[Brandiprowstls]

We thought all you pro wrestling fans might like to read the return bout between Erica and I, being as we posted our first title match and it was well received.  This one features quite a long back story.  We make no apology for this as story lines are what pro wrestling is all about, but we realise this is not for everyone.  If this is includes you, then all due respect to you, but maybe read one of the many other excellent posts on here.  But if you like this kind of thing, do read on.  We’d be delighted to hear your comments.




ERICA VS BRANDI: THE RETURN MATCH - HEEL VS HEEL



BRANDI

The city of Las Vegas is buzzing even more than usual on the eve of the big women’s world title match about to take place.  People are in town from all over to witness this clash between the long standing champion and the new up and coming challenger who emerged out of nowhere a few weeks ago and has now been substituted into this match at the last minute.  The excitement has been heightened even more by speculation about what happened to the scheduled wrestler, Sweet Sadie, who suffered injury as a result of a mysterious attack. 

At first opinion held that the Champion may have arranged the attack to protect her title belt but then internet footage emerged of Sadie’s recent European tour.  The match took place in the UK in  a town on the south coast called Brighton.  The footage shows Sadie and the current challenger, UK Champion Brandi Wilson going at it in a wild back and forth match up until both women are sweaty and exhausted.  Then, out of nowhere, Sadie finds herself draped across the middle rope and Brandi nails her with her now signature 619 finishing move!  Brandi then leaps into the ring from the apron and off the top rope to splash down on a dazed Sadie and hook her leg for the pin!    As soon as this result became apparent some of the suspicion shifted from Erica the champion to Brandi the challenger, with resentment being her motive as she had just beaten the supposed number one contender in a match held across the Atlantic.  The debate rages furiously as to which girl was responsible.  Not that it matters now.  It’s  Erica vs Brandi with the belt on the line and Sadie can do nothing about it!  A fact that Brandi gleefully points out in several interviews.

On the day of the match the actual venue is a hive of activity.  Both wrestlers have their staff working furiously on the merchandise stands selling tee shirts, posters, signed photos and, for huge sums of money, previously worn ring outfits.  It is noticeable though how the balance of sales has shifted since the last time these two wrestlers met.  Before, Brandi was an unknown and her stall was virtually ignored.  Now she matches Erica sale for sale and this has undoubtedly hurt the profit margins of the champion’s merchandising operation.  To make matters worse, Brandi is as much a centre of media attention as the champion and in an interview for cable TV Brandi has this to say:

“You ask me do I think I have a chance of winning the title tonight?  To which I say, categorically, yeah I do!  In our last match I had Erica down on the mat and stunned from the 619.  I should have pinned her there and then.  But I’m not gonna lie, the occasion had gone to my head, and I couldn’t resist showing off to the crowd which gave HER precious time to recover.  That was a school girl error that I won’t make again.  So Erica, honey, make the most of your remaining time in Vegas as champion with all your groupie fans and the hangers on.  Because tomorrow when you ain’t got that belt no more, your hotel suite is gonna be a very lonely place!”

ERICA

When I first heard the news, I “accidentally” dropped a champagne bottle and it crashed against the wall of a hotel room where I was partying with my groupies. I had everything planned perfectly. Surely the only option the promoters would have would be the old “local competitor” where they scrounge up some local jobber for a beatdown so the paying fans don’t scream for a refund of their ticket prices. But then they found YOU!

I have to admit though that my PR team did an awesome job finding that footage of you beating Sadie in Brighton and planting some news stories to redirect the suspicion toward you.  But I still have two things bothering me now...first...I know deep in my heart I barely beat you last time in San Diego. I haven’t lost my confidence. But I am a little concerned that you’re better than I originally expected. And because I thought I was facing an easy title defense in Vegas I’ve been hitting the chocolate and red wine too hard and the gym not hard enough.

And second, in the lead up to the match my online sales of merchandise have gone down the toilet. My marketing guy says “Brandi’s the hot thing now in merch!” Well shit!

My devious pretty little head has been busy. And now it’s set in motion. This is going to be perfect. As I sit in my hotel room watching a live cable TV interview I sneer and mutter every time the camera shows your sorry face and I have to hear you talk about hitting me with a 619. But as the interview winds to an end, I keep watching...ok come on boys...one of the lurkers who was watching the interview from the shadows kicks over a table to cause a commotion...then another guy appears from the shadows on the other side wearing a ski mask...and a Sweet Sadie t-shirt.  He does a quick pose in front of the camera flashing his t shirt with Sadie’s name and thrusting his hand in the air as he screams “Justice for Sadie!” Then spins and uses the expandable metal baton in his hand to SWING it hard toward your left knee before shoving and pushing his way thru the shocked bystanders and disappearing into the shadows.

I watch with wicked glee as the camera man tries to capture footage of the chaos....unfortunately in the chaos he can’t get a good shot of you and several people seem to be thronging around to check on you...I smile wickedly, thinking at best you’ll be out of commission for the match...and at worst you’ll be injured and at a big disadvantage if you’re even still able to compete...

This is such a horrible, unfortunate turn of events.  Hehe...Sadie should be ashamed to have such a vile fanatical “fan” who would do such a thing...

I have several parties I’m scheduled to attend on this last evening before the big match. And I make the rounds partying hard...but constantly checking social media on my phone for news about the horrible attack on the plucky Brit up and comer. 


BRANDI

“This is getting out of hand.  This thing is fucking getting out hand!”  Lee, my manager of many years, is panicking, his broad forehead produced by a prematurely receding hairline is glistening with droplets of sweat.  I was always afraid that when I hit the big time he would be out of his depth and this confirms it for me.  After this escapade, however it turns out, Lee is history.

Although to be fair to him, the pressure is pretty much on right now.  We are sat in the patients’ lounge at the medical centre  waiting for the results of the scan on my knee.  I really don’t understand how I got here.  That hooded guy came out of nowhere.  He struck my knee once and vanished.  I went down, knowing he had done some damage.  It’s now just a question of how much.  The scan will determine whether I can wrestle or not.  But whether I can win if I do wrestle is clearly looking doubtful.

“Is it hot in here, or is it just me?” I say, removing my black cropped leather jacket.  My tight jeans had to be cut off so my knee could be examined so now I am sat there in a white vest and my ‘lucky’ black silk thong.  Lee says nothing but wipes his brow as he studies his phone, not at all distracted by the sight of my lack of attire.  Well, he has seen it all before.

“This thing has gone viral.  It’s turning into a Tonya and Nancy.  Everyone is now assuming we were behind the attack on Sadie and this was done to you in revenge.  It’s huge.  No.  Its fucking humungous!  Look at those numbers!  But what do we do?  Do we say nothing?  Do we issue a denial?  Or wait a minute.  Maybe we go with it.  Play it for all its worth.  Make you wrestling’s new super heel?  What do you think?”

“I think I need to know what’s going on with my knee.  I don’t give a fuck what bullshit people are saying out there so put that phone away or I’ll shove it up your.........”

The door opens and the knee specialist comes in holding some images.  I look at him and raise questioning eyebrows.  “It could be worse,” he says.  “There’s no permanent tissue damage.  You won’t need surgery if you rest it and follow the physio programme I give you.”

I look at him, distinctly unimpressed and the beaming smile he is giving me slowly melts off his face.  “Can I wrestle for the title?” I ask him.

“My advice would be total rest for two weeks and then a graduated programme of exercise but no contact sport for at least four weeks.”

“I’m not interested in your cover your own ass advice, Doc.  What I need to know is if there is some way you can patch me up good enough to get through the match.  We’ll pay whatever it takes to make you feel more comfortable about this course of treatment.”

He looks a little shifty all of a sudden.  “Well, we could inject it.  Do one now.  And again just before you go on.  That would greatly reduce the pain.  Of course the danger with that is if there is further damage done to the knee joint.  You won’t be able to feel it happening.  Now I don’t follow wrestling but I’m assuming your opponent won’t exactly be deliberately avoiding your knee during the fight.”

“Nope, that she won’t.”  I reply grimly.  I purse my crimson painted lips as I ponder this one.  She did this, I think to myself.  Just like she did Sadie.  If she stops me now, I might never be allowed another crack at the title.  She’ll fix it so that she fights pretty crowd pleasing jobbers for the rest of her career.  “Okay, Doc, do it!  Fix me up as best as you can.  And Lee.  If you are asked about my knee, say that luckily it’s fine, but I was brought here to the medical centre for a precautionary check up.  And don’t you say anything in response to those media allegations.  If those morons out there want to think I’m the new Tonya Harding so be it.  We’ll save the fervent denials for when the police come calling.”

Lee looks at me in horror.  “The police?  You don’t think........”. Oh my god.  I think Lee just pooped his pants.  I really need to get me a new manager!



ERICA

I sit on the plush couch, fancy Jimmy Choo pumps on my feet as they prop up on the fancy glass coffee table and I lounge there, tv remote in one hand and a glass of red wine in the other...practically giggling as I watch some guy with scared eyes answer questions for a reporter about how Brandi is ok but she just went to the hospital “as a precaution “ and plans to compete in the big match. Behind me a couple of bad looking dudes wearing Sweet Sadie shirts fix themselves drinks at the bar before coming over to lounge on either side of me on the couch.  I purr “they say she’s ok...please tell me that’s just a facade for public consumption “. Vinny, the taller of the two, who swung the baton, holds a whiskey in one hand while his other hand runs up and down my left thigh...”Don’t worry babe I got da bitch good...a nice solid whack...her little left knee ain’t gonna be worth shit tomorrow evening haha!”

All three of us burst into wicked laughter and swig our drinks before I start slithering and rubbing my body against both guys playfully as they make an Erica sandwich on the plush couch....

The next morning...we’ll almost lunch time because we partied and slept late...as I leave the hotel a reporter shoves a mic in front of my face and asks what I was think about the events of the night before...

“Well...I hate to hear about anyone getting hurt in an unprovoked attack...but this Sadie and that crazy British bitch what’s her name...it’s just sad they’ve besmirched the good name of professional wrestling...it’s sad a couple of thuggish low life scum like that can distract alllllll the attention from where it should be....”

The reporter interjects...”you mean the attention should be on tonight’s match correct?”

“Humfff! No I mean the attention should be on ME! I AM the champion aren’t I?! The undisputed queen of the ring! And all you peons want to do is ask me about a couple of trashy whores who seem to dislike each other...now get out of my way!”

The reporter stumbles into her camera man as i shove past her and Vinny holds the door open as I climb into the back of a limousine and it speeds away down the Vegas Strip.



