Teamwork Trade Off– By Beaker

Finni Graham v Maggie Smith

The challenge to a new blood competition had certainly fired up the prospective competitors with four ladies from each of the major fighting stables excited at the prospect of performing for the promotion banner. Consort’s team had been busy in the ring and on the mat and were really up for the match ready to assert his position as top promoter and they were eager to get to the event. Likewise Beaker’s babes were gearing up for the contest and were busy training the challenge for the promoter was that the four ladies were in two camps two pairs that hated each other and keeping the piece was part of the challenge pre the event. A situation that exploded three weeks before the big event when the four women were in his gym at similar times it started with Finni Graham and Maggie Smith clashing verbally over use of the punch bag and soon they were squaring up chest to chest with Beaker moving quickly to keep them apart.

“Calm down ladies keep it for the match,” he started but Maggie cut in, “What is the team order for that night?” she demanded, “I have not decided yet,” he began, “Well then let us settle our positions then one fall in the ring how about it bitch?” snapped Maggie eager to get to grips with the bohemian before her, “deal!” snapped Finni turning to the arena without another word. Maggie smiled and followed with Beaker left to call, “No punches to the face, one five count fall to decide it!” They did not hear or care as they stripped to their briefs and bare foot in minimalist knickers they charge into contact as the promoter leapt on to the apron as sharp slap of collided flesh echoed around thee otherwise empty room. Maggie twisted neatly to hip toss Finni to the canvas and moving quickly she settled behind the seated woman to lock on a nasty looking headlock. Finni though twisted to one knee dropped her shoulder and rolled the blonde off with a throw of her own sending Ms Smith skidding across the canvas on her backside.

Quickly to their feet they charged back together with Ms Graham taking control with a thigh lifted into the advancing Maggie’s midriff that folded the woman into a side headlock and then another heavy toss back to the mat. Maggie sat up and was grabbed by the hair by her rival and heaved upright before she was sent hurtling into the ropes being catapulted back into a wicked forearm across the throat that sent her slamming to the mat on her back. Enjoying her superiority Finni followed up with a powerful looking thigh drop planting the limb across the woman’s throat as Maggie lay on the mat before quickly rolling over to attempt a cross body pin. Beaker started a count but Ms Smith powerfully kicked out throwing Finni off and rolling clear as the count hit two; both women rolled apart and got to their feet with again Ms Graham quickly sticking it to her rival with her knee meeting Maggie’s navel with air removing effect.

Grabbing Maggie by the ears as she folded forward to hold her, painfully, Finni used her knee again to give the Londoner a double dose of breast pain with a knee lift to each softly swinging orb. Maggie wailed her hands trying to prise the painful pinching grip from her ears as Ms Graham pulled her upright the grip went quickly but only because Maggie was slumping to the mat hands to her own crotch after Finni brutally used her knee again thumping a blow between the woman’s thighs at pace hammering her in her soft sex centre lifting her feet from the floor before Ms Smith crashed to the canvas in an untidy heap.
It was brutal stuff and there was no respite as Finni took a meaningful grip on her opponent’s hair and dragged her back to her feet moving to the woman’s side so that she could introduce her face to the top turnbuckle of the nearest corner half a dozen times. Maggie tottered away from the corner dazed before Finni sent her sprawling with a stunning standing drop kick that planted her bare feet into the woman’s breasts to send her thrashing to the mat in considerable distress and trouble. Finni landed neatly and rolled to her feet moving to grab Maggie’s ankles determined to enjoy victory with the maximum pain for her opponent. Lifting and parting the woman’s legs she violently drove her heel down at Maggie’s sex delivering a blow that drew a wail of pain an caused the woman to convulse sharply allowing Finni to flip the blonde to her stomach and step across her to apply a brutal Boston Crab, a powerful hold that massively bent a victims spine back on itself while pulling on her thighs to increase the effect.

Maggie squealed again as her back was bent mercilessly, “Give up yet?” challenged Finni as she leant back to bend the woman even more but Maggie gritting her teeth refused to surrender instead she dragged her body across the rosin oblivious to the pain to her near naked body as she scrapped herself across the canvas finally grabbing the rope and using it to lever herself upwards and cause Finni to release the hold and step away. It only gave a short respite as Finni moved in again quickly as Maggie tried to get up thumping a thigh across the woman’s breasts driving Ms Smith into the ropes before following up with a couple of right handers low to the body about the knickers line. Maggie was virtually sat on the middle rope folded over her aching belly presenting her hair to Ms Graham who used the curly tresses to heave the woman away from the ring boundary into another couple of knee lifts to the breasts.

