The POWA's Queen of the Hill Tournament Championship Match
FIRE VS. THE OUTLAW
Fire climbed out of the ring and gingerly made her way over to her seat, passing her soon to be opponent, The Outlaw, in the process. She walked slowly, a hint of a limp becoming more apparent with each step she took. Her thin body was marred with red marks and bruises, battle scars from her first two matches. She was so saturated that she looked a Spice Girl after one of their shows, drenched to the bone with her own perspiration. And to top it all off, she was completely and thoroughly exhausted. None of this was lost on The Outlaw, who shook her head sarcastically as Fire passed in front of her.
"OOH BABY! It looks like you're gonna be even easier to beat than I thought!"
Fire turned and sneered at The Outlaw as she walked by, but said nothing. She dropped down into her chair and grabbed a towel from one of the attendants, burying her head in it. She then grabbed a water bottle and began to squirt the cold water on her face, neck and chest, in an attempt to revive herself.
Her first 2 matches had both been tough and grueling. And even though Fire had advanced to the championship round of the Queen of the Hill tournament, she was not in a celebratory mood. Despite her two victories, she was now faced with the reality of having to take on the imposing young rookie. That would be a difficult task if she were in peak condition, but in the state she was in, it would even more challenging.
The cameras had been turned off about a minute ago, with commercials running for the television audience. There was then to be a ten-minute video presentation of the POWA, another set of commercials, and then the resumption of the show. So all told, Fire would have about 15 minutes to get herself together before her match against The Outlaw. She began to blot dry her body, limb by limb, remaining in her seat the entire time. She gulped down more water before again spraying it all over her body, trying to cool off so she could rest.
She then buried her head once again in a towel, but heard the crowd begin to murmur and then cheer. Fire looked up, only to see Helen walking down the aisle and headed her way. Fire smiled, and even though she did not get up, she nevertheless felt exhilarated by Helen's appearance.
The champion waved to the crowd as she continued to walk toward Fire, wearing a long white robe which concealed her wrestling attire. Even though she was preparing for her match against Marisol, which would take place immediately after this one, she still came out to check on her lover. Helen crouched down directly in front of Fire as the crowd screamed and carried on, mixed cheers and sneers emanating from the throng.
"WOW! You look like shit!"
Helen smiled, trying to lighten the spirit of her depleted honey. Fire smiled back with a sheepish, shy smile. Though she was typically anything but demure, Helen had a way of bringing out the sweetness in the typically surly brunette, turning her into a little girl.
"You're doing great. Championship round! How do you feel?"
Fire paused for a second, and then replied in a whisper, "Tired."
Helen placed her hand on Fire's shoulder and massaged it softly, just as another burst of noise came from the crowd. Fire looked up, only to see The Outlaw towering over both she and Helen, standing ominously close to the crouched champ.
"What the hell you doin' here Helen? If you ain't gonna get in the ring and fight me, then get the hell outta here."
The expression on Helen's face slowly turned from a smile to a menacing sneer as she placed her hands on Fire's knees and pushed herself upright and then turned to face the rookie. Though several inches shorther, Helen stared her right in the eye, neither one of them backing down one bit. Before anything could happen however, several security guards ran over and came between the two women, separating them.
Fire stood up and watched as Helen was escorted away, but not before turning and winking at Fire while mouthing the words, "Good luck".
The Outlaw was hyped now however, and began to scream and taunt Helen as she was led away.
"You watch and see what I do to your girl! Cause then.....I'm comin' to get you! You're next!!!"
Fire stared over at The Outlaw, but then quickly dropped back down into her seat. She wasn't going to let the rookie get a psychological edge on her, nor was she about to waste any of the precious little time or energy she had left.
Just as things began to calm down however, the announcer climbed back into the ring, the red light on one of the cameras ignited, and the crowd began to roar in anticipation.
"Welcome back everyone! Hope you've enjoyed the action so far!"
As if on cue, the crowd erupted, leaping to their feet and cheering wildly.
"That's great. Well now it's time to see who will be.........THE POWA QUEEN OF THE HILL!!!"
