HELEN escorted by Fire vs. TONIANN

Only two days to go before her first match in defense of her new title, and Helen lay face down on her bed pondering her fate. She was completely naked, and perched atop her was an equally naked Fire, who was trying to massage the tension out of Helen's shoulders. Fire could not help but notice the stress which she felt in Helen's body and saw on her face, which contrasted sharply to the way Helen had been acting over the past few weeks.

Since winning the POWA championship from Maggie a few weeks ago, Helen had actually seemed almost cheerful, which is not a word typically used to describe her. But she was proud of her accomplishment, even if she only had to beat Maggie to do it. She felt as if she had finally attained her rightful place in the POWA, and was determined to remain there.

But just two weeks after winning the title, her first opponent was announced and Helen's cheerful disposition changed to one of stressful anxiety. Her first opponent as champion would be ToniAnn, a cause of concern for the surly brunette.

Though ToniAnn was four inches shorter, over 20 pounds lighter and definitively weaker than Helen, the gorgeous blonde seemed to intimidate her, a task most women could not accomplish. But ToniAnn's beauty, her self confidence to the point of arrogance and take no prisoners approach to wrestling seemed to have an unusual affect on Helen. And that was evident the last time the two of them met in the ring.

Helen was the champion of the POWA then, and had successfully defended her crown twice before meeting ToniAnn. But while Helen easily defeated her first two opponents as champ, against ToniAnn she seemed unsure of herself, intimidated by the smaller blonde. As a result, ToniAnn won the match, dishing out a tremendous amount of punishment in the process and thereby taking the crown. And now Helen would have to face her again, under very similar circumstances.

Fire continued to dig her fingers into Helen's shoulders, but began to question her lover about her melancholy.

"You're so tense Helen. I've never seen you like this. What's wrong. Is it that blonde bimbo you're worried about?"

Helen ignored the question, Fire unsure if she had even heard it. So again Fire asked, "ToniAnn's no match for you. Are you worried about your match with her on Saturday night Helen?

Though the massage was heavenly to the volatile brunette, she angrily rolled onto her side, knocking Fire off of her and sending her crashing to the floor. She then quickly pushed herself off of the bed and stood menacingly over her, pointing her finger threateningly down at the brooding Fire while beginning her diatribe.

"This is the first time and the last time I'm going to tell you. Don't you ever ask me about my feelings before a match again. And don't you ever ask me if I'm worried about any opponent. You understand!?!?!?!"

Fire looked up at her with a sheepish pout and shook her head before Helen turned and walked into the bathroom, turning on the shower. Fire slowly got to her feet and sat on the side of the bed. She had never seen Helen so concerned about a match before. She had always been so confident in the past, but it was obvious that ToniAnn had her spooked. Fire sat there for several more minutes, debating what to do.

Helen stood in the steamy shower, hot water pouring over her magnificent body. She closed her eyes, dropped her head back and let the water spill on her face as she raised her arms to wet her hair. Just then Fire opened the shower door and walked into the shower with her. She moved directly in front of Helen, grabbed a bar of soap and began to rub it all over the front of Helen's body.

Helen did not protest. In fact she lifted her arms up over her head and let Fire rub her from head to toe, and everywhere else in between. Once she had lathered Helen's body, Fire then dropped to her knees and began to kiss Helen's ankles, slowly working her way up the inside of each leg. Helen's body fell straight back against the shower wall, her arms still stretched over her head as the hot water ricocheted off of her body. Fire's hair was now soaked and hung in front of her face as her mouth reached it's destination, Helen's crotch. Helen's body began to quiver as Fire kissed her softly at first, but gradually increasing her activity. As Helen moaned happily, Fire's head danced below her, passionately kissing her lover, the two of them forgetting about the earlier incident and instead enjoying each other amorously.

At about the same time, in a different part of town, a small crowd of three handsome young men stood at a bar surrounding a beautiful blonde. Loud dance music blared in the background, people dancing in all corners of the dimly lit nightclub. But at the bar, most of the action was taking place. The intimate crowd of four had already obviously had several drinks, and sitting in front of each of them was a shot glass filled with Tequila, a lemon wedge and a salt shaker.

ToniAnn licked the back of her hand, poured some salt on it and then raised her glass. The other three, handsome young men eagerly followed her lead and raised their glasses. ToniAnn then sensuously licked the salt off of the back of her hand by rolling her tongue erotically, then she tilted her head back and slowly poured the shot down her throat. A few droplets leaked from her lips and slowly made their way down her throat before sinking behind her blouse. ToniAnn then casually placed the glass back down on the bar and slowly grabbed the lemon wedge before licking it once and then sucking it between her lips.

The three handsome young men fixed their eyes upon her as she complet4ed the erotic ritual. She then stared at them, prompting them to quickly down their down shots. Two of them just about gagged, but the youngest and most handsome seemed to be at ease with the consumption of alcohol. ToniAnn slowly slid next to him. grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled his ear close to her mouth. She whispered something to him which prompted an ear to ear smile. He then said goodnight to his friends as he followed the strutting ToniAnn out of the bar.

