It had been over two months since Fire had been in the ring, but
she had more pressing matters to tend to, namely her marriage.
It had been on the rocks for quite some time, and Fire was
worried that it might come to an end before she had the chance to
do something about it. Her husband had gotten into the habit of
going out almost every night and Fire’s pre-occupation with
wrestling did little to dissuade him. She spent a great deal of
time going to the gym, arranging her matches, competing in and
recovering from them as well. But she decided to change her
focus and make some adjustments in her lifestyle. She started
going to work much earlier in the morning which allowed her to
leave early too. That gave her enough time to go to the gym
directly from work and still be able to get home in time to
shower and make herself beautiful before making dinner and
greeting her husband when he came home. As a result he began to
stay home more often, going out only twice per week. She tried
very hard to always look her best, even on the nights when he
went out, hoping that he would decide to stay home, but he never
did. Though their relationship still lacked the passion it once
had, at least they were getting re-acquainted. They would spend
time each evening just sitting and talking and though their sex
life was virtually non-existent, at least it was a step in the
right direction. In order to bring their relationship back to
it’s former glory however, Fire then implemented the first step
of her two step plan. She took off from work on a Friday and
spent the entire morning and most of the afternoon at the beauty
salon. She got the whole treatment, facial, body waxing and
massage, hair and make-up and a manicure and pedicure. Having
spent almost all of her money, she used whatever was left to buy
a bottle of expensive French perfume. She got home in time to
begin cooking his favorite dinner, homemade lasagna. She made
the pasta and sauce herself from scratch which took a couple of
hours. She then cleaned their apartment and placed candles all
around, spraying the perfume everywhere. She then changed,
wearing only a pair of fishnet stockings and high heels. She lit
the candles, doused herself with the perfume, put on some soft
music and waited for him to arrive. When he did, he was amazed
at what he saw. They proceeded to have a romantic evening
concluding with a session of passionate love-making. The next
morning, Fire expected that they would stay in bed and pick up
where they left off. But without the benefit of the professional
beauty treatment, he awoke early and went about the usual weekend
chores. Although disappointed, fire was nonetheless satisfied
with the evening’s festivities. You see although she looked
ravishing the night before, in the morning she was less
stimulating. Although a knock-out with the help of
professionals, Fire was just average without that benefit.
As her husband carried out the weekend chores, Fire decided it
was time for step two of her plan. Step two was a little more
complicated, but sure to win him over completely, or so she
thought. Several months ago Fire had wrestled against Helen,
with her husband present. Helen abused Fire that night and had
to be assisted by her husband. He took her home, put her in bed
and then proceeded to go out and meet up with Helen. Fire knew
about this and resolved to get even. She remembered how her
husband used to take a fervent interest in her wrestling and be
excited by watching her beat-up another woman. So the next phase
of Fire’s plan was to challenge Helen for the championship, which
Helen now possessed, and invite her husband to watch. Once he
saw his wife ravage Helen in the ring, it would certainly win him
back. So Fire set out to make the arrangements. She challenged
Helen through the matchmakers at the federation and Helen
enthusiastically accepted the challenge. What Fire did not know
was that, on the nights her husband went out, he was meeting up
with Helen and carrying on a blazing affair. Although not
enamored with Fire’s husband, Helen enjoyed the cruelty of
seducing her rival’s husband. She wanted nothing better than to
humiliate Fire in front of him and then seduce him afterward.
Fire too was enthralled by the thought of humiliating Helen in
front of him, so the match promised to be quite a memorable
evening. With the plans set, both women prepared for the
contest. Fire invited her husband, who eagerly agreed to come
watch. Unbeknownst to Fire however, he would secretly be rooting
for the champion.
The time before the match went quickly and the night arrived
abruptly. Fire came to the arena with her husband, who left her
alone in her locker room. Expecting Helen to be attired lewdly,
Fire did her best to choose the most seductive outfit she could
find. Although a designer had made the outfits for her previous
few matches, Fire was out of money and could no longer afford
that luxury. She also could not afford the personalized beauty
treatment she had been treating herself to and so she was on her
own. Instead of the body waxing she been receiving, she used a
razor. She did her own hair and make-up and applied oil to her
body herself. Having completely readied herself, she then
slipped on her outfit. Fire was going for maximum exposure, and
her suit accomplished that goal. It was a black bikini, but
quite revealing. The top was a spaghetti strap number with foam
inserts to lift her small, 34 inch chest. The fabric ended just
slightly above her nipples, offering little more than the bare
minimum coverage. The bottom was a thong, a thin strip of black
material running up the crack of her butt and a small triangular
piece of black material covering her private parts in front. She
checked herself over in the mirror and was satisfied with the
result. She was called to the arena and strutted to the entrance
confidently. As she made her way toward the ring, the crowd was
astounded by her attire and began to catcall and hoot at her.
