It had been more than 2 months since Rikki had made her move. She received a "once in a lifetime" opportunity to re-locate to a new town, and although she did it with trepidation, she did in fact do it. Her new job was exciting, challenging and extremely well paying. In addition, her new company had found her a great apartment and helped her to get acclimated to her new surroundings. But Rikki loved her "old" home, the friends she had made and the comfort of familiar surroundings. It was hard to leave, but she did it. Her personality was not exactly that of a wallflower however, and the fact that she had made so many new friends so easily helped her transition. In fact, it seemed like she had been living in her new home for a lifetime. But one of Rikki's biggest concerns was that she would have to give up her favorite hobby once she moved, namely wrestling. She had competed as a wrestler for several years, and belonged to one of the best known organizations in her part of the country. Rikki was one of that groups most active and best wrestlers, and she was sorry to leave. But after a few weeks in her new town, she heard about a smaller wrestling federation, and pursued it. Based on her reputation, she was readily accepted to the new federation, and introduced to all of the girls. Rikki's outgoing, pleasant personality allowed her to become friendly with many of them, and she quickly became a fixture, even before her first match.
One of the girls whom she did not hit off with however was Helen. This did not surprise anyone, since Helen was a surly bitch. She was a beautiful woman with a great body, but her personality was the opposite of her appearance. The matchmakers at the federation noticed the animosity between the two girls, and decided to pit Rikki against Helen in her first match. Helen was one of the better wrestlers, but also one of the most inconsistent, and one of the meanest. On a good night, she had been known to destroy her opponent, but on a bad night she was very beatable. Rikki, on the other hand was a very talented wrestler, and very consistent. She was always ready for a match, and always fought fair. The two seemed to be pretty well matched, and it promised to be an interesting match-up. On the night of the match, Rikki's dressing room had the atmosphere of a party. A few of her old friends had made the trip to watch her in action, and some of her new friends had joined her in her locker room before the match as well. The group of girls talked and laughed with Rikki as she waited for her match to begin. Noticing that she was set to wrestle in 20 minutes, Rikki asked the group to go find their seats while she prepared herself for battle. She kissed each of the girls, saving the longest kiss and embrace for her ex-girlfriend who had made the trip. Finally Rikki was alone and the noise in her dressing room had turned to silence. She paced nervously back and forth like a caged lion as she waited to be called. In the next room however, Helen was alone as she prepared herself. The noise coming from Rikki's locker room earlier had angered her, and put her in a more foul mood than usual. Helen knew of Rikki's reputation, and noticed how popular she had become since she joined the fed, but Helen was determined to steal her thunder tonight, both in the ring and with the fans.
Helen was called first to enter the arena, but she refused to enter before Rikki. "She's the newcomer, let her go first!", Helen protested as the organizers tried to reason with her. Finally they relented and Rikki agreed to enter the arena first. As she stood in front of the entrance, waiting for the doors to open, her heart beat a mile a minute. she was nervous. "How is the crowd going to react to me? Are these girls better than they were back home? Do I look okay?"
A million thoughts raced through her head, but once the door flew open, Rikki instinctively reacted. She charged forward, waving to the crowd and exchanging high-fives with the fans as she made her way towards the ring. She was jumping and skipping like a little kid, her excitement contagious as the crowd cheered exuberantly for her. They had also heard of her and were anxious to see the experienced new-comer in action. Rikki did her best to greet each section of the crowd before hopping over the top rope and jumping into the ring. She skipped from side to side, all around the ring as the crowd cheered and waved to her. She slipped off her little black jacket to reveal, a long, lean body. Rikki was wearing a black thong bikini, and the crowd reacted positively to the sight of it. At 5'7" and 125 lbs. Rikki was in incredible shape. Her legs were long and slender, slightly muscled, but not to the point of looking masculine. Her butt stuck out from beneath the skimpy thong, but it was a pleasant sight, curved yet taut. Her stomach was rock hard, her long arms toned and her small chest even appeared to have a bit of muscle. She had short brown hair which was tied with a rubber band behind her head, and pretty green eyes, all of her features accentuated by the bronze glow of her California sun tan. But aside from the long, lean appearance of her body, probably her most outstanding feature was her smile. It lit up the room as Rikki was obviously pleased with her greeting.