At 28 years old, ToniAnn was obviously not over the hill, but the 21 year old cutie she had plucked from the bar was indication that she had her pick of the crop. They drove to his apartment, where the two of them spent the next several hours enjoying each others' bodies. Finally, unable to keep up with her, the young man passed out on his bed as ToniAnn knelt beside him, admiring his muscled form. She remained there for a few more minutes, but then got up, got dressed and made her way home.

She had been working very hard these past three weeks, and was in probably the best shape of her life. She was looking forward to her match against Helen, and took nothing for granted. But on this night, she let loose and enjoyed herself. And made one young man very happy, leaving him sleeping with a smile etched across his face.

ToniAnn got home and shuffled into her bedroom before collapsing onto her bed and falling asleep, still in her clothes. She slept like a rock, but awoke the next morning and hit the gym as if nothing had happened. She worked out for three solid hours, and then spent the rest of an uneventful day and night preparing herself mentally for Helen.

the champion did the same, informing Fire that she wanted to be alone on the night before the match. Saturday came quickly however, and both women arrived at the arena at about the same time. In fact, Helen sat in her car and waited for ToniAnn to enter the arena, just so she would not have to confront her before the match.

As ToniAnn walked into her dressing room, the smirk on her face was proof of her level of confidence. She was looking forward to facing Helen, and even more so, to being crowned the champion of the POWA. She had held the title once before, but didn't respect it very much. as a result, she was defeated by Marisol in her first title defense. But this time was different. This time ToniAnn saw the potential benefits of being champion, the magazine articles, the exposure, the publicity. All of that was exactly what she was looking for, and only Helen stood in her way.

Helen walked into the dressing area and immediately ducked into her dressing room. Fire was already there waiting for her, and gave her a kiss as she entered the room. Fire looked deeply into Helen's eyes and saw something she had never seen before. She saw uncertainty and intimidation.

Fire tried to put her at ease, put Helen moved through the dressing room with no emotion. She stripped of her clothes, and then stood naked in front of the mirror. Her body was in excellent shape, and looked gorgeous. Her large, imposing chest stood erect, her taut torso and shapely legs in excellent condition. Helen was ready physically, but Fire was more concerned about her mental state.

Helen stared at herself, comparing every inch of her body to ToniAnn's. She had never done this with any other woman, but could not help herself. Finally she snapped out of it and walked back to her changing table and slipped on her suit.

She chose to wore the same outfit she had worn while winning the championship. It was a white, one piece suit, but made of surprisingly little material. Her back was completely bare, and except for the thong which tightly but barely hugged her butt, nothing covered her from behind. Even in front, the neckline plunged to reveal a generous amount of her ample cleavage, and the suit was cut daringly high on her thighs. What little material there was, also grabbed tightly to her well formed body.

Fire had changed as well, and as she stood across from Helen, began to compare herself to her lover. Helen had worked hard to get ready for this match, Fire also joining her at the gym each day. But their results were quite different. As Fire stood in her daring, spider web bikini, little of her body was left to the imagination either. But while Helen's body was taut and fit, Fire's still lacked the firmness. Her midsection, while flat, was still mushy, her thighs still loose and flabby. She could not believe how little all of the exercise had done for her, but she certainly admired the way Helen looked.

With time running out, ToniAnn brushed a hint of powder on her cheeks, ran her fingers through her hair and stood in front of the mirror. She wore a shimmering, gold bikini, cut daring enough to be sexy, but with enough material to support her body. She had a bronze suntan, which only helped to add to her appeal. Her body was in incredible shape. Though she was fairly small in stature, ToniAnn did not have an ounce of fat on her. her thighs were as tight as could be, while retaining their femininity. Her tummy was rippled with hard dimples, and yet it retained the softness of a woman. Somehow ToniAnn had managed to accomplish a feat which few other women had, that being to get her body in peak physical condition, while still retaining it's womanly appeal.

But as she tossed her hair from in front of her eyes, a knock came on the door and she was escorted tot he entrance. ToniAnn felt her adrenaline begin to flow as a wide smile spread involuntarily across her lips. This would be her shining moment, and she was ready for it. The music suddenly wailed from the speakers inside the arena, the announcer melodically yelled her name, and the doors flew open. ToniAnn, as of on cue, did a cartwheel into the arena, and the crowd ate it up.

As she quickly strutted down the aisle, the crowd leaped to their feet in praise of her. ToniAnn had always had a huge following, but it seemed to grow even more as just about everyone in the arena leaped to them feet and cheered the entrance of the gorgeous blonde. And ToniAnn loved every minute of it. She dashed from side to side, slapping hands, shaking her rear end and generally inciting the crowd. Finally she made her way to the ring, where she jumped up onto the bottom ropes and thrust her arms over her head. This prompted the crowd to let out a mighty roar, which could be heard and felt all the way back in Helen's locker room.

The noise was not lost on Helen, who had already made her way toward the entrance, followed by Fire. Helen's face was completely blank of expression and she stared straight ahead as she made her way toward the door. Fire, in fact, was now very concerned about her sweetheart, and tried to figure out a way to snap her out of her funk. But as they reached the door, she could not come up with anything.