She was uncomfortable with the response, but it had been what she
was looking for as she glanced over at her husband as she climbed
into the ring. He was sitting in the front row and his
embarrassment was obvious as his face turned red. But the
attention of the howling crowd soon turned toward the back of the
arena as the champion began to make her way toward the ring,
wearing a long, flowing, white cape. Helen climbed into the
ring, winking at Fire’s husband as she made her way to her
corner. Fire caught the gesture, which Helen had intended, and
grew angry. Since this was a championship match, and announcer
made his way to the center of the ring to introduce the two
combatants. “Ladies and gentlemen!” he began, “this is a match
for the Championship! The principals, in the black corner,
standing 5’5” and weighing 125 lbs., the challenger, FIRE!” he
roared as the crowd cheered lewdly for the diminutive brunette.
Fire raised her hands over her head and acknowledged the cheers,
but expected Helen to reveal an outfit at least as racy as hers
very shortly. The announcer then began the introduction of her
opponent. “And in the white corner, standing 5’8” and weighing
140 lbs., THE CHAMPION, HELEN!” he exclaimed. Just as he
announced her name, Helen slipped her white cape off, just as she
had done the last time these tow women faced each other, to
reveal just what Fire had expected. The crowd jumped to their
feet and burst into a frenzy at the sight of the champion’s
outfit. Helen wore a white, eye-popping bikini. The top was
strapless, dangerously low-cut number. Unlike Fire, Helen
possessed a ample chest, and it stood at attention in front of
her, ready to burst from beneath the skimpy garment. The white
bottom was Brazilian cut, slightly less revealing than Fire’s
thing, but not by much. The crowd continued to roar as Helen
paraded around the ring, strutting flauntingly past Fire.
Helen’s body was flawless, taut and curvy without being muscular.
Her legs were long and lean and her thick, black hair added to
the eroticism of her appearance. Fire on the other hand was
shorter and less spectacular than her brunette counterpart. Her
black hair was much shorter, her body less taut. Her stomach,
although flat, was somewhat spongy. Her legs were shorter and
thighs less contoured than Helen’s, but nonetheless she was
attractive in her own right, just less striking. But as
expected, the crowd sided with the striking champion. Unfazed,
even expecting the crowd’s reaction, Fire was unfazed and
prepared to do battle with the champion. Besides, she had a
score to settle.
As the bell rang, a lump immediately formed in fire’s throat.
This was much more than just a wrestling match, it would very
possibly determine the future of her marriage, and Fire began to
feel the weight of that burden. She glanced over one last time
at her husband who was sitting on the edge of his seat. She then
took one last deep breath and headed out of her corner. To her
surprise, Helen had made a beeline across the ring and was right
on top of her as she looked up.
Only a few steps out of corner, Fire was off guard as Helen
raised her hands and pushed Fire back into the corner by the
shoulders. As Fire backpedaled, she turned her right shoulder to
the rear, causing Helen to lose her balance. Fire then turned
herself completely around, whipping Helen back into the corner as
she stood in front of her. Fire then placed her left hand under
Helen’s chin and forced her head straight back. Helen’s swiveled
downward as Fire pushed her hand forward. Holding Helen’s head
in a descending manner, Fire then clenched her fist and delivered
five straight uppercuts into her belly. Helen made a mumbled
groaning sound, her mouth forced closed by fire’s tight grip on
her throat. Fire then immediately grabbed hold of Helen’s wrist
and slingshot her across the ring. Helen raced forward before
slamming into the distant corner, her head snapping rearward as
her back smacked against the turnbuckle. Helen’s large chest
bounced up and down as her body settled back into the corner.
Fire ran across the ring and stood in front of Helen before
raising her hands and lunging for the champion’s throat.
Reacting quickly however, Helen reached up and grabbed Fire’s
wrists before she could clench onto her throat and reversed their
positions, just as Fire had done to her in the other corner.
Helen now stood in front of Fire and raised her foot, planting it
into Fire’s belly. Fire slumped forward as Helen drove her foot
further into her midsection. Helen then raised her hands to grab
hold of Fire’s wrist and toss her into the air, but Fire jutted
her hands forward and clamped her fingers around Helen’s two
copious breasts. Fire dug her fingers into the fleshy mounds,
squeezing as hard as she could. Helen began to scream and rolled
her head from side to side, agonizing over the painful grasp.