But the tone changed as the doors in the back of the arena flew open and Helen slowly made her way towards the ring. Helen had often covered her body with a long cape for her entrance, only to slip it off of her shoulder once in the ring to reveal a skimpy outfit. But his time she wore no cape, and her outfit certainly did not disappoint any of the men in the arena. As Helen slowly strutted up towards the ring, the cheers could be heard slowly building from the back of the arena as each row of men caught a glimpse of her. As she approached, the front view of the 26 year old wrestler was a remarkable sight. Helen wore a skimpy variation of the suspender swimsuit, made of silver, sparkly material. The suit consisted of a Brazilian cut bikini bottom, with two thin straps of the sparkling material running up the front of her body. As she made her way forward, her long, slender legs lead the way. She strutted slowly as the hollering, drooling men tried to reach out to her and either slap her hand or get a quick feel, but Helen deftly avoided their grasps as she
sauntered forward, a devious, satisfied smile on her face. The bottom of her suit covered barely more than her privates, and the thin straps which ran up the front of her body were only about 3 inches wide. A large expanse of her milky, white skin was revealed up the center of her body, from several inches below her belly button, and all the way up. Her large, firm breasts were covered only up the center, no more than an inch on either side of her nipples. At 5'8" and 135 lbs., Helen certainly had the figure for such an outfit, and at only 26 years old, it was all held together quite nicely. As she passed by each row, they were treated to the sight of her completely bare back, since the straps which ran up the front of her suit tied behind her neck and did not run down her back. The cut of the bikini bottom, also allowed most of her small, yet well proportioned rear-end to be on display as well. Her long, thick black hair glistened and shined as if it had been washed a hundred times. In addition to her glitzy, provocative outfit, Helen also had applied black eyeliner around the perimeter of her deep brown eyes, giving them a cat-like look. As she reached the ring, Rikki stood in her corner with her arms stretched out across the ropes on either side of her, staring in amazement. Helen sexily slipped beneath the ropes and entered the ring, strutting obnoxiously past Rikki before making her way to her corner. As she stood in her corner, Rikki looked her over, feeling uneasy. Helen had certainly stolen her thunder, and Rikki felt a bit intimidated by her opponent's appearance. But she had not lost confidence in her own ability, and defiantly proclaimed to herself, "I can beat this bimbo!"
The two women stood in opposite corners as the crowd settled down, but still anticipating the opening bell. But Rikki, feeling the backing of the crowd shift toward Helen as she made her appearance, began to sense them changing allegiances yet again. now that Helen had made her entrance and they had gotten over the initial shock of the first sight of her, they seemed to again focus on wrestling, and Helen was never a crowd favorite in the ring. Rikki's spirits lifted back to the level they were out when she first entered the ring, and she smiled as the bell rang to start the match. A loud roar came from the crowd as it rang, and Rikki took a deep breath as her first bout in her new home was about to get underway. she had decided to move cautiously at first, feeling out her opponent, but Helen had other plans. The fiery brunette raced across the ring right at Rikki, who adroitly dove to the side. As Helen raced past her, Rikki lifted her muscular legs and wrapped them around Helen's feet, causing the brunette to tangle her legs and fall. Not wasting any time, Rikki entwined her own legs around Helen's holding her foe in place. She then, with cat-like quickness, jumped across and landed her butt on Helen's lower back. the crowd cheered as Helen screamed in anger, trying to intimidate the newcomer. But Rikki was a veteran and was unfazed by Helen's scare tactics, as she quickly went to work. She reached forward, grabbing Helen's ankles as she lifted her butt off of Helen's back. She then planted her feet for leverage and began to lift Helen's shapely legs off of the mat, preparing to get her in a Boston Crab. Helen continued to scream and slap her hands against the mat, but she was trapped on her stomach and defenseless as Rikki put the hold in place. Helen felt the pressure in her back increase as Rikki tugged her legs further into the air, curling her body into itself. Helen's screams of intimidation were slowly turning to screams of pain as Rikki solidified the hold by wrapping her arms around Helen's elevated legs. The crowd cheered wildly as Helen's entire midsection was now curled up off of the mat as her legs were bent in toward her shoulders. Rikki, her arm wrapped tightly around Helen's shins, raised one arm over her head to incite the crowd, and they reacted with a cheer. Rikki held the trapped brunette in place for almost 30 seconds, but decided against going for the submission. It was her first match, and she wanted to see what this girl was made of, so she released her grip, sending Helen's legs falling to the canvas as she stepped across her body.
