Friday afternoon, and The Puma was moving quietly through her large ranch the she had dubbed 'The Duelist' making sure everything was ready for the weekend events that would start in just a few hours. From the groom who tended the handful of horses she used to ride around her 1200 acre estate to the cook and the maid to prepare the bulk of the foods and keep inside the place clean and the groundskeeper who was even now finishing up the wood fenced enclosed backyard where a lot of the fighting was likely to take place.
Satisfied at last everything was ready, she retired to her own sumptuous bedroom for a final couple hours nap, sprawling out on the bed fully nude as she tended to do though her sleep was somewhat fitful as her dreams began to weave around the image of Herta who was even now enroute to her home. Herta like herself had made a small fortune fighting in the underground wrestling leagues, as well as in competative session wrestling, and were women of some reknown within their own countries, Puma in the United States and Herta in Germany where she current lived down in the Bavarian region she grew up in. Both were aware of each other's record for fights, Puma was currently at 153-4-0 while Herta was 181-11-3 and few women could match their records, names such as Yilonda, Bear, and Andraia were the only women world wide with better records, but for now the two of them had their eyes on each other, and Puma was delighted when she had received an E-mail from Herta saying she was coming to the United states for some wrestling here, a full month of it in fact, and wanted to tangle with her. Puma had promptly offered her a paid ticket to the local airport along with an invite to make a weekend of it and several rough matches and Petra had within a couple hours accepted.
A soft knock on the door announced it was almost time, and Puma arose, and slipped on her own favorite dress, a leaopard skin bikini she had custom made from an actual leopard, complete with the spotted fur and strolled out in to the backyard for a few leisurely laps in the pool before emnerging and settling in to a sun lounger to wait on her foe to be.
For Herta, her own story had been along similar lines, Even now, she was on her way from New York where she had initially landed and then boarded a chartered corporate jet to take her to a local airport close to where Puma lived and she was dreaming of the pending fights as well, nearby a laptop was auto repeating a DVD of several matches she had been studying of the Puma's fights in the underground leagues, her final conclusion of her foe 'Adaptable and Dangerous. She knew this would be one of her hardest encounters, and she also knew she had to be her best as well, for it was not just wrestling she had in mind. Herta was planning to lead Puma in to a series of dangerous matches to slowly break her down even at risk to herself, and when the time was right, she planned to force a domination match on her. The dangerous type where it was winner takes all. Loser claimes the winner and all her possesions. She wanted to break Puma and establish herself there in the USA as one of the new top contenders. But she would have to be careful and not reveal her plans or Puma may balk and end their encounter before she could spring the match on her and get her to agree to it.
Finally the jolt of the jet touching down awoke her and she gathered her stuff and disembarked for the ride out to Puma's ranch. It was getting on towards evening as she passed under the arched sign proclaiming the ranch's name and was dropped off at the front door. Her knock was promptly answered by the maid and she was shown to the main guest room, one almost as lavish as her foe's where she showered and then changed to a bikini of her own, a blood red Tonga style that she knew accented her body, then allowed herself to be shown out to the back and left there alone with Puma as she arose from where she was sitting ready to greet her for and for the two women to get their first real close assesment of each other.
Puma was herself 5'10 inch and looked to be between 160 and 165 pounds on a larger boned frame, there was little if any fat showing on her dusky skin, a gift of her mixed heritage of a Samoan mother and a native anerican father. It was all on a muscular 37-27-38D frame topped by medium brown hair set in a chieftess topknot and emerald green eyes theat was now cooly surveying her own foe.
Herta forherself was similarly larged boned and enjoyed the gifts of her native Bavarian homeland granting her an 6'1" height and 205 pounds of solid body though not as muscular looking as Puma. Her own skin was noticably paler in contrast, but she held herself in a manner that suggested within her laid a lot more strength and power than was suspected, a fact many of her foes had discovered the hard way. her own frame suggested 39-38-40DD or possibly even an E cup which even now bulged behind the tight bikini.
