Before Ashlyn leaves, she says, “You girls know the rules. There aren’t any. May the toughest
pussy win.”
The girls begin to circle one another, but in fact, it’s Charlie who is aggressively running circles
around Sam, who has already sized up Charlie for lunch meat and is playing it very cool. Suddenly,
like an accomplished acrobat, Charlie charges Sam and summersaults around her. Before Sam
knows where she is, she feels the painful sensation of ringed knuckles slamming up into her crotch
from behind. She staggers a few feet forward and turns to see Charlie on her knees, grinning from
ear to ear. Now, Sexton is pissed. She charges Charlie, attempting to run her over and slam a
knee into her face in the process, but the smaller girl is too quick and nimble for her. Sam ends up
running into the ropes and to add further injury to insult, she is once again struck from behind by
another uppercut punch to the twat. As Sam’s knees buckle, Charlie grabs her hair, pulls her head
back and licks the side of her face, then tosses her head forward, letting Sam fall to her knees.
Knowing that she cannot give the bigger girl any advantage, Charlie returns to rake the eyes of
Sam Sexton, who screams and rolls flat on her back with her hands over her face. Laine sees gold
as Sam has left her legs spread wide open. She lifts her right leg high in the air and sends her foot
crashing down between her opponent’s legs. Sexton’s body jolts and she rolls over to one side in a
fetal position. Things aren’t starting out so well for the sexy brunette.
Still blinded from the eye rake, Sexton does not see Charlie as she charges her body and kicks
her hard in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her. Sam is now lying on her back close to the
corner. Charlie hops out of the ring and pulls Sexton by the legs towards the corner post. She
places each of Sam’s legs around the pole and sets her up to slam her crotch into it. Sam is
groggy, but realizes at the last minute what is about to happen to her and, just as Charlie gets a
firm grip on her ankles, Sam pulls her legs towards her chest, pulling Charlie towards the pole.
Charlie’s face smashes into the steel post hard and she stumbles around dazed.
Sam rolls out of the ring, rubbing her eyes still recovering from the eye rake. She grabs Charlie
and lifts her easily above her head across both shoulders. She is about to toss her into the ring,
until she sees something she cannot resist. Next to the crowd to one side is a metal railing about
waist high. Sam runs over and throws Charlie on top of the railing hard crotch first. Charlie
immediately is thrown out of her daze as her crotch feels as though it has been jammed up into her
throat. Her eyes are crossed and her mouth is wide open but no sound comes out. Just as she is
about to lean over and fall, Sam hoists her up again about a foot and slams her crotch back down.
Charlie finds her voice this time and squeals her displeasure. Sexton repeats the move a third time.
“How does that feel, bitch?” Sexton screams in her ear as she pulls her hair. Sam lifts her off the
railing, carries her over to the ring and tosses her in near the corner. She now sets her up for the
move that Charlie had unsuccessfully attempted on her. With the petite beauty’s legs on either
side of the corner pole, Sam lets out a battle roar as she pulls Charlie’s crotch into the unforgiving
steel pole with all her might. A deafening THUD of the impact echoes throughout the arena and
Charlie impulsively sits straight up screaming her lungs out. Sam keeps the pressure on her crotch
as she pulls and pulls and pulls, seemingly trying to literally split the poor girl in half. Charlie tries to
lean forward to push herself off the pole, but she can only barely reach it. Charlie’s eyes are
bulging out of her head and she exchanges a look with Sam as she screams. Sam screams back,
mimicking her pain.
Sam is now sweating profusely and the veins on her neck are popping out as she just won’t let
up. Charlie is helpless and alternates between pounding the mat with her fists and pulling her hair
out, all the while screaming. Finally, after about 90 seconds of this torture, Sam releases her hold.
Charlie continues to scream. Her crotch feels like it is on fire. Sam rolls into the ring and tries to get
Charlie flat on her back, but Charlie is locked up in a fetal position, her hands wedged between her
thighs. Sam steps back and begins kicking her hard in the head, back and chest. This loosens
Charlie up enough for Sam to pull her up on her knees and deliver a brutal knee to her face.
Charlie falls flat on her back, holding her face. Sexton lifts Charlie’s legs up by the ankles and
spreads wide. STOMP! Right in the sweet spot. Sam grinds her heel in for good measure, much to
the audible dismay of her rival.
After keeping the pressure on and gleaming at seeing Charlie squirm in agony for about half a
minute, Sam slides her foot off hard, as if trying to wipe something off the bottom of her boot.
Charlie yelps as her clit feels like ground round. Before she can cover her crotch, Sam drops a
hard knee onto it. Spit flies out of Charlie’s mouth and a low inhuman roar follows. Sam glances at
the time clock and sees that the match has been going on for just over six minutes. She wants a
submission before it reaches seven so she can have that 10 extra minutes of sadistic pleasure.
This prompts her to really go for it. She pulls Charlie’s panties to the side and yanks on her pussy
lips hard. Charlie’s screams reach new heights as Sexton is literally trying to pull her off the floor by
her labia.
“OH MY GOD! STOP! PLEASE!” cries Charlie.
“Do you submit?” growls Sam as she gives her lips a cruel twist.
“OH GOD YESSSSSS!” screams Charlie bucking wildly.
“Say it bitch!” screams Sam back as she releases her grip and sends a huge punch to the same
spot. This may have been a mistake, because Charlie must say the words, but this last punch has
caused her to begin to lose consciousness. The clock reads 6:45. Fifteen seconds. Sexton
immediately goes for the girl’s clit and pinches it hard. The result is like a shot of adrenaline to
Charlie’s body. She comes wailing back to reality.
