The POWA's
Queen of the Hill Tournament
Round One

The POWA had been existence under the current ownership for a little over 6 months now, and things were moving along nicely. They had just aired their 4th televised wrestling card, and the ratings were climbing steadily, though not rapidly. Though the organization was not yet considered a "front line" operation, it was slowly working it's way there.

But as the management of the league sat down in a room to discuss strategy, they were not satisfied with their standing and decided it was time to step up the plans to promote their league. They had negotiated with the cable channel who aired their show to give them a 10:00 PM time slot for one night, in order to air a "special". Since the regularly scheduled show was aired on midnight, the hope was that the POWA would be on display for thousands of new viewers.

So they went to work, brainstorming about how best to take advantage of this one time promotion. The research reports identified their viewing audience as being equally dispersed between younger, middle aged and older men. It also said that the viewers preferred hard fought, tough matches, but that no specific wrestlers had distinguished themselves as being favorites yet. So with that in mind, they went about the business of drawing up the matches to appear on the card.

The next scheduled championship match would pit Helen, defending her crown against Marisol, arguably the POWA's best wrestler. Everyone agreed that this match was perfect for that show. Helen was beautiful, sexy and a tough wrestler. While Marisol was vicious and skilled, as well as attractive. So with the premier match up of the evening set, the remaining matches were then debated.

The debate for various wrestlers went back and forth, with no strong arguments being made for anyone in particular. After about an hour or so however, Matt, the owner of the POWA, who had been silent throughout, stood up and spoke.

"Okay, here is what we know. The fans have not yet chosen their favorite wrestlers....right?"

Everyone at the table shook their heads in agreement.

"But we know that the fans do like tough matches. They like to see the ladies really get down and dirty. Right?"

Again, everyone shook their head in agreement.

"So why don't we give them all of the POWA wrestlers in one night, with no referee, and the best one wins. We could do a tournament type of thing, call if Queen of the Hill! We pair the eight ladies off and put them in a tournament format. That way, all of our wrestlers will get to appear in the show, and the fans will get to see lots of good, hard wrestling. Then after the tournament is over, we bring out our 2 best wrestlers, Helen and Marisol, and let them end the night with a BANG!"

The rest of the people at the table smiled and nodded their heads as they buzzed with excitement. It was the perfect plan! As Matt sat down, they each went about discussing options for the format as Matt sat back and smiled.

I the weeks before the match, the POWA spent a great deal advertising the show. They took out ads on some of the television stations, ran advertisements in newspapers and generally tried to get the word out. They also met with the wrestlers and stressed the importance of a good showing, and how this was the chance for each of them to really make a name for herself.

The weeks leading up to the broadcast passed quickly, until finally the night came. The arena was filled, and the buzz from the crowd was evidence that this was no ordinary night. The locker rooms were filled with frantic wrestlers, each trying to look her best for the big night.

Though it had not been announced to anyone yet, the format of the tournament was to work as follows. The match ups would be based on the most recent POWA rankings, with the highest ranked women facing the lowest ranked women, and working down from there. Since Helen and Marisol, the number one contender, would not be included in the tournament, the topped ranked wrestler would be the woman ranked number 2.

Therefore, the number 2 ranked wrestler would face the number 10 ranked wrestler, number 3 would face number 9, number 4 would face number 7 and number 5 would face number 6. This would hopefully allow the best wrestlers to advance, therefore making the tournament competitive. The POWA rankings at the time of the tournament, starting with the second ranked wrestler, were as follows:

Maggie
ToniAnn
Sunshine
Stacey
Fire
Barbie Doll
Kim
The Outlaw

With all the preparations completed, the cameras rolling, the crowd cheering, and the lights dimmed, the participants in the tournament lined up at the entrance to the arena, awaiting their introduction. You could sense the tension between the women as they stood in single file as the music grew to a deafening level.

They would be introduced based on their current ranking, so Maggie would lead the pack. With the crowd on their feet, the door to the arena flew open as the announcer presented each of the wrestlers.

"Entering the arena, the POWA's second ranked wrestler.....MAGGIE!

Maggie trotted forward as the crowd cheered the start of the introductions. Maggie continued to trot down the aisle as the announcer began again.

"Next in...the POWA's beautiful and vicious third ranked wrestler.....TONIANN!

The pretty blonde ran down the aisle to an eruption of cheers, which was embarrassing for Maggie, who received a much milder ovation. Toniann waved and smiled, slapping hands with the enthusiastic crowd.

"Out next beauty, the POWA's fourth ranked wrestler....SUNSHINE!

The vivacious blonde received a loud ovation as well. Not quite to the level of ToniAnn's, but encouraging nonetheless. She danced down the aisle, the tassels on her yellow wrestling boots dancing too as she blew kisses and waved her arms.

"Our next wrestler......STACEY!

The statuesque Stacey began to make her way down the aisle, the cheers a bit more subdued than they had been for Sunshine, but still very receptive. In fact, a small contingent made lots of noise for Stacey, one of the fans even holding up a sign which read, "Marry Me Stacey!"

"And our next beauty is.......FIRE!

The cheers dropped off noticeably at the petite brunette's introduction, and a few scattered boos could even be heard. Fire tried to ignore them however as she made her way spryly toward the ring, but they stung nonetheless. Even though she had taken extra time to enhance her physical appearance, and was even wearing her erotic, spider web bikini, the fans were complacent about her entrance.

"May I introduce......BARBIE DOLL!

The cheers rose from the levels Fire had received, but not dramatically, as Barbie hopped excitedly toward the ring. She was, at one time, a crowd favorite, but her recent mediocre performances had dwindled the enthusiasm for her.

The next contestant in the Queen of the Hill is.......KIM!

The young rookie in only her third POWA match made her way down the aisle to muffled cheers, a bit more enthusiastic than Barbie had received. The crowds were unfamiliar with Kim, so they seemed to be reserving judgment until after they saw her in action.

And finally, our last contestant, the POWA's newest wrestler.....THE OUTLAW!

The gorgeous, tall Outlaw hopped down the aisle to the loudest cheers of the evening, even more than Toniann had received. Her smile lit up the arena as the crowd roared for the Nubian beauty. Though it was predominantly a white and Hispanic crowd, the African American beauty was obviously very popular. And to show her appreciation, she tossed her black cowboy hat out to the cheering throng, to their delight.

All eight wrestler were now in the ring, all bopping, dancing, strutting or stretching. The crowd cheered the spectacle as the wrestlers exchanged glares. The announcer gave the crowd, and the cameras, enough time to get a good look at all of the women before he stepped to the microphone again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the rules for the first ever, POWA Queen of the Hill Tournament are as follows. The winner of each match will pin her opponent to the mat for a count of 10. The first round matches will have a 5 minute time limit, the second round matches will have a 10 minute time limit, and the final match will have a 20 minute time limit. "

"There will be no referee in the ring."

The announcer attempted to go on, but that comment drew a boisterous cheer from the crowd, so he paused until they settled down.

