.

Next to Bertha sat Lace, an extremely pretty woman with a fit and strong looking body. She was a very talented wrestler who was also not afriad to show her sensual side, evidenced by the sheer lace top she was wearing which nicely showcased her impressive chest.

Next to Lace sat The Babe, the oldest of the group. She wore a skimpy brown bikini with a thong bottom, also somewhat inappropriate for a woman her age, though The Babe worked hard to keep her thin body in shape.

And at the end of the row sat Ms. Liberty who, despite her agreement to participate in the contest, was the most reluctant to do so. She considered herself, first and foremost, to be a wrestler and though she accepted that some women thought sensuality played a part in woman's wrestling, preferred to separate the two. That was evidenced by her choice of a bikini, a modestly cut blue bikini with a few white stars dispersed upon it.

As the 5 women put the finishing touches on their physical appearance, they were then called to come and line up, the contest about to begin. As they took their positions behind a black curtain which led into the arena, the capacity crowd found their seats and the announcer made his way to the center of the ring.

The wrestling ring was located in the middle of the arena, as expected, but down one aisle stood an elevated catwalk in the shape of a large “T”, leading from the back of the arena to just a few feet away from the ring. The bikini-clad wrestlers stood behind the curtain located at the bottom of the “T” as the announcer began his speech.

“Our next event features five of our most lovely veteran women wrestlers competing against each other for the right to be called the Veteran Bikini Wrestler of the Year.”

The crowd erupted in cheers, anxious for the festivities to get underway. But before they could start, the announcer began to explain the rules.

“As before, the five women from will compete, but only one will walk away with the title of FFF Veteran Bikini Wrestler of the Year! Our contestants are standing at the foot of the catwalk, but before I introduce them, let me first go over the rules once more.

The ladies will be introduced one at a time, in alphabetical order. They will make their way down the catwalk and take their place at the end. Once all of the five women have been introduced, you will then be asked to choose which one you will vote for. Then, one at a time, I will again ask them to stroll down the catwalk. Once the woman you would like to vote for makes her way down the runway, you will be asked to place your vote by pushing the button on the armrest of your seat. The votes will then be tabulated and we will determine the winner of the bikini contest!”

The crowd again roared, but the announcer raised his arm, asking for quiet before he continued.

“But since this the Veteran Bikini WRESTLER of the Year, we’re not done quite yet. We will announce the results and the percentage of votes garnered by each woman. The bottom 3 vote-getters will be called up into the ring and asked to take their place in 3 of the 4 corners. These 3 women will make up THE GAUNTLET!”

Again the crowd cheered, but after the cheers died down, the instructions continued.

“We will then announce the winner of the bikini contest, who will take a seat on a throne at the end of the runway. The runner up will then be directed to take her place in the 4th corner, where she will have to face THE GAUNTLET!”

Another loud cheer emerged before the announcer finished the instructions.

“In order to compete against the bikini contest winner in our final match, the runner up will have to survive The Gauntlet. The amount of time for survival of The Gauntlet will be determined by the differential between the percentage of votes attained by the runner up and the winner of the bikini contest. So for example, if the winner of the bikini contest achieves 40% of the votes and the runner up achieves 30%, The Gauntlet will last for 10 minutes. If the runner up is thrown from the ring at anytime during The Gauntlet, she will be eliminated and the next runner up will try to survive for the remaining time on the clock. The woman with the highest percentage of votes in the ring once time expires will then face the winner of the bikini contest for the title of Veteran Bikini Wrestler of the Year!”

Again the crowd roared, eager for the contest to get underway. But before it could, the announcer gave one last bit of information.

“Oh, by the way. The Gauntlet will commence without a referee, so ANYTHING GOES!”

The final bit of information drew the loudest applause as the announcer then paused momentarily before getting things underway.

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

Standing behind the curtain, Bertha burst through it as loud, pulsating music began to fill the arena as bright spotlights shown down onto her. The crowd was a bit shocked at their first sight of Bertha and there was a momentary, awkward silence from the large gathering. Undeterred, Bertha strode down the runway, the lights shining off of her bare body. Eventually a contingent began to cheer, some booed and others simply sat and watched with their mouths open. With her leather bikini covering little more than the most private parts of her 57 year old body, Bertha certainly was an unusual sight.