"So," Petra said, "We finally meet, Let's bypass the feeling out of each other and get down to the rougher matches shall we?" she said, hoping to catch Puma out by starting very rough. Puma's own eyes widened for a moment in surprise, and she agreed, and asked what Herta had in mind. "Begger's KO" was Herta's immediate response and Puma's eye opened in a bit of surprise, this is usually something that was done after a couple matches had taken place so both knew each other better, but then she shrugged and agreed, and suggested dinner first and then an hours rest to let it digest, but Herta just waved a hand as if annoyed. "Forget the food, I came here to fight, The winner can dine on the meal while the loser sleeps off her loss. That got an arched eyebrow from Puma and she nodded and answered. "Fair enough, I have several places we can fight, inside a matted room, and out here we have the grass, and over by the large tree" gesturing across the huge yard and there not far from the pool stood a regulation pro ring, "And I even have a special area for a form of pit fighting if you wish, as well as other locations for matches. "
Herta took in the suggestions and looking around turned her attention to the pro style ring and started that way, it was the environment she was most familiar with and would use it now in her bid to win this first fight. Puma was just a few seconds behind her as she stopped briefly at a mounted panel and flicked a few light switches. From the branches overhanging the ring, lanterns came on shining down on the ring below lighting it somewhat dimly but more than enough for both women to easily see each other and the ring itself. Climbing the steps from the one corner, Herta ducked between the middle and top rope and walked to the far corner where she tunred and waited. Puma was not that far behind, and grasping the top rope she did a slingshot leapfrog vault over the top landing almost cat like on her own feet then backed in to the corner where she did a few last minute slow stretches and eyed her opponent.
"Just to be sure here" Puma said, "Begger's KO to me means no submission, KO finish and only after the loser begs the fight to stop and also begs the winner to apply the finisher hold and put them out, right?!?" Herta grinned from her own corner and bounced a bit on her bare feet. "You got it bitch, and I am going to enjoy breaking you until you do beg!" Puma's eyes narrowed at that taunt and the emerald color seemed to take on a slight light as she said, a touch of annoyance in her voice, "That remains to be seen." She left her corner slowly walking next to the ropes to her left, her eyes fixed on Herta, "No one has ever beaten me at this type of match, you may have made a bad choice demanding this as the first fight." Herta's response was a wicked grin, and she snapped, "Better get ready to lose then, neither have I so far as Begger's KO is concerned, so tonight one of us will see that win streak snapped!: Even as she said these last words she matched Puma coming along the ropes until they were almost together there at the ring post between them, it was a dangerous spot where one can be trapped in a corner and Herta grabbed for and arm seeking to snare it and whip Puma in to it face first , The move seemed a good one as she snared her smaller foe and threw her, but Puma leaped as well and cuaght the middle rope with her feet and legs beding then snapping spring like she flung herself backwars slamming in to herta and tumbling her backwards in turn to the hard canvas while Puma hit on her feet and spun out and away from her foe to center ring abd grinned at herta as she rose and tunrned her way.
Now near the center the two closed and locked up, both spending several long seconds getting an initial feel for the other's strength and reactions to shifts before Herta shoved hard forcing Puma back a couple feet and then raised her hands fingers spread in the classic invite to the fingerlock test of strength. "Dare you lock hands with me and see who drops to their knees?" Without hesitation, Puma raised her hands and closed, palms touching and fingers quickly interlacing while her eyes met Hertaa's and then both women frunted as they begam to struggle. In a soft voice Puma said, "They don't call me the duelist for nothing kitten, you are about to see why!" And she drove in close forcing the hands up over their heads taking an unusual risk as Herta's extra inches would seem to be to her advantage, and Herta was willing to do just that as she tried to force Puma's arms backwards as well as force the wrists to bend back as a part of forcing her foe down.
To Be Continued. . . .
