Alicja vs Karla; a topless ring fight.
by Peter Bennett

Alicja pulled the tiny, thin gold colored thong up between the cheeks of her butt and snapped the string sides before pulling on her white wrestling boots and lacing them up. Her tiny gold thong with a seam running down the front accentuated her vulva. Then, standing in front of the dressing room mirror, she ran her thumbs down the font to square it up. One last check was to turn, back to the mirror, and bend forward to see that the tiny gold strip was square between the cheeks of her ass and that her pussy hair wasn't showing. She'd shaved the sides of her pussy before leaving home but always left a thin strip on each side to accentuate her camel toe. She well knew that the crowd would get a glimpse of her pussy hair during the fight; that was inevitable, but she didn't want people to think that she was deliberately showing it off. Now, except for her warm up exercises, she was all ready for the fight any time she was called.

Rummaging again through her sports bag she pulled out a bottle of coconut oil and lightly oiled her tits and buttocks. Then, after washing her hands she put the bottle away and looked at herself in the mirror. She stood sideways on, drawing in her waist with her hands behind her head. She was confident that she'd win the prize money for best tits of the evening. She'd most probably take another $50 home for best body too although that was sometimes won by the heavier girls; it depended on how the audience voted.

In the 3 years she'd been wrestling on the topless circuit she'd seldom failed to take out best tits even against 18 and 19 year olds. She was just genetically gifted in that department. Her mum was in her mid 50s and she still had tits that would put most 20 year olds to shame.

Alicja was a 36C with a tiny 23"waist and 34"around the butt. Her tanned, toned body with its faint tan lines - showing that she wore a tiny dental floss bikini when sunbathing - was what kept her in constant work. She knew just how to show her body off and the promoters recognized that she drew in the crowds.

Tonight she had to fight Karla the 36" champion although not for the title. Karla was rough, tough, good looking & very skilled. She didn't look at all like the tough rule breaker she was. She could be brutal if upset and many's the time the referee had had to pull her off her victims after her refusal to let go of a submission hold.

They'd fought twice before and both times Alicja had come off second best. In their last fight Karla had taken Alicja out in two straight submissions a figure 4 leg lock and a Boston crab. In both cases Karla had taken no notice of Alicja's screams of pain and cries of submission and had carried on torturing her until the ref dragged her off. After the figure 4 Alicja had to be helped off the canvas and back to her corner. Then, in the final submission, Karla had actually hurt her in the Boston and she couldn't work for a fortnight although nobody knew it. It had also cost her money in chiropractic fees. When Karla had finally released her from the back breaking torture of the hold she'd whispered in Alicja's ear. "If I meet you in the ring again Miss Universe you'd better book an ambulance first." Calling her "Miss Universe" had really irked Alicja because it implied that she was a bimbo - all looks and no wrestling skills.

Alicja was therefore not exactly looking forward to this fight. She wasn't really scared of the champion but she was nervous and it showed as she caught herself pacing up and down the dressing room lost in thought.

She needed to snap out of this negative thinking and she looked up at the closed circuit TV screen. Her fight was on next and she wanted to see how the present fight was going. In the ring a challenge match was in progress between Kim, a 34 B and Frances, an A cup 32". Frances was a sadistic; some said slightly crazy, fighter and she'd challenged Kim the week before in front of the crowd. Kim, being the bigger girl virtually had to accept the challenge from a smaller girl or risk losing a lot of face.

Kim, a relative rookie with only 4 professional fights under her belt, was kitted out in her trade mark matching silver thong, boots and silver bow in her blonde pony tail. Frances, a stocky girl with scraggy tits and a lantern jaw was dressed in red bikini bottoms and wore a matching bandana. She never wore boots and could inflict a good deal of pain with her toes, especially during bow and arrow holds.

She was clearly the better wrestler and was torturing Kim by putting her in a range of submission holds but letting up on her each time just as she was about to submit. It was easy for all to see that Kim was beat but there was no need to have humiliated and taunted her in public in this way. Alicja would have loved to have run down the aisle and jumped into the ring right at that moment and given Frances a proper hiding. She would liked to have challenged her to a cage fight where she couldn't escape but a 36" challenging a 32" just wasn't considered good form - it looked like bullying. Instead, she resolved to pick a fight with her in a locker or dressing room next time she came across her. Then she'd be able to taunt and humiliate her in front of the other wrestlers.