"Our first finalist.... the dazzling rookie.... standing 6 feet tall, and weighing 147 pounds.... the awesome....the vicious.......THE OUTLAW!!!
The statuesque rookie glided towards the steps leading into the ring and gracefully walked up, displaying a poise which she had not shown to this point. The crowd on the other hand, displayed anything but poise with their exuberant cheers for the vicious gladiator. She stepped between the ropes and solemnly walked around the ring, blowing kisses to the cheering fans.
"And our other finalist......the gritty veteran.....standing 5 feet, 5 inches tall and weighing 111 pounds....the ruthless.....Fire!!!
Fire wiped her face one last time, pushing herself up off of her chair. She took a deep breath, and then whispered to herself, "This is it!". She was determined to take her best shot, so she gingerly began walking toward the stairs and then climbed into the ring. The ovation she received was decidedly less friendly than the one The Outlaw had been greeted with, all but her small group of staunch supporters booing and hissing at her entrance.
Undaunted however, Fire moved slowly and made her way directly toward her corner, stopping once she got there to turn and face the small smattering of cheers. Facing her loyal group of fans, she then placed her hands behind her head, jiggled her hips briefly before dipping her right hip to the side and freezing in a sexy pose. Though it did little to arouse the larger audience, her small faction cheered boisterously.
Fire smiled crookedly as she settled back into the corner, her arms draped across the top ropes as the announcer scurried out of the ring. She had convinced herself that she was ready, and so she no longer felt fatigued, instead focusing her attention on her strategy. Just then the bell rang to mark the beginning of the final match of the tournament.
Fire took a deep breath, shaking her head quickly to clear the cobwebs and pulling her arms against the ropes to limber them. She then pushed herself out of the corner, ready for battle. Everyone expected the 19-year-old rookie to attack quickly, trying to take advantage of her 35-year-old opponent's exhaustion, but The Outlaw moved slowly and deliberately, almost as if she were sizing Fire up.
The two warriors each moved in unison, standing about 10 feet away from each other as they circled the ring. Fire concentrated intensely, studying every movement her larger foe made, trying to anticipate her first offensive. Fire knew she would have to outsmart The Outlaw if she were to have any chance at all, and so she had to be prepared for anything.
The young rookie began to gradually close the distance between the two, forcing Fire to do the same, or be trapped against the ropes. The veteran again took a quick breath, knowing that the war was just about to begin. She was cautious, but continued to move forward. Now within a couple of feet of each other, The Outlaw quickly lunged forward, reaching with both arms as Fire defended herself by locking arms with the youngster.
Fire at first tried to shift her weight to flip The Outlaw across her shoulders, but the rookie stood fast, not allowing Fire to complete the attempt. Standing face to face, Fire then attempted to twist the rookie's arm into an armbar, but the youngster easily resisted. She then tried sneak her leg behind The Outlaw's, attempting to position herself to force the rookie to lose her balance, but The Outlaw easily sidestepped the attempt.
Fire grew frustrated, but kept her focus. The rookie seemed to be one step ahead of her each time, thwarting each of her attempted attacks and displaying a level technical skill which Fire had not expected. They continued to dance around the ring, arms intertwined, The Outlaw arrogantly satisfied to let Fire try her entire arsenal of moves.
But Fire wasn't about to give up so easily, and pushed The Outlaw backward, unlocking their arms in the process. Fire then quickly turned to the side, lifted her right leg, bending her knee in toward her body and then kicked her foot at the rookie, trying to connect with a side karate kick. Her weariness however, combined with the youngster's athleticism, voided the attempt. Instead The Outlaw intercepted Fire's foot, clutching it tightly and holding her leg in the air. Fire tried to shake her leg free, but The Outlaw merely grabbed hold of her foot with both hands, securing her grip.
The rookie then began to walk forward, forcing Fire to bounce on her left leg in order to keep up. The crowd chuckled at the sight, but the jocularity quickly ended when The Outlaw suddenly thrust her own foot forward, ramming the sole of her boot into the soft, fleshy skin on the inner thigh of Fire's left leg.
