Experience Vs Youth

Nancy had just turned 35. Unmarried, and bored with her job, Nancy began to think back to the sport she so desperately missed, a sport she absolutely loved. Nancy had secretly become an apartment house wrestler at the tender age of 16. The older woman on the scene took it easy on the young Nancy. Nancy barely ever won at that age, but she soaked in all she could, learning from the masters. By the age of 18, Nancy was winning more than losing. Athletic, quick, and strong, Nancy was a dangerous wrestler. Many began to prod Nancy to take a title shot, but Faith, the 28 year old blonde Nancy absolutely worshipped, and so badly wanted to emulate, held the title. Nancy refused to even attempt to take the title from the woman who had helped her so much. A few years later, Faith still held the title. Nancy, now desperately wanted to sink her teeth into the championship. At the age of 20, Nancy was now tops in the league. Even Faith realized she held the title only by the kindness and mercy of her young friend. Finally, realizing she was holding up her friends career, Faith announced her retirement, leaving the door wide open for Nancy. Nancy quickly and easily won the title. For the next 12 years, Nancy dominated the competition. Nancy had become quite proficient at the art of strangulation, realizing that the best way to take command of a match, and a foe, was to cut off her oxygen. In her many years in the sport, Nancy had also learned to thoroughly enjoy destroying her foe’s. Now 32, Nancy had no plans on hanging up her gloves any time soon. She realized she was at an age when most wrestlers were already retired, but their wasn’t anyone who put fear into Nancy. Thats when she received a job offer she could not refuse. Nancy considered rejecting the job offer, but she realized that at best, maybe she had another 2 to 3 years in the sport. Her body was tired, and beaten, she still had plenty of bloodlust and desire, but she felt it was time for a change. Nancy, unable to resist the offer, announced her retirement from the sport. In 17 years of combat, Nancy had posted a record of 496 wins and 42 losses, most of the losses, (30) had come during her 1st two seasons in the sport. Nancy quietly left town, and began her new career.

A year down the road , Nancy found herself thinking alot about her days in the brutal sport, she longed for it again, and when she thought too long about it, she felt a swelling between her legs. Finally, a few days after her 35th birthday, Nancy took a leave of absence, and traveled back home. She would attempt to regain her coveted title, now in the clutches of Danielle, a wicked 24 year old blond, who thrived on the total and complete destruction of her foe’s. Nancy activated herself, effectively removing her name from the retired list, and scheduled a few matches against some weak competition. Nancy needed to be sure her 35 year old body could still perform, and take the punishment. Nancy easily beat her foe’s, she was now filled with confidence, the title would surely be hers again. Nancy was so confident, she officially resigned from her job, and rented an apartment. Nancy also made plans for a long-term stay in the sport, she had at 1st thought maybe a year would be enough, but her easy wins had excited her. The feeling of weaker woman, writhing and begging in her grasp, had poured gas on her fire. Nancy was now sure she would spend the next 5 to 10 years in the sport. Danielle who had heard much about Nancy’s legendary career outwardly seemed eager to meet Nancy. Inwardly Danielle worried about fighting Nancy. Danielle knew Nancy was nearing the end of her career, but Nancy was a cagey vet. Danielle took the threat to her title very seriously. She would take no chances with Nancy, and she would show the legend no mercy. Danielle especially deplored women who begged for mercy, and she usually treated them even more harshly.

Danielle needed to send a message to Nancy, and the rest of the league by totally destroying her. If the two were to meet for the title, Danielle wanted it to be soon. She didn’t want Nancy to get back into shape, and to gain too much confidence. A title match was set up between Nancy and Danielle. Danielle insisted the match be a no rules match, held in a locked cage, without chance of outside interference. Danielle weaved a wicked plan to make this match Nancy’s last. She would use the cage match, to absolutey destroy Nancy, without mercy, she would push herself beyond the limit to end Nancy’s career. Danielle even decided that if Nancy died because she pushed it to far, that it would be fine with her, because it was all part of the sport, and Nancy knew the risks of crawling into the cage. Danielle even thought that Nancy’s death might in some sick way bring her even more fame and fortune, securing herself a piece of history in the process. Danielle made threats all week before the match. Neither woman had laid eyes on the other yet, but both traded insults. Danielle called Nancy my elderly foe, and Nancy called Danielle the wanna be. One thing the two women agreed on, was that it was going to be a brutal, bloody match.