Fire grimaced as she tried to have her fingers meet in the middle
as she ingrained them into Helen’s bosom. Still screaming, Helen
suddenly thrust her head forward and smacked it into the bridge
of Fire’s nose. Startled, Fire slumped back into the corner as
Helen stepped up onto the bottom rope. She then quickly lowered
her chest onto Fire’s face, engulfing the brunette’s face beneath
them. Helen then squeezed them together from each side in order
to trap Fire beneath them. The crowd jumped to their feet in awe
of the champion’s prowess as Fire began to squirm and wriggle to
free herself. Helen stood atop the rope, a smug expression on
her face as Fire could not escape from beneath her assets.
Fire’s arms waved wildly at her sides, but Helen was relentless
as she squeezed her breasts tightly around the trapped woman’s
face. After what seemed like an eternity, and to the dismay of
the crowd, Helen finally lifted her breasts off of Fire and
stepped back off of the ropes, leaving Fire struggling to catch
her breath.
Fire wrapped her arms over the top rope as she panted. Helen
stepped forward and, reaching down, grabbed hold of Fire’s ankles
and pulled them up in front of her. Fire’s arm remained draped
over the top rope as her body lifted parallel to the mat. Helen
backed up as she pulled her opponent’s legs up, stretching her
body away from the corner. Fire’s face showed her fear and
concentration as her arms were pulled off of the ropes with only
her fingers wrapped around the cable. She battled to maintain
her hold of the ropes while Helen tried to pull her off of them,
Fire’s entire body now stretched to the max. The battle raged
for several seconds until Helen finally gave one mighty tug and
yanked Fire’s hands off of the ropes, sending her body plummeting
toward the mat. Fire descended quickly before her back smacked
against the canvas. Helen then quickly trotted over to her head
and pressed the arch of her bare right foot down onto the center
of Fire’s throat, gradually increasing the amount of her body
weight shifted onto it. Eventually she lifted her left foot
completely off of the mat, pressing all of her weight down onto
Fire’s throat. Fire’s body flailed around on the canvas like a
freshly caught fish as she flopped and floundered to free
herself. Her face began to turn bright red and she desperately
tried to force Helen’s foot off of her windpipe, but to no avail.
The crowd cheered Helen on as she looked down at her frantic foe
who was slowly losing her breath. Fire’s arms and legs gradually
decreased their activity, but just before completely losing their
fight, Helen stepped off of Fire and walked over to the corner of
the ring. Fire rolled onto her side, clutching her crushed
esophagus as she wheezed and coughed. Resting her arms on the
top, Helen arched her back, posing provocatively before gazing
over at Fire’s husband and smiling. He smiled back, smitten by
the vicious yet beautiful wrestler. His wife meanwhile was in
trouble, but he did not seem fazed by that fact. Fire struggled
to her knees, still clutching her throat as Helen continued to
flirt with her husband. Once upright however, Helen pranced over
and stood directly in front of her. As Helen reached down to
grab Fire by the hair, the wheezing brunette wrapped her arms
around Helen’s legs and pulled her down to the mat. Helen landed
on her back as Fire pushed herself up onto her feet, still
embracing Helen’s gams. She pulled Helen’s legs up to her waist
and in close to her body for leverage. As her shoulders lay
against the mat however, Helen clenched her legs tightly
together, squeezing them around Fire’s waist. Fire was surprised
by the maneuver and the power of Helen’s long legs as they
clamped around her midsection, compressing it tightly. Fire
could feel her innards being squashed by Helen’s tight grip, but
used her advantageous position to fight back. She raised her
arms over her head, giving Helen the opportunity to increase the
pressure, but then slammed her joined fists into Helen’s upended
stomach. Helen loosened her grip momentarily, but then locked
her legs again. Fire grimaced as she readied herself for a
repeat of the attack. Unfortunately, each time she raised her
hands, it gave Helen the chance to apply more pressure. But
ignoring the pain, Fire rammed her fists downward and again
slammed them into Helen’s body, which hung off of her. Again
Helen relaxed her grip, but tightened again shortly. Frustrated,
Fire then began to revolve in place, forcing Helen’s body to lift
off of the mat and spin with her. Fire built up momentum,
causing Helen to extend sideways as she revolved around Fire, her
legs still wrapped tightly around the center of her opponent’s
body. Fire continued to turn, Helen’s arms extended in front of
her as her chest jiggled up toward her face. Eventually Helen
could hold on no longer and opened her legs, sending her sailing
across the ring and crashing to the mat.