Her leg buckled at the knee and she groaned in pain from the forceful kick, but was able to keep it planted, and thereby remain upright. But The Outlaw did not relinquish her grip on Fire's foot, still holding her right leg erect and slowly forcing Fire to bounce in a circle around her. The rookie smiled mischievously as she quickened that pace, forcing the veteran to hop hastily in order to keep up. Finally however, Fire could no longer keep up the pace, and toppled over.
With Fire now on her side, her right leg still upended, The Outlaw wrapped her fingers around her shin and began to pull her in a circle by the leg. Fire's body lifted into the air as she revolved around her taller foe, being elevated until she was completely perpendicular to the canvas. Fire closed her eyes, but began to feel nauseous as The Outlaw gained momentum, forcing her to open them again. She watched as the crowd yelled and cheered her demise, until they became simply streaks of light whizzing by her, her body beginning to look like a carnival ride.
After several revolutions, The Outlaw let go, causing Fire's body to sail toward the side of the ring before crashing in a jumbled heap, just below the ropes. She rolled over a few times, but just began to regain her bearings when she saw the rookie storming toward her.
As The Outlaw approached her older victim, she couldn't help but notice a building buzz from the crowd. She looked out, only to see Marisol walking toward the ring and eventually taking a seat at ringside, directly below her. The Outlaw turned her attention away from Fire and followed Marisol with her eyes the entire way until she sat down. The rookie then took the opportunity to showboat.
"Want to see what the rookie got, eh?"
The Outlaw paused as Marisol stared back, but did not respond. The Outlaw then placed her hands on her hips in a defiant pose. She animatedly turned her head to all sides of the arena, making sure she had everyone's attention. She then looked back at Marisol.
"Well then, watch this!"
To her surprise, by this time Fire had crawled beneath the ropes and gotten to her feet, standing on the ring apron and facing in toward the rookie. As The Outlaw turned to face her, expecting her to still be on the mat, Fire reached forward, grabbing the rookie by the hair with both hands and pulling her head downward. The Outlaw was completely surprised and could not defend herself. She found her head dipping into the ropes, her throat forced against it as Fire pulled down on her head as hard as she could.
The rangy rookie's body was now bent forward, her head on one side of the ropes, the rest of her body on the other, her throat in between, being choked by the top rope. Fire dropped to her knees, pulling down on The Outlaw's black hair as hard as she could. The crowd screamed angry catcalls up at Fire, but she was relentless, trying to degrade The Outlaw's stamina as much as she could.
After what seemed like an eternity, Fire eased up on The Outlaw's hair momentarily, but then jumped out of the ring, causing the rookie's body to dip dangerously low, choking her severely. Fire then released the rookie's hair, launching the svelte youngster back into the ring and sending her tumbling onto her back. Marisol chuckled as the rookie rolled onto her side and grasped her throat with both hands, gagging for air as she kicked her legs in a frenzy.
Fire meanwhile slowly climbed back up and into the ring and began to limp over toward the fallen youngster. Her leg was aching, so she was happy to have a moment to recover. But knowing that she needed to keep the rookie at bay, she reached down and snatched a handful of The Outlaw's hair, intending to yank her back onto her feet. But the surprising rookie reached back up, clutching onto Fire's arms and forcefully dragging them forward, flipping the petite brunette into the air, across her body, and onto her back. Fire's body slid for a foot or two before screeching to a halt, the veteran stunned at the strength of the youngster.
The two were now both on their backs, each struggling to get up. Fire pushed herself onto her side and looked across the ring, only to see her younger foe already on her feet and headed her way. She tried to defend herself however she could, but the powerful rookie merely plucked her off of the canvas by the arm. With an angry scowl on her face, The Outlaw began to mumble angrily as she pulled the brunette up by the arm.
"Try to embarrass me, you little bitch. Well you're gonna pay for that!"
As Fire rose to her feet, the rookie took her right hand and crammed it directly between Fire's legs, digging her fingers into Fire's crotch and then squeezing them together. Fire felt like an inferno had been ignited between her legs and screamed in pain. But before she knew what happened, The Outlaw had scooped her up off the canvas, gripping her by the throat with her other hand. She then inverted Fire's body in midair, lifting her up near her shoulders and walking her over toward the corner.