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

The crowd stared up at the older woman whose eyes curled almost in angry expression as she glanced out to the crowd. Walking sloppily along, Bertha reached the end of the runway and was directed to her spot.

“Next up we have … THE BABE!”

As the curtain opened, The Babe could feel her heart pounding, but in a good way. She was nervous but excited about the opportunity to show off the body she worked so hard to maintain and had been anxious for this opportunity to do so. As she tried her best to strut sexily and confidently, again the crowd seemed shocked to see a 60 year old woman, despite being physically fit, wearing such a skimpy bikini.

“The Babe is 60 years old, stands 5’ 8” and weighs 125 pounds.

The Babe smiled widely as she tried desperately to swivel her hips in a model-like walk. She was enjoying herself, and it showed by her wide smile. The crowd however reacted nervously to the older woman who received little more than apprehensive support as she took her place at the end of the runway, oblivious to the tepid reaction to her.

“Next up we have … ELEKTRA!”

Unlike her two adversaries before her, Elektra received an immediate and thunderous ovation. The crowd almost seemed to breathe a sigh of relief at the sight of the stunning woman, who was obviously much more physically attractive than her two previously introduced opponents. Elektra worked the runway like the pro that she was, her long, shapely legs taking long, sexy strides. With her body clad in a skimpy, shimmering bikini, her bare skin shimmering from the body lotion she had applied to it.

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

With a confident smile to her fans, who applauded wildly, Elektra made her way to the end of the runway, whisking arrogantly within an inch of the other two women before taking her place.

“And next we have … LACE!”

Lace was anxious to get in front of the crowd and though she looked great, Elektra had proven to be a tough act to follow. Lace certainly received a warm welcome, though it palled in comparison to Elektra's ovation. Nonetheless, she strode with a tough, determined strut.

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

With her large chest protruding and her nipples showing from beneath her lace top, the sexy veteran took her place in line, standing next to Elektra. With 5 inches in height differential between the two, and Elektra striking her best sexiest pose however, Lace looked like an also ran in the bikini contest.

“And our final contestant is … MS. LIBERTY”

The reluctant Ms. Liberty began her walk down the runway, and though she was able to muster a smile, it was obvious that she was uncomfortable. Wearing the most conservative bikini of the 5 women, Ms. Liberty nonetheless received an ovation similar to the one received by Lace, warm and enthusiastic, but obviously less so than the one Elektra had received.

“Ms. Liberty is 53 years old, stands 5’ 6” tall and weighs 175 pounds.”

The crowd continued to applaud as Ms. Liberty took her spot on the end of the runway, Elektra leaning over to smirk at her before whispering to all 5 of her opponents.

"No surprises there, eh ladies?!?!?" she bragged, referring to her overwhleming vicotry in terms of crowd reaction.

The others reacted, each smirking and some muttering their annoyance, though none could deny the truth. After another minute or so of posturing, the announcer then began the voting process, one-by-one asking the women to step forward as the crowd cast their votes. Finally, when all of the women completed their stroll, the announcer was handed an envelope with the results.

“Okay, the votes are in and we’re ready to introduce The Gauntlet. The first member of The Gauntlet, with 5% of the total votes…. THE BABE!”

The older blonde seemed truly stunned at coming in last place in the voting, her face dropping as much in disappointemnt as anger. With a scowl on her face she was directed into the ring and took her place in one corner.

“The next member of The Gauntlet, with 17% of the votes … BIG BAD BERTHA!”

Unlike The Babe, Bertha did not appear surprised and casually strolled to her place up in the ring. But as she walked by The Babe, it was obvious that the result had further injured the blonde veteran. How could Bertha, this overweight, out of shape, slutty looking woman have received mroe than 3 times as many votes as she did! Bertha was aware of The Babe's furstration and took the opportunity to antogonize her opponent.

"Take a look at a REAL woman!" she teased as she mockingly strutted by.

“And the final member of The Gauntlet, with 19% of the votes … LACE!”