Fire took a second to re-gain her balance, and then charged over
to the champion, who was in the process of getting up but having
trouble re-gaining her bearings. She was on all fours and
shaking her head back and forth to clear it as Fire snuck up
behind her. Standing directly behind the kneeling champ, Fire
placed her hands on Helen’s butt and leap-frogged her, landing on
Helen’s shoulder blades as her legs wrapped around Helen’s bowed
head. Fire was shocked as she sat atop the champion. The move
was designed to knock Helen to the floor with Fire perched on top
of her, but Helen remained on her hands and knees. Even more
miraculously, Helen began to push herself up onto her feet with
Fire sitting on her shoulders. The crowd roared their approval
as Helen stood upright, Fire’s thighs clenched tightly around her
head. Helen walked toward the corner, Fire sitting helplessly on
top of her as Helen grabbed onto Fire’s thighs with her hands.
Fire squeezed her thighs tightly together as the crowd roared the
unusual action. Fire took a deep breath, clamped her legs
tightly together and then fell forward. To Helen’s surprise,
Fire fell forward toward the mat, forcing Helen’s head down with
her. Fire tucked her head into her chin and landed on her
shoulders, tumbling over and flipping Helen over her by the head.
As Fire’s body completed her somersault, she opened her legs and
sent Helen crashing to the mat on her back before she slid into
the corner. Helen’s legs spread open as she landed only a foot
or two from the corner and slid forward. Her crotch slammed into
the corner support pole, forcing her body to a screeching halt.
Fire jumped to her feet as did the crowd who cheered the athletic
maneuver. Fire wasted no time however, and immediately stood up
at Helen’s head, facing her outstretched body. She then knelt
down, placing her knees directly over Helen’s two breasts. She
lowered her weight down, squashing Helen’s mounds of flesh as the
champion squealed in pain. The crowd went ballistic, cheering
and hooting the debaucherous move by the challenger. Fire raised
her hands over her head and glanced out at her husband who was
watching intently. Helen meanwhile was squirming beneath her,
trying to wriggle free. Finally Helen reached up and grabbed a
handful of hair from the back of Fire’s head and pulled her off.
Fire tumbled alongside Helen as the champion immediately rolled
over and positioned herself on top of Fire. She pinned her knees
on top of Fire’s arms and stared down angrily at her rival. “So,
you like my chest, eh bitch?”, Helen whispered menacingly at her
trapped foe. She then slid herself down Fire’s oily body so that
she was mounted atop Fire’s belly. She then reached down and dug
her fingers into Fire’s paltry breasts and squeezed. “Maybe
that’s because you don’t have much of your own!” she whispered
tauntingly as she ingrained her fingers into Fire’s small mounds
of flesh. “What little you do have I’m gonna rip off of your
body!” she muttered as she tried to tear them off of Fire. The
trapped brunette screamed in horror, but was unable to defend
herself since her arms were pinned below Helen’s legs. The crowd
jumped to their feet in thunderous cheers as Fire screamed in
agony. The champ continued to try and rip away part of Fire’s
womanhood for quite some time before finally relenting and
lifting her hands off of her less endowed competitor. Fire was
sobbing and whimpering, her partially exposed breasts scarlet red
and branded with Helen’s’ fingerprints.
Helen smiled mischievously as she sat on top of the sniffling
Fire, but then a strange thing happened. The judge on the
outside of the ring began to count loudly, “1...2...3...”. Helen
realized that she was pinning fire’s shoulders to the mat,
thereby forcing the count. She quickly lifted her knees off of
fire’s shoulders and yanked her head up by the hair to end the
count. She put her nose directly in front of Fire’s and said
threateningly, “You’re not getting off that easy bitch, first I’m
gonna make you suffer”. Fire’s eyes were full of tears as she
stared timidly back at the champion. Helen then stood up, pulling
Fire up by the hair with her. She shoved the wounded brunette
back into the corner and then stepped up in front of her. She
cocked her arm and fired a forceful uppercut into Fire’s oily
belly. Fire’s flat stomach reacted like a trampoline, her skin
surrounding Helen’s fist before swallowing it and then spitting
it out. Fire groaned before Helen unleashed an even more
powerful punch into the rubbery region. It landed square on
Fire’s belly button and forced it inward. Fire felt as if
Helen’s fist had pierced her internal organs it sunk so deep into
her gut before rebounding off of them and escaping. Helen’s fist
was now shiny as the oil from Fire’s belly was transferred over
to Helen’s active fist. Helen unleashed one more uppercut,
driving her fist into the lower portion of Fire’s tummy, just
above the waistline of her G-string. The rubbery skin on Fire’s
tummy dimpled as Helen’s fist sank into it. Fire’s head slumped
forward and her arms sagged from the top ropes in the corner as
Helen finally pulled her arm out from inside of Fire’s body.