Classifying and matching up wrestlers by bust size, rather than weight, wasn't exactly fair. One of Alicja's pet peeves was that she sometimes had to fight other 36"s with small tits and broad, strong backs which put her at a disadvantage. Nevertheless, it was the formula that worked best for bringing the crowds in so it wasn't going to change anytime soon.

Frances finally finished toying with Kim and wrapped up the match with a pin; a simple folding body press which the silver thonged girl no longer had the strength to put up any real resistance against.

The dressing room intercom crackled to life with "OK miss Boyd your on, please make your way to the curtains." Alicja acknowledged the message. She then walked over to the wash basin and ran the cold tap, rubbing a little cold water on her nipples to bring them up. She also sprinkled a few beads of water on her tits which she knew would stand out shiny against the coconut oil in the lights as she walked down the aisle.

She left the dressing room and walked along the corridor to the curtains at the end of the aisle where an official motioned her to wait. She could hear booing and glancing through the curtains she could see Karla coming down the opposite aisle. As soon as she was in her corner the official opened up the curtain and Alicja started her own slow walk towards the brightly lit ring. Unlike Karla, who wore a shiny black top, Alicja was naked from her thong up.

She looked magnificent; strong, taught and sexy and she moved her butt cheeks from side to side exaggeratedly with every step. Her head was held high and she kept her shoulders back to show off her glistening tits. In her left hand she carried her towel.

Although this was serious wrestling she still knew that a girl had to have some pizzazz or a good gimmick to keep the crowd entertained. No matter how good a wrestler you were, if you didn't draw the crowds and keep them coming back for more, the promoters would drop you.

She knew she was just about the sexiest woman on the topless circuit and she played heavily on it. She didn't look from side to side as she walked but she could hear the wolf whistles and the appreciative comments. Some guy yelled out "kill the bitch Alicja" and she heard a woman say "look at the boobs on her will you? And she doesn't have implants. Fuckin' incredible, lucky bitch."

As she neared her corner she was happy to see who her second was. It was Gay Tony, he was the only male second on the topless circuit and the best. The guy could do wonders when it came to reviving an exhausted girl in the one minute between rounds. She climbed up the three steps to the ring apron and lifted her right leg over the middle rope. The back of her dental floss, shiny gold thong came down from her waist in a sharp vee, disappearing between her butt cheeks and emerging again over the mound of her cunt.

Without looking at Karla she walked over to the blue corner. She smiled at Gay Tony. "Looks like you've got your hands full tonight my girl" he said. "Yeah, she's beat me twice but I'll give it all I've got Tony." "She's not invincible though you know" he said. "I saw Jenny Wade take her out in a private match. She bent her over her back holding her by the head. Karla submitted straight away, didn't hold out for one second." "Standing reverse chin lock you mean?" "Yeah, that's it." "Thanks for that Tony."

She threw the towel over the top rope and turned to face her opponent, arms outstretched along the top ropes. Karla, in black thong and white laced boots, was waiting in her corner in a similar stance and fixed her with a stare. A chill ran down Alicja's spine and she hoped it didn't show.

The MC entered the ring and made the announcements. "Ladies and gentlemen this is a six, 5 minute round contest between, on my left in the red corner, the reigning 36" topless champion at 36C-26-38 the Iron Woman, Karla Komissarof." Karla took a couple of steps forward, raised her arms in the air and pulled aside her top to show the championship belt around her waist. She undid the belt and held it above her head as the crowd booed. Her body was tanned, her shoulder length hair was black and she wore a black, shiny wet look thong. A careful look at her stomach showed that she worked out; a light ripple of a six pack showed beneath her skin.

The MC went on. "And in the blue corner the challenger at 36C-23-34, current holder of the Best Bust in the Ring title, the ever popular Miss Alicja Boyd." Alicja leaped to centre ring and flexed a double biceps as the crowd roared their approval.

The MC continued. "Two falls two submissions or a knockout to decide the winner and may the best woman win."