"In the event that a pin is not achieved within the time limit, a panel of POWA judges will determine the victor of the match. So before we get started, let's give a nice warm round of applause to our beautiful competitors!"

With that, the crowd leapt to their feet and cheered as the wrestlers jockeyed to have the attention drawn to them.

"Our first match of the evening will pit the former POWA champion, Maggie, against the newest member of the POWA, The Outlaw. So will all of the other competitors please exit the ring, and........
LET'S SEE WHO IS THE QUEEN OF THE HILL!!!!!

The 6 wrestlers climbed out of the ring as the crowd erupted, Maggie moving toward one corner while The Outlaw moved toward the other. There was lots of petty infighting between some of the women as they exited the ring. ToniAnn stuck her foot out in front of Sunshine, causing her to trip against the ropes. Fire stepped in front of Stacey, stealing a close up from the camera away from her. But finally everyone had exited the ring other than Maggie and The Outlaw.

(# 2) MAGGIE vs. (#9) THE OUTLAW

As the enthusiasm of the crowd built, the two wrestlers stared each other down. As the action paused while a commercial ran on television, The Outlaw snarled and glared across at Maggie. The Outlaw was not only unintimidated by the more experienced Maggie, but was actually trying to intimidate her. Maggie stared back, surprisingly emotionless as the red light on the camera again popped on, and the bell rang to signal the start of the match.

Maggie made her way slowly out of her corner, wearing her usual red, while and blue bikini. She began to circle the ring, eyeing her opponent. But The Outlaw was not interested in delaying things, and instead charged directly at Maggie as the two locked arms near the side ropes. They struggled for a few seconds, their closeness magnifying their differences. At 6'0" tall, the Outlaw towered over Maggie. Her caramel colored skin contrasted starkly to Maggie's milky white skin. Her long, lean form also divergent from Maggie's bulky frame. And at 19 years of age, she was less than half of Maggie's 44 years.

But aside from the physical differences, perhaps the most glaring difference was there attitude. Maggie had still not gotten over the shame of her devastation at the hands of Helen. In her last match, about 6 weeks earlier, Maggie not only lost the title to Helen, but also lost a great deal of confidence and self respect. The way Helen beat her in every aspect of the match was tough for Maggie to take, and you could see it in her eyes.

But the steely determination in The Outlaw's eyes was unmistakable. She was not wrestling against a former champion, but rather someone who stood in her way. So as they continued to struggle, it was clear that the rookie had the psychological edge.

But there is no substitute for experience, and so Maggie adjusted her stance, then changed her grip, and with a whirling spin, trapped The Outlaw in an armbar. The tall rookie was now pressed tightly up against Maggie's back as the veteran locked her right hand onto The Outlaw's wrist, and positioned her other arm below her elbow.

The rookie began to groan from the strain on her joint as Maggie kept the pressure on. The crowd began to boo, clearly siding with the beautiful rookie. But the pain was clouding her thinking, and the rookie could not devise an escape plan. But as Maggie increased the pressure of the hold, the Outlaw leaned forward, opened her mouth, and clamped her teeth down onto the rounded corner of Maggie's shoulder.

The veteran began to scream in pain as the rookie bit down with all of her strength. Maggie had no choice but to release the hold, and as soon as she did, the rookie wrapped her arm around her neck, wedging her forearm under Maggie's chin.

The rumpled veteran was now caught in a powerful choke, her face quickly turning several shades of red. The crowd erupted again as the powerful rookie dragged Maggie around by the choke. But as Maggie began to feel light headed, she dropped her shoulders quickly forward, tossing the surprised rookie over her and sending her flipping through the air.

The Outlaw landed on her butt, her head snapping back as her mouth fell open from the impact. The crowd again booed as Maggie hunched forward, trying to catch her breath. It was obvious that the rookie was not interested in obeying the rules and with no referee to enforce them, why should she?

The rookie got to her feet quickly, and angry expression stretched across her face. Again she rushed Maggie, and again they locked up. The novice tried to force Maggie back against the ropes, but with a quick move, Maggie was able to grab hold of The Outlaw's wrist and give it a quick twist.

The careless Outlaw quickly dropped to one knee as her arm was wrenched away from her body. Maggie was able to keep the pressure on by simply turning her arm and keeping the Outlaw's limb away from her body. The pretty rookie shook her head wildly, her long, black hair flying in all directions as she protested the hold. But Maggie ignored her protests and instead, twisted her arm even more.

The rookie was in excruciating pain, and grew desperate. She looked up at Maggie with a pitiful expression on her face, hoping for sympathy. Maggie looked down, but felt none. Instead she fixed her stare into the deep, brown eyes of the young woman.

The Outlaw saw that Maggie was not paying attention however, took her free arm and thrust it upward, driving her fingers into Maggie's eyes. The veteran let out a loud yelp and immediately released the hold as she stumbled backward, blinded.

The Outlaw got to her feet quickly and walked over to where Maggie was stumbling around, near the center of the ring. She positioned herself, bent her knees slightly, and then began to enter into a violent spin. As she turned, she lifted her long leg up, straightening it so that her foot was almost even with her shoulders. Her momentum built until her foot smacked against the side of a completely bewildered Maggie.

The roundhouse kick was an impressive display of athleticism, but even more impressive was the devastating force with which it landed. Maggie staggered to the side, her arms flying into the air as she fell against the ropes, her whole body collapsing into the corner. She had no idea what had hit her, the only thing she could hear was a loud buzz, the only thing she could see was bright, gray flashes of light.

The Outlaw however quickly set herself as the crowd roared the awesome maneuver. She charged over to Maggie and pushed her back into the corner. she then lifted her leg and planted it in Maggie's gut, driving her foot forward to wedge Maggie deeper into the corner.

She then grabbed hold of Maggie's wrists, pulled her arms forward as she fell backward while kicking her foot into Maggie's so9ft tummy. The ex-champion flipped out of the corner and into the air as the rookie dropped onto her back to complete the toss. Maggie sailed through the air before landing on her back and sliding across the ring.

The crowd jumped to their feet as Maggie's body skid to a halt near the opposite corner. The Outlaw jumped to her feet, and for the first time, acknowledged the cheers. But she only gave a quick wave before heading right back to work. This match was the best way for her to solidify her reputation in the POWA, and she planned to take full advantage of it. So with Maggie floundering on her back, the rookie moved in for more.

She rushed over to the flailing Maggie, but her inexperience was again evident as Maggie was able to grab hold of her ankles and pull her down to the canvas. The Outlaw landed on her back, above Maggie's head, but quickly moved to regain her advantage.

She positioned her feet on either side of Maggie's head so that the soles of her boots were pressing down onto Maggie's shoulders. She then reached down and grabbed hold of Maggie's wrists with both hands and began to pull on the veteran's arms. Using her long legs for leverage, the lithesome rookie yanked on Maggie's arms until they were fully extended directly over her head. Maggie grimaced as her pain now emanated from two places.