The crowd erupted into cheers, but Fire was in agony. It was bad enough that The Outlaw was crushing her throat with one hand, but the incredible pain from her crotch, where the rookie was mangling her privates, was too much to bear. But once within a few feet of the corner, she tossed Fire's body forward like a pile of trash, slamming her back into the turnbuckles.
The entire ring seemed to tremble from the violent impact, the veteran's legs sailing over the top rope as her shoulders mashed against the middle turnbuckle before settling down against the mat. Her legs were bent in half, the top rope behind each of her knees, holding her in her upended position, her arms laying helplessly out in front of her, dormant against the canvas.
Fire was momentarily stunned, and even though she was in pain, she knew that she was in bigger trouble now. She tried to brace herself for what was sure to be a furious attack, tightening up, closing her eyes and waiting. And waiting.....and waiting. But nothing happened. Finally she opened her eyes, only to see The Outlaw standing by the ropes, directly in front of Marisol, taunting the seasoned gladiator.
Marisol listened to everything the erratic rookie yelled, and then smiled and nodded back to her. This only made the youngster even more furious.
"Let me show you what I'm gonna do to you old lady!"
And with that, she stormed back over to the dangling Fire, planting her feet on the mat directly in front of Fire's flattened shoulders. She then lifted her right foot and rammed it down into Fire's exposed midsection, causing the suspended body of the slender wrestler to flail wildly into the air. But as soon as Fire's shoulders hit the mat, The Outlaw landed another furious boot, this time into her left breast. Fire's arms flapped into the air as she mumbled wearily before The Outlaw again hammered her boot into her battered frame.
The Outlaw repeated this over and over, each vicious stomp connecting on a different part of Fire's torso. Her stomach, her breasts, her ribs, her hips, her crotch..... nowhere in the middle of her body was safe. She fluttered like a flag on a windy day as she received a never-ending barrage of blows from the athletic beauty. The crowd cheered each one too, well at least most of the crowd. Fire's supporters screamed in protest, only to be drowned out by the bloodthirsty cheers of The Outlaw's fans.
After the first few blows, Fire grew numb. Even though each boot sent her flying, the pain became almost irrelevant. Her thoughts became jumbled and she was near unconsciousness, her flimsy body flailing helplessly. Finally the youngster relinquished her attack and left her hanging like a corpse. Fire's entire trunk was bright red, blistered from the thunderous barrage of kicks. Her skin looked like a ripe tomato, glowing from the glimmer of the lights against her red, swollen, sweat soaked skin.
The Outlaw looked down at Fire with little remorse, even though her bruised adversary was moaning softly and in shambles. But the rookie had seen what Fire had done to her last two opponents, how she had fought back in any way she could, eventually winning both wars. And The Outlaw was determined not to let that happen to her. And so, despite how feeble the veteran looked, she was not about to let her off easily. She reached forward, grabbing Fire's knees and pulling her legs off of the ropes before dumping her body back into the ring.
The bewildered brunette lay face down, her body heaving as she breathed deeply. The crowd was still cheering, though with the lull in the action, much less fervently than before. That gave Fire's minions the opportunity to voice their criticism of the match so far, jeering The Outlaw as loudly as they could. The resplendent rookie glanced over in the direction of the ruckus, but it seemed only to encourage her to continue her assault.
She reached down and grabbed Fire, yanking her up forcefully by her short, black tresses. Fire winced, her face contorted with pain as she rose to her feet alongside the tall African American. But as soon as Fire stood upright, The Outlaw cupped her arms beneath her, one across her back and the other behind her knees, cradling the veteran in her arms. The rookie then walked around the ring, carrying her like an armful of groceries, but as she reached the point where she was in front of Fire's fans, she stopped, turned and faced the slandering bunch.