Once again the outcome surprised one fo the contestants. Lace had not expected to win, but had thought she would easily place second behing Elektra. She did nto even consider that possibility that anyone else, especially Ms. Liberty, would earn more votes than her. So after getting over the initial shock, she took her place in the ring, her face red and her anger growing.

“There you have it ladies and gentlemen …. THE GAUNTLET! But don’t worry ladies. You still have a chance to move on to the final match if you survive. But let’s see who you will have to eliminate in order to do so."

There was a momentray pause for dramatic affect as Elektra stood with one leg out in front of the other in her sexiest pose, wearing an arrogant expression as she glanced at the announcer, expecting to hear her name. Ms. Liberty menawhile stood nervously, uncomfrtable at being in the awkward siutation.

The winner of the bikini contest ….. with 36% of the votes cast in her favor ….. ELEKTRA”

The result surpised no one as a throne was pushed out onto the runway and Elektra took her seat, casting a condascening glare at Ms. Liberty who stood and watched jealously, her face curled in frustration.

“So Ms. Liberty, you are the runner up and as such, will have to face The Gauntlet. So let’s see how long you will have to last. As you know, Elektra received 36% of the votes. Ms. Liberty … you received …. 21% …. So you will need to survive for 15 minutes!”

Ms. Liberty felt a lump form in her throat from the wide gap in the voting between herself and Elektra, though ti certainly wasn't a shocking revelation. She had not expected to win, and to be honest, she was surprised at having finished second. But now she was now faced with having to survive against 3 other women for 15 minutes, and almost insurmountable task!

She was escorted into the empty corner of the ring as the crowd leaped to their feet, Elektra crossing her legs as she sat on her throne, smiling wickedly. She knew that after 15 minutes of beating the crap out of each other, whomever was left, regardless of who it was, would not be able to put up much of a fight. So she sat back in her throne and smiled widely as the four women in the ring prepared for battle.

Bertha meanwhile stood in her corner, gazing around at her 3 opponents. Not knowing any of them previously, she was unaware that all 3 were friends outside of the wrestling ring. But though Lace, The Babe and Ms. Liberty were friends, they had each wrestled against the toher two at various points over the years, leaving their friendships aside once inside the ring, but then remaining friends after their matches against each other.

But in this case, the 3 friends had gotten together before the event and, unbeknownst to anyone else, agreed that they would work together to allow the woman amongst them with the most votes to survive The Gauntlet. Ms. Liberty, not a fan of the bikini contest to begin with, was still willing to go along with the plan, perhaps because she was the top vote-getter. But both Lace and The Babe, when making that agreement, fully expected to be the top vote getter themselves, at least behind Elektra.

The Babe was still okay with allowing Ms. Liberty to survive the Gauntlet, but Lace was having second thoughts. It was incomprehensible to her that either Ms. Liberty or The Babe could possibly get more votes than her, and the bitter disappointment was getting the best of her. But as Lace's mind raced and she debated what to do, a large clock against the wall suddenly lit up, with 15:00 displayed on it. She stared at it for a moment, but then the bell rang, the clock began to tick off the seconds, and The Gauntlet had begun.

Unaware of what she was up against, Bertha raced across the ring toward Ms. Liberty and quickly locked up with her. As the two struggled, The Babe raced up behind Bertha however and dropped an elbow down between Bertha's shoulders, kncoking her down onto one knee. Still facing Ms. Liberty while kneeling, Bertha recovered quickly enough to land 2 short, stiff jabs into Ms. Liberty's belly, doubling her over in the process.

As the action began, Lace remained in her corner, not moving a step as she watched the events unfold. She had decided to stay in the background and see what took place before deciding how she would react.

With Ms. Liberty hunched over, The Babe reached forward again and grabbed a handful of Bertha's hair while still standing behind her. But as she reached down to grab the leather-clad veteran's arm, Bertha abruptly reached up grabbed a hold of The Babe from behind her neck before tossing her across her shoulder. The Babe flipped over Bertha's body, striking the bent Ms. Liberty along the way as she fell to the mat.