First of all her arms cried out in pain from being yanked from their sockets. Secondly, the soles of the Outlaws black leather boots were digging into her shoulders and the sides of her neck. The crowd roared as Maggie began to kick her legs to try and free herself. She began to moan, softly at first, but louder with each passing moment. Her upper body was being stretched like a rubber band, and she was desperately trying to kick out of the unique hold.

As the crowd continued to voice their approval, Maggie began to kick her legs up in the air. She gradually built up enough momentum to where her entire back lifted off of the mat, causing The Outlaw to break the hold, and roll onto her side. But not before Maggie was left with arms which felt like they had been stretched an additional 6 inches, and shoulders which were marked with red bruises on each side.

The rookie had been giving her a lesson to this point, and Maggie was angry and frustrated. She knew she had to gain control quickly, since her younger, stronger opponent had the potential to do some serious damage to her. So finally shifting into an offensive mode, Maggie whirled her body toward The Outlaw, while still lying on her side, and wrapped her legs around the rookie's midsection, trapping her in a body scissors.

The Outlaw was again caught off guard, and began to grunt angrily as Maggie tried to tighten the vise. Maggie grimaced from the energy she was exerting, and The Outlaw grimaced from the result of that energy. Though it was not a devastating scissors, it nonetheless was effective. The rookie grunted, kicked, slapped and thrust her head from side to side, but Maggie kept the pressure on. Her bulky legs were squashing the shapely youngster, and for the first time, Maggie had her at bay.

But The Outlaw was not content to remain trapped for long, and decided to take action. She took her right hand, and reached back, grabbing a big chunk of skin from the back of Maggie's thigh. She then dug her nails, followed by her fingers, into the soft skin on Maggie's loin. The veteran groaned loudly, but refused to relinquish her grip on the rookie.

But as the seconds passed, it became painfully obvious that The Outlaw was doing much more damage to Maggie, than Maggie was doing to her. With the rookie's hand almost completely buried in her thigh, Maggie reluctantly lifted her leg, freeing the trapped rookie. But even though The Outlaw was freed from Maggie's grip, she was furious. She dug her fingers even deeper into Maggie's thigh, enraged that the veteran continued to fight back. The Outlaw had expected to make easy work of the plump, old timer, but Maggie had proven to be up to the challenge so far.

No matter how hard The Outlaw hit her, Maggie just kept coming back for more. But with time running out in the 5 minute match, she decided to step up the pace. So she released her grip on Maggie's leg, and quickly rolled onto her knees, then to her feet. She reached down and grabbed a handful of Maggie's short, black hair, yanking her violently up off of the mat.

Maggie rose with a whimper, but as she got to her feet, she unleashed a stiff, backhand slap, straight to The Outlaw's throat. The youngster released her grip of the veteran's hair and stumbled back a few steps, covering her throat in the process. Maggie hobbled closer, her leg still throbbing from the claw she had just received.

As Maggie approached, she reached forward with both arms to grab hold of the ailing rookie, but with lightening quickness, the rookie unleashed a furious sidekick, thrusting her foot up and into the right side of Maggie's ribcage. The veteran gasped and instantly lurched to the side, her upper body tipping to the right. But even before Maggie had time to stop trembling from the first kick, The Outlaw uncorked an even more violent kick, this into the upper, left side of Maggie's body, just alongside her left breast.

Maggie's large chest bounced briskly as she tumbled forward and dropped to one knee, clutching her left side with her arms. The spirited rookie rushed forward however, and, standing directly in front of the wounded veteran, grabbed a handful of her hair and ripped her onto her feet by it.

Maggie raised her hands to her head to soften the vicious grip on her hair, as she rose to her feet, leaving her entire body unguarded. So as The Outlaw plucked her shorter opponent up, leaving her body stretched out in front of her, she then bent her knee, coiling her long leg in toward herself before propelling it forward and landing a devastating straight kick into Maggie's midsection.

The ex-champ's body began to quiver uncontrollably as she gurgled and dropped to both knees before the statuesque youngster. Maggie was in horrific pain, kneeling on both knees as she huddled together to comfort herself. But as she suffered, the rookie marched toward the corner and began her ascent to the top rope. The crowd began to explode in cheers, roaring in anticipation if what was to come.

After a few moments, Maggie lifted her head to look and see where her opponent was, which was the signal The Outlaw was waiting for. As Maggie's eyes focused, her expression changed from bewilderment to terror, her sparkling brown eyes widening as the sight of a long, spread pair of legs was rapidly approaching her face.

The Outlaw descended rapidly, her crotch smacking against the throat of the kneeling Maggie, knocking her forcefully down onto her back as the rookie ended up sitting atop her throat and shoulders, her inner thighs pressed up against the sides of Maggie's face. She ground her butt into Maggie's chest, positioning herself for the pin, which was inevitable.

The crowd jumped to their feet and went wild as the count by the judges outside of the ring concluded quickly and the bell rang. The Outlaw thrust her arms over her head and pumped her fists into the air in celebration as Maggie sputtered beneath her, pinned and beaten.

The wrestlers outside the ring stared on, watching the complete dismantling of the former champion. Even though Maggie was not regarded as a "premier" wrestler, it was nonetheless a shock to see such a young rookie dismantle her so completely. So after a few more minutes of gloating, the young rookie pushed herself up off of Maggie and paraded around the ring, as the veteran was helped to her feet and escorted back to the locker room.

Maggie was helped to a seat in one of the locker rooms, and left alone to compose herself. She sat slumped in the seat, felt utterly humiliated as she began to sob, softly at first, but then uncontrollably. Just then the door opened, and in walked Marisol. Maggie lifted her head to see who had entered, the tears rolling down her cheeks as she caught a glimpse of her old nemesis.

"You are really pathetic!" Marisol began. "You can't even beat a green rookie. You know, after I win the crown tonight, I was going to give you the first title shot. I wanted to have the chance to humiliate you in front of all of these people. But you know what..... you don't need me to do that to you. You humiliate yourself every time you step into the ring. .....You're just pathetic......."

Marisol turned and walked out, shaking her head. Maggie wanted to scream, to grab her and throw her to the ground. But she couldn't. In fact, Marisol was right. She was humiliating herself in the ring. So rather than protest Marisol's verbal assault, Maggie simply buried her face in her hands and continued to cry.

Meanwhile, back in the ring, the next two competitor's stood in opposite corners, waiting for their match to start. The Outlaw had climbed out of the ring, and now stood on the opposite end of the four remaining wrestlers. Meanwhile, inside the ring, ToniAnn and Kim prepared for their first match in the tournament.

(# 3) TONIANN vs. (# 8) KIM

Things were moving along quickly, and after a very short pause for the wrestlers the clear out, the second match was already under way. ToniAnn made her way out of her corner, her petite but incredibly sexy body on display from beneath her silver, metallic bikini.