"And about to enter the ring....escorted by her plucky sidekick Fire.......the champion of the POWA....... the irreverent but irresistible......HELEN!!!!"

Fire trotted up in front of Helen and marched through the doors into the arena. She was not happy about being described as "plucky", or being called a sidekick, but she ignored those comments as she strode into the arena. Fire received a loud chorus of boos as she came into sight of the fans, and she was taken aback by it. But though she was stung by the reaction, she nevertheless continued to tramp onward.

But once Helen came into sight, the boos changed into a mixed bag of cheers, catcalls and scattered boos. Helen had obviously incited a reaction, and a passionate one at that. No one seemed to be seated as Helen passed either. But she invoked a passion from people that even ToniAnn had not. The difference being that while all of ToniAnn's reactions were positive, a small but vocal portion of Helen's were not. Though most cheered, those who didn't seemed to be venomous, despising the champion.

But the unaffected Helen continued to walk toward the ring, taking deliberate but unforced steps, and walking at a steady pace. As she reached the ring, Fire pulled the ropes apart for Helen to climb through. ToniAnn walked closer, looked across at Fire, and made an animated "What's this?" gesture, which provoked a roar from the crowd. ToniAnn was obviously amused at Fire's presence in the ring, her skimpy outfit and the obvious lesbian undertones.

As Helen marched toward her corner, ToniAnn looked on and laughed as Fire walked behind her. She shared her amusement with the crowd, most of whom laughed and enjoyed the gaiety. After a few more moments, both wrestlers were called by Desiree to the center of the ring, prompting Fire to climb down and assume her place outside of the ring.

As ToniAnn walked forward, she fixed her glare into Helen's eyes, the brunette obviously uneasy with the blondes stares. As they both reached Desiree, ToniAnn went to work on her opponent's psyche as the ref recited the rules..

"So you brought your bitch with you to the ring, eh Helen?"

The champion glared back, but said nothing.

"Well I guess when you can't get a man, you've got to do something!"

Helen's eyes became red with anger, her lips pursing into an angry expression.

"But couldn't you at least get a decent looking woman?"

Helen was furious, and wanted to reply, but she didn't know what to say. Her thoughts were so muddled and angry that she could not think of anything to say. Desiree finished the instructions and motioned both wrestlers back to their corners. Helen desperately tried to think of a come back, an insult, anything.....but before she could, ToniAnn leaped forward and kissed her on the lips, before skipping back to her corner.

Helen stood there, amazed at what had just happened. ToniAnn had embarrassed her in front of the entire crowd, who were laughing hysterically, and the match had not even begun yet. Fire screamed up at the pretty blonde, but ToniAnn was unfazed by her tirade, and instead laughed with the crowd.

After a few awkward moments, Helen stormed back to her corner and stood there, anxiously awaiting the bell to signal the start of the match. She had been made a fool of, and was now ready to fight. Across the ring, ToniAnn slowly grew serious, her jocularity turning to sobriety as she waited for the bell to sound. Just a few seconds alter it did, and the match was underway.

Helen charged out of her corner and headed in the direction of ToniAnn. Though enraged, she did not want to make a foolish mistake, and so she did not rush at her. Instead Helen moved methodically, but rapidly, toward her blonde adversary. Not one to back down, ToniAnn stood her ground as Helen approached.

Thrusting her arms forward, Helen overpowered ToniAnn's attempts to stop her, and grabbed two handfuls of the blonde's hair, forcing her head downward. ToniAnn's body dipped, but very calmly, she tightened her right hand into a fist, and then launched it upward, driving a forceful uppercut into Helen's midsection. The champion gasped, but retained her grip of the blonde's hair, though no longer forcing her head downward.

With a bit more room to operate, ToniAnn shuffled closer to Helen, and then instantly propelled her knee upward, driving it directly between Helen's legs. The crowd erupted into cheers as the force of the blast caused Helen to release her grip of the blonde's hair as she clamped her legs together while doubling forward. ToniAnn then ran up alongside the hunched Helen and wrapped her arm around her head, trapping her in a side headlock.

"Is that what you and girlfriend do to each other?" she taunted the aching Helen as she pulled her toward the ropes. Helen stumbled forward, her groin aching from the forceful knee. Fire began to scream up at ToniAnn, trying to distract her, but ToniAnn simply turned and spat at her, causing Fire to back away.

ToniAnn then turned her attention back to the hunched Helen, dragging her by the neck, toward the corner. With her arm wrapped tightly around Helen's neck, her forearm wedged tightly onto her throat, ToniAnn raised her free arm and pumped it twice, as if to signify a train whistle. Just as the crowd caught onto the symbolism and began to cheer, ToniAnn took off across the ring, pulling the bowed and beleaguered champion with her.

The pretty blonde built up speed as she raced across the ring, attaining a brisk pace as she reached the opposite corner. She then nimbly turned to the side, while ramming the top of Helen's head into the middle turnbuckle, almost as if using it as a battering ram. The ropes all around the ring began to quiver back and forth from the violent impact, and Helen fell hastily backward, little birds and stars seemingly dancing around her head as she landed on her back.