Again the roar of the majority drowned out the small group, causing The Outlaw to smile wickedly. She then began to lift her arms, elevating Fire's body in the process. She lifted her until Fire's suspended body was even with her own shoulders, making her victim look like a sacrifice. In anticipation of the next move however, the cheers began to grow in volume. The Outlaw's arms began to tremble from the exertion needed to hold her victim out in front of her as such, so then, with deadly speed, she dropped to one knee, pulling her arms from beneath Fire's back. Fire's outstretched body dropped like a rock, her sweaty back smacking against The Outlaw's outstretched knee with a horrible CRACK!
"UUUUUNNNNNHHHHH!"
moaned the debilitated brunette as her body wilted over both sides of the youngster's leg, falling limply toward the mat as the crowd hushed for a moment, only to quickly roar with applause once again at the completion of the Backbreaker. The Outlaw kept her knee wedged beneath Fire's lower back, which bent her in half as she stared down into the face of the battered wrestler. Fire felt a hot pain race up her spine followed by a tingling sensation, which scared her. But before she could dwell on her fears, the rookie raised her arms up over her head, interlocked her fingers together and then launched them downward, driving her combined fists into Fire's laid open midsection.
"GGAAAAAWWWHHH!
shouted Fire as her head instinctively lifted off of The Outlaw's leg, her face contorted with pain. She then settled back down, her body hanging like a wet noodle off of the long leg of her attacker. Fire's arm hung lamely over her head, her legs spread and loose below her. The Outlaw continued her assault on the debilitated brunette by then wedging the base of her hand beneath Fire's chin, and began to drive her hand downward, forcing Fire's head downward in the process. She then wrapped the long fingers of the same hand over Fire's face, so that not only was she bending her head painfully backward, but she was also placing her face in a viselike Claw hold.
With Fire's back arched over her assailant's knee, her head being jammed, her face clutched tightly between the rookie's fingers, she was in serious trouble. In addition to all of her other aches in pains, this was perhaps the most serious. Her neck felt as if it were close to being bent in a direction for which it would not go, and her nose was being squished beneath The Outlaw's palm, restricting her breathing. She tired to scream, but it was muffled by the youngster's hands. Fire then began to ferociously kick her legs, trying desperately to free herself.
Fire's legs spread apart, her panic obvious from her animated kicking. Her skimpy, spider Web bikini was now barely covering her private parts, as her legs were spread wide while kicking feverishly. Even her top was having trouble keeping her petite breasts covered. The kicking only prompted The Outlaw to react in such a way as to eliminate it. And so very calmly, she lifted her free arm, bent it at the elbow, and then thrust the point of it downward directly between Fire's bellybutton and the waistband of her bikini.
The crowd gasped at the brutality of the blow, which made Fire's body immediately quiver as if in shock. Her kicking then stopped and she settled back down against her attacker's outstretched leg, only to have the rookie yank her leg out from under her, unceremoniously dropping her to the canvas.
Fire landed flat on her back, trying to arch it to relieve her suffering. She then tried to roll onto her side, but before she could, The Outlaw mashed her knee down into the soft pit of Fire's belly, pinning her flat on her back. The long-legged rookie pressed all of her weight down, mashing Fire's intestines while keeping her held in place, the tortured veteran unable to do anything but gurgle for mercy.
The crowd was amazed at the savagery of the beating being handed out to the petite brunette, but they had also witnessed Fire dish out similar to her previous opponents, so they felt little sympathy. In fact, the cheers grew to perhaps the loudest levels of the evening as the rookie drove her knee down into Fire's cavity.
Finally The Outlaw pushed herself up, leaving Fire to wallow on the canvas, rolling onto her side and curling into a ball for protection. As she stood up, ready to proclaim her dominance, she noticed an image walking down one of the aisles. Once it became apparent that the image belonged to the champion, she drew a loud reaction from the crowd, stopping The Outlaw in her tracks to stare back at Helen.
Helen proceeded about three-quarters of the way down the aisle before stopping to stare at the side of the ring where Marisol sat. The two exchanged intense glares, but neither reacted much beyond that. Helen then stared up into the ring, seeing Fire lying near the ropes, completely shattered. She then looked up at the rookie with a serious expression on her face, but did nothing.