She was the heavy favorite in this match, and even though the smallest wrestler in the POWA, she was one of the fiercest. At 5'3" and only 115 lbs, what she lacked in size and strength, she made up for with tenacity and ferocity. In addition to those traits, she was also one of the most physically attractive wrestlers in the POWA, and therefore a favorite of the fans.

Her opponent was much more tentative, and visibly nervous as she cautiously circled the ring, jumpy and edgy. At 5'4" and 145 lbs, Kim was not only bulkier, but very obviously stronger than ToniAnn. Her physique was solid and fairly muscular, while still retaining a certain amount of femininity. She was not as seductive as ToniAnn, as evidenced by her athletic bra and biker shorts, but she was still an attractive woman in her own right.

In only her third match on the POWA, Kim was still looking for her first victory, and she knew that it would be a difficult task against her vicious blonde opponent. She moved cautiously, almost clumsily, as she waited for ToniAnn to make her move.

The blonde continued to circle, staring intently into Kim's eyes, sensing her fear. Like a shark, she smiled slightly, smelling blood. But rather than charge at the more powerful Kim, ToniAnn simply stopped, stood upright, and challenged Kim to come get her.

Kim remained hunched over, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead as she fretted about what to do. Finally, she took the challenged and charged at ToniAnn, wrapping her arms around the petite blonde's waist, and driving her back against the ropes.

ToniAnn was surprised at how strong Kim was, the grip she had on her waist was powerful.....and painful. But ToniAnn gathered her hands together into a fist, raised them over her head, and rammed them down into the back of the bowed Kim. The first blow had little affect on Kim, but ToniAnn continued to driver her interlocked hands down into Kim's lower back, and gradually she could feel Kim's grip weakening. Finally she gave one powerful thrust, and Kim dropped to one knee and released her grip.

Not wasting any time, ToniAnn grabbed a handful of Kim's hair and pulled her head up so that she was looking down into Kim's face. She then thrust her knee forward, slamming it into the side of Kim's face and knocking her onto her back.

The crowd gasped at the powerful blow as Kim rolled onto her side, covering her face. ToniAnn charged over to her and, using her foot, pushed her onto her stomach before jumping down onto her back. She adjusted her legs so that she was sitting right between Kim's shoulder blades, her knees planted on either side of Kim's body, pressing against her ribs.

The sexy blonde then reached forward and grabbed a handful of hair from the back of Kim's head, hauling her head off of the canvas. As Kim's head rose, she took her left hand and wedged it beneath Kim's chin, pulling back on her throat in the process. ToniAnn then released her grip on Kim's kinky, brown hair, and joined her hands, interlocking her fingers under Kim's chin.

She had just locked a Camel Clutch on the powerful young wrestler, and Kim was helpless to resist.

"That wasn't very hard, was it?" ToniAnn goaded her trapped opponent. "Guess you muscle heads are all alike, big muscles, little brains!"

The comments were angering Kim, but there was nothing she could do about it. Her back was arching mare and more as ToniAnn pulled back harder and harder. She was not only being choked by the hold, but her head felt as if it were about to be yanked off of her body. The crowd cheered ToniAnn's quick and vicious attack, even as spittle squirted from Kim's lips as she tried to scream in protest.

Kim didn't know what to do. The pain was becoming intense, but she knew no way out. Her arms were free, but she could do nothing more than wave them in front of her. She could not reach back far enough to grab hold of ToniAnn, and when she did, it simply looked like she was trying to swim on dry land. The only possibility was to try and unlock ToniAnn's fingers, but she was so distraught that she didn't think of that.

"Had enough yet musclehead?" ToniAnn taunted, but Kim could only mumble from beneath her clenched teeth.

About to try and submit, Kim came up with her only plan for escape. She decided to try and roll back and forth, onto her side, trying to dislodge ToniAnn from her back. She started to roll from side to side, but ToniAnn's knees were planted tightly at her sides, preventing her from gaining any momentum.

But Kim did not give up, and continued to roll her body back and forth until finally she knocked ToniAnn of balance and was able to buck the blonde off of her back. But the cagey ToniAnn didn't give up that easily. She scurried up behind Kim and quickly wedged her foot into Kim's side, while at the same time, reaching for her wrist and ankle.

Before Kim knew what was happening, ToniAnn had grabbed hold of her left wrist and left ankle, and was pulling back on them while driving her foot into Kim's left side. It was a perfect Bow and Arrow hold, and again Kim's body was being contorted in a painful fashion.

The pain became piercing very quickly, but Kim thought she could escape just as she had done from the Camel Clutch. She began to roll back and forth, but this time ToniAnn's foot was wedged so tightly into her side, that she could not move at all. In fact. The rolling seemed to only incite the blonde to pull more ferociously on her limbs.

Kim was growing desperate. Her taut body was being pulled apart, and even though she was stronger than her opponent, she had not had an opportunity to use her strength. ToniAnn had her tied up from the beginning.

The two submission style holds which ToniAnn had sued so far were designed to drain an opponent, and to make her quit. They also took time to get the desired result, but with over 3 minutes already passed, Kim had not yet quit, and time was running out. So rather than take any chances, ToniAnn released the hold, and as Kim rolled into a ball to recuperate, ToniAnn got to her feet and prepared for the next phase of her attack.

She stormed over to the beleaguered Kim and plucked her off of the mat by the hair. she then grabbed her wrist and tossed her across the ring by the arm, sending her crashing into the corner. Kim's back smacked into the turnbuckles, her head snapping back from the impact. But before her body could even settle into it's spot, ToniAnn charged forward and drove her knee into Kim's dimpled tummy.

Kim slumped forward as the vicious blonde pulled her knee from within Kim's gut and pushed her head up and back. But just as Kim's head dropped backward, ToniAnn delivered a powerful punch into the dimpled side of her belly. Kim groaned and again slumped forward, but again ToniAnn grabbed her hair before she could completely slouch.

But as the blonde pulled the beleaguered Kim's head upright, the muscular beauty finally fought back. She clenched her fist and delivered an awesome punch into ToniAnn's gut. All of the color quickly faded from ToniAnn's face as she folded in half and stumbled backward.

The crowd paused in amazement at the quick and powerful blow delivered by Kim, but they did not turn against her. Instead there was an eerie almost silence as they waited to see what would happen. Kim pushed herself painfully out of the corner and lurched forward towards ToniAnn, who was still huddled over, suffering from the effective blow.

Kim stood in front of her, took a deep breath, but then kicked her legs up into the air, separating them as she ascended. She almost looked as if she were going to click her heels together, but instead, she wrapped her thighs around ToniAnn's bowed head, closing them together as she began to descend. As Kim's body hit the mat however, she jerked her legs to the side, flipping ToniAnn's body onto it's back, her head still trapped between her thighs.

It was a very athletic maneuver, and it impressed the crowd, who gradually began to cheer, softly at first, but slowly building momentum. ToniAnn was now flat on her back, her head trapped between Kim's powerful thighs as the young, inexperienced wrestler began to squeeze them together.