Fire was now very concerned as her heartthrob lay on the mat, obviously in a confused state. She ran over to the side of the ring and reached up, trying to grab hold of ToniAnn's ankle as she stood in the corner. The pretty blonde sneered at the attempt however, simply sidestepping Fire's grasp.

"This must look familiar to you Fire, seeing her lying on her back!"

Fire again reached up into the ring, this time screaming at ToniAnn as well, "You BITCH!"

The tirade only acted as incentive for ToniAnn to resume her attack however, as she marched over to the disoriented champion. Standing at her feet, she reached down and grabbed a hold of each of Helen's ankles with her hands. She then pulled her legs up into the air, lifting Helen's back off of the mat, her impressive chest beginning to hang down toward her face, her arms laying helplessly over her head.

With Helen's legs now lifted, ToniAnn began to punt her feet forward, one at a time, delivering forceful kicks into Helen's lower back and butt. The champion's body contorted with each blow, her back arching as she flailed from the impact of each kick. ToniAnn launched at least 7 or 8 straight kicks before relenting. But rather than drop Helen's legs, she instead used them to drag her to the center of the ring.

With Helen's arms still laying over her head as she was dragged across the canvas, red marks began to appear on her bare back from the violent kicks ToniAnn had just delivered. Fire continued to scream at the blonde, but ToniAnn simply turned and smiled at her, even winking to further torment her.

Reaching the exact center of the ring. ToniAnn hoisted Helen's legs further into the air while spreading them apart. She then stepped between them, and without warning, stomped her gold colored boot into Helen's crotch, and began to mash it downward, grinding the sole into Helen's privates.

The crowd erupted at the sadistic maneuver, but Helen's screams could still be heard above the cheers. Her body began to thrash uncontrollably as she tried to free herself, her arms slapping violently against the mat. ToniAnn looked down at her and smiled again, blowing a kiss at her to add insult to injury.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, ToniAnn lifted her foot off of Helen's groin, still holding her legs though as the champion writhed below her moaning.

Helen was usually in the opposite position to where she was presently. She was usually the one delivering the cruel and unusual punishment. But now she was on the receiving end, and suffering. ToniAnn kept a tight grip on her ankles however, and began to pull Helen's legs in closer toward her body. She tucked them under her arms, the inside of Helen's knees pressed tightly against her hips.

The vicious blonde then began to rotate, pulling Helen along with her as she pirouetted. The champion's head lifted off of the mat, her arms now flying out in front of her as she was being pulled in a circle, orbiting ToniAnn. The crowd's cheers gained momentum with each revolution.....one.....two......three! But on the third complete revolution. ToniAnn let go of Helen's legs, sending her soaring across the ring.

Helen landed in a jumbled heap in the corner of the ring, her side crashing to the mat before she rolled onto her stomach and remained face down on the canvas. Her black hair was strewn wildly about her head, her back covered with red marks from the earlier kicks. Her entire body heaved up and down as she breathed heavily while the crowd screamed their approval.

ToniAnn used the time to saunter over to the side of the ring and ridicule Fire.

"Want to come up and have a piece of me?"

Fire stood at the side of the ring, glaring up at the gorgeous blonde, but then scurried over to the corner to check on Helen. Standing just a few feet away from her, though still outside the ring, Fire whispered to Helen to see if she was okay. But before any response could be given by the dazed champion, ToniAnn marched over and again grabbed her by the hair.

The blonde yanked the brunette's head upward, forcing her to get up onto all fours. Helen's eyes were red and distant, her groin still throbbing painfully as she struggled to get up. ToniAnn continued to yank on her hair, forcing Helen up onto her knees. The brunette was angry, but still a bit overwhelmed by the forceful attack she had suffered so far. But as ToniAnn hauled her onto her feet, Helen drove herself upward with her legs, ramming the top of her head into the bottom of ToniAnn's chin.

The pretty blonde was caught completely by surprise as her jaw snapped shut painfully, her teeth crashing together. She stumbled backward a step or two, cognizant of the fact that Helen was now on her feet, but hurting from the head butt. Helen Grabbed hold of ToniAnn's arm and forced her back into the corner. She then lumbered toward her, delivering a semi-forceful knee into ToniAnn's midsection.

The blow was not enough to do any real damage, but it held ToniAnn in the corner, which was all Helen needed. She was able to catch her breath, but then clamped her hands onto ToniAnn's right wrist and began to pull her out of the corner.

Helen then planted her feet and whipped ToniAnn across the ring by her arm. The blonde raced across the ring and crashed into the opposite corner. Though Helen's slingshot delivery was forceful enough to send ToniAnn sailing, again it was not potent enough to do any damage. But the feisty Helen did not pause to recuperate, or lick her wounds. Instead she raced across the ring, slammed on the brakes as she reached her adversary, and quickly launched her knee upward, delivering another moderate blow into the blonde's dimpled tummy.

The crowd reaction was mixed, some of Helen's supporters finally coming to life, but their cheers offset but ToniAnn's fans. Nevertheless Helen kept up her attack. Huffing and puffing, she again clutched onto ToniAnn's right wrist and attempted to whip her across the ring. This time however, ToniAnn trotted a couple of steps forward before planting her feet and reversing the maneuver, instead whipping Helen across the ring.