Ms. Liberty stumbled aside as she watched The Babe splatter against the canvas. But before she could react, Bertha had charged her and quickly raked her fingers across Ms. Liberty's eyes. With a loud scream, Ms. Liberty stumbled blindly backward, grabbing and rubbing her aching eyes in an effort to regain her sight. Bertha quickly then stormed back to The Babe, landing a powerful stomp in the mature woman's belly and keeping her flattened to the mat.

Having watched her two friends struggle in the early going, Lace finally sprung into action. She charged across the ring and confronted Bertha, the two locking arms as a struggle ensued. Lace easily overpowered the older woman, forcing ehr back against the ropes. She then landed a powerful forearm smash down into Bertha's chest, the mature wrestler's entire body quivering from the blow. But Lace was just getting warmed up and grabbed Bertha by the wrist, setting up alongside her before tossing her chubby body across the ring.

Barrelling forward, Bertha's loose body fluttered with each step she took before she bounced off of the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. She was able to hook her arm over the top rope however, preventing her from being shto back toward the waiting Lace. By this time The Babe had gotten up onto her knees, though Ms. Liberty was still wedged into the corner, furiously rubbing her eyes. Bertha saw Lace moving toward her, so she quickly diverted herself and charged over to Ms. Liberty, grabbing a handful of hair from the back of her head, spinnign her around and then slamming her face down into the turnbuckle.

Ms. Liberty shook, one arm falling forward over the top rope as she collapsed forward. Lace meanwhile stopped in ehr tracks, pausing to watch as Bertha once again began to work her friend over. The Babe meanwhile quickly glanced over at Lace, motionuing for her to join the fray and help out her ailing friend. Lace stared back at her, but did not react, prompting The Babe to get to her feet just as Bertha slammed Ms. Liberty's face against the turnbuckle a second time.

The Babe approached quickly but quietly, and was able to ensnare her arms around Bertha's and trap her in a full nelson. So as Ms. Liberty wilted from the corner, her ears ringing and her vision still blurry, The Babe straightened Bertha up and turned her around. She then raised her eyebrows at Lace, signaling angrily for her to come and attack. Lace hesitated, but then reluctantly charged forward, planted herself in front of Bertha whose elevated arms were trapped out to her side, and fired a straight stomp into Bertha's soft belly.

"BBWWAAAAHHHH!" , blubbered the entangled Bertha as she tried to double over, though The Babe kept her propped upright with the full nelson.

As The Babe kept the hold in place on the struggling Bertha, Lace walked over to the corner where Ms. Liberty was trying to recover, and whispered to her friend.

"You okay?" she whispered, though her voice was less than sincere.

"Yeah .... I'm okay." Ms. Liberty responded, her voice weary.

"Okay good. I've got to make this look real, so sorry about this." , Lace whispered once more, grabbing the unsuspecting Ms. Liberty by the wrist before shooting her across the ring.

The brunette veteran raced forward, her eyes tearing as she dipped into the ropes before shooting off of them. Lace greeted her with a hard cross body block, knocking Ms. Liberty flat on her back as her legs soared up into the air before falling back against the canvas.

The Babe looked on in amazement, still struggling to keep Bertha trapped in the full nelson. It was obvious that Lace wasn't going along with their previous agreement, evidenced by the fact that Ms. Liberty was flat on her back. But as Lace began to get to her feet and return to help The Babe, Bertha managed to wriggle free from The Babe's clutches, turn and slam her elbow into the side of The Babe's head.

The blow was brutal and send The Babe reeling back into the corner. Lace watched, her initial instinct was to go help, but she decided to lay back and wait. Bertha meanwhile charged up in front of The Babe and began to pummel her with forearms to her chest. The Babe was knocked deeper into the corner with each one as Lace turned and walked over to the fallne Ms. Liberty, grabbing hold of her wrist and pulling her up from the mat.

As Ms. Liberty rose, her bloodshot, tear filled eyes met Lace's and the two exchanged stares before Lace used her friends arm to toss her into the corner. Ms. Liberty's back slammed against the corner as her arms fell up and over the ropes on either side fo her. Again Lace paused to watch as Bertha grabbed The Babe by the hair and ran toward the side of the ring, pulling the mature blonde alongside of her. Reaching the side ropes, Bertha then shoved The Babe forward, her momentum causing ehr body to dip over the top rope. Bertha then bent down and lifted The Babe's legs, tossing her over the top rope and out of the ring, eliminating her from the match.

