Heather James v Joan Nelson

The clash between the new fighters on Consort’s and Beaker’s books had draw a decent crowd and the first match had seen Penny Bridges knock Lynne Leyton out in a boxing encounter now it was the turn of the other two ladies to get to grips in a wrestling match before they reversed opponents for a second round and if required a tag match with all four females in the ring. Penny was quickly back at ringside to support her team mate although mates was too strong a word she was in competition with Joan Nelson for Consort’s affection and with the promoter seconding his team she wanted to be close to him while her rival was engaged. The same was true opposite with Lynne vying with Heather James for Beaker’s attention so much so they had fought each other twice before with honours currently even and so even after going down in the boxing the blonde was back at ringside in time for the grappling. A bruise on her cheek the only obvious blemish although under her loose fitting top her stomach would be bruising up after Penny’s punches from earlier.

Joan was first to the ring slipping through the ropes in a business like manner totally ignoring her partner and embracing Consort strongly before stepping back to remove the long black coat she was wearing. Her outfit like her approach was businesslike a black swimsuit clung to her body with fishnet tights and knee high black patent leather wrestling boots completed the ensemble. “Is that supposed to turn him on?” scoffed Penny from the apron as her team mate turned back to the corner, “Get lost Bridges I’m here to do a job and that is what will be appreciated,” said Joan pressing up against Consort again as she added, “He likes to see a decent performance from a real woman.” Before the promoter could reply Penny interrupted, “Yes and he’s just seen one the difference being I showed him what I was prepared to risk for him!” the implication of the topless boxing clear from her tone but before their little spat could go any further Joan’s opponent was called to the ring.

Heather appeared in a short white fur coat that ended with a tantalising glimpse of her tiger print bikini briefs, like her opponent she was wearing patent leather wrestling boots of black Ms James though had a calf high pair. The youngest and lightest fighter in the contest Heather was light on her feet at 5’3” and 100lbs in her late thirties she sprang into the ring discarding the coat to reveal her delightful 34B-24-32 inch figure in the tiger print bikini which consisted of thong briefs and a tie style top with two triangles of materials covering her clearly aroused nipples. Joan was fifteen years older at 52 with a decent weight advantage tipping the scales at 126 lbs giving her a curvy fulsome figure measuring 38E-24-36 inches. Again Rita Foskett was to referee the contest which was programmed to be a one fall all in match with a thirty minute time limit there was to be no biting, gouging or closed fist blows to the head said the referee before she sent the woman back to their corners for final instructions from their promoter. Heather smiled at Beaker her hands reaching for him as she said, “Don’t worry I’ll get us on the scoreboard after she failed, darling,” and she kissed him on the mouth prompting Ms Leyton to snarl, “Watch it big mouth or it will be me you’ll be fighting you cheeky cow!”
“It isn’t yet is it but later we can settle who the better woman is who gets the prize!” teased Heather while her right hand was still around the promoter’s neck her left went to the prize she wanted delightedly finding him rising to the call. “Deal bitch let’s beat these old farts then settle winner takes all,” snapped Lynne in her busy business style just as the bell rang out for the first session and Heather turned away to face her opponent as opposite a similar challenge had been made within Consort’s team as Joan caressed Consort and hissed at Penny, “He’s all mine bitch!” “No way mine and you know it,” came the reply followed by, “Do you want to try beating me to claim in?” “You bet your fat arse,” finished Joan just as the bell rang leaving lots of unfinished business for each team to sort out later. Rita circled the fighters as they advanced and locked up mid ring with Heather deftly stepping through Joan’s grab and hooking the woman into a side headlock then a neat hip toss that sent the black clad woman careering across the ring.