BRANDI

It’s an hour before the match and I’m sat in my locker room at the venue, my knee aspirated, injected and strapped.  The good old doc wasn’t totally frank about how it would feel.  He warned me it still might be a little sore and it is but, to be honest, I don’t have a day in my life when some bit or other of me isn’t sore so that’s no big deal.  He said nothing about how stiff it would be though but I guess that was a given.  The injection kills pain. It doesn’t restore loss of flexibility.  Still, it is what it is and I am here to compete for the belt.

I’m only just here though, having had to be driven the short distance from my hotel, The Vidara, to the venue in a vehicle with blacked out windows and then smuggled in thru the back door.  Normally, I would stroll into a venue, sign the odd bit of merchandise, pose for some selfies, chat with fans.  But not tonight.  A baying mob has gathered outside chanting something about justice for Sadie and I’m their main figure of hate.  Still, it was a neat move by Lee having all those Justice for Sadie tee shirts made up so quickly.  He managed to sell a couple of hundred of those at twenty dollars a time which will just about cover my medical expenses.

I’m changed into my ring gear already.  I’ve gone for a slightly more contemporary outfit this time around, abandoning my leather one piece for a skimpy gold metallic sports bra style top, black leather shorts with open laced up sides and ‘Hustler’ emblazoned in gold across the ass.  The obligatory slutty  fishnets of course.  Then in order to conceal the strapping on my knee, I’ve had to get hold of some thigh high, flat soled boots especially for this match.  Still it isn’t exactly a terrible look for a newly cast ‘bad girl’ like me and they do offer my knee a modicum of extra protection.  I’ve got my  black leather ring jacket draped around my shoulders and I’m finishing lacing up the high boots when Lee bursts in thru the door.

“Hey, nice boots, hon.” He says smirking massively.  “How about you wrap those around my neck later?”
“Yeah right, Lee.  How about you go fuck yourself!”
“Oh that’s harsh ya know, Brandi.  But maybe you won’t be quite so cold towards me when you hear my news!”  He’s still smirking even after the massive put down.  And he’s clutching a laptop I notice.
“What’s going on, Lee?”
“You won’t believe this.  You really won’t.”  I glare at him and just use my eyebrows to tell him to get on with it.  “Okay.  Right.  You know that the police tried to follow the escape route of the knuckleheads who attacked you in the hotel lobby after the interview?  And they followed them on the security cameras out of the front door and as far as the parking lot.  But then they were gone.  Poof!”
I nod, pull a ‘so what? face’ and give him more eyebrows.  “Well I been talking to my friend James, you know the genius techie guy who is in charge of the hotel security cameras.  He was kinda bummed out that the police just took the camera footage and didn’t seek his help in viewing it.”
“Hmmm.  Is this the same genius who had to leave his last position because he installed his own cameras in the women’s locker room at the gym?  And is that maybe why the police weren’t keen on using his services?”
“Well yes.  But he really knows his stuff as the cameras in the women’s locker room demonstrated.  But putting that aside.  James has been looking into what happened independent of the police.  He says there’s a blindspot in the parking lot cameras and he wondered if the attackers knew about it.  And it turns out they did.  Because look at this.”

Lee flips open the lap top, fiddles with it for a few moments and then the camera footage rolls.  “This is less than two minutes after the attack.  It’s the same guys, minus their hoods.  They’ve doubled back into the hotel.”

“Yeah.  Definitely them.  But I wish I could make out their faces.  It’s poor definition.  And where they hell is this anyway?”

“This, my dear, is the walkway which runs from the Vidara to the back door of the Bellagio.  These guys have doubled back, making everyone think they were going to a vehicle to escape and so no one has looked for them here.  Now here’s them coming into the Bellagio.  And we can watch them making their way through the whole place to the suite elevators.  Then they come out and they are on the corridor.”
“Hey!  Hey!  I know those guys.  I can make out their faces now.  They’re  the guys who are porking Erica!  I heard it’s threesome central every night!  So whose room is that they are going into?  Do you know?  I bet you know don’t you?”  Lee’s grin is huge.  “It isn’t?  Surely not?  They legged it straight back to Erica to celebrate.  And I can imagine how!”

“I managed to persuade James to leave this with me and not go to the police.  But he wants something in return.” Lee looks lees assured suddenly.  More eyebrows from me.  “He wants your outfit.”
“Oh right, fine.  We’ve still got some in the box haven’t we?”
“No.  He wants your actual ring outfit.  Straight away.  Fresh from the fight as it were.  Actually, probably not so fresh if I know you.”
“Thanks hon.  That’s real nice.  I work damned hard in that ring you know.  Okay, the pervert can have it.  But he says nothing to anyone about this.  And neither do we......until the time is right!



ERICA

T-Mobile Arena is buzzing with energy on the big day, throngs filling the concourses and occasional near fights erupting as fans of rival wrestlers get a little too worked up and have to be separated by the police.

I’m there working the crowd at my merchandise table. Wearing a black minidress with black seamed hose and ankle strap stilettos, my face caked with dramatic purple and black makeup. My hair is loose and shows streaks of purple and silver. The shiny belt reading Women’s Division Champion hangs around my waist sexily.

Compared to the other tables in the concourse mine provides a stark contrast. While most of the wrestlers seem to attract a fairly diverse cross section of fans, from young to old, rich and poor, different racial and ethnic backgrounds, the crowd milling around my table is much less diverse. It seems the relatively few fans tend to socially awkward if not outright perverted white males. Not only do they not mind my arrogance, my bullying, my blatant rule breaking, they actually LOVE it...and the fact that I have a curvy ass that I don’t mind showing is a plus. Yes, the good girl I’m bullying in the ring might be the girl they’d take home to meet their mother...if they had a chance...I’m the evil whore they really dream about truth be told. And while they are relatively small I number they are rabid in their loyalty and they always buy merch!

Vinny queues them in a nice line waiting their turn to have a picture made with me while Bruno mans the camera. As each fan makes his way to the front, I pose with him, resting my professionally manicured hand on his chest intimately while he curls an arm around my waist and we smile for the camera. A few seconds later the printer spits out a picture he will pay $100 for and then cherish a lifetime hehe...and in just a few minutes’ time we’ve easily paid for the drunken feast and orgy we had at the Bellagio last night haha....


As we rack up easy $$$$ separating these schmucks from their hard earned money I whisper to Vinny asking what the scoop around the arena is about Brandi’s poor leg...he mutters that he heard from a production assistant that it’s swollen to the size of a melon and has had some sort of injection. My purple lips curl into a wicked smile and I chuckle playfully as I curl one arm around another fan and let my hand slide down to his ass squeezing it playfully as we smile for the camera and the flash goes POP as the guy’s eyes widen in shock but pleasant surprise at my playful groping.  As his face seems to be locked in a stunned smile I pat his chest playfully and coo “You better cheer really loud for me while I’m kicking Brandi’s ass tonight, sweetie hehe!” He stammers a reply finally “Y-yes...oh I...I will Erica definitely! You’re the queen!” I giggle “that’s a good boy! Now you pay right over there hehe and they’ll give you your picture hehe!”

A short time later Vinny and Bruno escort me to my dressing room. Vinny hangs a “do not disturb” sign on the door as I unhook my title belt and toss it on the table then spin to face them as I start unzipping my dress and giggle “ok are you boys ready to help mama get loosened up for her match? Hehe!”....

20 minutes later...the show has started...undercard matches are in progress and I can hear occasional cheers from the arena echoing thru he building...I stand in front of a full length mirror looking at my reflection as I check my outfit...a black one piece with purple trim, thong cut in back, shiny tan tights, black calf high leather boots with purple laces. I fluff my streaked hair and turn side to side as I gaze into the mirror. Then I saunter over to the vanity and sit down to touch up my dramatic ...your silly fans might call it whorish...but I’m refined...so it’s “dramatic”...makeup...finally i apply another coat of purple lipstick and pop the top on the tube before tossing it to the table as I smile at myself in the mirror and coo “Ohhhh Brandi sweetie...you’re going down HARD tonight haha...mwahahaha!!!”



BRANDI

The final hour waiting for the call to go to the ring is almost unbearable.  My nerves build to the point where they are only just about good nervous, maybe even borderline destructive nervous as the last couple of matches on the all female card work themselves thru.  I stretch out on the floor of the locker room paying particular attention to my knee of course, as I watch the undercard matches on the tv monitor.  Then finally the knock at the door!

It’s been a great event and now it is time for the headline match!  I’m ushered along the corridor and told to wait in the wings before I make my entrance onto the stage in front of the giant screen which sits at the top of the runway.  The opening guitar riffs of Robert Palmer’s ‘Addicted To Love Strike Up’ on the P.A. System and the audience erupts with noise.  A fireworks display heralds my entrance and a curt nod tells me its time to go!  I walk out, stand in front of the big screen and pose hands on hips, as dramatic action shots from some of my most recent bouts play in the back ground.  A huge surge of adrenaline kicks in as I feel the energy of the crowd.  But tonight it’s a different energy.  Suddenly I’m the bad girl here and you know what?  It feels damn good!

I move off down the aisle.  A cocky slow walk, lotsa hips, my big ass in the tiny black leather shorts wiggling right to left, left to right.  I fluff my loose dark hair as I move and this seems to provoke a torrent of abuse from some fans wearing red ‘Justice for Sadie’ t shirts.  I laugh derisively at them, knowing I actually sold them those shirts.

“Awww shaddup, ya morons!”  I yell at them as I step to the opposite side of the runway to some fans wearing  blue ‘Brandi is Innocent’ t shirts, also sold by me.  I lean in and put an arm around one of these fans making sure there is a camera to get a big close up as I point to the caption on the front of his shirt and say into the camera.  “This guy’s got it right!  He’s telling it like it is!  This guy, right here!”  Then I offer him my cheek which he kisses before I move off. 

Some fans start to chant “Sadie!  Sadie!”  I feign surprise and puzzlement, pulling a pantomime face.  “Who?  Sadie?  Who’s she?”  I ask.  I head towards more blue shirts.  “Sadie?  Have you any idea who she is?  No?  But you know who I am don’t ya?  Yeah that’s right!  The next Women’s World Champion that’s who!”  I plant my big thigh high right boot up on the rail and gesture to a blue shirted guy who right on cue stoops down kisses it.  “You’re my queen!” He shouts and the crowd lets loose a roar of boos and cheers.  Heck, these idiots are so easy to work now I’m considered evil!