With that the ref checked both girl's finger nails and the bottoms of their boots before motioning them to centre ring. The two fighters stood opposite each other, hands on hips, while the ref went through his instructions. The dark haired Karla glanced enviously at Alicja's tits. She was proud of her own body. At 36 years of age she was still in amazing shape but had to admit that she had never, even as a teenager, had tits anywhere near as good as the blonde 29 year old she now faced. In a bikini where she could adjust the top to lift her tits and push them together to show her cleavage she looked great but now, compared with Alicja's astounding C cups, she looked a little saggy. She figured her big, dark nipples, very pronounced when erect, would still be a turn on for the guys in tonight's audience though.

Round 1
As soon as the ref finished his instructions Alicja bounded to her corner and began pulling on the ropes, her nervousness getting the better of her. In a few seconds the bell rang and she spun around to face the champion. Karla came out of her corner in a low crouch and made as if to circle to her right but Alicja was jumpy and couldn't wait. She ran straight at her black thonged adversary and connected with a well aimed drop kick to her upper chest. Karla flew backwards and hit the mat as Alicja, rising from the canvass first, grabbed both the champion's ankles and pulled her white booted feet up and under her own arm pits to try for a Boston crab.

All her pre-fight nerves were now gone as she turned Karla throwing her right leg over her back and crouching down on her. It was too early in the match, the champion was fresh and strong, and as Alicja went to lean back on her Karla easily straightened her legs throwing Alicja, head first to the mat, rolling her into the ropes. This time it was Karla who was up first and she got two kicks into Alicja's stomach before the ref intervened.

Alicja was winded and stayed down until the count of eight for a breather; down on one knee with her right hand on the bottom rope, breasts and belly heaving as Karla stood - legs apart - menacingly over her. She saw a flash on the canvass between her legs and knew someone behind her was getting a close-up photo of her butt but it didn't concern her. It happened all the time when she wrestled on this circuit where the wrestlers could get away with such tiny apparel.

She rose from the mat moving quickly to her left so as to put some space between her and the champion but Karla had anticipated her move and tripped her back down to the mat. Then, stepping over her pulled Alicja up by the hair and laid on a well executed abdominal stretch. Alicja's cunt and oiled tits were thrust forward as her taught stomach was pulled upward.

She was in the hold for what seemed like an age until Alicja finally managed to twist out of the hold but her stomach muscles were hurting as she caught Karla with an arm-drag tossing her to the canvas and going down with her. She quickly locked her right arm with an arm bar as Karla was slammed the canvas with her left. Alicja then stood up lifting Karla from the mat - still in the arm locked - and propelled her into the ropes. As Karla bounced back, she ran into a flying head scissors and was tossed onto the mat again. Her legs were open and the shiny, black wet-look thong covering her cunt flashed in the ring lights.

Alicja threw herself onto her black haired foe but Karla brought her knees up catching the younger wrestler in the stomach and Alicja rolled aside in pain. She was saved by the bell and dragged herself to her feet as Karla paraded around the ring, smiling and inviting the boos of the crowd with arms outstretched as if she'd won the round.

Back in her corner Tony agreed that it hadn't been a bad first round. Alicja had given as good as she got and wasn't hurt. Sure her stomach was a little strained and aching but she'd taken much more punishment in a first round of many a topless bout.

Round 2
At the bell Karla came out faster this time and was at center ring by the time Alicja turned around to face her. Alicja moved to her left with her left hand holding onto the top rope as if for security. Using the ropes to get momentum she backed herself into them and bounded forward. The two fighters met with a smack in the middle of the ring as their breasts slammed into each other. Each woman struggled to get the upper hand, the muscles in their backs now straining and visible. Karla came off best as she dropped quickly to her knees and head butted the blonde in the stomach putting her on her back. Then, holding Alicja's left foot under her armpit, she stomped her inner thigh three times before laying on a step over toe hold that had Alicja grimacing; her legs apart, pussy hair visible on both sides of her little gold clit cover.

Little by little, and hurting, Alicja dragged herself towards the edge of the ring and clutched the bottom rope. The referee made Karla break the hold but not before she stomped Alicja's inner thigh one more time. But this time it was half on her thigh and half on her cunt. Alicja let out a yelp and rolled over with both hands covering the tiny gold triangle between her legs.

Karla stood over her again beckoning her to get up as she pulled up her thong. "So you wanna be a wrestler do yah." It was an insult that angered Alicja but she reminded herself that she mustn't let anger into the fight. It never worked to her advantage.