“With 10 minutes and 3 seconds left, The Babe has been eliminated. Ms. Liberty is still the runner up and if she can survive The Gauntlet for the remaining 10 minutes and 3 seconds, she will move on to the final match.”

But with Ms. Liberty still wilting from the corner, it wasn't looking good for her. Bertha meanwhile turned to glance at Lace, noticing that the sheer-topped beauty wasn't moving toward her. She then turned in the opposite direction and saw Ms. Liberty in the corner with her arms still dangling over the top ropes. So Bertha marched toward Ms. Liberty's corner and began to attack. The beleagured brunette tried to preapre for the attack, but Bertha greeted her attempt with a sidekick to her belly, knocking Ms. Liberty backward. She then shoved her hand beneath Ms. Liberty's chin and held her face while moving closer.

"You didn't really think you were going to survive, did you?" she whispered menacingly.

But just after Bertha finished her threat, Lace rushed up behind her and slammed her foot into Bertha's back, knocking her into Ms. Liberty. With the two piled together, Lace then dove forward, driving her shoulder into Bertha's back, causing her to further crush Ms. Liberty against the turnbuckles. Bertha raised her hand and placed it against the trapped brunette's face before using it to push herself upright. Lace meanwhile had strolled back to the opposite corner, set herself, and then charged forward. As she approached she duccked her head, preparing to ram her shoulder even more brutally into Bertha's back. But Bertha skipped aside, leaving Lace to ram her shoulder instead into Ms. Liberty's already battered midesection.

"AAAWWWWW!" howled the brunette as Lace's shoulder buried into her intestinal cavity.

Lace had not intended to strike Ms. Liberty directly, but also didn't seem too upset that she had. But as Lace began to straighten up, Bertha rushed up behind her, grabbed her by the hair and ripped Lace over to the side ropes. She then quickly shoved Lace's throat down onto the top rope before applying pressure to the back of her head, using the rope to choke her.

With her arms flailing out to her sides, Lace struggled to get free but was unable to do so as Bertha then stepped up onto the middle rope, pushing down even harder to apply the choke. Lace's body dipped forward as a result, her large chest hanging in front of her and dancing wildly from beneath her flimsy top as Bertha pushed down harder and harder. Lace felt herself growing more and lightheaded as the air was choked out of her, Bertha shwoing no signs of letting up. Finally though she pulled Lace's head up, the pretty brawlers face red as she gasped for air.

But Bertha was not a very sympathetic woman and quickly shoved Lace's throat back down onto the rope. As she pushed Lace's head down with one hand, she used the other to reach forward and grab the middle rope before yanking it upward. Lifting the taut cable, Bertha finally got it high enough so that it was elevated over the back of Lace's head. she then let go of it, casuing the cable to snap down onto the back of Lace's neck. Bertha stepped away, having now trapped Lace's head between the two entwined ropes which were not only holding her in place, but continuing to choke her.

The crowd roared at Bertha's domination to this point, and even though most of them had not cast a vote for her, they applauded her efforts in the ring. elektra meanwhile was truly enjoying the action, especially since she considered Lace to be her toughest competiion. And the fact that Ms. Liberty wasn't faring very well either only added to Elektra's delight.

Bertha however was out of breath and took a moment to breathe deeply. Not in the best of shape, that fact had begun to take it's toll on her. But as she sucked in a final gulp of air, Ms. Liberty surprisingly had pushed herself out of the corner and was approaching.

The two came toe-to-toe and immediately, Bertha went for the jugular, literally. She lunged forward and wrapped her fingers around Ms. Liberty's throat, but as the experienced brunette gagged, she also lifted her knee and drove it into Bertha's ribs. Though the blow was not delivered with great force, it was strong enough however to cause Bertha to grunt and drop the choke. Ms. Liberty then shoved her hip into Bertha's gut, reached back and grabbed her by the head and hip tossed her to the canvas.