I reach the ring and hop up onto the apron.  A quick pose, turning to the crowd with my right arm aloft.  Then I turn to catch the young female ref’s eye.  I’ve decided not to do anything fancy entering the ring, ensuring I look after my knee as much as possible.  Instead I beckon her over and gesture with my hand to the gap between middle and top rope.  It needs to be made bigger.  And she obliges. She sits down on the middle rope and pushes the top up up a little with her hands, allowing me to slip thru oh so slowly and sexily into the ring, offering her my butt as I go. 

Once in the ring I turn on my heels not even bothering to thank the ref for her help, and go for the big pose hanging out over the top turnbuckle until my entrance music is faded and the lights go down on the ring.  I drop down to the mat quietly, ready for my opponent’s entrance.

ERICA

The Queen is going old school tonite with the intro music, as the speakers rattle with the clap-clap- stomp rhythm of Queen’s “We Will Rock You”...the fans clap and stomp along with the rhythm but just as the vocal part of the song is about to kick in the music stops abruptly and the announcer booms out AND INTRODUCING HER OPPONENT ...5’9” AND 155 POUNDS OF PURE SEX APPEAL...SHE IS THE QUEEN OF MEAN...SHE IS THE QUEEN OF THE RING...SHE IS YOUR WOMENS DIVISION CHAMPION...SHE IS ERICA DE VILLLLLLLLE....the crowd erupts in a mixture of boos and a few scattered cheers from pervy looking guys wearing EDV shirts. Spotlights shine on the curtains...but there’s nobody there...the lights swirl around a bit as if trying to find me...the fans murmur anxiously wondering what is going on...

Finally there’s a loud flourish of trumpets like royalty has just arrived...and finally a discernible whirring noise.  ...fans gawk when they finally see it...a throne descending from the roof of the arena...with streamers of black purple and silver silk billowing from each corner of the platform as it lowers down toward the ring...fans gasp in awe and some who hate me can’t resist the urge to mutter “wow!” 

As the cables lower the platform the throne chair becomes more visible, with me sitting on the throne, wearing a purple robe tied at the neck, with black and silver trim...a crown is perched on my head and a shiny scepter rests across my left arm. My right hand does a haughty royal wave as camera flashes go POP...POP POP all throughout the arena...the robe is draped so it will give a peak of my shimmery legs as they are crossed in a posture that is part seductive and part regal...

The platform finally lands in center ring with a slight thump...I extend my hand to the ref and she takes it and helps me step off the platform...she isn’t a big fan and doesn’t particularly care for me but she’s so overwhelmed by the entrance that she actually dips her head and curtsies subconsciously as I walk past her. The throne soon begins to ascend as I strut around the ring, smirking as I look toward your corner.  The front of the robe opens enough as I glide around in a semicircle that it shows the shiny belt around my waist.

Finally settling in my corner, I look across to you and smirk as I hand the ref my scepter and crown, which she lays on top of the ringpost in my corner. Then I take off the robe and she drapes it across the cables connecting the buckles to the post. Finally...the belt...I hold my arms up slightly as she stands behind me and takes off the belt...then as she walks past me I give her a playful pat on the ass and wink at her “You’re doing great, sweetie hehe!”

She holds the belt up high as she goes to center ring, showing it to all sections of the crowd then to you as I cackle...”Remember what I told you, bitch...losers get to look but don’t get to touch! So take a good look at it...that’s as close as you’re going to get to MY belt haha!”


BRANDI

Like every other person in the arena I stand open mouthed as you descend into the ring on a  throne!  How grotesquely ridiculous!  How hideously excessive!  And how fucking cool!  Why didn’t I get to enter the ring like that?  I scowl at Lee sat at ringside.  Not only has he fallen down on the job yet again, but he is giving your entrance a little  clap and only stops when his eyes meet mine.  He just grins sheepishly and shrugs.  Furious now, I rip my little leather jacket from my shoulders and hold it out for him.  “We’ll get here take it you buffoon!”  I roar at him.  He jumps up as if he has been scalded and scuttles to my corner where I fling the jacket at him.  Without another word I spin to face the ring and stand hands on hips, fuming at being upstaged, out budgeted and now taunted by you brandishing the belt at me.

My cheeks have acquired a pinky glow of fury and embarrassment as I glare at the ref who is still pandering to you.  “C’mon referee!”  I shout at her over the din from the crowd.  “Can we just cut the crap and get going?  We’ve come here to wrestle!  This is serious.  There’s a title on the line.  So get over here and check my attire and let’s get started!”

Blonde haired tied in a pony tail, in a tight fitting striped referee’s shirt and black pleather ‘jeggings’, this bitch seems to have forgotten that this match is about the wrestlers and not her!  She needs to watch herself or I’ll knock her right on her pert little ass I think to myself as she flounces across, blowing her cheeks out as if this is such a big ask for her.  She checks my hands and nails, pats me down and then runs her hands lingeringly over my high black boots.  At first I think she is turned on by them but then I realise it is my knee that interests her.

“What have you got under there?  It feels a little bulky?”  She asks.
“What do you think, ref?  I just got attacked by two homicidal maniacs trying to wreck my knee and you guys have done next to nothing to try to find out who it was.  It’s just a bit of precautionary protection is all.”  She looks at me dubiously.  “Hey!  Go and check out the Queen of Sheba over there!  She’s the one who is up all to all the smoke and mirrors tricks and needs watching!”  She gives my knee one last feel through the leather boot and then sidles off across the ring to check you out as I smile sourly across the ring at you.         



ERICA

I watch as the ref lingers in her check of your left leg, calling out giddily “It’s ok she’s just got her knee bandaged, sweetie...she had a little ‘accident’ yesterday hehe!”...

Eventually the ref makes her way to my corner. I hold my hands out letting her check them then hold my arms up slightly letting her run her hands along my shiny hosed hips. I then spin around to face the corner, bending slightly so I can stick my ass out toward her prominently and wiggle it playfully as I look over my shoulder and giggle at her “Wanna check my ass out too? Hehe!” She arches her eyebrows as she looks down at it appearing to give some thought to copping a feel but she realizes it’s a family crowd and simply says “No it looks good just need to check your boots!”

I spin around to face her again...”Of course, sweetie...you’re doing a very thorough job!”   I raise my right foot and let her feel around the top of my pretty black boot. Smiling as I look across the ring to you and wink playfully. I raise my left foot, but just when she reaches for it I “accidentally” lose my balance and have to set my foot down quickly before she can check it. “Oopsie hehe!” She reaches again and I begin to raise my foot again but once again I “stumble” and set my foot down quickly before it’s checked. I reach out grabbing her shoulders to steady myself, pulling her face closer to my black spandex clad bosom as I do...hearing the fans groan and jeer my antics and wondering if you are feeling like you’ve watched this show before...

Some fans yell COME ON CHECK HER! But the ref seems nervous and distracted and doesn’t keep trying. Instead she backs away to center ring and waves to the announcers table and on her cue the bell clangs ? DINGGGGG...as she waves her hands together yelling WRESTLE!

The fans buzz with excitement as they anticipate the start of the action. I step forward slightly and start circling to my right, hands up in a ready position, eyeing you as I grin and wiggle my fingers playfully “Come on bitch...let’s dance hehe!”



BRANDI

I shake my head as I watch your antics with the ref, including duping her into not check your boots properly.  The bitch has done it again I mutter to myself.  It was not a problem for me last time so I don’t bother to protest but my exasperation builds as the ref lets you get away with taking these liberties. 

Then the bell eventually rings!  The crowd erupts in a loud excited cheer.  A return grudge match between not one but two bad girls, sexily attired, both of them revved and eager to get at each other and a title belt on the line!  What’s not to cheer about!

I move out of my corner smartly, my high boots feeling a little clumsier than my normal gold knee high ones.  Still, they’ll feel a little heavy on you too when I get to work on you with them!  For now though they are scurrying madly on the perfectly pristine red mat and  I have to say I’ve never fought in such an immaculate wrestling ring since the last time I faced you.  Gotta hand it to you about that one.  You like to fight in stylish surroundings. 

Not in a mood to be coy, I circle you once then lunge in, testing out my knee, happy to lock up with you and get physical now.  Responding to your wiggled finger invitation, I plant my left boot forwards, my left hand coming up to clamp the back of you neck, my other hand waiting to come up onto your arm as your opposite hand goes to the back of my neck.  My body arches, butt jutting out in my tiny leather shorts, my midriff bare, toned and flat after some ultra hard training in anticipation of a title rematch which has now come to me quite unexpectedly.  Well, I ain’t gonna blow my big chance this time!  “UHHNNNN!”  I groan loudly as I power into you, big fishnet clad thighs flexing as I challenge you to show me your power!......



ERICA

I get closer ...closer...my eyes locked with yours...hearing the fans buzzing with anticipation...when you lean forward I do too...one hand clasping the back of your neck as my other hand grabs your elbow for a classic collar and elbow lock up...

I can smell you as we lock up...and hear your guttural grunt as you strain to push with your legs. I push too, my thick hosed legs and ass cheeks bulging as I drive forward against your body...I’m a few inches taller and more than a few pounds heavier but...we seem locked in a stalemate as I can’t seem to drive you back more than a few inches before you dig in firmly...

I grunt “NGHHHH!” as I DRIVE forward again with my legs and hips...nothing!...this little fucker seems stronger than last time...

So if I can’t overpower...yet anyway...I’ll just go to the backup plan....I quickly shift my right hand to your throat and THRUST upward trying to make you straighten a bit even if just briefly, so I can quickly step closer and SNAP KICK my right boot to the front of your left knee. 



BRANDI

“Uuhhhhhnnn!”  I groan again loudly as we strain together, bodies arched, taut and locked out in a powerful stalemate.  You’ve been spending too much time drinking and fucking with those two pigs who attacked me I think to myself as I manage to hold the power surge that you try to pour on. 

But you’re not just about being a big rough girl with raw power.  That’s only a part of your armoury.  The nasty boot to my knee after you slid a little closer, your sensuous (cheap slut!) perfume filling my nostrils, tells me that down and dirty is definitely part of tonight’s game plan.  Of course, I expected you to go after my knee so in a way your quick snap kick is a good thing, a test to see how resilient it’s going to be. 

Well the test result is pretty conclusive......it fucking hurts!  My leg nearly buckles and but I stay up and suddenly I am trotting backwards at a rate of knots as you bring your extra weight into play.  Actually this isn’t too far from the plan I had for you any way.  I never wanted to match strength moves with you, although I am definitely in better shape than for our first encounter.  Letting you drive me back was in my mind but just not this rapidly.  I boots are clattering madly on the ring boards and I’m struggling to control what’s happening.  I guide us towards the corner.  It looks like  that’s where you will put me and then look to work me over no doubt. 