As she came to her feet she found that her leg had been weakened by the stomps to her thigh. Karla, noticing her slight stagger, came in quick and threw Alicja with a snap mare following her to the mat where she locked her in a waist scissors from behind, clamping on a full nelson at the same time.

With her arms held high by the champion, Alicja squirmed and wriggled from side to side. Her arms in this position lifted her already firm breasts and, once again, the photographer's flash lights were going off like lightning flashes. The perfect waist scissors acted like a constricting snake. Every time Alicja breathed out Karla tightened her legs making it difficult for Alicja to fill her lungs on the next breath.

After a few seconds of agony Alicja found that with her feet on the floor and her back arched she could slide Karla backwards towards the ropes. It took a supreme effort but, inch by inch, she continued until Karla's head was under the ropes and the ref got Karla to release the hold.

Alicja's sides and stomach now felt like she'd been punched a hundred times in a boxing match. As Karla came in Alicja took her wrist and, twisting it to the right, laid on an arm bar. Karla squealed involuntarily as Alicja drove her elbow down onto the back of her bicep. The champion was bent double and it was an easy matter for Alicja to trip her to the canvass where she clamped on a head scissors.

Karla quickly did a hand stand; her body straight up with her hands on Alicja's knees, and began to lift herself up and out of the hold. Alicja raised her knees until Karla was six inches off the mat and then slammed back down as hard as she could, pile driving the champ. Karla collapsed and lay spread-eagled on her back in centre ring with one leg straight and the other bent at the knee while her breasts and stomach heaved. Alicja was fairly sure Karla wouldn't beat the count and she rose to her feet slowly. Looking down between her tits she adjusted her thong with her back to Karla. She could hear the count and at nine she turned to find that the champion had struggled to her feet in the corner.

"Fuck, she's strong" thought Alicja to herself. With that she went in to finish her off but the wily Karla simply fell, knees to the floor, hands on ropes, and took a breather for another count of nine.

The bell rang and Alicja walked back to her corner to be towelled off by Tony. So far the fight was fast and furious but she thought it was going her way. Certainly she was doing better, way better, against this hard woman than in previous fights.

"Go on girl give the crowd a show - give 'em a treat" said Tony. "Get up on those corner ropes and show off those tits of yours - go on that's half of what they come to see and you do it better than anybody".

Alicja mounted the corner ropes, put her hands behind her head and shook her stunningly firm tits. Her tight stomach panted in and out and glistened in the ring lights. The guys in the audience went wild and stood up to clap her. It was then, looking down, she caught a fleeting glimpse of her boyfriend Pete. It was a bad omen. Pete said he'd watch the fight on TV but Alicja had worked out long ago that the only fights he turned up to were those which he thought she'd lose. Pete was turned on in a big way by seeing Alicja stretched and tortured by her opponents. He loved to see her lose after a really hard fought fight, the rougher the better. Twice after she'd taken a beating they'd sneaked back into the ring when everyone had gone home and he'd fucked her hard in the middle of the ring still with the thong and boots on that she'd been wearing when she'd lost the fight. They'd joked many times about what he liked to see when she fought. He liked to see her in ceiling holds and others where he could glimpse her crotch while she was being held immobile. If she had a grimace on her face at the time, so much the better.

And he liked to see her taking a back breaker across the knee or in a full nelson where her breasts would be thrust forward. He'd told her many times that when she was in the ring in a topless match with only a thong and a pair of boots between her and complete nakedness, there wouldn't be a man in the audience who didn't have a hard on from looking at her. Indeed, in the middle of a fight she'd more than once seen men masturbating with hands in pockets. She didn't know how she felt about this but knowing that men were so turned on by her sure didn't make her feel bad.

It was through Pete that she learned what turned men on the most and the best ways to achieve it which was useful on the topless wrestling circuit where the audience voted on best chest, best body and best wrestler of the evening. She'd found that if she wore the smallest of thongs, gave the guys plenty of front and back views with her legs apart, and posed with her hands behind her head and breasts thrust out, she'd get more votes and often take home a little more prize money. Now when she fought in the ring she wore the tiniest, dental floss thongs the promoters would let her get away with, little more than clit covers and always brightly colored.