Helen was furious as she quickly curled her legs into her body for protection before pushing herself onto her feet. But Rikki wasn't going to give her that advantage, and immediately grabbed a handful of Helen's thick hair, dragging her pitched body forward before Helen could straighten up. Rikki walked Helen over to the side of the ring, dragging her against the ropes, before turning her around so Helen faced the other side of the ring. She then straightened her up, but before Helen could react, Rikki clamped onto her wrist with her hands and slingshot Helen across the ring. Helen raced forward, her large chest bouncing wildly with no support from her skimpy suit. Her back sank into the ropes, before her momentum carried her off of them and forced her to charge back towards Rikki. Waiting for her returning foe, Rikki, who was herself resting against the ropes, raced toward Helen on a collision course. But as the two drew closer, Rikki launched herself into the air, spreading her legs as she sailed forward. She opened them wide enough so that they straddled Helen's charging body before Helen's midsection slammed into Rikki's crotch. Just as the contact was made however, Rikki instantly clamped her legs together and used the momentum to force Helen off of her feet and send her toppling onto her back. As the two landed, Rikki's long, muscular legs were clamped tightly around Helen's soft midsection in a tight scissors hold, and she positioned herself alongside Helen with her legs locked tightly around her stomach. Rikki lifted her torso off of the mat with one arm, and used her leverage to increase the pressure on the scissors. Helen jerked her head back and forth in protest, her long, black hair flying wildly in every direction. The bronze legs of Rikki contrasted sharply to the milky whiteness of Helen's midsection as the sides of Rikki's knees began to slowly penetrate into Helen's trunk while Rikki further tightened her grip, clamping her legs into a vise around Helen. Again the brunette began to scream and slam her hands to the mat, but again she was trapped and powerless. Although in great pain, Helen's rage was growing. She was furious that this newcomer had out-wrestled her to start the match, but as her anger mounted, it was interrupted by the pain in her belly. As Rikki held her upper body off of the mat with one arm, she flexed her biceps and other arm muscles, posing for the crowd. She smiled cheerfully, thinking that this match would be a piece of cake. But Helen had had enough, and viciously raised her hand and dug her nails into Rikki's thigh, tightly squeezing her fingers into Rikki's thigh muscle. The smile disappeared from Rikki's face as she concentrated on keeping her scissors in place, but the pain was beginning to shoot throughout her entire leg. The test of wills went on for about 30 seconds until finally Rikki could no longer take the pain, and released the clamp on Helen's midsection.
Helen was surprised by the dirty tactic, and quickly looked around for the ref, before she remembered that this federation had no refs in the ring. The only person keeping the order was a side judge, who very rarely intervened. Rikki quickly rolled onto her side to avoid Helen's clutches, but the brunette was moving slowly and made no attempt to grab the quick newcomer. Helen's body was aching, both her stomach and back throbbing, but her face displayed her anger. She got to her knees, just as Rikki got to her feet, the two girls eyeing each other before either made a move. Rikki backed up and rested against the ropes while she watched Helen push herself onto her feet, but just as Helen began to stand erect, Rikki took off and dove into the air. The startled Helen looked up just in time to see Rikki's barefeet flying towards her. Rikki connected a forceful drop-kick just above Helen's chest, square in the middle of her breast plate. Helen groaned loudly as she soared backward, her feet lifting into the air as her shoulders plunged toward the mat. The two women hit the mat at precisely the same time, though Rikki's landing was controlled and painless, Helen's was quite the opposite. Her shoulders slammed into the mat and the force of the landing sent her legs flying up towards her head. She tumbled, head over heels before landing on her stomach, her arms covering her chest as she settled against the mat.
Rikki quickly jumped to her feet and began to skip in place, clasping her hands over her head and waving them from side to side in celebration. The crowd cheered wildly as Helen slowly pushed herself up, Rikki not reacting at all. It seemed like Rikki was waiting for Helen to get up, almost as if to taunt her ailing foe. As Helen got to one knee, she glanced over at Rikki, her rage now at uncontrollable levels. But her body was also enraged, enraged with pain. Her shoulders were hurting from the hard crash to the mat, her chest throbbing, her back aching and her stomach whining. Helen gradually pushed her other leg out in front of her and began to push herself up, but Rikki had other plans. With Helen still on one knee, Rikki quickly raced over just as Helen was about to get her other leg under her, and clamped her knees around Helen's bowed head. Rikki then thrust her body to the side as she squeezed tightly around Helen's head, causing the two of them to topple over. Again Helen landed on her back, and this time Rikki adjusted her legs so that they were entwined around Helen's neck, trapping her in a head scissors. The crowd erupted at the sight as again Helen was trapped on her back.