But I have other ideas.  As I reach the corner I place my left boot on the bottom turnbuckle.  Then my right on the middle one as you continue to drive me back.  Finally I step up and get my  left boot on the top buckle as I use your momentum to lift me high so I am above you now, my weight on your shoulders.  I slide my arm around you neck and then let you take my weight.  I hope that gravity will do the rest as I look to drive you face first into the middle turnbuckle below us in a modified top turnbuckle DDT!........


ERICA

I hear fans gasp audibly as they see your knee yield and hear your howl of pain. I can’t suppress a wicked giggle as I feel you yielding ground. But as we move I become a little concerned you’re retreating TOO quickly.  Of course I’m delighted to see my kick to your knee had an effect but I didn’t expect THIS much of an effect.

So by the time we reach the corner my instincts are on high alert. I feel your body pivot in relation to mine and out of the corner of my eye I see a black boot getting a foothold on the rope. I slow my assault but continue to move forward more slowly and controlled. As I do you seem to love or even higher in relation to my body...oh now I see what she’s up to!

By the time you’re perched with bit feet up off the mat and on the ropes I am ready. When you push against my body trying to send me into the buckles I’m braced and stuff “nghhh! Oh no you don’t!” I snarl as I resist your pushing and quickly snake my right arm between your legs my hand pressing firmly into your thigh, as my left arm wraps around the back of your neck and I LIFT trying to pull you off the ropes and set you across my shoulders in a fireman’s carry!



BRANDI

Shit shit shit!  She read my move.  I thought what I was doing was pretty unorthodox but the sly bitch read my move.  My eyes widen as your arm goes between my legs grabbing onto my thigh and already tearing a hole in yet another pair of brand new fishnet hose.  With your other hand around my neck you have me across your shoulder in a fireman’s carry. 

At least I was able to position myself so I was over just one shoulder rather than both.  I’m hanging down with my gold covered tits pressed into your bare back, kicking my boots furiously to prevent you from setting yourself for your next move which is bound to be bad news for me.  I keep kicking to shift my weight forwards, edging myself further across your shoulder until I can reach down to lock my arms around your big shiny nylon clad thighs.  Then I slide down your back some more.  I hook my boots under your armpits from behind before I pull fiercely with my arms and legs.  Hoping to slip the fireman’s carry, topple you over backwards and transition into a sunset flip for a pin attempt.


ERICA

“Aghh be STILL bitch!” I snarl as I feel you squirming and twisting but I can’t keep you from rotating enough to hang down behind me.

When it’s obvious you’re about to slide all the way to the mat I stop trying to fight it. When you pull hard on my legs I try to flail my arms but before I know it your legs fly up and capture my upper arms and I’m sprawling backwards “what the fuuu whoa!”

Landing with a BAM that rattles the boards and feeling my legs flop up and back over my body...as the crowd erupts in a loud YESSSSS! I find myself suddenly on my back staring up at the bright lights as my shiny legs hang in the air above partially obstructing my view of the arena lights.


BRANDI

I’m clinging to you.  You’re clinging to me.  I’m not sure I can flip you.  You’re not gonna go!  You’re not going over!  Whoooooaaa!  Oh yes you are!  We clatter down to the mat.  Impact jars the base of my spine and rattles all the way up to chatter my teeth but I can’t worry about that right now!  I wrap my arms around your waist and  hug you tightly to me.  My boots pin your arms to the mat loosely.  I’ve got you nicely jack knifed over and I tuck my head down so my cheek rests on your big nylon covered ass displayed in front of me.  That way I avoid the classic double leg chop to the head escape.

I can already feel your body pulsing and writhing in my grasp.  I won’t have long here I know.  I just hope the ref does her job promptly.  I need not worry though.  She might not be dressed like one, but the ref is a Girl Scout at heart and she dives to the mat, checking your shoulders first of course.  Then she slaps the mat with her hand crisply and firmly right out of the referee’s manual.  “ONEaaah!” She calls out in her annoying harsh little voice.

Meanwhile in the crowd two young college girls sit in the front row.  Screaming with excitement, one wearing a blue shirt, the other a red.  These two friends travelled to Vegas together for this event and were thrilled to get ringside seats.  But now they have found themselves on different sides of the furore that has surrounded this match and the tension between them is rising.

“Yessssss!  C’mon Brandi!  Pin that fat bitch!”  The blue girl yells.
“Shit nooo!  Kick out Erica!  Don’t let that Brit slut pin you!” 

Both girls watch open mouthed as the ref raises her hand for the second time.


ERICA

I feel the mat vibrate near my head and hear the ref’s grating voice yell ONE!!...other bitches have tried this one on me...when I was less experienced it even worked a few times ...but not now...and sure as hell not THIS early in a match when I haven’t endured any punishment at all!

My brain quickly assesses the situation—with the sunset flip one of two things is always true...either the attacker doesnt get her head protected in which case I can basically “box her ears” with my inner thighs...or...she takes care to protect her head and in the process gets me folded  WAY over with my ass pushed far forward toward my head...but by doing that the attacker doesn’t control the hips as well and makes it a little easier for a fresh and strong opponent to...

Take a deep breath...then suddenly grunt “Nghhh!” as I TWIST my hips sharply left to right and tuck my chin toward my right shoulder making my right shoulder slide in under my body and by definition my left arm, even though your boot rests across it, rises up enough that the ref’s hand STOPS halfway to the mat and she holds up one finger “That’s a one!”

A majority of the crowd groans AWWWW with disappointment as I continue trying to squirm and twist and tug my waist away from you, now kicking and thrashing my legs wildly hoping to hit something tender or at the very least make it difficult for you to keep hold of me...”Get your hands OFF me bitch!”



BRANDI

I cling to you tightly, more out of hope than expectation.  You’re big, you’re strong and you’re fresh.  Pull this off so soon in the match and I had better go buy myself a lottery ticket because my luck is really in tonight!  Sure enough you explode under me, lifting a shoulder.  Not far, but enough to make the eagle eyed ref break the count.  And then all of a sudden I am holding a lethal weapon in my arms, with big shiny nylon clad legs and big shiny black leather boots flailing around looking to make contact with me.  No way!  Time to jettison this big bundle of trouble! 

I shove you hard in the small of your back to flip you over onto your front.  Then I toy with the idea of hauling you up by your purple tinted hair, but then I think why on earth would I do that? Put more strain on my dodgy knee as I pull you up, only to try to put you back down again?  So instead I just reach for your left arm and twist it up and round, looking to secure a hammerlock, with you face down on the mat and me kneeling alongside you with my leather shorts riding up my ass!

At ringside the the college friends react accordingly.  Blue shirt groans and Red shirt claps and cheers.  “Erica kicked out!  I knew she would!” she says, turning to her friend with beaming smile.  The other girl doesn’t acknowledge her, doesn’t even look at her, but just keeps staring at the action in the ring.  Red shirt turns her attention back to the ring too, her eyes narrowing with irritation as the tension rises between the two girls.



ERICA

I kick and thrash my legs hoping to hit a tender spot. But instead i feel a firm shove to my ass and hip “Wha?! Aghh!” Ending up face down on the mat I start trying to crawl but soon my left arm is grabbed and twisted behind my back causing me to flop down flat on the mat again “Aghhh! Shit! You biii OWWWW! Let me gooo OWWW! Shhiii!”

The bulk of the fans erupt in another ROAR of delight and the ringside commentator yells into his mic something about a nice display of grappling skills by Brandi

The toes of my pretty boots thump on the mat frantically as burning pain radiates from my elbow up into my shoulder. I squirm and turn side to side trying to rock my hips and get loose but when that doesn’t work I pause a couple of seconds.  Taking a deep breath as my eyes dart around looking for options. I see the ropes  a short distance to my right. That’s good. My right hand is free.

Another quick deep breath, then grit my teeth as I put my right hand on the mat under my shoulder so I can briefly PUSH up slightly, knowing it will briefly magnify the pain in my left arm but “aghhh!” I get up enough that I can SCOOT a short distance to my right and then as my chest goes flat on the mat again I’m close enough to fling my arm out and grasp the bottom rope with my fingers “Rope! Ref! I’m owwww I’m on the rooo Aghh! Shit!”


BRANDI

I let out a little gasp of delight as I cinch the hammerlock in real good!  Your hand is planted in between your shoulder blades, right up high on your already sweaty back.  “Ask her ref!  Askkkkk hurrr!” I yell, more to rub in the fact that I’m in control and hurting you rather than with any conviction that you might actually submit.  But you’re writhing under me, working to escape.  But at least you are expending energy whilst I’m on my knees, tweaking the hold.  I can see where you are heading for but I can’t stop you.  Your hand hooks the bottom rope and don’t you whine about it to the ref!

“One....two...”.  She wants me to release and doesn’t even ask when I don’t do it right away.  She just starts the count. 

“Okay okay!” I mutter, shaking my head in frustration.  I get my feet under me.  I’m about to push up to my feet but I’ve still got that arm pinned.  Suddenly I leap up and drop my leather covered knee down on that trapped arm.  Then I ease to my feet, stepping back, hands out, all innocence as the ref wags a cautionary finger at me.


ERICA

I hear the ref counting and then after a couple of counts I feel you begin to release the hold. I snarl at the ref “It’s about time you did your jooo OWWW! Shit!” I howl as you give my arm a nice little “parting shot” before withdrawing.

The ref scolds you but the fans are all too familiar with my dirty tactics and the love seeing me get a little dose of my own medicine, erupting in a boisterous cheer as I thrash on the mat rolling closer to the ropes as I clutch my aching arm tightly against my body “nhhh fucking biii shiii”....

Sensing I’m now practically under the ropes I go ahead and do a full roll to go under the ropes and into the apron the drop my feet down to the arena floor. I shuffle along ringside cursing and muttering as I cradle my left arm against my body gingerly. Some fans nearby led by a girl in a blue shirt starts laughing and yelling CHICKENNNNN! for me leaving the ring...I snarl at her “Awww shut up!” as I see her companion in red turn sideways to glare at her. 