A loud cheer erupted from the stands as Helen's back smacked against the turnbuckle in the corner, her head snapping back as her large chest protruded in front of her. But just as her body settled back against the ropes, a flying ToniAnn was headed in her direction, feet first.

Just as Helen opened her eyes, ToniAnn's feet connected in the pit of her stomach, burying themselves in her taut tummy. Helen's entire upper body collapsed forward as she wrapped her arms around her midsection while the blonde fell at her feet.

Fire charged over, furious at the beating ToniAnn was laying on her lover. She reached up into the ring and was able to grab hold of ToniAnn's ankle. She began to pull it outside the ring as Desiree stormed over, but ToniAnn easily kicked her leg free.

The domineering blonde quickly got to her feet and made sure to complain loud and clear to Desiree about Fire's interference. Fire was screaming up into the ring as well, but ToniAnn was livid. Well aware that ToniAnn's point was valid, Desiree walked over to the side of the ring and began to warn Fire about her antics.

Meanwhile, ToniAnn had stormed over to the dangling Helen and grabbed her by the hair, yanking her out of the corner. The pretty brunette was now a shambles and an easy target for ToniAnn. The blonde dragged her over to the side ropes and dropped her throat down onto the top rope before placing her hands on the back of Helen's head and pressing down with all of her weight. Helen's body was bent forward, her head dangling over the top rope and outside of the ring as ToniAnn continued to press down on her neck, choking her against the top rope.

The crowd cheered heartily as Desiree finally ended her scolding of Fire and turned her attention back into the ring. By this time however, ToniAnn was up on the bottom rope, gaining additional leverage to choke Helen with. The champion's body was jerking up and down, but her throat pressed tightly down onto the rope the entire time.

Desiree charged over and ordered ToniAnn to break the choke, which she did reluctantly. She stepped to the side up on releasing Helen while Desiree began to give her the third degree. Fire charged over to where ToniAnn stood, and began to scream her two cents as well, creating a chaotic scene in the ring.

Perhaps the only tranquil person was Helen. Her scantily clad, beautifully toned body hung limply from the ropes, her arms draped across them and hanging outside the ring. Her legs were wobbly and unable to even support her weight as her crouched body drooped motionlessly.

But as Desiree and ToniAnn argued, Fire pushed herself up onto the ring apron and stood directly in front of ToniAnn. The blonde took a step back and immediately turned to Desiree. The referee took action instantly, and confronted Fire while ToniAnn slipped away, unnoticed.

She again rushed over to the dangling Helen and plucked her from the ropes by the hair. Dragging her across the ring, she again dumped her throat down onto the top rope and began to continue her choke. Helen's arms flopped like a rag doll as her body bounced up and down from the pressure being exerted onto her by ToniAnn.

The crowd screamed, most cheering, but some trying desperately to alert Desiree. Finally the referee was able to force Fire back down off of the ring apron, and then she turned and raced across the ring to free Helen. ToniAnn did not put up much resistance, and released her grip as soon as she was ordered to do so. But most of the damage had already been done. Helen's bare, arched back was curled over the rope, red marks still obvious from earlier in the match. Her long, black hair hung down, covering her face, while her white, slender arms swayed lifelessly.

Fire again raced around the outside of the ring and began to protest. She screamed at Desiree for letting ToniAnn repeat the choke, prompting Desiree to argue back. This allowed ToniAnn to climb out onto the ring apron however, and grab two handfuls of Helen's thick, black hair.

With the referee and Fire still arguing just inches away, ToniAnn secured her tight grip on Helen's hair and then jumped down off of the ring apron, still clutching tightly onto Helen's brunette locks. As ToniAnn descended, Helen's throat was forced down further into the rope, her entire body collapsing toward the canvas.

But as ToniAnn continued her descent, she thrust her foot forward and kicked the sole of her boot into Fire's right breast, knocking the diminutive valet to the floor. ToniAnn simultaneously released her hold of Helen's hair, shooting her off of the top rope like a rock from a catapult. Helen's arms flew up into the air, her body soaring backward as her hair sailed wildly in every direction. She finally crashed on her back, rolling onto her side, completely thrashed.

ToniAnn landed on her feet and immediately stormed over to the fallen Fire, now laying on her back. Desiree paused for a second, but decided to attend to Helen, leaving Fire to fend for herself. The electrified blonde stood over Fire, who had her hands over her breast, and then mashed her foot down into Fire's midsection, crushing her yielding belly.

The crowd roared their approval as Fire kicked her legs and screamed in protest. ToniAnn then lifted her foot and walked away from Fire, raising her arms over her head in mock victory. The incited fans jumped to their feet, shouting encouragement and admiration to the blonde dominator as Fire slowly got to her knees. But ToniAnn merely turned around and was in the perfect position, quickly kicking her foot forward and driving the toe of her boot into the soft pit of Fire's belly. ToniAnn's foot seemed to disappear into Fire's intestinal cavity, the usually vocal sidekick only able to muster a pathetic wheeze while toppling forward in agony.