Bertha landed hard on her butt before falling down onto her back, Ms. Liberty trudging over to where Lace remained coiled and choking in the ropes. She reached forward and grabbed one fo the ropes, beginning a struggle to lift it off of Lace's head. Despite the fact that Lace had broken their agreement, Ms. Liberty did nto want to leave her trapped. If it was going to be a fight, it was at least going to be a fair fight. But as she struggled to lift the rope off of Lace's head, Bertha was able to get to her feet, sneak up behind Ms. Liberty and grab her by the hair on the back of her head. Surprised, Ms. Liberty was helpless to prevent Bertha from pushing her throat down onto the entangled ropes, directly alongside her ensanred friend.

Again Bertha began to chose one of her adversaries on the top rope, though this time it was Ms. Liberty who was her victim. But after a few seconds of choking, Bertha then grabbed the ropes and quickly yanked on them, forcing Ms. Liberty to shoot back into the ring. As she fell down onto her back, the tension of the activity on the cable had only tightened the grip around Lace's throat, choking her even more severely. By now she was weak and dizzy, her face bright red.

Turning, Bertha reached down to grab hold of Ms. Liberty's ankle, but the tirless brunette instead kicked her leg forwwrd, striking Bertha on the thigh. Though again not hard enough to do any real damage, Ms. Liberty had at least slowed the attack as she sat upright. Bertha then again moved in, reaching for a handful of black hair, but Ms. Liberty was able to fire a weak jab into Bertha's gut.

Surprised by how soft her attacker's midsection was, Ms. Liberty struggled to get onto one knee as Bertha stumbled back a step, but then again moved forward. Again Bertha reached for Ms. Liberty's hair, but this time the brunette was able to snatch hold of her wrist and, as she rose to ehr feet, twisted Bertha's arm out to her side. Surprisingly Ms. Liberty now had the upper hand as she jerked on Bertha's outstretched arm to apply more pressure. Finally though she gave a quick spin move and Bertha flipped forward, falling onto her back. Remembering hwo soft Bertha's belly was, Ms. Liberty then trudged up next to her and sent a stomp down into the soft paunch.

As Bertha groaned, cluthcing her midsection as she rolled onto erh side, again Ms. Liberty hobbled over to Lace. She again began the attempt to lift the ropes off of Lace's head and, after a short struggle, was finally successful. Lace remained hunched forward, the energy chocked out of her as she gasped for air. But then Ms. Liberty leaned forward while snatching hold of her wrist and pulling her erect.

You okay?" , she asked Lace, who eventually nodded her head while clutching her throat. "Good. I've got to make this look real, so sorry about this." , she whispered sarcastically, repeating Lace's earlier words to her.

Ms. Liberty then pulled the panting Lace back to the side ropes before shotting ehr across the ring by her arm. Lace ran froward, her large bosom bouncing up and down with each step until she rebounded off of the ropes and raced back towards Ms. Liberty, who hit her with a hard clothesline across her chest. Lace fell hard onto her back as Ms. Liberty straightened up, standing over her and staring down at her opponent.

Bertha meanwhile had gotten to her feet and stood in the far corner watching. With Ms. Liberty and Lace squaring off, she decided to use the opportunity to tkae a break. After all, Lace would have to eliminate Ms. Liberty in order to survive, so Bertha decided to use some strategy and let the two of them fight it out.

With Lace trying to roll onto her side, Ms. Liberty again grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to her feet. Without another wrod spoken between them, Ms. Liberty then grabbed Lace in a front headlock, forcing her to bend forward as she wrapped her arm around Lace's head. But Lace wasn't done yet. So as her friend tried to apply more pressure, Lace began to drive forward, using her powerful legs to force Ms. Liberty backward until she slammed into the corner. But the brunette would not release the headlock, so as Lace kept her pinned to corner, Ms. Liberty continue to wrench her freind's neck painfully. Watching from her throne, Elektra snickered, but then chastised Bertha for standing and watching.

"Get in there and fight you fat cow!" Bertha turned to her and smirked, refusing to let Elektra taunt her.

"I'm saving myself to kick your ass!" , she replied in her deep, gravely voice.