BRANDI

One moment I’m getting reprimanded by the ref, the next moment you are gone!  Shit!  Bitch!  Where did ya go?  I see you down on the floor outside the ring.  Taking a breather.  Easing out that arm.  I know I need to keep the pressure on you, wear you down, not allow you to dictate the pace.  But now it’s that age old dilemma with you.  Do I pursue you outside the ring, a place many fans consider to be your domain.  Or do I wait here in safety and let you get your shit back together.  My mind races for a moment and then........fuck it!  Look out bitch, here I come! 

I roll out of the ring under the bottom rope, much to the consternation of Ms Fussydraws the ref and some of my fans who know how dangerous you can be out here.  But I have to take that risk.  I round the corner of the ring to where you are at and break into a run coming at you fast, lifting my good knee as I close on you, looking to drive it hard and low into your belly.


ERICA

I’m jawing with the fans and they’re giving me hell with equal venom “You idiots just shut your mouths!” So close I can literally feel the heat of their animosity...but soon they don’t seem to be looking straight at me. Instead their eyes drift past me...up slightly...then down and to the side...I can see the excitement in their eyes and some can’t resist the urge to nudge their companions and point excitedly...

That tells me all I need to know. You’re coming. And probably not in a stealthy subtle manner either.  I turn slightly my eyes looking sideways so my peripheral vision gives me a preview of what’s coming but doesn’t give away the fact that I KNOW something is coming ...

I see you, on the floor now, some distance away but beginning to break into a full run...I turn...more...and when I square up to face you i suddenly DROP to my right, falling to a low crouch off to the side, my right elbow on the thin mat lining the arena floor, my right foot on the floor with my leg bent in a crouch, and my left boot now WHIPPING up and around trying the kick the shit out of your left knee as you have all your weight planted on that leg!



BRANDI

It all happens so fast.  Most of the crowd thinks it is just a fortunate or unfortunate collision depending on who they are supporting.  It is only when the replay is running on the big screen at one end of the arena, showing what the TV viewers are currently seeing that it all becomes clear: the folly of a desperate to win wrestler who is in a lot of pain;  the stealth and guile of a woman who has held the world title belt for longer than anyone else; the exact sequence of events that leaves me down on the thin rubber matting at the feet of the baying crowd as they lean over the guard rail.  It goes like this:

I run hard but knee lift thin air as you drop down, crouch and pivot.  The big shiny black boot swings around and connects with my own high boot and crumples that knee.  My leg gives way.  And then I’m lay on my side, my left leg drawn up as I clutch it to my chest with both hands.  My eyes bulging, my mouth gaping as I howl in pain and shock!

AAAYYIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!  OH GOD!  MY KNEE!  OH MY GOD!

The girl in the red shirt is leaning over the guard rail.  “Yeah bitch!  She got you!  She got you good!  Ha ha!”  She sprays me with a handful of popcorn.  Her friend in blue grabs her arm to stop her throwing a second handful.  The girl in red rounds on her.  They glare at each other.  For a split second it looks like they might....... Then they both sit down, eyes forward, waiting to see what happens next.


ERICA

The fans are going wild. Their shouts are so loud. I can almost feel their hot angry breath on my bare arms as I stalk over to you laughing wickedly “awwww how sweet one of the fans gave you a snack! Mwahaha!” I grab a piece of popcorn entangled in your hair and hold it up briefly smiling before i toss it in my mouth and crunch playfully “mmm yummy!” as I reach down and grab your hair and roughly haul you to your feet...

Standing at your left side my right hand grasps a handful of hair and TWISTS for a firm grip, my left hand holding your left elbow as I march you a short distance to the announcers table and wink at the commentators  “here she comes boys!” as I use my grip on your hair to PUSH your head forward and down trying to smash your face into the table top right in the midst of their papers and microphones and cables.



BRANDI

I’m down and in pain and only vaguely aware of you playing to the crowd as you stand over me.  Heck, I don’t even realise that the shitty pop corn is in my hair until you pluck a piece out of it.  Still that is the least of my worries right now and matters get even worse when you haul me up by my hair and steer me towards the announcers’ table.  I don’t need a crystal ball to work out what you are wanting to do next.  Neither do the announcers who scoot back in panic. 

Thing is though, my knee is hurting, but my brain is still sharp. I can see what’s coming.  As you drive my head down I put my free arm in front of my face to soften some of the impact.  Papers and equipment still go flying in spectacular fashion but I’m not half as stunned as you would probably have hoped even though you have most certainly produced a spectacular effect for the crowd. 

But now I can try to go one better.  As I stand slumped over the table, I suddenly react, grabbing one of the monitors on the table and ripping it free of its many wires and cables.  The thing is covered in padding as per health and safety regulations but it is still a hefty object for me to use.  I spin to face, bringing the monitor up and around as I do so, looking to nail you right in the head with it!



ERICA

I hear a sound that sounds like a horrific impact and see people and stuff scatter all around and it feels soooo good! I tilt my head back and begin to cackle wickedly “Mwahaha! Eat it biiii AGHHHH!” A loud WHACK! that sounds like crunching plastic is audible over the crowd noise...

My head snaps to the side and I do a half spin to face the ring, my hands waving around awkwardly as I stagger and have a goofy expression on my face. “Ohhh shiii...”

The fans erupt YESSSSS! as I continue to stagger and sway and turn, reeling toward the ring and the right side of the metal ring steps...I finally slump back into the corner where the metal staircase butts up against the ring apron, my left arm resting on the apron as I swoon and my right hand reaches up to touch the side of my head “nhhh...fuuu...”



BRANDI

The monitor drops from my hands as it collides with your head and smashes of the floor.  I lean back against the announcer’s table to steady myself as I watch you stagger away, dazed and hurt.  Grimly, I walk to you, heavily favouring my knee now, the pain killing injection only good for the old damage and not able to cope with the new. 

I reach for your hair and pull you to me.  I wrap my arm around your neck, turning us around as I do so and flipping your arm over my shoulder.  Now I have my back to the ring steps and you are facing them.  My free hand drifts down to grab the leghole of your black suit, hauling it impossibly high on your hip.  I set myself, wincing from the increased pressure on my knee as I need both legs braced Nd powering through if I am to pull this one off!  I haul up on your suit  and jerk your head back, hoping to flip you up and over in a snap suplex right into the metal ring steps!



ERICA

I hear the ref yelling for us to get back in the ring DON’T MAKE ME COUNT YOU BOTH OUT IT’S A TITLE MATCH!!! When we don’t comply immediately she starts a VERY slow count 1......................2..............

“Ahhh wha..what are you..nhhhghh!” I grunt and sputter as you grab me and turn so your back is toward the steps and I’m parallel to the apron. I squeal when my thong gusset of my suit suddenly digs even more snugly up into the crotch panel of my tights than usual when you pull on the side fabric of my suit “yeOWW!” But when I feel you seem to set yourself and brace for a lift...

My mind racing I slide my left hand trying to wedge it between your arm and my head. My right hand reaches out and desperately grabs the bottom rope and as you start to lift I spread my feet and DRIVE my ass downward trying to make myself feel heavy!

And as you try to lift and thrust your body rearward I JERK with my left hand trying to dislodge your grip on my neck and CLING tightly to the rope with my right hand as I drive down harder with my ass trying to hold my position and make you flop backwards empty handed! “Ngyaaa!”



BRANDI

“NNNHHHHHH! BEEOIITTCHHH!” I growl breathlessly as I try to shift you and you dig in hard.  I nearly go flat on my ass and have to dig in myself to stop me sliding away from you.  Once stabilised I look around.  Damn!  Hand on the rope!  Sneaky tricky whore! 

I push down on your neck to force you to bend a little as I let go of you suit with my other hand and bring it up and around to pound you across your back with a forearm blow. 

WHAP!  And another.  WHAP!  And another.  WHAP!  And then WHAPPPP!  I put one right into the  bicep of the arm clinging to the rope, hoping to dislodge it.  Then I go back back to that leghole of your suit again.  Hauling it so high  it shows the waistband of your hose. 

“C’mon bitch!” I yell in frustration “C’MMONNNNN!”


ERICA

The fans roar and scream as the action rages literally feet away from them. You pull...I stiffen and brace. You pull again..I brace! But then you shift your approach “aghhh! Shii you biii aghhh! OWWW!” Before I can react my back and arm are stinging and I can’t hold the rope any longer then another tug on my suit and it DIGS up into my pussy lips as the waistband of my tights peeks out from under the black spandex of my suit.

Well if YOU have a new approach then I do too bitch. As I sense you preparing to hoist me I drop my right fist down low then SLAM it up aiming between your legs and trying to drive the top of my wrist into your crotch before you can lift me “BITCH!” screaming barbarically as I swing !



BRANDI

I’m so focused on heaving you up and over.  My fishnet clad thighs are bulging, my abs are tensed, my right hand is nearly ripping that suit off ya!  I’m to focused though to notice quickly enough as you shift your body.  You’re sunk down a little bit before I realise what you have in mind!  Your hand comes up into the crotch of my tiny black leather shorts with a sickening SMACCKK!

“AWWWWW!  FFACCCKKK!”  My mouth falls open, my eyes widen as I look at your grinning face in shock and pain.  My hands fall off you as my legs buckle and I sink to my knees in front of you, my hands pawing at my banged up lady bits.

“OHYESSS!”  Red girl is triumphant!  She turns to her blue shirted friend and crows.  “That’ll teach the Brit bitch!  She’s gonna be sorry now that she ever tried mixing it with Erica outside the ring!”  All her friend can do is put both hands to her mouth and watch in stunned silence.



ERICA

I straighten and grin as I look down into your eyes as you kneel and paw at your sex

The battle is beginning to take a toll on both of us but right now i like the way things are going!
In the ring the ref is no longer just yelling she’s now screaming for us to get back into the ring COME ON THIS IS A TITLE MATCH DON’T MAKE ME DO A DQ!...I look up to her and hold up a finger “Just a minute we’ll be right there sweetie!”

I SHOVE your shoulders trying to make you fall backwards from your kneeling position and onto your back...

I grab your left foot ...twisting a little so we’re close enough that I can use my grip on your ankle to WHIP your leg outward hoping to smack the outside of your left knee against the side of the steel ring steps!



BRANDI

I’m still in a world of pain and shock as you shove me onto my back to lie on the floor amidst the scattered popcorn, discarded gum and spilled beer.  But I soon come to my senses though when you grab my big black leather boot and position it adjacent to the ring steps.  My face fills with dread and panic fills my belly!  “No......no...pl...please no!” I mumble as I wave my hands frantically and shake my head weakly in the forlorn hope that you will have a pang of mercy.   