Rikki was having an unusually easy go of it, and this time, she had Helen in a position where she could easily force her to submit. Rikki wriggled her body so that she was in perfect position alongside Helen's head. She then, as before, lifted her torso off of the mat with her arm in order to apply more pressure to the hold. Helen reacted like a trapped animal, wildly kicking her legs and flapping her body to try and free herself, but the powerful legs of Rikki would not be deterred. Helen's face slowly began to redden as the flow of blood was gradually being cut off. Rikki thought about how Helen viciously had dug her nails into her leg before, and slid herself closer to her trapped adversary so that she could tighten her grip even further. Helen's large chest jutted upward as her back arched from being on top of Rikki's thigh. Her legs slowly began to lose their fervor and the bucking gradually decreased. Helen began to feel herself getting dizzy and she knew she couldn't last much longer. Rikki however was truly enjoying herself. Since she only needed one arm to lift her upper body, she blew kisses and waved with the other, almost as if the match had been effortless to her. Helen's entire body now was a bright shade of pink, but her face was bright red. She was desperate, and tried to gather her thoughts before she passed out.
She knew she had to make one last attempt to free herself, but what could she do. She decided what her final attempt would be, and lay completely still for a few seconds preparing. Thinking that she was on her way to la la land, Rikki lost her concentration for a moment, and that was just what Helen had hoped for. With one mighty thrust, she catapulted her legs straight up into the air, and then thrust them toward her head. Helen had successfully lifted her legs far enough backward that her body began to somersault. Rikki was caught off guard and tried to maintain the scissors, but Helen's momentum was making it difficult. Helen's body curled inward and her head was caught awkwardly beneath it, but she was able to carry her momentum enough so that she completed the tumble, forcing Rikki's legs to unravel from around her neck. Helen ended up on her knees alongside Rikki, and reacted quickly. The startled Rikki was still laying on her side, and Helen lunged forward, landing on top of her. She forced Rikki onto her stomach, and then Helen wedged her knees alongside Rikki's body, trapping her in place as Helen sat atop her back.
The crowd booed and hissed, but Helen could care less. She reached forward and grabbed two handfuls of hair from the back of Rikki's head. In control, Helen took a few seconds to shake the cobwebs and catch her breath. she was still groggy, but her rage had taken over and revitalized her. She looked down at the back of Rikki's head, let out a depraved scream and then began to smash Rikki's face into the canvas, over and over. The helpless Rikki was being pummeled, her pretty face mashing into the mat over and over. Helen's face had the look of a serial killer as she snarled and growled while handing out the punishment. After a solid 30 to 40 seconds, Helen finally relented and raised her hands into the air, freeing Rikki's head which toppled to the mat. The crowd roared it's disapproval as Helen raised her hands triumphantly, while Rikki floundered beneath her. "HOW'D YOU LIKE THAT BITCH!" Helen screamed at the confused Rikki.
But Rikki was too muddled to respond as she lay face down. Helen then pulled one leg out from alongside her, and then the other, and stood up on Rikki's lower back. She then reached down, grabbed hold of Rikki's two wrists and pulled them up alongside her, placing the poor girl in a painful surfboard. Helen leaned back, yanking Rikki's arms away from her body as her head and chest lifted off of the mat. The contorted expression on Rikki's reddened face exhibited her anguish as Helen tugged with all of her might. "THIS IS WHAT YOU CALIFORNIA BOMB'S DO RIGHT? SURF!", Helen screamed tauntingly at the agonized Rikki. The crowd chastised Helen, but she seemed to enjoy it as she continued to rip Rikki's arms out of their sockets. Finally Helen dropped Rikki's arms, and they fell limply to her sides as Helen stepped off of her back. Just to be spiteful, Helen gave Rikki a final stomp in the back before walking away. Helen then raised her hands over her head and began to parade around the ring. Her skin glistened from the sweat which covered her body and her chest peeked out from either side of her skimpy outfit as she lifted her arms over her head. The crowd jumped to their feet booing and hissing at Helen as she strutted to each side of the ring. Rikki meanwhile had rolled onto her side, but her arms, shoulders and back were aflame and her head was clouded. She slowly tried to get to her feet near a corner of the ring as Helen continued her celebration. But just as Rikki got up, Helen raced over and landed a drop-kick into her stomach, sending Rikki sailing into the corner, her arms flying wildly over the top rope as she slouched back against the ropes. Helen placed her hand beneath Rikki's chin and grabbed tightly, pulling her out of the corner by her face. Rikki was also perspiring heavily, and the sweat accentuated the muscular curvature of her body as Helen dragged her across the ring. Rikki looked out into the crowd and saw a group of both her old and new friends sitting together, cheering for her to fight back. But Rikki was spent, her energy drained and her head still cloudy. But Helen's anger so clouded her judgment, and she was so enjoying parading her victim around to the crowd, that she left herself open. Rikki took advantage of Helen's nonchalance, gathered herself as best she could, and sent a wild, roundhouse punch in the direction of Helen's midsection. Helen saw it coming at the last second and tried to tighten up, but the punch was so hard that it was painful nonetheless. Helen released her grip on Rikki's chin, and Rikki reacted by quickly drilling her knee into Helen's vulnerable stomach. Helen pitched forward but Rikki, energized now, pulled her upright again. This time she unleashed another forceful knee in the direction of Helen's abdomen, and this one landed right in Helen's breadbox. Helen immediately dropped to her knees, clutching her stomach. Rikki leaned back, thankful that she had gotten the opportunity to turn the tide of the match.
