Choked Out, Rubbed Out: A Bad Day for Maia
It was a bad day for Maia in the ring. Not only had she agreed to a Knockout Rules match, but little did she know about the secret humiliation that would mark its end. The Bosnian grappler with the supermodel good looks, huge rack, slender body, long brown hair, and wide, luscious lips, was being destroyed. Alison, the statuesque blonde, a veteran grappler in the WWA, and a former world champion and tag team champion, relished her dominance, an eager, wild look about her face, while she hit Maia with rights and lefts to the face as Maia staggered around the ring. She finally collapsed in the corner. Alison slowly walked up to Maia, growing more excited the closer she got. She stood over Maia, who looked totally exhausted, her gray, high cut wrestling singlet with red trim soaked with perspiration, and her legs, clad in subtle gray fishnets and gray shiny boots rubbery with fatigue. Alison loved how weak and helpless Maia looked, especially compared to how fit, beautiful and indominable she had looked when she came bounding to the ring. Alison had smiled, thinking of how she would destroy and defeat the perfect looking girl-- a Knockout Rules match was one of the most sadistic matches in the WWA. To win, you had to knock out your opponent by any legal means-- strikes, knockout hold, a violent throw for a count of three. Then, you had to be pinned for a count of 10. Alison got wetter and wetter just thinking about it. She also had a little extra secret for the finish that Maia would be shocked to know about. Maia reached out to the ropes and pulled ineffectively at them, her face grimacing with the effort, willing herself to get to her feet. But Alison cut her off, grabbing her with a big handful of her thick, wavy brown hair and hauling her to her feet. Alison shoved Maia to the corner, hitting her with 5 big reverse knife edge chops to the chest, Maia groaning and convulsing with each blow.
Maia had mustered little offense in the match despite being a top, highly regarded young competitor in the WWA. Today, Alison, wearing a white halter and bikini and white boots, had hit her early with an illegal chop to the throat as the match began, crippling Maia's breathing. The ref never saw it, though she questioned Alison. Alison then began working Maia over, particularly with a long, grinding bearhug and more (legal this time) chokeholds to wear her out.
When Alison was done chopping Maia to pieces, Maia stumbled out of the corner and fell facedown in the center of the ring. Alison immediately dashed over and hit her in the back of the neck with a leg drop, followed by two thudding elbow drops that made the ring shake, and finally several stomps to the back of the head. Maia had stopped moving with the leg drop, and Alison wondered if she was unconscious.
Alison dropped quickly down beside Maia and slid her strong legs around her rib cage. She pulled Maia's head up by the hair, and, squeezing lightly with her legs, asked Maia "are you asleep, girly?"
Maia moaned, but her eyes were closed, and her mouth hung open slackly.
"We're not done here yet, girly-girl," Alison said. She looked hungrily at Maia's barely conscious form. She slapped Maia lightly on the face to rouse her. The crowd sensed the body scissors were only a sham, and that Alison was prolonging the match to inflict more cruel destruction on Maia's helpless body, so they rained boos down on the gorgeous blond. Alison smiled and responded by running her tongue over Maia's face and kissing her full lips, plunging her tongue deep into Maia's unresponsive mouth.
Alison suddenly got to her feet, dropping Maia's head on the mat. Her head bounced and lay still. Alison paraded around the ring, taunting the crowd. They don't know what I'm going to do to her, she thought. The idea made her start to get wet all over again. She hid her excitement by telling people in the crowd to shut up because they were ugly and stupid.
"You wouldn't know what to do with a woman like me!" she shouted, holding up both her arms. For real, she thought.
Maia began to stir, and she rolled over onto her side. Alison noticed her moving, and quickly rolled her onto her back. Maia was still semi-limp, and flopped over, yielding. Alison then began slapping her face back and forth.
"Wake up, princess," Alison taunted. Maia came to in a rush, rolling over and looking around confusedly.
"Where am I?" she mumbled.
Alison grabbed her by her hair and yanked so fiercely that Maia's back arched and her hands stole to her head. Maia's breasts were thrust forward, and the crowd got an eyeful of her magnificent cleavage and perfect body, bent backwards and on display. Maia moaned, and her mouth hung open.