But I guess the answer from you is no.  My knee hits the metal steps with an awful sounding metallic clang!  I take a sharp intake of breath and clutch at my boot with both hands.  “Oh my gawd, you fucking bitch!” I moan in agony as a collective gasp of shock at your brutality ripples through the crowd.


ERICA

As the fans watch in shock and subdued quiet my wicked cackle echoes thru the spacious arena, and now another voice is audible too...the ref...yelling as she leans on the ropes above us counting 1..........2...........

I grab your hair and left arm and haul you up to your feet then my grip shifts to your hair with my left hand, while my right hand grabs a handful of black fabric along the left leg hole of your trunks...”Come on slut GET your ass back in the ring!”

I punctuate my statement by spinning slightly and using my grip on your hair and trunks to try to SLING you under the ropes and into the ring so we can continue our little encounter properly.


BRANDI

I’m in a pitiful state as you pull me up to put me back in the ring.  Your hand is buried cruelly in my hair whilst your other hand grips my black leather shorts tightly, hauling them up my butt.  I offer no resistance as you toss me back in under the bottom rope to roll over once and flop onto my back, lying on the gleaming red mat looking up at the blinding ring lights.  My dark hair half covers my face and my chest is pumping up and down madly in my tight gold top.  I have my right  knee drawn up whilst my left one lies throbbing on the mat.

A murmur of expectation runs through the crowd.  A lot of the hardcore devotees sense a finish is possible.  They have seen you work girls over outside the ring once they have made the fatal error of joining you out there.  Ms Blueshirt certainly thinks I am ripe for the taking.

“C’mon Erica.  You got her!  Now finish the bitch!”



ERICA

I hear the ref continue her slow count 4.............5..........so I don’t get into much of a hurry as I grab a rope and pull myself up onto the apron and stand, then slink one leg thru the ropes and bend sharply, pausing to wiggle my shiny ass at the nearby fans and giggle before slinking the rest of the way into the ring.

I strut to center ring shiny hips swaying confidently as I move above your head then reach down and grab your hair...jerking your head side to side harshly as I pull you up into a sitting position in front of me. I drop to one knee behind you, snaking my left arm around the front of your throat then clasping my hands together behind your right ear.  I FLEX my arms so I can squeeze and pull your head and shoulders back into my bosom as I try to compress your carotid arteries on both sides of your throat with a classic sleeper ...

“Haha you’re just no match for the QUEEN, bitch!”



BRANDI

I’m like a turtle on my back trying to move as I hear you cling back into the ring and then clomp over to me in those nasty black boots of yours.  I let out a little gasp as you sit me up roughly, my face blank and bewildered.  You slide in behind me and I feel your well muscled arms coil around my head like two eager pythons.  I try to put my hands up to block them but too late!  You have it latched on.  The fucking sleeper!  Oh shit!  Fucking shit! 

My hands pry ineffectually at your forearms as you draw me in, my lower back draped across you nylon clad thigh, the back of my head pressed into your ample bosoms. Your body exudes heat through the thin damp material of your suit, you smell of perfume and perspiration and I cringe as the sweat drips from your brow and into my face as you lean over to look at me and taunt me.

The crowd just erupts in excitement.  They are so fickle.  They hate you......except when you are going for a vicious finish.  And then you touch their sadistic souls.  The ref drops to one knee in front of me as I sit on the mat distressed, my legs spread and camel toed crotch on display like a whore in a brothel.  The look of concern on her face scares me.  Oh my god, I’m in serious trouble here!



ERICA

I hear a gurgle and see your hands flailing and feel them pawing at my arm. I inhale deeply smelling the scents of your hair and perfume and sweat blend with mine...feeling your struggles as I work to lock the hold in more deeply I can’t help but have a tingling excitement course throughout my whole body up and down my spine and all points along the way....

I laugh as i work the hold and hear a surge from the fans. Over the din a few voices ring out including the young Brandi fan in the first row as she yells COME ON BRANDI FIGHT IT!

I SNAP my head to the side to glare at her...then hiss at her friend who’s been cheering for me “You better get your friend to shut her trap!”

My fan giggles and elbows her companion as I giggle too...but soon the ref is crouched in front looking at you and muttering “What do you say, Brandi?” 

I CRANK your neck as I snarl at her “Shut UP whore! She’s not going to give I’m gonna knock the bitch OUT! Hahaha!”



BRANDI

I can feel you taking control, slowly tightening your grip on me, my head beginning to swim a little now as the blood flow to my brain begins to wane.  My hands reach up for your head, fingers spread like talons, reaching desperately for some bit of you, but already my arms feel heavy, my hands clumsy.  My right hand does manage to find your hair, but it’s a feeble tug, pulling your head a little to one side but that doesn’t deter you.  It just adds to the desperation of the scene. My head is locked in position by your sturdy arms but my eyes shift around looking for an escape.  The ropes!  The ropes are not too far but I need to move us a few feet to get there because at present when I kick my right thigh boot up towards the bottom strand it falls short and flops down.  I try to plant my other boot but it has no strength.  My knee!  You fucked my knee, you dirty whore!  That filthy brawl outside the ring just finished it off!

The ref kneels in front of me, leaning in close, getting more and more concerned.  I don’t think she has ever handled a match that featured such a brutal sleeper hold and I can see the panic in her eyes.  “Oh my god, Brandi!”  She blurts out.  “Do you wanna submit hon?  She wants to put you out!  She’s going for the KO!  She’s gonna put you out if you don’t submit!”

I just look at her, my eyes beginning to glaze over.  I try to speak.  To tell her no submission, but my mouth won’t respond.  Instead I reach out with my free hand and grip the front of her striped shirt, completing the desperate but oh so sexy scene.  “Aw hon,” the young ref says, slightly turned on, her voice full of pity now.  “She’s gonna put you out, babe.”

Meanwhile, there is a stir in the crowd.  Two girls are shrieking, pulling hair and slapping each other as the crowd around the incident cheers them on.  It would appear that amongst all your other dirty work tonight, you have incited a fight between two rival fans, wearing red and blue tee shirts.


ERICA

I feel you fading...seemingly quite fast...I was sure you didn’t have the fight in you to win this...but I thought you’d be a little harder to finish off hehe...I hear a commotion in the crowd nearby and turn my head to look “haha!”

Then I bend my head a little closer to your right ear “you’re gonna cause a riot honey...I just LOVE it when my plan works perfectly hehe...these fools think YOU were the cause of all the attacks...what a bunch of fools...hehe”

As your hand seems to cling desperately to the ref’s shirt I giggle “are you trying to grope the ref hmm you know that’s naughty haha!” I cackle and try to CRANK your neck a bit to punctuate my taunt.  Confident this is all but over and I’ll soon be in the dressing room with Vinny and Bruno making an Erica sandwich haha

But some of your loyal fans seem to think there’s still hope as they start a clapping stomping chant of BRAN-DI!



BRANDI

The two girls are causing quite a stir.  They are even showing shots of the catty brawl on the big screen for the kinky sadistic audience to enjoy, especially as both girls are clad in tight denim shorts and cowboy boots to go with their respective tee shirts.  And as if their fight mirrors events in the ring, red girl is able to clamber onto her rival, mount her chest and then pound her face with both fists.  The fans around them, on their feet, screaming, urging her to finish her friend as crimson starts to flow from her nose and lips.

Meanwhile back in the ring, the ref just looks at me as my hand slips from your hair and my other hand loosens it’s grip on her shirt.  I lounge back into you now, a bit of a rag doll as you jerk me around in your powerful arms, my mouth half open, eyes half closed.  My nipples harden almost painfully and tent against my skimpy gold top whilst my big gleaming black boots shuffle around on the mat as my legs go into spasm and it scares me when I can’t stop them.  It scares the ref too who is muttering “Oh my god.....oh my god” over and over to herself, a shocked look on her pretty face, as she watches the primitive struggle inches in front of her.

She takes my right arm, raises it and then releases.  It flops back down by my side, limply.  She raises her own hand, one finger extended. 

“ONEEEEE!”  She calls out loudly.

   She waits a moment and then lifts my arm again.  I try to keep it up there when she lets go but I don’t seem to have any control over it.  Plus there’s now a high pitched buzzing in my ears which is drowning out the noise of the crowd and the whole arena is going fuzzy before my eyes. 

“TWOOOOOO!”

The ref is about to raise my hand for the third and final time when something very strange occurs.....

A voice is heard over the arena tannoy.  “Er...excuse me, everyone.  Excuse me.  I think you all need to be made aware of something.  Something important.”  It’s Lee’s voice, not very confident or loud, but it’s definitely him and he’s addressing the audience!  “ There has been a lot of speculation and conjecture about just who was responsible for the attacks on Sweet Sadie last week, and Brandi here last night.  Well I have categorical proof as to who was behind these heinous events and I want you all to see it!”

The arena has fallen silent with confusion and curiosity.  Then a murmur ripples through the crowd as the giant screen goes black and then comes back to life with the CCTV footage from the hotels!  Puzzled conversations break out everywhere.  Lee adds a little context.  “ The two men you see here who committed the attacks were right here at ringside until a few moments ago.  And the hotel room they are heading for having made their escape is that of their employer.  And she is non other than the current Women’s World Champion, Erica Deville!”  Gasps!  The odd excited scream!  And a cacophony of wild chatter break out as the accusations sink in!  Even the ref has got to her feet and has turned to the screen to watch.  “OHH MYYY GODDD!” She says, turning to look at you in amazement and surprise!


ERICA

I watch with evil glee as your hand flops  to the mat. “Come on come on one more time!” Then the talking starts and the Video plays. I relax my grip on your throat as I watch “Wha?! What the fuuu...ohhh shit!”

I get up and let your upper body drop to the mat as I stomp around the ring waving my hands frantically to the ref then to the fans “W-wait...no...NO!...that’s a LIE!”  But as more video shows the fans murmur and rumble even more. I plead to the ref “Y-you don’t believe this shit do you?!”

She blinks and stutters still trying to process the information...but as more Video plays everything becomes totally obvious....I look at the ref and she seems to be trying to figure out what she should do....I’m in deep shit I know.  I look around frantically as the fans vent their fury screaming and shouting at me....I look at the ref again and she glares...

I spin and scurry toward one corner that has a ramp planning to just get the hell out of here before this gets worse ...but I stop dead in my tracks as I see a policeman coming up the aisle marching Vinny toward the ring with his hands behind his back what the fuck?!

So I spin and go to another corner with a ramp but stop again as another cop is marching Bruno up the aisle with his hands cuffed “ohhhh shit!”