Joan turned to push up only to find Heather already there and waiting and the blonde snared her again in a side headlock and as before she hip tossed the older woman back to the mat. Joan sat up shaking her head as Penny sniped, “Get up fatso and fight the little slut!” but it was Heather who struck again rushing forward too drive a knee between Joan’s shoulders and then grabbing the woman’s wrist applying a wicked stretch her right boot mid ms nelson’s back while she heaved back on her arms. On the mat Ms Nelson gasped and then planting her feet she shoved up quickly an action that clearly surprised Ms James who tripped backwards losing her hand holds and stumbling she sat down on the mat. Joan twisted around coming to her knees in front of the blonde and powerfully slammed her forearm across Heather’s throat knocking her to her back. Dangerously for the blonde Joan was kneeling between her legs and Ms Nelson took advantage whipping her fist low to the tiger print briefs crushing the blonde’s love box as she landed the fist and twisting her knuckles for added effect she drew Ms James to a sitting position with a screech and wail as she got clobbered in the cunt.

“Now that’s better your all mine now bitch!” hissed Joan grabbing Heather’s hair and pulling her roughly upwards, as Ms Nelson reached her feet she drove her knee into the rising blonde’s belly thumping her hard in the navel. Heather gasped as her stomach imploded and she was folded forward and then gutted again as Joan viciously kneed her again just above the knickers line a blow that dropped her to her knees before the bigger woman threw her rival face first to the mat with some force slamming
her breast and face first to the canvas. Heather rolled over with a moan her hands rising to cup her suddenly throbbing tits just as Joan launched her follow up clearly intent on weakening the woman’s stomach she drove her boot down hard across the bare belly of the blonde again across the knickers line. Heather sat up gasping foe breath with her hands dropping to tend her reddened stomach with Joan moving to again haul her opponent up by the hair. “Come on James get into the fight you useless tart!” called Lynne making sure her hand brushed against Beaker as she moved closer to the ring. Joan scooped the younger woman off her feet with a hand between her legs lifting her quickly into a powerful scoop slam sending Heather crashing to the canvas on her back before repeating the vicious stomp and lift again into another scoop and slam that drove the blonde back to her back in mid ring.
Joan could probably of won the contest there and then if she had gone for the pin Ms James was clearly winded and wounded but Ms Nelson wanted to show off and she moved to twist the weakened woman over before settling astride her and applying a cruel camel clutch. Heaving back on the blondes chin allowed Joan to reach around her opponent and get at her good looking breasts it was easy to rip away the flimsy bikini top to reveal the perfect pair and then to simple grasp crush and twist the soft flesh even delivering a wicked welt marking scratch as Ms James screeched in protest. The tearing pain finally galvanised the blonde into retaliation and with Joan focused on hurting her opponents tits she found the pressure had eased on her back and with Ms Nelson leaning quite a way forward she simply drew her knees in and then thrusting upwards she was able to topple the older woman off via a rolly poly sending Joan sprawling towards the ropes as Heather rolled the other way pulling her torn bikini top off and tossing it to Beaker, “She’s no Welton time to hurt her!”

The reference to her nemesis Juliet Welton was quite apt currently her record against the woman was four fights four losses in fact her only victory had been over Ms Leyton in a catfight so it was quite a cocky proclamation she was making as she stormed after Ms Nelson. Joan planted one palm to the canvas to push up as she rolled over only for Heather to arrive and kick the limb from under her sending the bigger woman toppling back to the mat and then she dropped onto the face down fighter driving her knees into Joan’s kidneys and as the older woman arched in pain she dragged her into a wicked camel clutch hooking her opponent’s arms over her knees while dragging her head back by the chin forcing her back to bend painfully. Fortunately for Joan she was able to get her knees in quickly and she powerfully thrust herself forward before Heather could settle into the hold hurling the woman into the ropes. Ms James got hooked across the middle cord her arms over the tight line and quick as a flash Joan was up behind her to add to her tit torture raking the woman along the line ensuring it was her soft naked breast flesh that was dragged along the rough rope drawing a wail of pain from the blonde.