Round 3
The bell rang for round three and both women came out fighting. Karla grabbed Alicja's right arm, spun her around and threw her into the corner post with such force that the ring ropes shook as she fell butt to the floor, legs akimbo. Karla pulled her back up and whipped her into the ropes but as Alicja re-bounded the black thonged girl spread her legs and stooped a little and using the momentum of the ropes she placed both hands just below Alicja's tits and lifted her high. She flew through the air landing face down on the other side of the ring. She was hurt bad and rolled out under the bottom rope in order to save herself from whatever punishment Karla next had in mind for her. She stood outside the ring clutching her tits while the ref counted. She threw herself back into the ring on the count of 8, rolling as she did so and coming up on her feet with her back against the ropes.

Karla came in for the kill but, with her arms spread along the top ropes, Alicja lifted her body up and drop kicked her in the stomach. Karla was sent sprawling rolling head over heels landing face down and winded at the opposite side of the ring. Alicja was on her in a flash sitting on her middle back with her white boots flat to the canvas. One at a time she drew Karla's arms back and over her knees for a camel clutch.

The hold was virtually impossible to get out of so she took her time leaning forward to place both hands around her adversary's chin. She pulled Karla's head back until her tits were just lifted off the matt and she was about to scream her submission, and let her down again.

Karla's legs were open, treating the audience on that side of the ring to a good view of her anal cleft and the shining black bulge of her cunt. Looking over her shoulder Alicja saw a few guys with cameras come up to the ring apron and take crotch shot pictures of her opponent. One of them then came around to the other side of the ring to get a photo from that angle. Alicja obliged by lifting Karla's tits off the mat again to make them appear saggy and bringing her own arms together as much as possible to make her own tits look bigger and firmer by enhancing her cleavage.

Then, having had her fun she whispered in Karla's ear "this is it champ, you're gonna give to me." The ref was on her blind side so she held one hand over Karla's mouth so he couldn't hear her scream her submission and pulled up hard with the other hand under her victim's chin. Karla's squeals could still be heard and the ref, hearing her, moved Alicja's hand from covering her mouth. With that Alicja finished the job. She pulled up hard until the pain was too much for Karla to bear and she yelled "OK, OK, I give, give".

Alicja immediately dropped her and stepped over her head not bothering to look back. She raised her arms in a victory pose as the crowd showed their appreciation. The ref came over and raised her right arm as Alicja, looking down sideways, and between her breasts, pulled up her string sided thong. The announcement was made. "Ladies and gentlemen, in the fourth minute of the third round, the second submission of the contest by a straddled camel clutch goes to miss Alicja Boyd."

The crowd cheered and stamped their feet as she walked back to her corner. Gay Tony towelled her off as he congratulated her. "God she's tough" said Alicja. "That's what they all say babe, they don't call her the Iron Woman for nothing" replied Tony. There was something very exciting about making Karla or, come to that, any woman submit. There was something horny about looking sexy and feeling strong after another fighter had admitted she was the better woman by giving-in to her. Alicja couldn't explain it, even to Pete who she'd discussed it with. She'd never told anybody except Pete that one of the main reasons she wrestled was sexual. She'd never let herself experience gayness, although she'd had many offers, but she loved the feeling of another woman's body next to her own. Even the thought of wrestling another woman could sometimes bring her nipples up. She often wondered if gays in the audience noticed that as soon as she made contact with her opponents, her nipples became erect.

Round 4
Once again the bell rang and Alicja, now brimming with confidence, was keen to get stuck into Karla as early as possible after having hurt her. As they came out of their corners and squared off, Karla challenged for a test of strength with raised arms and open fingers. Alicja knew she was at least Karla's equal in that department and raised her own arms to take her on. But the wily Karla punched her in her exposed stomach and wrapping her right arm around Alicja's neck in a side head lock she began running. When she was most of the way across the ring, she jumped up in the air and landed on her butt slamming the younger woman's face into the mat in a well executed bulldog as she herself bounced straight back up on her feet ready to fight.

Alicja was dazed, face down to the mat, and winded from the stomach punch as the ref put the count on her. At the count of 3 she drew her left knee up level with her waist and from the camera flashes that were popping off she knew that the guys with cameras were getting in their crotch shots. She drew herself up on her hands and one knee at the count of 8 but she already knew she was unlikely to make the count. At 9 she had her other boot up on the mat and was wobbling. That was enough for Karla as she yanked Alicja up by the head and marched her to the nearest corner slamming her head into the turnbuckle 3 times. Alicja fell to the canvas and Karla leapt on her for a face sit which she knew was an insult.