Helen's presence seemed to incite the youngster however, and she immediately turned, grabbed a handful of Fire's hair and hauled the devastated wrestler onto her feet. Fire was just about dead weight, but the rookie forced her onto her feet, Fire wobbly as she struggled to gain her balance. The Outlaw then slapped one hand between Fire's legs, the other between her breasts, and with a loud grunt, pressed the scantily clad wrestler up and over her head.
The crowd erupted, leaping to their feet at the show of strength and defiance from the rookie. Helen stood her ground, showing no emotion as she watched the spectacle. The Outlaw pressed Fire upward until her arms were fully extended over her head, holding the drooping Fire. Her limbs gradually began to tremble from the strain, but she was an impressive piece of sculpture, her glimmering body a masterpiece of strength and fitness.
She then walked over toward the corner, and with a loud grunt, dropped Fire's back down onto of the corner ropes like a slab of beef, leaving her arms dangling off of one side, her legs dangling off of the other. She then climbed up onto the bottom ropes, standing ominously over her prey, staring at Helen the entire time. The crowd again roared as the two stared each other down. But then, showing no emotion, Helen turned and walked back to the locker room, choosing to see no more.
As Helen reached the door at the end of the aisle however, she heard the rookie let out a loud grunt. She froze, but did not turn around. The Outlaw leaped into the air, lifting her arms over her head as she descended, and then driving her combined fist into Fire's belly. The battered Fire groaned loudly as she rolled forward off of the ropes at and landed with a THUD at The Outlaw's feet.
But the champion did not turn to watch, she didn't need to. She heard the reaction, heard the landing, and then the roar of the crowd, which told her everything she did not see. So instead of watching, instead she pushed the door open and walked back into the locker room, unable to help her lover.
Fire collapsed into a cowering ball at the rookie's feet, sniveling softly. The Outlaw smirked, satisfied in the results of her display. She then decided to finish her opponent off the same way she had done with Maggie and with Kim. So she reached down and grabbed the wrist of the feeble Fire, hauling her onto her feet. She dragged her by the hair to near the ropes, and then left her wavering as she began her ascent.
Fire's body pitched from side to side, a strong wind surely able to knock her over. She was completely out of it, not even able to focus her vision at this point. As The Outlaw reached the top of the ropes, her fans greeted her with a standing ovation. She then blew a kiss to them in appreciation before jumping forward, spreading her legs apart as she approached her target.
Fire, completely oblivious, was met with the hard impact of the athletic youngster's crotch smacking into her face. She toppled backward as the rookie landed on her chest, mercilessly pinning the battered veteran. The Outlaw then slid back, pressing the back of her thighs over each of Fire's shoulders, which was merely a formality at this point.
The cheers were deafening as the count began and ended quickly, the bell ringing and several POWA personnel and security guards clamoring into the ring. A couple headed directly for Fire, several others took positions on each side of the ring, and a few more made their way directly toward The Outlaw. The announcer was the last to reach the winner, but immediately grabbed her wrist and lifted her arm up over his head.
"Ladies and gentlemen....May I present..... THE QUEEN OF THE HILL..... THE OUTLAW!!!
The crowd leaped to their feet and cheered the coronation of the rookie. She had beaten the field, and her dominance was now proudly proclaimed. She smiled while being walked to all four sides of the ring, fans shouting their admiration on each side. And even though she had been through three long, strenuous matches, she still looked great!
Conversely, it took several minutes to revive Fire to the point where she count even sit upright on her own, and a few more minutes to get her to her feet. She had been beaten soundly, though she still didn't know what hit her. But her face and body showed the scars of the beating she had suffered at the hands of the new force in the POWA. Fire also did not realize that Helen had watched the last few minutes of the action, which was probably best that she did not know anyway.
Across the ring, Marisol got up quietly and walked back to the locker room, virtually unnoticed. It was time to get ready to face Helen in the championship match, but she had to admit that she was impressed with the showing of the youngster. As she walked down the aisle, one of the fans asked her what she thought of the rookie. Marisol did not stop to chat, but offered her opinion as she walked away.
"Time will tell.....time will tell"