ToniAnn smiled and began to twirl her fists over her head to further incite the crowd. Though Fire was curled into a ball in agony, she knew she had to mount an attack, so gallantly she began to push herself up onto her knees as ToniAnn continued her animated antics. She got herself up onto one knee just as a few of ToniAnn's fans yelled warning to her.

ToniAnn raced over to Fire, who was just straightening up, and instantly shoved her hand forward, tightening her fingers around Fire's throat. While the blonde had a distinct disadvantage in size and strength against Helen, that was not the case against Fire. In fact, ToniAnn was decidedly stronger than the slim but flabby Fire, and easily womanhandled her.

She used her strength to push Fire backward by the throat, causing her back to arch form the strain as she squeaked and gasped. Fire's midsection was left wide open as a result, her flat but soft belly extended and unprotected. Not one to miss an opportunity, ToniAnn sensed the target, and even looked down at it in advance, as if to measure everything mentally. She observed the deep indentation of Fire's navel around the padded skin which lined her pale stomach. Then, with her left hand still wrapped tightly around Fire's throat, she drew her right arm behind her, paused for a brief second, and delivered a devastating uppercut into Fire's paunch.

The crowd erupted as Fire began to collapse forward, only to be pushed upright by ToniAnn's choke hold. The dominated sidekick was in serious trouble, her belly almost as red as her face. ToniAnn finally released the choke, causing Fire to gasp loudly as she doubled over, wrapping her hands around her crushed windpipe while struggling to replenish her lungs with oxygen. But while she was battered, ToniAnn was not done with her yet.

As Fire clamored for air, ToniAnn walked up alongside her and grabbed her by the hair. She then dragged her over to the side, backing about 20 feet away from the heavy metal support pole which held up one corner of the ring. ToniAnn adjusted her grip, grabbing hold of Fire's short black hair with both hands, before racing forward, towing Fire along with her.

Fire unwillingly ran alongside her, and as they approached the pole, ToniAnn yelling, "WHOO ..... WHOOO!!" imitating a locomotive.

Toni's quickness allowed her to build up a good head of steam as she forced Fire's head back further while running, only to hurl it forward into the pole. Fire's forehead sped toward the steel pole, colliding with it violently. A loud CLANK could be heard above the cheers as Fire's head rocketed off of the metal and she spun half way around, her eyes rolling with her.

Almost as if out of a movie, her entire body then seemed to pause in midair, suspended in time. Her expression was blank, her arms hanging feebly at her sides as she stood erect for several seconds before finally collapsing to the floor in a heap.

The crowd jumped to their feet to watch as Fire disintegrated into a pile of black leather and pale flesh. ToniAnn looked on and smiled, walking over to where Fire lay and standing ominously over her.

"Now I'm going to go back to the wrestling match and beat up your girlfriend some more. Is that okay with you?"

With that, ToniAnn tuned her attention back into the ring. Desiree had been watching the last few seconds of the action taking place outside of the ring, but took no action. As long as ToniAnn eventually made her way back into the ring, whatever Fire had received out there, she had coming. With ToniAnn's dirty antics, Fire's commotion from outside the ring and Helen's attitude, it had been a rough match for Desiree to referee so far. So having Fire out of the way would only make it easier for her.

ToniAnn walked toward the opposite corner of the ring and climbed the stairs back into it. Enough time had passed to allow Helen to get to her feet by this point, she was still a bit groggy, still in pain, but she was up.

As ToniAnn climb4ed beneath the ropes and back into the ring, Helen moved out of the corner to confront her. The champion looked a bit worse for wear. Her skimpy suit was now glued to her body from her own perspiration, her nipples protruding from her large chest as a result. Her pale white skin was covered with red welts and marks, especially around her throat, and her thick, black hair was in total disarray on top of her head. But as ToniAnn stared her down, Helen looked back with determination. She did not have the fear in her eyes she had earlier, but ToniAnn didn't notice.

The cocky blonde was set to resume her destruction of the brunette lovers, leaving one of them crumbled outside of the ring, just as she had done to Helen a few minutes ago. Helen set herself, crouching forward as she waited for the inevitable attack.

ToniAnn however did not come right at her. Instead, she walked over to the side ropes and began to bounce off of them. Taking her lead, Helen moved to the adjacent ropes, and also positioned herself against the ropes. Staring back at Helen with an evil smile on her face, ToniAnn then gave herself one more big bounce, and took off across the ring. Helen took a deep breath, and then did the same.

The athletic blonde made it quickly across the ring and bounced yet again, returning from whence she came. A couple of seconds later, Helen did the same, her massive chest bouncing wildly as she ran. ToniAnn hit the ropes yet another time and returned toward the center, a collision now imminent.

As she approached the center of the ring, ToniAnn stuck her arm out at her side, preparing a clothesline. Helen was quickly approaching, but saw ToniAnn's attempt, she thought about trying to duck below ToniAnn's outstretched arm, but instead decided to remain upright and try to fight it off.

As the two collided, Helen was able to turn her shoulder so that ToniAnn's arm did not catch her in the throat, as the blonde had planned, but rather in the shoulder. Helen stepped back a pace or two, but was able to take the blow and remain upright. ToniAnn was not able to exert enough force to knock Helen down, and so they now stood close to each other, ready for battle.