Her sweaty crotch ground in Alicja's face and all the younger woman could see was the shiny black of her opponent's thong and the underside of her breasts above Karla's slightly muscly waist. Alicja thought to herself that, although she could smell Karla's pussy, at least the champion smelled OK and had taken the trouble to splash some perfume around her pussy before the fight. So many wrestlers didn't. Alicja couldn't deny that there was something sexy about being in this position and from the way Karla was grinding her tight ass around she could sense that the black haired woman knew exactly what she was doing to her. She could feel her nipples rising again and there was that familiar tingling deep inside her pussy. She checked out Karla's nipples to see if they too were up. They were and so there was something unsaid but intensely sexual about them fighting each other in a real contest. Maybe it was about the stronger woman dominating and making the weaker some kind of sex slave. But right now she couldn't allow her hetro self to think about it and she managed to slide a foot under the ropes and the ref hauled Karla off her.

What then followed was a beat up pure and simple that had some in the audience wondering why Alicja didn't throw the towel in and forfeit the contest. Karla didn't let up and Alicja wasn't given a moment to get her breath back for the whole round as she was flung around the ring like a rag doll during which her tormentor demonstrated her considerable wrestling skills, showing the audience why she was the champion. It was obvious that Karla didn't want to finish her off yet - which at any moment she could have done - but just wanted to show the crowd that she was the tougher, more skilled wrester. When the end of round bell mercifully came Karla picked her up and gave her an almighty body slam. The ref immediately cautioned her against fighting after the bell but Karla was unconcerned and walked back nonchalantly to her corner with arms raised to the boos of the crowd. Like all audiences they'd loved to see a strong, sexy looking woman in a near naked state taking a beating and being stretched but they hadn't liked the cheating body slam after the bell.

Alicja had to be helped to her corner by gay Tony who propped her against the corner post, her stomach and breasts heaving as she gasped for the air to fill her lungs. "You gonna carry on Alicja?" She nodded...."yeah, yeah keep going" she gasped as she gulped air down.

The ref came across and asked the same question."You able to continue Alicja?" "She'll be there when the bell rings ref" said Tony. "But how about an extra 20 seconds break to make up for that body slam after the bell?" "OK you got 15, I'll see the time keeper."

Karla stood in the opposite corner with a grin on her face, her lady second towelling her body off. She stood on tip toe looking past the towel and yelled at Alicja "you still wanna be a wrestler Miss Universe?"

Round 5
Out they came for round 5 and with a whack heard by all in the audience she slapped Alicja hard in the breasts causing beads of sweat - caught by the lights - to fly across the ring. It stung Alicja and she let out a yelp as she retreated holding both breasts in her hands. Then, grabbing Alicja by the wrist with both hands, Karla spun around and whipped her into the ropes. Alicja knew a clothesline was coming and tried to hold onto the top rope but the momentum was too great and she rebounded to centre ring where the black thonged Karla was already moving forward, right arm outstretched. She caught her in a perfect clothesline and Alicia hit the canvass so hard she bounced.

The champion now came up behind her and clamped a full nelson on her. Even at this late stage in the fight Alicja was surprised by the strength Karla still had left. She wriggled right and left but Karla had her held tight. Then, she began pushing Alicja forward into the ropes where she moved her back and forth rubbing her tits up and down the top rope.

Alicja let out a "YEEOW" and dropped her butt quickly to the floor and out of the hold. She raised herself up on one knee and held up her tits so she could see them. There was no bruising but they were reddened and her erect nipples hurt like hell. She nursed them while Karla stood over her. Karla cupped her tits in her hands and lifted them up and down before jabbing her finger down, pointing at the hapless Alicja. "A good set of tits doesn't mean you can fight Miss Universe." She shouted before parading around the ring holding up her own tits to the crowd.

