Chelsea Clinton stood in one corner of a wrestling ring. The sandy haired beauty wore a black sports bra and yellow and black striped shorts along with yellow and black boots. In the opposite corner stood Caity Lotz. Caity wore a black sports bra, black tights, black boots, and a gold belt around her waist. Caity reached behind and unfastened the belt and held it over her head. She smiled as the announcer called out this match for the Celebrity Women Wrestling Association world championship. She handed the belt to the referee and looked across the ring at Chelsea. Caity had to stop herself from laughing as Chelsea walked toward her. The referee signalled for the bell and Chelsea took a step forward as she drove a straight hard punch into Caity's washboard abs. Caity let out a breath through her lips and smiled.
"This is how you do it." said Caity as she spun, bent a little, and drove her elbow into Chelsea's soft gut above her navel.
"Shoooooo!" spat Chelsea as she was doubled over.
"This is my number one contender?" asked Caity with a smile.
Caity pushed Chelsea back into the corner, bent over, and pulled herself forward, driving her shoulder into Chelsea's waist.
"Awwhhhh!" screamed Chelsea as she was bent over again.
After three quick shoulder thrusts Caity let Chelsea drop to a seated position in the corner. Caity backed up into the opposite corner. She ran across the ring and jumped to dropkick Chelsea in the chest. Chelsea's eyes widened when she saw Caity coming and rolled to the side. Caity groaned as her feet slid under the bottom turnbuckled and slammed into the ring post. Chelsea grabbed Caity's arms and pulled her out into the middle of the ring. Chelsea jumped and landed with both knees on Caity's belly.
"Oooooossshhh!" grunted Caity as she curled her legs up and rolled to her side.
Chelsea rolled her back over on her back and lay across Caity's chest. The referee counted to two before Caity rolled over on her side.
"How are those legs doing?" asked Chelsea as she stomped down on Caity's knee.
"They would be a lot better if you would quit doing that." groaned Caity as she tried to squirm away.
Chelsea lifted Caity's right ankle and slapped a kick into the back of Caity's right thigh. Caity screamed as she turned over on her side and yanked her leg away from Chelsea.
"Not so tough without your legs under you, now are you?" asked Chelsea.
Chelsea dropped to the mat, with her elbow ready to drive into Caity's chest. Caity rolled out of the way and Chelsea fell flat on the mat. Caity spun her feet and rolled back up to to a standing position.
"I'm hurt, not incapacitated." said Caity.
Chelsea got up to her knees and Caity slapped a hard kick into the middle of Chelsea's back.
"Oooo!" groaned Chelsea as the impact echoed in the arena.
Caity spun around and snapped another kick into Chelsea's chest. Chelsea's eyes widened and her tongue lolled out as she tried to catch her breath. Caity hooked her arm around Chelsea's chin to bend her backward and put her foot in the back of Chelsea's right knee to keep her from moving. With her body stretched out Chelsea quickly realized that she was helpless and at the mercy of a merciless opponent. Caity smiled as she spread her feet apart, pulling Chelsea's head back further. Caity put her thumb in Chelsea's big belly button and moved it back and forth making Chelsea's belly shimmy.
"Awh come one Chelsea, is that all you've got?" teased Caity.
Chelsea's face reddened from embarrassment, then anger. She jerked her arm back, driving her elbow into Caity's gut. Caity wasn't expecting it this time and it drove the wind out of her body, making Caity release the hold on Chelsea. Chelsea jumped to her feet and spun around, to find that Caity had made it to her feet first. Caity drove the toe of her boot up into Chelsea's navel.
"Awwphh!" spat Chelsea as she bent over.
Caity wrapped her arm around Chelsea's neck, then began to turn around, forcing Chelsea to turn back to back with Caity. Caity held her hand under Chelsea's chin and stopped.
"This move has a lot of names. Rick Rude called it Rude Awakening, Layla called it the Lay out. I just call it Lotz of Hurt." said Caity.
"Awh no!" groaned Chelsea.
Caity kicked her feet out and dropped to a seated postion, bouncing Chelsea's head and neck off her shoulder. Chelsea fell over on her side, but Caity rolled Chelsea over on her back. She put her left hand across Chelsea's chest and her right hand on Chelsea's belly and put all her weight on her fallen opponent. Chelsea tried to kick her leg as the referee counted, but he made it to three before Chelsea even realized where she was. Caity stood up and took her belt back from the referee and held it over her head smiling when she heard a few cheers among the boos.