Helen then reached down with her right hand and sunk her fingers
into Fire’s crotch, causing the battered brunette to let out a
piercing screech while Helen dug her digits into the sensitive
area. She then wrapped her left hand around Fire’s throat and in
one motion pushed her up into the air. She held her in the air
and then walked quickly to the opposite corner of the ring. Fire
was in excruciating pain, her crushed esophagus being compressed
further and her genitalia being squeezed sadistically as Helen
carried her forward. The champion then tossed fire’s body into
the corner like a bag full of trash, sending her legs sailing
over the top ropes as her back smashed into the turnbuckle.
Fire’s neck bent inward as her head slammed against the canvas,
her whole body quacking from the impact. She finally came to
rest in the corner, her legs bent outside of the ring, the back
of her knees resting on the top rope and holding her in place.
Helen charged in front of her and began to deliver a furious
flurry of kicks into Fire’s already battered belly. Fire’s
springy midsection collapsed in and then exploded out with each
vicious stomp, her greasy skin jiggling continuously from the
fervent attack. Helen’s foot would disappear for a split second,
engulfed by the pliant skin on Fire’s stomach, and then appear
again, only to be rammed back again. After a torturously long
period, Helen finally relinquished the attack and left the limp
Fire dangling from the corner. She took a few seconds to catch
her breath, having spent a great deal of energy on the continuous
assault. After replenishing her oxygen, she reached down and
grabbed a handful of Fire’s hair, pulling her head up off of the
canvas. Her legs still draped over the ropes, Fire’s entire body
lifted parallel to the mat. Helen then stepped forward, spread
her legs and straddled Fire’s head. She then clamped them
tightly together, squeezing her thighs against the sides of
Fire’s head and mashing Fire’s face into her crotch. She then
clamped her legs tightly together, raised her hands over her head
and slammed her joined fists into Fire’s bruised belly. She
landed five blasts before spreading her legs against and sending
Fire’s upper body plunging downward. Her head smacked against
the canvas as Helen knelt down next to her. “Now both you and
your husband can say that you’ve been there!” Helen whispered
depravedly to her abused opponent. Tears streamed down Fire’s
cheeks as she hung from the ropes, tortured both physically and
emotionally.
Having had enough, Helen stood up and tossed Fire’s legs back
into the ring. The battered brunette landed face down, but Helen
then kicked her over onto her back. Fire’s body flopped over
limply, her legs spread eagle below her, her arms laying
languidly out to her sides. Helen then walked over to her head,
standing directly over Fire’s face. She faced Fire’s
outstretched body, lifting her feet and stepping down onto Fire’s
arms. She then slowly lowered her body in a sitting position and
gradually sat squarely on Fire’s face. She pressed her butt onto
Fire’s red face, spreading her legs out to the sides as they
stepped on the trapped woman’s arms. The judge began to count
quickly as the crowd roared their approval. Fire’s body
quivered, but it had no fight left in it. Finally the count
reached 10 and Helen leisurely lifted herself off of Fire and
walked toward the corner. She turned to Fire’s husband and blew
him a kiss, to which he blushed. After completing her
celebration, Helen climbed out of the ring, victorious and still
the champion. Fire meanwhile was attended to in the ring by the
first aid squad which gave her some smelling salts before helping
her to her feet. The carried her back to the dressing room and
lay her down on the couch. Her husband walked in and kissed her
on the cheek. She was sobbing and could not talk, but he told
her to wait there and that the doctor would be in to see her
shortly. He told her he would be right back and walked out of
the room. He went to see Helen and congratulated her on an
impressive victory. He was so turned on by her physical
dominance that he could not control himself. As his wife lay in
the next room being checked by the doctor, bruised and
emotionally shattered, he proceeded to make love to Helen. She
was given a clean bill of health, despite some painful bruises
and soreness, she would be fine. But Fire was not concerned with
her physical condition. She knew this would have serious
implications on her marriage, she just was not sure to what
extent. As her husband pulled his pants on in the next room, it
was obvious that she had no idea the extent of the damage.