ToniAnn quickly grabbed hold of Helen's arms, but the bigger, stronger brunette was able to free herself as the two then grabbed hold of each other. They struggled for a few moments, but Helen began to overpower ToniAnn, backing her up slowly.

The blonde knew she was a disadvantage, and so she thrust her knee upward, trying to drive it into Helen's body. The brunette was ready however, and shifted her weight to the side to avoid the knee. Helen then took advantage of ToniAnn being off balance and quickly spun herself around, pulling ToniAnn's right arm up, over and across her shoulder as she lowered herself down onto one knee.

The front of ToniAnn's body was now pressed tightly up against Helen's back as she was forced to kneel down as well, her right arm pulled over Helen's right shoulder as the champion put a very effective armbar in place. As the pressure on ToniAnn's elbow increased, she began to moan softly at first, which only encouraged Helen to increase the pressure. As the pressure increased, along with the pain, ToniAnn began to protest more loudly, prompting a majority of the crowd to protest as well, though less adamantly than the blonde.

Helen continued to exert more pressure, showing no signs of letting up. ToniAnn shook her free arm wildly as she could feel the pressure in her trapped arm rise to a dangerous level. If she did not do something, it was obvious that Helen would break her arm. So she ceased the emphatic waving of her left arm, and instead made a fist and dug her knuckles into Helen's eye socket.

The champion began to scream, but refused to let go of ToniAnn's arm. Though she was being blinded in her left eye, she continued to strain Toni's arm. The crowd was now in a frenzy as both woman were in obvious pain, but trapped in a test of wills. This kept up for several moments until finally, realizing that she could suffer permanent damage to her eye, Helen lowered her shoulder, reached back with her free arm and pulled ToniAnn forward by the hair, flipping her over her shoulder.

ToniAnn landed on her back directly in front of and below Helen, whose eye was filled with specks of black and gray, but nothing else. Though ToniAnn's arm ached excruciatingly, she tried to quickly roll onto her side to avoid any possible attacks by Helen. The champion would not allow it however, shuffling forward and forcefully planting her knee onto ToniAnn's breast plate, pressing her against the mat.

ToniAnn tried to push Helen's leg off of her, then tried to dig her fingers into the pale white skin of the champion's leg, but Helen was determined. Though the pain grew each second, Helen finally shifted her position and moved her other leg forward, dropping her other knee into the pit of ToniAnn's stomach, which she did with authority. The blonde groaned and squirmed as Helen moved her other knee onto the mat, directly next to ToniAnn, adjusting her balance. ToniAnn was now trapped beneath Helen's leg as the champion was perched atop her, staring down into her eyes.

Helen was a scary sight with her thick, black hair scattered wildly in all directions, one eye red and puffy, her body slick and damp from her own sweat. She had bruises dispersed on several spots, the most predominant being a bright red line which ran the across her throat. But the most scary thing of all was the look in her eyes and the evil expression etched across her face. ToniAnn was now at her mercy, and Helen planned to show her none.

Facing the blonde's legs, Helen reached forward and grabbed hold of ToniAnn's right limb from behind her knee. She began to pull it upward towards her, digging her fingers into the flexed hamstring of the diminutive blonde. ToniAnn began to moan once again as Helen's digits dug into her muscle, using it as a handle to further elevate ToniAnn's leg.

Helen pulled ToniAnn's leg until it was at a perfect right angle to the rest of her flattened body, finally removing her fingers from ToniAnn's thigh. Helen secured her grasp of Toni's ankle however, making sure she kept the leg pointed straight up into the air. Helen then began to twist ToniAnn's foot, forcing it to the side in a painful twist.

Toni's foot was forced to turn away from her leg, and she began to slap the mat with her hands screaming in protest. Helen smiled, the strain on her face a testament to how hard she was gnarling ToniAnn's ankle. The crowd began to yell, sort of a half cheer, half protest, as ToniAnn's screams became more adamant. Her ankle felt as if it were about to snap, which delighted Helen.

But as Helen snarled in satisfaction, ToniAnn reached up and grabbed her by the hair on the back of her head with both hands. Helen's back arched as her head was forced down, but she kept a tight grip on Toni's ankle. The blonde continued to pull back on Helen's head, the two once again locked in a test of wills.

The crowd roared, the cheers now deafening as Toni's leg was bent like a pretzel was Helen's back was contorted into the shape of a "U". Finally though, Toni could no longer stand the pain, and released her grip on Helen's black locks. The champion's body jerked upright and she steadied herself as ToniAnn wailed in pain. Finally Helen released her grip on ToniAnn's ankle and dropped her debilitated leg to the mat, in a show of apparent mercy.

ToniAnn continued to whimper, her ankle throbbing. Helen then began to push herself up, slowly lifting her knee off of the Blonde's taut tummy. Helen moved very cautiously, taking her time as she gradually began to rise to her feet. But just as it appeared she was on her way up, she dropped back down, driving her knee into the blonde's washboard.

Toni's legs shot up into the air as Helen ground her knee into the blonde's abdomen, an agonized cry echoing through the arena. Time was running out for ToniAnn as Helen was squeezing the life out of her with her knee. So in a last ditch effort, ToniAnn sat up and wrapped her arms around Helen's neck, pulling her back down to the mat.