Alicja was mad as hell now and as Karla came within range she kicked her in the back of the knees bringing her down as she, herself, jumped to her feet. She yanked Karla up sharply by the hair and, spinning her around laid on her own full nelson with all the strength her biceps and shoulders could muster. It was her turn now and she marched Karla into the ropes for the same treatment. Karla knew what was in store for her and she resisted digging the toes of her boots into the canvass and pushing back with her ass. The gold thong prevailed over the black as she was pushed forward into the ropes on tip toes.

Karla screamed as her tits bumped up and down against the ropes but Alicja had a really good full nelson on her and wouldn't let go. She called to the ref to ask her opponent to submit.

"Ask her ref, ask her"
"It's up to you Karla"
"No, no, no"

Karla opted for the same tactic as Alicja to break the hold. She threw her butt down to the mat but Alicja was ready for her with one knee between Karla's legs. The champion came down so hard in a keester bump on Alicjaś right thigh that she felt Karla's pubic bone connect making her wince; so she knew that Karla would have been in considerably more pain than herself. Karla was down on her back, her tits looking red raw, one of them having a rope burn underneath. Her tits must have been hurting but both Karla's hands were covering her cunt which told Alicja how much pain her opponent was really in.

At that moment she knew she should have gone for a pin fall. Karla was too weakened to have put up any real resistance. However, with her adversary out of action for a while now was the time to work the crowd and strut her stuff.

She stood up, staggering at first from the pain in her right thigh. Then she pulled up her little gold thong so there was just a hint of camel toe and raised her arms to the cheering crowd. She stood astride Karla and, in mocking imitation of her, raised hands above her head and shook her tits at her. Then, with both hands behind her head, waist pulled in as far as she could, she paraded to all 4 sides of the ring shaking them from side to side. The crowd went wild and camera flashes popped off left right and centre. She admired herself on the big TV screen and then squinted through the lights to see if she could see Pete who she knew would be close to orgasm seeing her like this. He loved to see her either getting badly beaten or flaunting her body in the ring standing over her opponent.

Failing to recognize him she returned to the job in hand and hauled the other fighter up, dragging her into a corner, and then kneed her three times in the stomach treating the crowd to an unintentional glimpse of the thin strip of her pussy hair each time she lifted her leg.

Karla slumped to the floor and Alicja pulled her towards centre ring by her boots. She thought for a minute to turn her over for a Boston crab but, instead, went for a schoolgirl pin/face sit which would be more humiliating. Both wrestlers at this stage were covered in sweat and as Alicja straddled her opponent's waist and began to move up to pin Karla's arms her little gold thong soaked up the sweat from Karla's tits making it transparent.

Once she had her knees on Karla's shoulders the ref began the count. "One, tw..." and the bell to end the round sounded. Alicja was mighty pissed. She stood up with hands on hips staring down at the other fighter who she'd just whipped but had been saved by the bell.

Karla's second climbed through the ropes and dragged her to her feet, propping her up in her corner with an arm on each top rope as Alicja returned to her corner and Gay Tony. The thin strip of her pussy hair and the shape of her pussy was now clearly visible for all to see through the now transparent minuscule gold spandex triangle between her legs.

"I had her, I fucking had her" she said.
"I was screaming out to you to get on and finish her because I knew the bell was coming" said Tony."But you couldn't hear me over the noise the crowd was making as you were showing off your bod."

"You got any anesthetizing spray for my nipples? They hurt like fuck".

"No, just Vaseline"

"OK, gimmee that and lay it on thick in case the bitch does it again".

Tony obliged covering her nipples with a thick coating of the clear ointment. She suddenly noticed the bulge in his white trousers. "You sure you're gay Tony?" "Yeah why?" "never mind".

Round 6
The bell for the final round rang and Alicia took a quick swig of the water bottle and headed out fast only to be stopped by the ref who told them both there was to be no more rubbing of breasts along the ropes and he'd disqualify the first woman who did. With that he told them to get on and fight.

Both fighters circled warily, crouching, arms outstretched. Karla moved in laying a reverse headlock on the blonde girl bringing her down to the mat. Karla now had Alicja with a knee in her back and both arms stretched behind her giving the crowd a great view of her big firm breasts. Then she turned the blonde girl on her stomach, wrapped her legs around hers and with a great heave the skilful black haired fighter thrust Alicja skyward in a ceiling hold.