Dragging Heather all the way to her own corner Joan yelled down to Lynne, “You watching bitch because you get some next!” drawing Ms Leyton forward snapping, “Don’t compare me to that slut you cheap tart I’m going to kick your cunt in!” and she started to climb onto the apron in an attempt to fulfil her threat. That caused Rita to step forward, “Stay out of it blondie!” and Joan to ease back slightly on Ms James as a new threat emerged that was just enough for Heather to solve the problem as she suddenly slammed her head back catching Ms Nelson flush in the bush completely off guard and the woman tottered back mouth gapping as pain radiated through her groin. “Lynne snarled at her team mate, “Now get up and fight the slut you useless cow I’ve given you a chance now take it!” Heather’s eyes flashed and she hissed, “You bitch I’ll deal with you later!” “Bring it on bimbo,” taunted Ms Leyton as her partner clambered to her feet and turned back to the fight as she slipped an arm through Beaker’s promising, “I can do things to you she’s never even heard of darling when I put her away later I’ll show you exactly what I mean!” as she pulled his face round into a very passionate kiss while her hand went below his belt to caress his crotch, “Mmmmm ready for action good,” she sighed as they disengaged from the tongue tussle and turned back to the match.
Joan was slowly recovering her left hand still nursing her throbbing crotch as Heather turned and she had barely got her hands up as Ms James followed up driving her forearm at the woman’s throat knocking Ms Nelson back another couple of paces before delivering a brilliant standing drop kick that took the bigger woman full in the face sending her flying to the mat untidily. Rolling over and pushing up aloud the blonde to dive forward and land a flying head drop to Joan’s stomach that sat her up with a moan straight into another forearm across the throat from Heather now kneeling between her thighs. Joan crashed back to the canvas arms thrown wide legs apart and Heather made her pay slamming her fists into right to the sweet spot between Ms Nelson’s legs; Joan wailed an twisted to her side allowing heather to force her face down and repay the earlier assault with interest as she swarmed over the woman to apply a wicked camel clutch but unlike her opponent there was no show boating just a brutal application of the hold. Joan’s face was contorted in pain as her head was yanked back by the chin with her arms ineffective pulled back over Heather’s knees and her spine bending nastily, “Give up you fat bitch or I’ll snap you in half!” snarled Heather leaning back as far as she could drawing a squeal of pain from the older woman. Rita recognising a well applied hold dropped down to one knee next to the pair to ask the inevitable question, “Do you submit?” but Joan was in a one fall match so she refused the request despite the pain. At ringside Penny sneered, “She’s done better submit or we’ll end up losing both her matches the fat cow has cost us the lead!” She pushed up against Consort before adding, “It’s a good job I’m here or you’d be losing big time!” and like the female watching opposite she took advantage to stake her claim for the man with a passionate kiss and caress as her team mate took a whipping in the ring. Their embrace was broken by the screech of surrender as Joan capitulated under the muscle tearing torture of the camel clutch.

“Aaaarghhhhhhhh I give I submit!” she wailed as Heather rocked back for the umpteenth time and Rita quickly ordered the break as Ms Nelson’s screech echoed around the room. Heather released her opponent’s chin and then forcibly slammed Joan face first to the mat before rising to her feet to pose victorious one foot between the face down woman’s shoulder blades as Ms Foskett announced her victory. The topless blonde strutted back to her corner to the welcoming embrace of Beaker who had quickly clambered into the ring with Lynne on the apron he match all square at one bout each, “Saved your bacon slut!” sneered Heather at her team mate as tension remained high in the corner and she pressed her virtually naked body against the promoter to goad her love rival even further. Lynne bridled and snapped, “Just you wait bitch when this contest is over you and me one on one to settle who is the better woman!” before Heather could respond Beaker interrupted, “Lets calm down ladies we are back in the match with at least two more bouts to go we can sort your little differences out later for now work together on winning the match.” There was an underlying threat that if they did not neither would be enjoying a night with the man later the conversation ended as Rita called, “Fifteen minute interval then the two winners will meet Penny Bridges verses Heather James, as Ms James fought second she calls the coin that decides the format!” She tossed a coin, “Heads,” called the blonde, which proved correct, “Best of three wrestling,” she decided before retiring to the locker room to prepare with Beaker.
THE END To be continued