Meanwhile the struggle in the corner ensued until finally, Lace worked her right ram free and while still bent over and trapped in the headlock, reached up and grabbed a handful of hair from the back of Ms. Liberty's head. she began to pull down on it, forcing the brunette's back to arch backward. The continued to struggle for a few more moments until finally Ms. Liberty could no longer hold the headlock in place. Free, Lace quickly stood upright, still pulling down on the back of Ms. Liberty's head. and rammed her forehead forward, driving it dreictly between Ms. Liberty's large, sweaty breasts.

The blow caused a loud THUD from Lace's head striking Ms. Liberty's breastplate, and the brunette fell backward into the corner again. Lace then shoved one arm between Ms. Liberty's legs while wrapping the other around the sid eof her neck and, with a slight bend and a deep grunt, hoisted the full-figured brunette into the air. Ms. Liberty's body was lifted horizontally as Lace began to stumble over to the side ropes. As she carried her friend, Lace whispered again down to her.

"Sorry Ms. Liberty, but I really want to win this thing."

Trying desperatly to kick her legs and slap at Lace with her hands, Ms. Liberty noticed the side of the ring drawing closer. And as they reached the ropes, Lace hauled her body further into the air before dropping her over the top rope. Ms. Liberty landed with a loud THUD on the ring apron as Lace looked out to the announcer to watch him announce Ms. Liberty's elimination. But since she was still on the ring apron, no announcement came. So to finally get closure, Lace punted her foot forward, kicking Ms. Liberty of of the ring apron until she rolled down onto the concrete floor below, out of the competition.

“With 2 minutes left, Ms. Liberty has been eliminated. Lace is now the next runner up and if she can survive The Gauntlet for the remaining 2 minutes, will move on to the final match.”

But Bertha had other ideas and finally sprung into action. With Lace standing at ringside and staring down at her fallen friend, Bertha charged up behind her just as the announcement concluded and again pressed her throat down onto the rope and began to choke her on it. Having had a chance to rest for a a couple fo mintues, Bertha had renewed energy, and used it to apply even more pressure to the bakc of Lace's head. The busty wrestler's body was forced to dipp down a couple of feet as the rope dug into her throat, choking the life out fo her.

Elektra watched, laughing out loud as Lace struggled to stay conscious. Finally however, with the clock ticking down Bertha released the pressure and left Lace's body dangling from the ropes. Bertha then tried to grab hold of Lace's legs in order to lift them over the rope, but Lace was able to kick enough to prevent it. Frustrated, Bertha grabbed Lace by the hair, spun her around and hit her with a hard forearm to her chin. Lace's head shot to the side as she fell against the ropes once more. Bertha then grabbed another handful of her hair and began to pull her violently across the ring. Lace was hunched over as she was dragged alongside Bertha, her right arm waving high at her side.

Reaching the side of the ring, Bertha again tried to hoist Lace's body over the ropes, but again Lace found a way to survive, flailing her arms to prevent Bertha from getting a grip. Growin angryier as the seconds ticked away, Bertha finally straightened up and prepared to shove Lace, but the tough brawler thrust her hands forward and locked a two handed choke onto her older nemesis. The crowd roared as Bertha now flailed her arms in an effort to break free. Lace's face grew red from the intensity of the pressure she was applying, finally forcing Bertha to collapse to her knees. But Lace did nto relent, and finally Bertha's eyes closed and she collapsd to the floor, Lace standing ominously over her.

The crowd roared as a battered and bruised Lace stared down at Bertha, whose only movement was her body heaving up and down from her heavy breathing. She was conscious, just barely, but could not muster the strength to get up as the clock ticked down to zero and the bell rang to signal the end of The Gauntlet. The good news was that Lace had survived a brutal test, eliminating her friend Ms. Liberty in the process. The bad news was that her night had just begun, now having to take on Elektra to win the title of Veteran Bikini Wrestler of the Year.

“THE SURVIVOR OF THE GAUNTLET AND NOW MOVING ON TO FACE ELEKTRA FOR THE VETERAN BIKINI WRESTLER OF THE YEAR TITLE ….. LACE !”

The buxom beauty smiled as her face winced with pain. She placed her hands on her kness and tried to catch her breath, knowing there would be little time to rest.

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