ToniAnn began to feel like her head was a nut, and Kim's thighs were the nutcracker. If Kim exerted anymore pressure, she throughout her head would no choice but to crack. ToniAnn flailed her arms in the air, kicked her legs wildly, but she was not going to get free.

Kim was ecstatic, she was still in pain, but she knew she had ToniAnn trapped. The only problem now was that the match was almost over in terms of the time elapsed. Kim was worried that if time ended, ToniAnn would be awarded the victory. So cautiously she opened her legs, freeing the blonde momentarily.

ToniAnn tried to scramble free, but Kim was able to corral her, grabbing the waistband from the back of her bikini. ToniAnn tried to scoot away on all fours, but Kim kept a tight grip, pulling herself over to ToniAnn in the process. Finally able to get alongside her, she bent her arm and dropped her elbow down in between ToniAnn's shoulder blades.

The pretty blonde dropped to the mat as Kim quickly rolled her onto her back and jumped on to of her. She then planted one knee on top of one of ToniAnn's arms, and the other knee on top of her other arm. She had her trapped in a Schoolgirl pin, and no matter how much ToniAnn kicked and screamed, she was not about to get out.

The count began, but once it reached 3, ToniAnn reached up and scratched the side of Kim's face. Kim turned away quickly and growled with pain, but kept her knees planted on ToniAnn's arms, thereby continuing the count. As the count reached 7, Kim's rage erupted, and she sent a forceful punch down into the side of ToniAnn's face.

Toni moaned softly, her head turning to the side as she stopped kicking and fighting just as the count reached ten.

Kim had won the match, and ToniAnn was left dazed and wounded beneath her. Kim remained on top of her while she lifted her hand to her cheek. There was no blood, but Kim could tell that there was a scratch on her face. She looked down at the groggy ToniAnn and finally felt like she belonged, she felt like a POWA wrestler. She had finally been able to unleash her rage and use it to her advantage.

Kim was helped up to celebrate her victory as ToniAnn was escorted out of the ring. Kim had won over several fans, and she enjoyed their cheers as she was directed to the side of the ring where the Outlaw was sitting. Even though the crowd cheered the performance by the impressive Kim, but The Outlaw was less impressed.

"Better hope that you don't hafta face me girl. Cause I ain't no little pushover like her."

Kim turned to the tall, svelte Outlaw, the smile evaporating from her face as she sneered back at her, but did not say anything. Finally, she could say that she had done her talking in the ring. Meanwhile, the ring was again alive with wrestling action. Just a tad less than 15 minutes had passed since the tournament had begun, and already the fans were being treated to their third match.

(# 4) SUNSHINE vs. (# 7) BARBIE DOLL

Sunshine had already gotten Barbie Doll in a side headlock in the first few seconds of the match, and was tightening her grip around the diminutive wrestlers neck. Barbie tried to wrap her arm around Sunshine's thigh to counter the hold, but each time she tried to grab hold, Sunshine would rush forward, preventing the snared Doll from escaping. Realizing that she needed to try a different approach, the Doll then attempted to wrap her arm around Sunshine's back, but that proved costly.

Not only was Barbie unable to grab hold of the sturdy blonde, but Sunshine began to race towards the ropes, dragging the Doll with her. The crowd was cheering as the two women reached the side ropes. Sunshine lifted the Doll's head up by her long, curly hair, but then dropped it downward, shoving her throat down against the top rope.

Sunshine then began to lean down on the back of Barbie's neck, crushing her throat against the rope in the process. Barbie flailed her arms at her sides, but Sunshine paid no attention and continued press her weight down onto her choking opponent.

This was an important match for both wrestlers, as each had her won problems. Sunshine was struggling, and even though she had beaten The Outlaw in her last match, it was a hard fought win over a newcomer. She knew that she had to solidify her standing in the POWA, or face the risk of being replaced.

As she continued to choke the distraught Doll, Sunshine long, blonde hair danced about her pretty face. She wore a yellow bikini with matching boots which nicely displayed her full figured form. At 5'6" and 135 lbs, she had a nice shape, though she never seemed able to attain the level of muscle tome she aspired to. But she was in control of the match now, and the tassels on her boots danced with delight as she continued to jar Barbie's throat down onto the ropes.

Finally, Barbie released her hands from the back of the Doll's head, and instead quickly grabbed hold of the top rope. With a quick jerk, she pulled the rope sharply back toward her, launching the Doll back into the center of the ring and sending her tumbling onto her stomach.

Barbie rolled to a stop, laying face down on the mat as her body heaved up and down. With less than a minute gone in the match, she was already in trouble, which was nothing new lately. Barbie had shown lots of promise in her first few matches in the POWA, but lately seemed to be unable to beat anyone.

Her last match was a title shot against Maggie, but she lost that one. In fact she had lost 4 of her last 5 matches. Worst of all, because Barbie had done so well in first few matches, she had received lots of attention in the early part of her career. She was viewed as an up and coming star, a wrestler with lots of potential, so the fact that she was struggling so badly now, only magnified her poor performances.

She laid on the mat, desperately trying to catch her breath as Sunshine stormed over to her. The blonde reached down and grabbed the long, curly brown hair of the Doll, plucking her up to her feet like a rag doll. Sunshine pulled the Doll upright, her body still shuddering as she tried to catch her breath. Her royal blue suit clung to her body, the 4 or 5 extra pounds she added were all distributed in the right places. The Doll had hoped that by adding a few pounds, she would gain the strength she needed to succeed. The extra weight was dispersed in her chest, which looked much fuller, and the rest of her upper body. Always looking too thin, she now at least had some meat on her bones.

But as Sunshine pulled her upright, that meat wasn't doing her much good right now. The blonde then pulled down forcefully on Barbie Doll's hair, causing her upper body to dip as she was flipped through the air. The Doll landed painfully on her back and slid a few feet before coming to a rest on the canvas.

As she lay on her back, completely overwhelmed so far, her royal blue, one piece suit sparkled under the lights. She wore matching elbow length, fingerless gloves, boots and knee pads as well, giving her the look of a professional wrestler, but based on her early performance in this match, the look did not match the reality.

This time Sunshine stormed down to Barbie's feet, reached down and grabbed a hold of her right leg with both hands. She pulled the shapely limb of the Doll off of the mat, pulling her body up with it and causing her to hang upside down as a result. With Barbie's arms drooping down onto the mat and her face quickly reddening, Sunshine walked her suspended body to the center of the ring, and then began to spin around, pulling the Doll's body along for the ride.

The Doll's arms sailed out in front of her, her left dangling to the side as Sunshine completed two full revolutions before tossing her aside. The Doll bounced off of the mat before crumbling into a pile of flesh in the corner. The crowd cheered the action as Sunshine wasted no time and quickly charged over to the fallen Doll and yanked her off of the canvas by her arm.