I turn again but don’t have any other escape routes ...but the ref is in center ring wagging her finger at me ...”Erica you are a cheating bitch! I ought to DQ you!”



BRANDI

I lay on the mat on my side.  My eyes flicker open and my vision clears.  The whistling in my ears fades and the sounds of the arena take its place.  There is a lot of noise.  People shouting, chants, angry voices.  Oh god!  Did I lose?  She must have put me out, the dirty nasty bitch!  I’m about to start to sob when I see you being confronted by the ref.  She’s talking about DQing you.  Then I look around and see your two henchmen in cuffs!  And the frozen image of them on the big screen in a glorious close up just entering your hotel room!  Lee!  He must have saved me!  I knew he was a great manager!  I said that all along!  He always has my back! (I’m more fickle than the crowds that come to watch me!)

Slowly I roll to the ropes and use them to pull myself up to my feet.  The debate between you and the ref still rages.  The crowd are joining in too.  “Let them fight!  Let them fight!”  They don’t want this match to end.  And they certainly don’t want it to end via a DQ for something that didn’t even happen in the match!  The ref looks pensive, uncertain.  You are in her face, sensing her weakness and doubt, like the sly bitch that you are!

I stride across the ring to you and tap you firmly on the shoulder.  My hope is that you will spin around to see who it is and that I can then nail you with a snap kick to your lower belly!




ERICA

I jaw with the ref, my eyes darting side to side looking to see if there’s a clear path for me to run and get the hell out of here and regroup later. Mind racing I can’t believe this is ducking happening! But I’m trying to stall until I see a plan that might get my ass out of this....

I hear the fans begin to buzz...louder...more intense...the buzzing excitement grows like a wave rising to a crescendo...and just when it sounds like it can’t get any more intense...I feel a tap on my shoulder!

I immediately stop jawing with the ref and my face goes slack “Wha?!”

I turn warily at first...but as I turn I can see...it’s YOU! I thought you were across the ring napping!

My eyes widen in shock “What the fuck?!” as my brain tries to process this chaotic turn of events I know I need to do something...anything...and while I know literally a hundred wrestling moves in the confusion and panic all I can think to do is ball my right hand into a fist and swing a looping roundhouse punch toward your face “Bitch!” 



BRANDI

When I tap you on the shoulder and you spin around to face me it’s an Erica I’ve never seen before.  No longer smug, confident, nastily self assured, now you are wild, desperate, borderline panic stricken.  Your repertoire of nasty moves and sneaky responses is way more refined than this normally.  I mean, a huge haymaker right hand to my head!  Really?  Don’t get me wrong now.  If this connected I would be back out cold again and I know I’m still a little groggy from my last trip to the canvas, but I’m a trained fighter and this is an attack as if from someone who isn’t.

So I duck.  I actually feel the air move above my head as the big blow skims over it.  You stagger past me a pace on the follow through your body slightly hunched over.  You’re perfectly positioned as I turn into you.  And this is instinctive now.  It’s not the move I had in my head when I tapped you on the shoulder.  It’s a move that comes out of years of practice work.  It’s a move I learnt as an eager young teen just starting out in my pro wrestling career.  I wrap my arms around your head from the side and slightly behind you.  I leap into the air, crying out with the pain from my knee as I launch myself.  That’s it.  It’s gone totally.  I don’t think I will even be able to regain my feet again afterwards but this is a last ditch move so what happens afterwards won’t matter.  If this comes off, I pin you.  If it doesn’t, I reckon  it might be figure four leg lock time for me and the inevitable screaming submission.  The title belt, win or lose, it all rides on this.  So here goes, Brandi girl, give it your best shot!

I drop down hard to my leather clad ass, bringing you with me, your chin on my shoulder as I try to execute a seated, three quarter face lock, jawbreaker....... otherwise known as that old school Stone Cold Steve Austin finisher, The Stunner!




ERICA

I snarl as I swing, trying to get everything I can behind the  punch...it might not solve all of my current problems but it would feel so good to knock your fucking block off...”Ngyaaa!”

But there’s a blur of motion at the last millisecond and as my fist sails to its target it hits nothing but a few wisps of your hair that flip upward as your head ducks down.

“Nhhh shit!” I stumble off balance slightly from the big miss, my momentum making me turn to my left and carrying me past you a bit. I hear the crowd roar with approval as you avoid a ko haymaker punch. My panicked brain is trying to formulate a backup plan but before i can turn to try to find you I sense something at my left side ...arms ensnaring my head...and the body suddenly flying past me from behind...my hands fly up in the air reflexively

“Wha?! N-noooo!”

I squeal in protest and my hands start moving toward the arms that have wrapped around my head...but not in time...

Before I can do anything about it, my chin as pressed atop your shoulder and my upper body is JERKED downward sharply...bending my body at the waist until I’m bent at a 90 degree angle, my shiny ass sticking out prominently for all to see...but not for long...for when your ass lands on the mat and your momentum suddenly stops...my chin wants to keep moving...and it SMASHES hard against your shoulder...

“UNGHHHHH!!!!”

A flash of light seems to explode inside my brain as my head SNAPS up and back from the collision...my body bolts upright and I stagger back a small step...when the fans see my face again...either directly for those close enough to the ring...or in a closeup shot displayed on the big screen...

They see a goofy expression on my face...mouth hanging open slackly...eyes seeming to go in and out of focus in a dazed expression...one of my fake eyelashes partially loose and flittering comically each time my eyes blink...

I sway there drunkenly...hands swirling limply around my thick hips...

“Nhhh...fuuuu...”

A final subconscious groan...as my eyes flutter...and close...as darkness engulfs me...and I FALLLLLLLLLL backwards like a big tree that just got chopped down....

Landing on my back with a loud BAM!!!!!!

My black boots fly up in the air as I land on my back, seeming to linger in the air wistfully before gravity takes over and they too begin to fall to the mat.



BRANDI

“UUUHHHNNNNN!”  I grunt loudly as I hit the mat hard with my butt, the force  jarring through my body and into you chin via my shoulder.  You jerk back away from me.  I know I nailed you good.  But how good?  I sit there on the mat, wipe my damp lank dark hair from my face and look around, praying that you’re not moving.

OMG!  You look out of it.  Flat out on your back.  Chest pumping up and down in your shiny black suit.  Big shiny nylon clad thighs spread apart slightly, your mean heavy black boots lifeless once they have flopped down to the mat.  I gotta try to pin you!  I gotta get over to you and pin you right now! 

Wincing as I drag myself to you with my hands pawing at the mat, my right boot pushing me along, trying to keep as much weight as possible of my left knee which is screaming agony at me in protest at still being pushed further than it can possibly take.  Gasping with excitement and anxiety, I reach you head and painfully, awkwardly clamber onto your chest in a reverse mount, my big boots pinning your biceps to the mat, my black leather shorts settling snugly on your big cushion boobs.  A cross body pin would have been easier and a lot less painful for my wrecked knee but I remember bitterly the manner in which you pinned me in our last match and I want the wrestling world to see you getting some pay back!

I reach forward and grab your right gleaming nylon clad leg.  My other hand grabs a second leg and I pull your big thighs to my chest, my arms wrapped around them, your shiny boots in the air above us shimmering as they catch the glare of the ring lights.  I lean back, my dark hair trailing down my sweat soaked back, my leather clad ass with the word ‘Hustler’ in gold plastered across it right in front of your face. 

I look across at our pretty Girl Scout ref, my mouth gaping, too tired and in too much pain to yell at her to count but my wide wild eyes implore her to!  Right Now!

She dives to the mat.  Of course, she has to carefully check those big shoulders of yours are down.  Then, finally satisfied, she slaps the mat and calls out “ONEEEEEaaaah!



ERICA

I lie there near center ring arms and legs spread, eyes closed...the only movement the rise and fall of my chest...Vinny and Bruno stand at ringside, hands cuffed behind their backs with a cop holding their arms. When they see me drop like a rock and lie there lifeless they yell my name “Erica! No!” and struggle against the grip of their captors but it doesn’t take long for the cops to tighten their grasp and control the thugs...

The big screen shows a closeup as you  mount my chest.  I groan subconsciously as I feel something heavy on my chest ...

“Nhhh...”

I wince like I’m having a bad dream but my eyes remain closed and I don’t know which planet I’m on...something is pawing and tugging at my legs, pulling one up... and then the other and in mere seconds both boots are pointing up straight at the arena lights as my shiny thick legs are clamped snugly against your chest ...my ass cheeks spread as my legs are folded up...making the black thong gusset of my suit look as thin as a thread as it digs up into the crotch panel of my tights...

I’m vaguely aware of the mat seeming to vibrate near my head...and a voice close by yelling something....and what seems like thousands of other voices farther away joining along with her in the yelling!



BRANDI

The time it takes the ref to slap the mat for a second time seems like an eternity.  Your big shapely legs feel heavy now and I ladder your hose as they almost slip from my grasp and I have to tighten my grip, digging in with my finger nails.  My leather clad ass is resting on your chin now , my own fishnet hose now peeping over the waistband of my shorts which are riding up into my butt cheeks.  My heart is pounding madly in my chest.  My knee is throbbing horribly and I can see it swollen under my high leather boot.  I just cling to you desperately, letting you take my weight, hoping, no praying that I can keep you down for just two more seconds.

The Tv announcers are sat at their table, the one we wrecked earlier, yelling loudly to their viewers about how this is an historic moment as the belt is about to change hands.  I just hope they aren’t declaring the result too soon.  The current champion may be a down and dirty conniving bitch, but she is a fierce competitor who can never be written off.  Then crowd in the arena meanwhile are on their feet, some urging you to kick out!  But most wanting there to be a new champion now.

“Oh god, oh my god.  C’mon!  C’mon!”  As I hug those big shiny nylon clad legs tightly to my sweaty cleavage.

“TWOOOOOaaahhhh!”



ERICA

A loud but muffled noise echoes inside my head...it’s so loud that it seems to make my whole body and the ring I’m pinned to rumble...over the muffled muddy rumbling noise I hear that more clear high pitched voice nearby yelling at me again and once more thousands of other voice seem to cry out in almost unison with her...

Camera flashes POP...POP POP all throughout the arena and the camera zooms in to show a closeup shot on the big screen of my makeup smeared face seeming to sniff your ass...

Both girls who were fighting earlier seem to have reconciled as they now hug each other with one arm as their other hands thrust in the air extending two fingers as they count with the ref...

The big screen camera changes angles, zooming to show a closeup of my shiny legs in your grasp...my ass lifted up off the red canvas slightly as you hug my legs tightly....