She was still wobbly, so Rikki moved very slowly, making sure that she had control of herself before she reacted. She took several deep breaths, but realized that Helen was not down for good. She gradually moved forward and stood directly in front of the kneeling Helen. Reaching down, she grabbed a handful of Helen's hair and pulled her head up. Helen grimaced and raised her hands to her head, giving Rikki the opening she had hoped for. With all of her strength, she thrust her foot forward and using whatever she had left in her powerful legs, sent a violent kick into the pit of Helen's stomach. Helen's' face went blank as Rikki's foot entered the depths of her midsection before ricocheting back out. Helen toppled onto her side, curling into a ball and wrapping her arms around her stomach. Rikki also dropped to her knees, but in thanks and exhaustion. She stayed there for almost a minute as Helen whimpered on the mat below her. Rikki than decoded to end the match once and for all. She knew Helen was hurting, but she had shown a great deal of resiliency before, so Rikki decided it was time to end this match. She placed the sole of her foot directly onto Helen's forehead and with a quick thrust, knocked her backward. Helen tumbled over and landed on her back. Rikki then scooted up to her head and got down on the mat next to her. She then wrapped her long, muscular legs around Helen's throat, again trapping her in a head scissors. This time however, Helen did not have the strength to resist, and Rikki quickly clamped the hold in place. She squeezed as hard as she could for about 20 seconds and then eased up. She took a short break, gathered her strength and then again squeezed tightly. Helen lie on her back, her large chest heaving up and down as it protruded from beneath her top while she desperately tried to get oxygen to her lungs. Rikki eased up again, this time taking almost a full minute to rest, but still keeping her legs wrapped around Helen's throat. She then tightened up her face and squeezed as hard as she could with her legs. Rikki was challenging herself to see how long she could apply the pressure without easing up. Helen's face was now a fluorescent red, and most of the fight had gone from her, replaced instead by trembling. Rikki counted to herself, 27...28...29" and still was able to keep the pressure on. She kept going, "47...48...49", and although her own body began to quake, she still kept up the pressure. Helen's eyes slowly began to close as Rikki continued, "58...59...60!" and with that she released the pressure and pulled her legs out from around Helen's neck. Helen's head fell from beneath her leg and landed with a thud. But Rikki took no chances, and gradually slid herself closer and then perched her knees on top of Helen's shoulders, placing her in a schoolgirl pin. The judge at the side of the ring began to count, quickly joined by the crowd, and with no protest whatsoever from Helen, they reached 10. Rikki immediately jumped to her feet and began to jump and down with her hands over her head. She was exhausted, but exhilarated, and the crowd celebrated right along with her. Her friends began to make their way towards the ring, but before they got in, Rikki knelt down alongside Helen to check on her adversary. "Are you okay?", Rikki asked. But Helen turned her head slowly toward the muscular newcomer, "Drop dead!", Helen blurted to her, before turning away. Rikki smirked, but got to her feet just as her friends entered the ring. the all embraced and celebrated for a minute or two before leaving together. Helen meanwhile roll onto her side and sat up. She was beat, her chest drooping from beneath her suit and her body covered with sweat. "I'll get that bitch!", she though to herself as she suffered in silence.