The Doll looked dizzy and harried as she reluctantly rose to her feet. But before she could regain her balance, Sunshine whipped her forward by the arm, sending her racing toward the corner. Barbie Doll's shoulders blades smacked against the turnbuckle, her head snapping backward, her hair flying in all directions. But just as her head snapped back, she was greeted with a fully extended, flying Sunshine.

The spry blonde had taken off right behind Barbie, and now, her spread body splashed directly down onto the drooping Doll. Sunshine's body completely engulfed the Doll's, as the only parts visible from beneath Sunshine's were her arms and legs. Sunshine's chest landed on Barbie's face, the rest of her body smacking violently into the smaller Doll.

Sunshine grabbed hold of the ropes with each hand to further grind her body forward against Barbie's, but then she backed away, leaving the Doll to slump in the corner. Sunshine lifted her arms out to her sides and over her head to accept the cheers of the crowd as Barbie remained hanging from the ropes. Sunshine paraded to all sides of the ring before ending up in the corner opposite of the Doll. She then turned to face her sagging opponent, and smiled as she took a deep breath.

The crowd began to roar as Sunshine took off, racing across the ring directly at Barbie Doll. The Doll saw her coming and tried to jump out of the way, but Sunshine became airborne, and her soaring feet quickly landed on the hips of the scrambling Barbie, forcing her back into the corner. Sunshine was now standing on Barbie's hips, and reached forward to clench tightly onto her hair with both hands.

With a nod of her head and smile on her face, Sunshine lunged herself backward, causing her body to drop downward toward the mat. As her back rolled onto the canvas, she thrust her feet upward and launched the Doll's hips into the air, sending the befuddled Barbie into a flying flip. The Doll's body rotated while airborne, only to be greeted with a violent landing, her back smacking against the mat.

Sunshine quickly rolled onto her side and then crawled over the where the Doll landed. Barbie's arms and legs were spread out on either side of her body, her hair strewn about on the canvas above her head like a lion's mane. Sunshine knelt next to her and hooked her arm beneath the Doll's legs and then began to curl her legs up toward her head.

The Doll was being folded in half, and there was nothing she could do about it. Sunshine had completely overwhelmed her, and now all she could do was wait to be pinned. It took just a couple seconds more, but Sunshine had now placed the Doll in a matchbook pin, her shoulders flattened to the mat. The count went quickly and Sunshine pumped her fist into the air once the count reached ten.

The pretty blonde jumped to her feet and again lifted her arms over her head in celebration as the Doll rolled onto her side and curled into a ball. This was perhaps her toughest defeat so far. She offered absolutely no resistance, and though she was not in tremendous pain, her ego had been badly bruised, leaving her to ponder what was left of her wrestling career.

After a few moments, the attendants helped Barbie to her feet and escorted her back to the locker room, while Sunshine exited the ring and joined The Outlaw and Kim on the winners side. As she passed The Outlaw, the feisty rookie issued a warning.

"You may have beaten me the last time Sunshine, but now it's payback."

Sunshine snickered at the rookie, but she also knew that if she did have to face her again, it would be a tough match. But by this time the combatants for the fourth and final match of the first round of the Queen of the Hill tournament had already entered the ring, and they were no strangers either.

(# 5) STACEY vs. (# 6) FIRE

Fire and Stacey had faced each other three times before, twice in tag team matches, and once in a solo contest. But even though, at 5'8" and 134 lbs, Stacey had a significant size advantage over the 5'5", 109 lb Fire, it was the smaller brunette who was the intimidator in this rivalry.

Fire was the one who pinned Stacey to win the Tag Team Championship together with Helen. And in their solo match, Fire became so enraged at her pretty, tall foe, that she rushed her before the bell and delivered several punishing blows before she was disqualified. So Stacey had a score to settle against Fire, and this was her chance to do it.

There were several good rivalries in the POWA, but this one had the potential to be as nasty as any. These two women generally did not like each other. Fire was jealous of the respect and admiration the fans adorned Stacey with, feeling that it was undeserved. Fire had to scrape and beg for every cheer she received, while Stacey seemed to get them automatically, even though she often struggled in the ring.

Stacey meanwhile despised Fire's dirty tactics, and the way she had humiliated her in the past. Especially the last match they wrestled, or almost wrestled. Fire ambushed Stacey when her back was turned, and Stacey vowed revenge. So with the two of them alone in the ring, with no referee to interfere, she would now have her chance.

As the three winners of the previous matches settled in, the final match of the fourth round began. Fire darted out of her corner, moving quickly, but not attacking just yet. She bopped and danced to her right, trying to intimidate the pretty Stacey. But the statuesque wrestler was not intimidated, and instead slowly moved in on Fire. Not one to back down, Fire stood her ground as the two locked up near the center of the ring.

The two began to struggle, each grunting and groaning as they battled for control. Stacey's used her height advantage for leverage as she pushed down on the smaller Fire, trying to force her to her knees. But the feisty brunette freed one hand and released a forceful, open hand smack onto the side of Stacey's face.

The impact made a loud CRACK, and left a red hand imprint on Stacey's pale skin, angering her. She cocked her arm and delivered a retaliatory slap right back, clapping her open hand onto Fire's right cheek. Fire stumbled back a step and raised her hand to her face, her expression turning sour. She then wound her own arm up and attempted to deliver another smack to Stacey's face, but the slender beauty grabbed her wrist, preventing Fire from completing her attempt.

Stacey then instantly whirled her entire body beneath Fire's arm as she spun around, lodging the now snarled arm of her opponent up against her own back. Fire had been spun completely around, and now had her arm trapped behind her with Stacey twisting it painfully. The crowd cheered as Stacey moved closer and whispered into Fire's ear.

"It's payback time!"

And with that, she yanked on the thin arm of Fire, wrenching it all the way up between her shoulder blades. Fire groaned loudly, her body pitching forward as her arm cried out with pain. She tried to reach across with her free arm to slap, grab or damage Stacey in any way she could, but to no avail.

But rather than wait for Fire to figure out a plan of attack, Stacey simply reached forward with her free arm and wrapped it beneath Fire's armpit, before pulling it back behind her neck. She now had one of Fire's arms trapped in a half nelson, while the other was wedged up against her back.

Fire's body was contorted as if made of elastic, desperately trying to relieve some of the pressure on either arm. But she wouldn't need to worry about that as Stacey now began to race forward, pushing Fire along in front of her. They built up steam as they headed for the corner, and Fire had no way to protect herself. The entire front of her body was unprotected as it slammed into the turnbuckle Stacey grinding forward even further to emphasize the pain.

She released the half nelson, but retained the armlock, keeping Fire's arm wedged tightly and painfully against her back. Fire was slumped in the corner, the whole front of her body aching from the impact as Stacey forced her up by applying more pressure to her trapped arm, and spinning her around.