Finally it was time. Danielle and Nancy each dressed in their lockerooms. Danielle wore her black leather pants, and a leather coat, with her leather gloves and knee high vinyl boots. Nancy wore black satin pajama’s, and black leather gloves. Each woman made her way to the cage. Both women had gone over their gameplans carefully, not overlooking a single thing. Finally the two women could look into eachothers eyes. Danielle was agast, wow she thought, Nancy sure doesn’t look 35, she absolutely beautiful. Nancy’s long brown curly hair hung halfway down her back, and her brown eyes cut right into Danielle. Nancy’s muscular 135 pound body moved gracefully, her ass was almost perfect, she exuded class. Nancy strode to the cage like royalty, after all, she was the queen of apartment wrestling. Nancy stared at the younger Danielle. Nancy was also impressed with Danielle’s perfect body. The tall blond weighed 130 pounds. Her light blue eyes were incredible. Nancy thought to herself, I’m no lezzy, but if I was, Danielle would be my choice. Danielle followed Nancy into the cage. A ref closed the steel door and locked it up behind them. Both women waited for the signal to begin, each fixated on the other. Danielle realized Nancy might give her more problems than she had thought she would, for 35, Nancy was in great shape. Nancy, who had also believed she would win easily, now knew she had a fight on her hands. Nancy knew what was at stake, if she lost, Danielle had promised to end her career. Nancy began to shake nervously, Danielle enjoyed watching Nancy tremble. Finally the signal to fight came. The match was on.