My brain is still in a fog. But my legs strain subconsciously to escape their entrapment...hip muscles flex in a brief and weak burst of effort

“Nhhh...”

But it’s very brief...and weak...and my legs are trapped securely and all that happens is the big screen shows my shiny ass seem to twitch slightly as my boots wave high in the air and then with a soft groan my struggles cease and body goes totally limp in your grasp!



BRANDI

I feel a slight stirring under my ass.  You’re making some kind of incoherent noise.  Your big legs quiver in my grasp.  For a split second I tense up, anticipating the big kick out that I was dreading.  But it’s not like that.  It’s more of a reflexive thing.  The last death rattle of a beaten champion!  I ride it with ease and you subside under me.

“THREEEEEEEaaaaah!”  That’s it!  It’s over!  I’ve pinned the big nasty bitch!  The belt is mine!  I can’t believe it! 

DING! DING! DING! DING!  As the bell rings madly and pandemonium breaks out in the arena, I fling your legs away from me as if they are suddenly two nasty turds!  They crash loudly on the mat, your boots clattering and then settling, lifeless.

Then, even though it hurts my knee like hell, I ease my ass up a few inches and wiggle it over your face as I jeer at you.  I’m not sure you are conscious to hear this but it’s more for the TV viewers and the arena crowd anyhow:

“Ha ha haaa!  You lost cxnt!  You lost your belt!  You just got hustled honey!”  Then I drop my leather clad ass down on your face and stink face you as the crowd go berserk!  My moment of glee is cut short though.  The Girl Scout ref wont allow that sort of thing in her ring and she quickly wraps her arm around me and starts to help me climb up off you.  It’s clumsy, and awkward of course.  And as she pulls me up the soles of my my big thigh high boots just happen to find themselves pressing onto your face and your tits as the ref guides away me to my waiting title belt, whilst I yell out to the crowd and hold one arm triumphantly but exhaustedly aloft like a drunken girl at a party.

The belt is handed to me and I hold it up to a huge roar from the crowd as I cling on to the sexy ref as she props me up.  That’s the first social media image that will go viral!  Then the ref eases me to the floor as she again does her duty, going over to you to check on you.  Whilst she does that, all the attention is on me as I sit on the mat, crotch on show, barely covered by a thin strip of black leather, my sweat soaked gold top clinging to my pert boobs, wet hair half covering my sweaty triumphant face and that title belt draped over my right shoulder.  That will be the second viral image of the aftermath of this extraordinary match.  With me sat there, laughing and crying at the same time as I wait to be helped from the ring.  Just where the hell is Lee when I need him?  I look around trying to spot the jerk.  And then I spy him.  In deep discussions with the promoters, already negotiating my first title defence no doubt!



ERICA

My boots thump to the mat heavily as you release my legs. I lie there arms and legs spread wide , toes of my boots pointing outward as the bell clangs loudly, each clang seems to echo inside my head which is throbbing with pain. 

I hear a swirling din of noise as the fans cheer and shout and music plays and then your voice seeming to growl something at me but I can’t make out all the words because of the fog still shrouding my brain.

Soon though I clearly know what’s happening when a sweaty pussy starts grinding on my face. My hands and feet twitch at first turn my hand slap and paw at your hips as I’m conscious enough to hear the fans erupt I laughter   

Fortunately the face sit stink face is brief as your body seems to be dragged off me. I feel the soles of your boots scrape across my face, tasting the grit and grime as I sputter ...

“Nhhh...aghhh! Shiii...nhhh...”

As I turn my head away sharply I use the momentum to roll to my side then over onto my belly. I can feel the ring shaking as what sounds like several feet trounce around the ring as the crowd noise surges again...

As I try to get my bearings I see Vinny and Bruno now flanked by even more police at ringside and a female police supervisor and two male officers climbing into the ring. My mind is reeling...ohhhh...ohhh shit they’re not coming for ME are they?!

I put my hands under my shoulders and push up to all fours and start crawling in the other direction...my shiny ass lurching side to side unsteadily as I struggle to crawl in my dazed condition ...my panicked brain telling me I have to get the hell out of here...not really sure where I’m headed just gotta he away from those police officers!!!

“Nhhh...shiiii...g-gotta...oh shit...oh fuuuu...nhhh....”



BRANDI

The crowd are howling with laughter at the farcical chase going on in the ring with you scrabbling across the mat on all fours, but I’m watching with increasing disapproval.  Eventually I call the ref over to me to help me to my feet and with the fresh assurance of a newly crowned champion I call for a microphone.  As I stand up, my arm on the refs shoulder for support, mic in my free hand, the crowd are all already falling expectantly silent.

“I need everyone to listen for a moment!  And you ma’am, you need to listen to this the most!” I say this  to the female police supervisor who is stood in the ring with her officers.  “Erica Deville is the most despicable, conniving, under handed, arrogant opponent I have ever faced.  But she is also a wonderful wrestler and she was a great champion!” 

The crowd boo and yell their disagreement at this but I shake my head at them.  “Oh yes!  Oh yes she was!  She filled arenas all over the world single handed.  The crowds came just to see her.  You all paid your money to come and boo her and hope that she would lose!  And it drove you crazy because she never did until today.  And you can bet she’ll be back working and scheming first thing tomorrow to make herself Champion once more.  And because of all that, this is my point right now.   This is not the way her reign should come to an end.  And I won’t allow that to happen!  So ma’am.  You need to know that I have no intention of pressing charges against Erica and her two goons for the attack on myself.  So, unless you have some hard evidence linking either of us to the attack on Sadie, I would say that you have no further business here.  Thank you for your service and protection.  It’s good to know that Las Vegas’s finest are always there to look out for us.”

There’s a moment of confusion and uncertainty amongst the police ranks now.  The female supervisor looks at me silently fuming.  Then she jerks her head towards the exit and growls, “C’mon you guys!  Let’s go!”  The crowd chatter away as prisoners are uncuffed and the officers troop sheepishly out of the arena.  Then I turn to you.

“Don’t worry Erica, I don’t expect you to thank me for saving your ass!  You used that attack on me to try to stop me taking your title.  And I used it to win it for me.  You had me beat hon.  I was out for the count until that video played on the big screen.  It saved my ass, just like I saved yours.  So I guess that makes us just about even.  And any time you wanna try to get this belt back I’ll be waiting.  Any rules, any stipulations, any venue, I’ll be there to kick your butt.  But for now, come here and shake my hand and get yourself a close up look at how good your belt looks on me!”  I drop the microphone to the mat and hold out my hand.........




ERICA

While you begin to speak the officers grab my arms and scoop me up off the mat, holding me firmly in kind of a loose double hammerlock...not twisting my arms harshly, but sill holding


But holding them firmly enough I can’t get loose. I twist and squirm making my boobs jiggle in my stretchy black suit but I soon realize I’m still a bit woozy from that stone cold stunner and I stop struggling and turn to watch you as you talk...

The fake eyelash knocked partially loose by the stunner is now barely hanging by a thread, flittering each time I blink bad I sway there uneasily held up by the cops ...”nhhh...ohhh...”

As you finish your speech the police officers release me. I turn and see the officers holding Vinny and Bruno at ringside are uncuffing them. As soon as they’re loose they RUN up the aisle not waiting for me. Fans yell and laugh at them as they flee like rats.

I start to yell at them but as you finish your speech my mind is racing...I hear the fans seem uncertain about your message...I turn round and round trying to figure out what is happening...then when you invite me to take a good look at YOUR belt and hold out your hand...some fans remembering a snarky comment I’ve made to you before both of our matches start chanting LOOK-BUT-DON’T-TOUCH!-LOOK-BUT-DON’T-TOUCH!....I fume and clench my fists at my sides then cup my hands over my ears to muffle their chanting

“Shut UP!” I hiss but it continues...the ref waves her hand trying to calm me and coaxes me to shake your hand “Go on Erica shake her hand...”

I look at her and frown, then turn to you, my eyes glancing at the shiny belt, then my eyes fix on yours as I reach out to take your hand....



BRANDI

A tense silence descends over the arena as you move towards me and offer me your hand to shake.  The way you look at the belt is worrying.  You are like Gollum with his ‘precious’ and there is a slightly insane gleam in your eyes as you lift your gaze to meet mine.  You look wrecked, attire, make up, hair, your body.  But then again so do I.  We’ve both suffered in this hard fought match and have actually both been unconscious.  We probably both need to visit ER to be checked out.  And my knee is definitely in big trouble.  I won’t be defending this belt for a while that’s for sure.  But in spite of everything we have done to each other, surely two seasoned warriors like us at the end of a hard fight should at least have a grudging respect for each other, right?  I go to take your hand.

“No Brandi!  Don't do it!  Don’t trust her!”  Some fans yell at me as I slowly and tentatively push my hand out towards yours.  This is a big risk I know, but I keep going until we grasp each other’s hands and begin to tighten our grips.

ERICA

I eye you warily as our hands touch.  Tightening my grip just enough to qualify for a “handshake” for a split second...then tossing your hand away as I release...sneering as I gaze into your eyes...wanting to knock the shit out of you...

But I feel still a little woozy and my whole body aches and to be honest I’m not sure I really want a piece of you right now, even in your obviously injured condition...

So I turn and walk away as fans cheer.  The ref moves to position herself between us in case I’m bluffing or have a change of heart, escorting me to the ropes where I bend with a wince and slink thru then sit down on the apron and slide off to the floor before staggering up the aisle...a few fans in EDV shirts slap me on the shoulder as I pass by but most laugh and yell and jeer “Haha you got your ASS kicked!”...”Do you miss your shiny belt?! Haha!”

I mutter and curse as I stagger to the curtain and disappear.



BRANDI

The crowd gasp in disgust and disapproval as you knock my hand away so disrespectfully.  I’m not surprised at your behaviour but I’m still shocked by it.  As you move away to the rope having snubbed me so harshly, I look away and slightly upwards, deliberately averting my gaze from you as I fight back tears of anger and hurt.  All my gesture has done is stir up even more bad feeling between us.  It has just perpetuated the cycle of hatred. 

“Fuck You then, Erica!”  I call after you as you slide through the ropes.  Then I get the ref to help me to the corner so that I can mount the middle ropes and lean out over the top turnbuckle to stretch the belt out in two hands and display it in all its splendour to the crowd and the TV cameras.  All the time, I continue calling out after you, “Fuck you then, Erica!  I got the belt and you don’t!  So fuck you, bitch!”