The crowd was roaring in praise of Stacey as she now faced the opposite corner, with Fire in front of her. She then took her free arm and wrapped it around Fire's waist, tightening the grip. She then released the armlock, but immediately wrapped that arm around Fire's tummy too, clasping onto her wrist with both hands, thereby locking a bearhug around Fire's waist.

Stacey pulled in as hard as she could with both arms, squeezing tightly on Fire's midsection. The malleable skin on Fire's belly yielded to Stacey's grip as her arms dug into Fire's body. Leaning back, Stacey hoisted Fire off of the mat, her feet lifting into the air as she kicked her legs in protest. Fire's face grew red from the pressure on her tummy, but Stacey's long arms were locked in place, and there was no escape.

Stacey kept Fire elevated for a few moments, but then thrust her downward, driving her butt into the canvas and jarring the diminutive brunette. Fire felt a tingle up the length of her spine form the impact, and her mouth fell open while her head dipped to the side. Stacey stood upright, Fire seated erect just below her as the crowd cheered some more.

Fire was in trouble. Her back was growing numb, and she felt disoriented. But Stacey went right to work, and immediately wrapped her succulent thighs around Fire's head, sitting down on her shoulders. She then tossed her body to the side, knocking Fire off her backside, and sending her flailing onto her side, her head trapped in a tight scissors.

Though Fire couldn't hear it, the crowd was ecstatic, jumping to their feet and cheering Stacey's dominance. The small following of fans which had cheered so ebulliently at Stacey's introduction, now began to chant.... "CURVACEOUS CRUSH..........CURVACEOUS CRUSH!"

Stacey smiled, knowing that she had Fire ensnared, and right where she wanted her. Fire's face was barely visible from beneath Stacey's thighs, as the chant grew louder and more widespread.

"CURVACEOUS CRUSH.....CURVACEOUS CRUSH!"

In the rivalry between these two women, Stacey's Curvaceous Crush was a very familiar hold. The first time they had faced each other in the ring, a tag team match, Stacey had trapped Fire in the Curvaceous Crush and squeezed all of the fight out of her. Her partner Heather then easily pinned Fire to end the match.

But the next time they faced each other, Stacey again tried to lock the Curvaceous Crush onto Fire, but the vicious brunette was able to dig her fingers into Stacey's thigh muscle, which not only broke the hold, but proved to be the turning point of the match. Stacey was in so much pain from Fire's grip, that she lost her composure, and was eventually pinned. As a result of pinning Stacey, Fire and Helen won the Tag Team Championship, which they retained to this day.

So Stacey's signature move had worked once, and failed once. She desperately wanted to finish Fire off with it this time, proving her dominance over her smaller rival. But the spunky brunette had other plans. She tried to roll her head from between Stacey's thighs in order to get a grip, and was able to move just enough so that she opened her mouth.....and bit down ferociously into the supple skin of Stacey's thigh.

The slender wrestler immediately began to scream hysterically at the torturous bite. It felt as if a wild dog had sunk it's teeth into her and was trying to rip her skin off. And that's exactly what Fire was trying to do.

Fire bit down with all of her might, leaving the anguished Stacey with no choice but to open her legs and free her torturer. But Fire refused to relinquish her bite, and continued to gnaw on the skin of her leggy foe. Stacey's screams became earsplitting as she could bear no more. She began to slap and punch wildly at Fire's head, forcing the malicious brunette to relinquish her bite and scamper away on all fours.

The crowd hissed and heckled Fire for her dirty tactics as Stacey curled into a ball and frantically rubbed her chewed skin. Fire ignored the derisive cheers, and got her knees, shaking her head to clear her cobwebs. She was a bit dazed by the abrupt, retaliatory attack on her head, and needed a moment to recover.

Her face had been made up beautifully prior to the match, insuring that she looked her best. But by now it was red and sweaty, her make up rubbed off onto Stacey's thighs. Her short, black hair had also been nicely coifed, but now it was messy and disheveled, strewn wildly about her head. As Fire knelt upright, her body, most of it very visible, heaved from beneath her spider web bikini. The black, leather outfit consisted of very little leather, and left little to the imagination.

But despite her risqué attire, Fire was still not considered a beauty by the fans. Her body, while certainly not unattractive, was unspectacular, devoid of any outstanding features. Her face, no longer cosmetically enhanced, was ordinary and amorphous. And despite Fire's best efforts to enhance her appearance in the ring, it had little affect on the fans. So as she knelt upright, her body on display for all to see from beneath her seductive outfit, it did nothing to arouse the fans or increase her popularity.

Stacey on the other hand seemed to have figured out the secrets which Fire had not. Her tight, white outfit was cut conservatively, but with just enough flair to stimulate the crowd. Her body, while devoid of the large bosom or washboard stomach which typically excited the fans, nonetheless had a willowy seductiveness to it. Her height and long legs also added to her appearance, a feature which Fire could not claim. But Stacey's face, while pleasant, wasn't much more spectacular than Fire's. But perhaps the difference was that while a scorn or sneer was usually stretched across Fire's, Stacey's was a bit more friendly.

The long legged Stacey had rolled onto her side, and then pushed herself up onto her knees. Her thigh was still in agonizing pain, but she knew she needed to try her best to ignore it. Fire was still feeling a bit disoriented, but she was not badly hurt. The two warriors, each kneeling upright, were facing each other at a distance of a few feet. The crowd cheered as the two exchanged angry stares before proceeding.

Stacey's expression quickly turned to one of rage as she hastily got to her feet and charged the still kneeling Fire. She reached forward and grabbed hold of Fire's short, black hair with one hand, but the still kneeling brunette immediately unleashed a straight jab into Stacey's gut, backing her up a step.

Stacey tried to shake off the effective punch and again raced forward, but once again was greeted with a sharp punch to her gut. This time she abruptly bent forward, wrapping her arms around her stomach as she moaned softly. Fire, still kneeling, reached forward and grabbed hold of the hair on both sides of Stacey's head with each hand. She pulled the bowed wrestler closer to her, but Stacey planted her feet, and then punted her foot forward, drilling the tip of her white, wrestling boot into the soft pit of Fire's tummy.

Fire groveled and instantly released her grip of Stacey's head, cowering forward into a ball. The slender Stacey pushed herself upright, her own tummy still aching form the two jabs Fire had landed . She walked forward a step and then stomped her foot down onto the curved spine of the recoiled brunette. Fire's body unwound and she landed flat on her stomach from the force of the stomp, Stacey standing ominously over her.

Fire was hurting, and she was in trouble. Stacey reached down, grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her up off of the canvas and onto her feet. It was obvious by the despair in her bloodshot eyes that Fire was suffering, and Stacey delighted in that. In fact, her only thought was to how to increase that suffering. And so she pulled on Fire, dragging her around by the arm and forcing her to run in a circle around Stacey's body. She then released her grip on Fire's arm, sending her charging toward the corner.

The wounded Fire could not prevent the painful impact of her body with the turnbuckles as her arms sailed over the top ropes while her scantily clad body hung off of them. The crowd was ecstatic and the somewhat aloof Stacey now grew more comfortable, accepting the cheers.