Alison slammed her 10 times in the chest with forearms from behind, then picked her up and spun her body around violently onto the mat in a powerslam. She stood up immediately, bounced off the ropes, and hit her with her Jumping Body Press. Maia's body jerked helplessly as Alison crashed down on her. Alison stood up again, and hit her again with another Jumping Body Press. Maia jerked less violently this time, and her head shook back and forth slowly, her hands on her belly, moaning and whimpering.
Alison rose one final time, and this time and splashed on top of Maia, body to body. She shoved Maia's legs apart so that their pussies were in direct contact. She circled Maia's neck with one arm, and clamped the other hand over her mouth, just covering her nose. Alison sighed, and then began grinding her pelvis against Maia's. She then unleashed her surprise on Maia. Alison's bikini was padded in such a way so that it was not visible from the outside during a match, but when she applied pressure to it, the rigid padding on her crotch would transmit pressure to her clit and outward to another surface-- in this case, Maia's clit. Alison bucked and ground away on Maia just as Maia began to lose consciousness from the Front Chancery Choke Hold. But when she started feeling the movement and pressure on her, and the undeniable pleasurable sensation, her eyes widened immediately in shock-- only to roll back into her head and she began to pass out. Alison kept a close watch on Maia, and periodically loosened and tighened the hold to keep Maia's consciousness at a minimal level between wake and sleep. She kep grinding and pumping, letting Maia have a little gasp of air and blood to her brain. Maia made small choking noises, and loud groans and shrieks of exquisite pleasure mixed with intense suffering, her eyes rolling and fluttering, shutting and opening. She was close to orgasm, but in disbelief that this could be happening during a wrestling match, and so close to unconsciousness that she couldn't do anything to stop it from happening. The crowd began screaming at the competitors, as the intensity in the stadium rose.
Alison released the hold momentarily to adjust her bikini, and when she started up again, Maia felt the pressure increase on her clit by ten-fold. She groaned loudly through Alison's hand, weakly pressing her teeth against and reflexively sucking on her fingers. She opened her mouth and gave a loud shriek of pain as Alison rocked back and forth on her. Maia felt her body come to a sudden, hot climax, electricity running through her body, as she shook and trembled with the orgasm, just as Alison turned on the pressure to her face and neck, and she abruptly lost consciousness. Even passed out, her body twiched and spasmed. For another minute as the ref checked on her. Alison kept the hold locked on as the ref picked up Maia's limp arm three times, and each time it fell to the mat.
Alison paused on top of Maia, feeling her tense, magnificent body go suddenly limp beneath her. In a moment, she released the Choke hold, brushed her fingers against Maia's full, taut breast, and stroked her lean thighs. She felt Maia's firm abs through the thin cloth of her spandex wrestling outfit, and, with a final push against her body, felt herself cum in a rush, but she held it, held it in ferociously, shuddering just slightly as she came.
The ref began counting the pinfall while Alison perched on Maia. During the count, Alison caressed Maia's breasts, licked and kissed them, bit teasingly at the nipples, then hit Maia hard in the face. She then grabbed Maia's face with one hand, licked her on her lips, biting gently at the bottom lip, kissing her mouth dominantly, backhanding her hard across the face again. She thrust her fingers into Maia's mouth, working them in and out, and hitting her one final time as the ref counted 10. When she stood up she kicked Maia across the boobs, which quivered and shook. Then she stomped on her crotch, making her body convulse.
Alison left the ring holding her arms aloft, a warm, dissociated feeling suffusing her body as she sucked up the boos and hatred from the crowd. She went back to the ring and stomped on defenseless, helpless Maia's head and crotch one more time before she left for good.
Match Result: Alison dominated Maia in 6:57 with a Front Chancery Chokehold
After the match: the WWA ruled the results would stand, although Alison was heavily fined by the Alliance. Maia was ruled unable to compete, and was immediately sent to the ER after the match. She took several hours to return to consciousness. She was diagnosed with several minor injuries, and was scheduled for a follow-up medical appointment, physical rehab, and a psychiatric evaluation in order to be cleared to return. She would be out for at least 2 weeks.