It was not looking good for the cockney lass and she slowly dropped to her knees before her opponent only to suddenly revive her chances by driving her clenched fist between Finni’s thighs to hammer her hard in the clitoris. Finni froze colour draining from her face as numbing pain radiated from between her thighs and that effect was increased as Maggie hit her again in the same place with increased venom. Finni tottered back a pace before her knees buckled and she sat down heavily before Maggie diving forward from her kneeling position knocked her to her back. Ms Smith tried to and achieved the delivery of a neat grapevine stretching the suddenly in pain Ms Graham, “My turn now slut!” sneered Ms Smith into her rival’s face adjusting her position to plunge her breasts into Finni’s face a sort of smother that was more humiliating rather than debilitating as the soft flesh rolled over the woman’s face.

Maggie tried to stretch her rival even more but despite the numbing effect of the crotch shots Finni was not finished and she suddenly twisted rolling Maggie off and following her reversed their positions. Maggie though used the momentum and achieved another reversal before Finni rolled them again into the ropes and they tumbled through to fall to the ringside mats in a tangle of arms and legs. Scrambling to their feet it was Maggie that was upright first and slamming a forearm across Finni’s throat she drove the woman back against the apron before hooking another punch to the woman’s knickers. Finni folded forward and Maggie grabbed her hair and by the knickers to heave her back into the ring, as she lifted the panties parted and she was left to hurl a naked Ms Graham back onto the rosin while she threw the ruined pants away before following the woman back into the ring. Getting to her feet she delivered her own leg drop only she planted her thigh across Finni’s offered breasts delivering a blow that drew another yelp from the beleaguered bohemian.
Finni was left sprawled naked on her back as Maggie scrambled to straddle delighted as she planted her crotch on the woman’s face and demanded Beaker, “Count the bitch out!” but only for two seconds before Ms Graham bucked her off. Maggie sprawled across the rosin and rolled to her back only to find Finni swarming after her firing a wicked punch right between her thighs that had the cockney crying in pain and curling into a ball as her own sex took a clout. Finni clambered to her feet dragging Ms Smith up by the hair into a powerful pair of knee lifts to belly and breasts before dropping an elbow between the woman’s shoulders sent Maggie sprawling face down to the floor. Finni strutted around the prostate blonde sneering, “Get up loser I’m kicking your arse again!” and she made good that promise with a sharp stabbing kick at the woman’s behind before taking a more careful aim stabbed another kick between Maggie’s thighs at the soft oyster she treasured her honey pot and sexual centre.

Ms Smith screeched and rolled over pawing at her own sex as throbbing pain radiated from below her waist soon joined by searing pain from her body as Finni stomped down brutally on her navel sitting her up sharply as she blew out her oxygen supply. Finni reached down to take a thick handful of Maggie’s hair and started to drag the wheezing woman up adding to the blonde’s discomfort by twisting and mauling her right breast as she rose. Maggie appeared to be in deep trouble totally controlled by her rival and on her way to another singles thrashing when suddenly she hooked her right fist between the braced parted thighs of her rival hitting her flush at the base of her bush right plum in the centre of her naked sex. Finni froze and Maggie hit her again deep and low to the same spot and Ms Graham collapsed her knees buckling her hands dropping to her wounded womanhood as Ms Smith continued upward driving her forearm into the offered lowered breasts of her opponent rocking her back on her heels.

Finni swayed to her heels and Maggie hit her again another forearm across the breasts that sent her tottering into the ropes and then another left her hanging in the ropes arms caught over the top strand. Maggie lifted her rival’s head by the hair and punched her full in the face and Finni slumped into the cords helpless as Maggie stepped back a pace, “Had enough slut?” she asked before stepping into the woman to finish her below the waist with a brutal knee lift to the sex, Finni slumped further down the ropes her head dropping to her chest as she passed out through the pain. Maggie stood over her and then in a final act of triumph reached down to rip at the woman’s short and curlies tearing a wad from her neat thatch and in contempt flicking the torn hairs into the woman’s face. She then turned to Beaker as he stepped into the ring and she went to him wrapping his arms around his neck pressing her almost naked body against him, “Now you’re mine,” she smiled pulling his face to hers the win column complete. Leaving him with an interesting dilemma for seedings for the forthcoming new bloods battle but that was a concern for another day as he responded to her kiss and a delightful celebration of a first singles victory for Ms Smith.

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