Not only did she accept the cheers, but she seemed to delight in them. She stopped, smiled, and then waved her arms over her head in response. It seemed that she was not only proud of herself, but also celebrating Fire's grief as well. Her hated rival was in trouble, and Stacey planned to finish her off.

So she stormed over to he corner where Fire dangled and prepared to deliver the next phase of her attack. But as she approached, Fire abruptly lifted her leg and delivered a relatively forceful kick into Stacey's abdomen. Though it did not hurt Stacey, it was enough to back her up a step or two.

But she took a quick breath and again moved in, quickly snatching a handful of Fire's hair. But the feisty brunette was not giving up that easily, and instead reached up and clasped her fingers around Stacey's right breast, locking a painful claw grip onto it.

The move caught Stacey completely by surprise, and she instantly let go of Fire's hair. The brunette dug her fingers angrily into Stacey's modest breast, gouging it with all of her might. Stacey began to scream, trying desperately to pry Fire's hand away, but to no avail. The crowd was amazed at Fire's wickedness, and Stacey's screams of desperation became alarming.

But Fire had no intention of letting go. Stacey began to lash her head from side to side, slap her hands against Fire's back and in general, thrash every part of her body. The crowd began to boo loudly in protest as Stacey dropped to her knees, almost begging Fire to let go of her. Finally, Fire released her grip as Stacey instantly curled her body into a ball, shivering from the pain.

Fire wasted no time however, and grabbed Stacey by the hair, plucking her off of the mat, and whipping her into the corner. She had turned the tables, was not out of the woods. Fire was still suffering, and needed a few moments to regroup, which she took. Stacey was still tormented though, and did not attempt to attack.

So after Fire regained her senses, she slowly moved toward the corner to work Stacey over. The slender beauty was still bent slightly forward, cupping her injured breast with both hands. But as Fire approached, she stood up and prepared for the attack. Fire however moved quickly, and before Stacey could block it, she thrust her hand forward and wrapped her fingers around Stacey's throat.

The crowd again booed Fire's dirty tactics, but then there seemed to be a undertone of murmuring from the fans, as if their attention was distracted from the ring. Fire ignored it at first, continuing to choke Stacey as hard as she could.

Stacey's pretty face was now beet red, her tongue flapping out of her mouth as she tried to breathe. The crowd now began to yell and catcall, whistles and lewd comments becoming more obvious. Fire finally turned to see what the commotion was all about, and noticed none other than Helen approaching the side of the ring.

Fire was delighted that her lover had come down to see her in action, especially considering the fact that her own championship fight was the match right after the tournament. But with Fire momentarily distracted, Stacey was able to take advantage. Fire's head was turned, leaving herself unprotected, and so Stacey wound up and delivered the most powerful punch to her opponent's gut that she could muster.

While it was by no means her best blow, it was enough to knock the wind out of the unsuspecting Fire and force her to release the choke. Stacey knew time was running out, and so she had to move quickly to resume control of the match. She grabbed a handful of the bowed Fire's hair, and pulled her upright. She then wound up and delivered a forceful uppercut, square into the pit of Fire's spongy belly.

Fire screamed, "OOOOOOOHHH!" as she fell forward, the punch obviously doing some damage. Stacey had learned that Fire's weakest point was her stomach, and planned to take advantage of that. So again she pulled the ailing wrestler up by the hair, and again delivered a powerful uppercut into her gut.

The crowd erupted in cheers as Helen looked in, straightfaced. This time, Fire could no longer hold herself up, and tumbled onto her side, her arms embedded in her midsection for protection. Stacey rushed right over to her however, and reaching down, grabbed hold of Fire's right wrist, pulling it up in the air.

Since Fire was laying on her left side, the fact that Stacey had hauled her right arm up into the air, left the entire side of her body exposed. Not one to miss an opportunity, Stacey proceeded to stomp her foot down into the right side of Fire's ribcage, once....twice....three times.

Fire's body jiggled on the mat with each stomp as she was finally able to pull her arm out of Stacey's grasp and roll over onto her stomach. Fire writhed on the mat as Stacey again reached down to grab hold of her battered opponent. This time she grabbed hold of Fire's black tresses, pulling her first onto her knees, and then onto her feet.

She turned so that the two now stood face to face. Stacey's eyes red with determination, while Fire's were red with pain. Stacey then placed her hand beneath Fire's chin, pulling her face up so that they were eye to eye.

"I finally got to pay you back for what you did to me!" Stacey whispered into Fire's face with glee.

But Fire's vacant eyes suddenly had the steely glare of a determined woman, and without warning, she swooped her right arm upward from her side, digging her digits into Stacey's crotch.

All of the color seemed to instantly drain from Stacey's face as her mouth opened in a circular shape. But before a sound came out of Stacey's mouth, Fire took her left hand and clasped it tightly around Stacey's right breast once again. The look on Stacey's face was the same she might have had if she had just been shot. It was a look of terror, anguish...torture.

The crowd seemed almost to gasp in unison as they witnessed the mauling of Stacey's private parts, right there in the ring. This was no catfight, not a fetish video, but rather a professional, televised wrestling bout. But standing in the center of the ring, there was Fire, the dirty little fingers of one hand clenched tightly into the soft, petite breast of Stacey, while the wiry, wretched fingers of her other hand were digging excruciatingly into Stacey's groin.

Fire clenched her teeth, and seemed almost to be trying to lift Stacey up with this grip, but she was not strong enough to do it. The crowd screamed in protest, but Fire did not let go. Helen, in the meantime had a smile on her face which stretched from ear to ear. She was amused at her lover's tactics, and was thoroughly enjoying the show.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Fire relinquished her grip on Stacey's privities. The statuesque Stacey however was finished. Fire thrust her hand forward, ramming it into the center of Stacey's breast plate, knocking her onto her back. She then lowered her body down until she laid across Stacey's shoulders, no resistance offered at all by the agonized beauty.

The count went quickly, and when it was completed, loud catcalls could be heard from the fans as Fire smiled quietly. Helen looked on for another moment or two, but then turned and walked back to the locker room, giggling all the way.

A few attendants jumped into the ring and pulled Fire up off of Stacey, escorting her to the side of the ring. She was helped out and to the side where the winners of the three earlier matches looked over at her in amazement. She passed Kim first, who had a look of fear on her face. She then passed Sunshine, who glared back at her, but said nothing. Finally Fire passed The Outlaw, and the outspoken rookie did not let her pass unscathed.

"You ever try that shit on me, and I'll kill you!" she warned as Fire walked by her and sat down.

Her body was marked with bruises, she was incredibly sore and her body was slick with her own perspiration, but she had won the right to move on in the Queen of the Hill tournament.

So with the four contestants for the second round determined, it was time to keep things moving along. Fire buried her face in her hands, breathing deeply to try and ease some the pain she was feeling.

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