The two were now both floundering on the canvas as ToniAnn squeezed her forearms tightly around Helen's throat. The brunette began to kick her legs, trying to kick free from the dangerous choke. Desiree came running over and demanded that ToniAnn break the hold, but to no avail. With Helen still kicking wildly, Desiree dropped to her knees and pried ToniAnn's arms apart, freeing the gasping champion from the vise-like choke.

Helen took a half second to catch her breath, but then rolled onto her side and got to her knees. She turned to face ToniAnn, who had already gotten to her knees as well. Both wrestlers were soaked, Helen's suit clinging to her form as if it were painted on, ToniAnn's svelte form slick and shiny.

The crowd quickly got to their feet and began to cheer the two warriors, who each stared the other down, neither making a move. The were both breathing deeply and obviously exhausted. They remained on their knees for several moments, neither making a move to get to their feet until ToniAnn pulled her right leg out in front of her, and started to push herself up.

As if on cue, Helen lunged forward, wrapping her arms around the waist of the blonde, and tackling her onto her back. ToniAnn landed hard as Helen reached up and grabbed hold of both of Toni's wrists in the process, stretching her arms up and over her head and pinning them to the mat. She then used her legs to intertwine them with ToniAnn's, pressing them against the mat as well.

The blonde was trapped and she knew it. She shook her head violently from side to side, but Helen had her in a Grapevine, and she could not escape. Desiree dove down next to them as ToniAnn tried to keep at least one of her shoulders off of the mat. Each time the ref began to count, ToniAnn was able to lift a shoulder and stop it immediately.

This kept up for almost a minute as Helen would force her weight down onto ToniAnn, only to have the feisty blonde lift her shoulder and stop the count. But then Helen raised her head so that she was looking down onto the blonde. Her eye was still swollen, and she could still not see very well out of it. But she grit her teeth, smirked and whispered, "Lights Out!"

With that, Helen dropped her abundant chest down onto ToniAnn's face, trapping it beneath her fleshy orbs. The crowd erupted into cheers, even those who had been rooting for ToniAnn seemed to voice no protest as ToniAnn tried to wriggle free.

Desiree noticed ToniAnn's shoulders drop, and began her count again in earnest. Helen continued to press all of her weight down onto the blonde's head, crushing her beneath her sweaty chest as ToniAnn continued to squirm, but to no avail. As the count advanced, Helen's following joined in, growing louder with each number......

eight..... Nine.....TEN!!!!!

Desiree signaled for the bell, which rang forcefully, marking the end of the match. The crowd erupted into cheers as Helen had her first win as champion, the second time around. But as Desiree got to her feet, expecting Helen to soon follow, she looked down to see the champ still suffocating the trapped blonde. It was hard to see any of ToniAnn's body since Helen had her almost completely covered, but what little could be seen, was being to tremble. Desiree quickly knelt down and pushed Helen off of her, forcing her to roll over.

ToniAnn gasped for air, her face red and saturated. She rolled onto her and pushed herself up with her arms, panting. Helen meanwhile got to her feet as Desiree moved closer to lift her arm in victory. Helen sneered at her however, and defiantly raised both of her arms over her head, before Desiree could. The ref looked across at the champ and mumbled something under her breath, but Helen shrugged her off, absorbing the cheers from the crowd.

After a few more moments, ToniAnn got to her feet and shuffled across the ring into the corner. She watched Helen celebrate her victory, walking to each side of the ring to acknowledge the cheers. In disgust, ToniAnn turned and climbed out of the ring, coming face to face with Fire as she landed on the floor.

Fire had a small egg on her forehead from where ToniAnn had slammed her, but was nonetheless smiling at her lover's victory. ToniAnn growled at her in contempt, and just as Fire opened her mouth to harass the blonde, ToniAnn lifted her knee into Fire's belly, causing her to double over. Helen was busy celebrating her victory and did not notice the action taking place in the corner, outside of the ring. But the pretty blonde was getting her revenge, even if it wasn't on the champion.

Not many of the fans took notice either as ToniAnn moved closer to the bowed Fire and grabbed a handful of hair from the back of her head. She then recoiled her leg before delivering a vicious knee into Fire's face. The blow knocked Fire off of her feet and sent her soaring backward, crashing to the floor on her back.

That caught the attention of several of the fans, who began to yell at the extracurricular activity. Helen however still did not notice as Fire landed flat on her back while ToniAnn stepped used her as a doormat, stepping across her stomach as she made her way back to the locker rooms.

Finally Helen heard the commotion and noticed Fire laying on the floor, curled into a ball as ToniAnn reached the end of the aisle and disappeared into the dressing area. Helen climbed down out of the ring and knelt next to the battered Fire.

She saw the blank expression on her face, her red tummy, and most of all, the bump on her forehead. Helen lifted her up, cradling Fire's limp body in her arms as she carried her back to the locker room, the crowd cheering the champion. The dazed Fire looked up at Helen, noticing how swollen her eye was, how bruised her throat. "You look beautiful!" Fire whispered to the champion, as Helen looked down at her and smiled