Alicja felt the agony in her stomach muscles immediately. Her barely covered pussy was pointing prominently outward and upward in its now transparent, sweat soaked covering and her tits - nipples shining from the Vaseline - were facing the sky; her tight, tanned belly heaving as she struggled to break the hold. Karla shook her a few times making her firm breasts swing from side to side. "Ask her ref" shouted Karla. "No, no, no" cried out Alicja in her agony. Karla shook her again "It's up to you Alicja" said the ref. Alicja didn't answer. Her thighs and back were in great pain now too and she felt as though her stomach would break in half.

"Come on pretty girl" whispered Karla "you know you can't hold out. You're gonna need more than a good pair of tits if you think you can win this fight. You're in the wrong business - you should be in the Miss Universe competition."

Alicja finally managed to break the hold by thrusting herself sideways toppling them both. Both girls rolled over and came up fighting. Alicja grabbed her opponent by the hair forcing her back against the ropes with a series of forearm smashes to her chest and finished off with a two finger jab to Karla's solar plexus. Karla fell to her knees immediately, one hand clutching the middle rope, the other holding her lower stomach as Alicja stood over her, legs astride beckoning her to get up and fight.

Karla stayed down for a count of 9 and when she got up she backed herself into a corner. She was hoping Alicja would come after her because one of her favorite moves in this situation was to quickly spin her opponent around into the post and ram a knee into her crotch. But Karla had done that to her in a previous fight and she was awake up to the move. Instead Alicja backed into centre ring and beckoned Karla to come on with one hand while pointing to the mat with the other.

Karla stayed in the corner taking a breather and Alicja shouted to the ref "tell her to come out and fight me ref." These were challenging words for the champion which couldn't be ignored for another second. Karla came forward real fast as Alicja side stepped and ran Karla's head into the opposite corner turn-buckle. The black thronged wrestler went down on her knees momentarily stunned. But a moment was all Alicja needed to execute the manoeuvre she'd been trying for throughout the fight. As Karla grabbed the middle rope and began to pull herself up, still facing the corner, Alicja backed into her and grabbing Karla's head with both hands, bent forward. It was the move that Gay Tony had told her was used by Jenny Wade to defeat Karla.

Karla was now at full stretch over Alicja's back, her whole weight hanging by her chin, her face contorted in pain. In less than 5 seconds she was screaming out her submission. "I give, I give" "what did she say ref?" shouted Alicja."I submit I submit" screamed Karla. The ref stepped in and prized Alicja's hands loose from under Karla's chin.

It was all over and Alicja could hardly believe she'd actually beaten the champion. She ran to the corner and hugged Gay Tony."Thanks for the tip Tony, I owe you one." "You don't owe me nothin'girl" said Tony."We're all happy to see the bitch get beaten."

The black suited, bow tied MC entered the ring and pulled down the microphone as Alicja strode to the centre.

"Ladies and gentlemen in the second minute of the final round, The winning submission by a standing reverse chin-lock goes to Miss Alicja Boyd. By two submissions to one the winner is Miss Alicja Boyd."

The ref raised Alicja's arm in victory before she went over and took the mike from the MC. "Karla as all the audience is my witness I challenge you to fight me for your title." She walked over to Karla's corner and handed her the mike. "Any time you want Miss Universe. You got lucky tonight but if this fight had have been a ten rounder you'd never have won it."

Alicja grabbed the microphone back from her. "OK champ, let's get it on right now. You put up your title and we'll fight the other 4 rounds"

The crowd cheered and stamped but Karla was saved by the MC who announced that there were still 3 more fights on the card to get through and there wasn't time for Karla and Alicja to fight it out. The crowd booed him. Boos soon turned to cheers as Alicja went around to all 4 corners and, mounting the ropes, flexed a double biceps for all the photographers. Her sweating taught and tanned body, with her nipples still shining from the Vaseline, looking like that of a goddess in the lights.

She climbed back though the ropes and down onto the floor to be greeted by a barrage of autograph hunters and well wishers and as she made her was back up the aisle to the dressing room she still walked as provocatively as she could. Now she was on the lookout for Pete. She knew he'd be somewhere close at hand and he'd want to fuck her before the sweat dried on her body. But still, in the back of her mind she was fantasizing about fighting Karla in private in the nude. Some kind of sex fight maybe? She didn't know, hadn't got it straight in her mind yet. Perhaps she was gay............she didn't know anymore.