The ladies smashed together in the middle of the cage. The two women spared nothing, and wasted little time tearing into each other. Danielle had worn leather, to protect her vulnerable crotch, while Nancy had wore satin pj’s, hoping Danielle would pounce on her unprotected vagina. Nancy was a tactician, a technician when it came to suffocating her foe’s, who relied on her experience to carry her through. Danielle was a savage, who relied on her strength, quickness and bloodlust. This was truly a match between two of the best at their craft. Nancy, who had been the best for a decade, and Danielle, who hoped to be the best for along long time. Danielle was shocked at Nancy’s uncanny ability to wriggle out of holds, and by her ability to cause pain. This old bitch could fight, Danielle was impressed. Nancy was equally impressed with Danielle’s strength, the few times Danielle had wrapped her hands around her throat, she had felt her windpipe completely close. Nancy tried not to show the effects of Danielle’s deadly grip around her airway, if Danielle switched to a total assault on her windpipe, Nancy believed the match would end, and quickly. Danielle had also felt Nancy’s hands around her own throat, and she too had never felt her windpipe so harshly pressed closed. The women traded slaps, chokes, kicks to the crotch, and stomach shots for nearly 15 minutes, and still the match was up for grabs. Danielle loved the fact that for the first time in along time, her foe wasn’t begging her for mercy. Usually by now, both women would be in command of their match, and would happily be working over their poor defenseless foe, but neither was close to winning this match. Finally Danielle decided to exploit Nancy’s silk pajama’s, and go for her unprotected twat. Danielle cruelly jammed 2 fingers up Nancy’s clit, and rammed two fingers in as deep as she could possibly reach. Nancy cried out in pain, her arms to her sides, she now reeled from Danielle’s crotch assault. Nancy smiled through the pain. Her plan was working, Danielle would now be pre-occupied with Nancy snatch, leaving her time to hatch her own wicked plan. Nancy now went to work, pulling out the long satin belt to her pajama’s, hidden in her leather glove. Nancy wasted little time wrapping the silk noose around Danielle unprotected throat, and pulling for what she was worth. Danielle quickly realized she would be in trouble in a few minutes if she did not escape, or at least suffocate Nancy back. Her hands sprung to Nancy’s throat, forgetting her own throat. Quickly Nancy’s windpipe was securely closed. Both women’s eyes danced over each other. They knew the battle had come down to their fingers, victory was within their grasp. Who ever was more proficient at squeezing closed a windpipe, would win. Danielle now realized how Nancy had set her up, her assaults on Nancy’s crotch, had allowed Nancy to get a quick upper hand. She didn’t hate Nancy anymore, it was a great move, she was impressed with Nancy, but she would be more impressed if Nancy passed out. Nancy was surprised with Danielle’s quick reaction to the situation. A lesser wrestler would have stayed on the assault longer, not Danielle. Danielle was smart enough to realize oxygen was the elixir of a wrestler. Danielle’s quick reaction caught Nancy off guard, and now she struggled to hang on. Both women hoped they were close to victory, faces red, eyes bloodshot, tongues dancing on their lips, and faces distorted with the struggle at hand. The only noise in the room, was from the women’s leather gloves, tightening and probing each others windpipes, thumbs grinding deeper and deeper. Nancy seemed to be weakening 1st. Her eyes closed, her tongue hung out at the bottom of her lip. Danielle now felt the slight edge, as she sunk her thumbs deeper into Nancy’s windpipe again. Nancy began to panic for the 1st time in her career. She knew if she lost, Danielle might not let up her tight grip on her windpipe. She knew she could not let go of Danielle’s throat. Nancy tried to pull the silk noose tighter, but her hands were not responding. She looked into Danielle’s blue eyes, Danielle’s lips were almost the same shade now. She saw that Danielle’s eyes were bright with torture, and her her face although in agony, was covered with a wicked glow. A few more seconds passed, and somehow fighting for her life had made Nancy desperately hold on. Excitement again filled Danielle, who was barely holding on herself. Danielle noticed a slight trickle of blood running down Nancy’s chin. The bright red blood ran down Nancy’s neck, and onto Danielle’s gloves. She realized now that Nancy’s windpipe was taking a toll. Nancy could feel the blood begin to collect in the back of her throat, and she now knew she had a mere few seconds left of consciousness. As Nancy looked at her hands, to attempt one last tightening of the noose, her hands fell limp to her sides. The match was over now. Nancy slowly fell back onto the cage floor. Danielle, hands still wrapped tightly around Nancy’s throat, crawled on top on Nancy, gulping in air. Danielle also released her tight grip for a minute, allowing Nancy to breath. Air rushed in and out of scorched lungs, the two women had strangled each other for nearly 5 minutes, and each had survived on sheer will. Danielle fought the erg to choke Nancy more, Nancy had earned her respect. No woman had ever pushed Danielle this far, or caused her so much pain, or had come so close to beating her for the title. Danielle couldn’t help but feel mercy for Nancy now, especially since Nancy had asked for none during the match. The two women had shared something special, they had stared losing in the face, tried desperately to destroy each other and had both gave it all they had. Danielle whispered into Nancy’s ear, you are the best Nancy, and I can’t hurt you anymore, you have a long career left ahead of you, and the last thing I want to do is put an end to that. Nancy smiled, and said, Danielle, you are the champ, you deserve the title. Danielle and Nancy, two of the best at what they do, fought and attempted to destroy each other. This battle for survival, along with the effects of asphyxia, brought the two women very close together, infact both left the cage with soaked panties. Everyone who had witnessed the match quickly wanted more. Nancy and Danielle will be busy for quite sometime, a rematch is already in the works, with plans on a possible series of matches between the two warriors. It looks like Danielle and Nancy will make lots of money in the near future, both eagerly willing to put their necks on the line again, just for one more chance to walk away with the coveted title.

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