“Tell me you submit, you fucking bitch!” screams Sam, one hand on her clit the other yanking her
hair at the back of her head.
“I submit! I submit! Just stop!” pleads Charlie, now crying. The buzzer goes off at 6:54. Sam
releases her and stands raising her hands in victory. She then grabs her beaten opponent’s face
and forces her to look at the clock.
“See that, sweetie? That means I’ve only just begun,” Sam taunts. The clock immediately resets
to 10:00 and begins counting down. Sam steps in to action and throws Charlie into the corner.
“Here we go,” she says. She addresses the boisterous crowd, “I need a volunteer from the
audience, please.” Every arm in the crowd goes up. She chooses someone out of the first row and
motions him over. She then proceeds to remove Charlie’s white top, leaving her now topless. She
hands it over to the lucky guy who gets to use it to tie Charlie’s hands behind her back and corner
post.
“Real tight now. I don’t want her going a-ny-where,” Sam says. Charlie is frantically panting,
looking around for someone to come to her aid.
“I submitted. I submitted,” she keeps proclaiming.
“Poor girl,” answers Sam. “Your brain must be between your legs. You gave up too soon. For the
next ten minutes, your ass—your cunt…is mine.” Sam curls her lips in a sinister smile, as she lifts
one of Charlie’s legs over the middle rope, then the other, leaving her tied up and spread eagle in
the corner.
“Comfy?” Sam asks in her best high-pitched Charlie Laine voice as she back up to the opposite
corner.
“No no no no no…” Charlie keeps repeating like a broken record. Sam stands up on the middle
turnbuckle across from her and faces the crowd with her arms up. The cheers grow deafening.
“Should I let her go?” she asks the crowd, to which a cheering crowd unanimously turns to a
huge resounding “NOOOOOOO!” Sam turns back towards Charlie and shrugs her shoulders as if
to say ‘Sorry’. Charlie is absolutely petrified as she begins shaking uncontrollably. The clock now
reads just under 8 minutes. Sam has wasted enough time. She leaps out of the corner and
charges full steam ahead towards her prey, a loud battle cry accompanying her. The wide-eyed
fright in Charlie’s eyes energizes Sam all the more as she reaches her target and unleashes a
huge booming kick right to her cunt. The whole ring shakes from the impact and Charlie screams
to the high heavens, her head lurching up towards the ceiling. Sam grabs her by the back of the
head and forces her to look her in the eyes and matches her cry with a roar. Without letting go of
her head or losing their eye to eye lock, she unleashes another kick dead center.
“OOOOOOHHHHHH!” screams Charlie
And another.
“FUUUUUUUCCCCCK!”
And another.
“STO-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-P!”
And another.
A convulsion from within her body prevents screaming this time. Sam throws Charlie’s head back
and parades around the ring, riling the crowd up by raising her arms. When she gets to the corner
opposite Charlie, she springs into action again and kicks a field goal between the legs. Another
loud wail is followed by silence as Charlie Laine’s eyes flutter. Her head hangs low and she passes
out. There is still over 6 minutes left.
“No way bitch!” exclaims Sam as she pulls her head up with one hand and slaps her across the
face with the other. Charlie begins to come around. Sam slips her free hand down the front of
Charlie’s panties and pinches her clit. This brings Charlie once again to a full and agonizing
consciousness.
“Pass out again on me and I’ll yank it clean off,” warns Sam. Charlie begins whimpering like a
little girl. Sam mimics her tears before sending a hard knee to her pussy. Sam notices that Charlie’
s nipples are hard.
“Oooooh, I think you’re enjoying this,” she coos. She immediately lunges her head down and
bites down on the protruding target.
“Oh, god! What the fuaaaaak!” screams Charlie. Sam shuts her up by sending uppercuts to her
twat, while chewing on her nipple.
“Umph!”
WHAP
“Umph!”
WHAP
“Umph!”
WHAP
“…….”
Nothing. Sam lifts her head up to see Charlie has again passed out. She slaps her across the
face. Nothing. The other side. Nothing. Charlie’s hair flies wildly as her head is tossed about by
Sexton’s slaps. She reaches inside her panties once again and pinches her clit. No response. She
tries one last thing. Backing up into the opposite corner, she charges and unleashes a huge kick
to the crotch. Charlie’s body bounces up and down on the ropes, but remains comatose.
“Fuck!” she says to herself as she begins to leave the ring to the jeers of the crowd, until one of
the fans hands her a full glass of beer in a plastic cup. Sexton smiles and kisses the man gently on
the cheek. She runs back inside the ring and throws the beer in Charlie’s face. She stirs.
“Hey, you missed my last kick. It was fuckin’ sweet!” Sam exclaims to a groggy Charlie Laine. As
she backs up to the opposite corner, “I’ll try to match it, but I can’t promise anything.”
Charlie realizes that she has not awoken from some horrible nightmare, as she momentarily
thought, but is crotch deep in it. “AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!” she screams in pain and
frustration. She pulls at her binds furiously as Sam charges again. At the last second, she breaks
loose and covers her crotch with both hands, which get smashed by Sexton’s boot. She screams
and falls forward onto her face, her legs still tangled in the ropes. Sam pulls her out of the corner
by her g-string, giving her a huge wedgie. She kicks Laine onto her back, grabs both legs, spreads
them wide, jumps up and comes crashing down on her own ass keeping her right leg straight and
slamming her boot heel down onto Charlie’s tortured pussy.
“Noooooooooooooo!” Charlie wails as her upper body springs up, then back down. Sam keeps
her hands on Charlie’s ankles while sitting, lifts her own leg straight up in the air and slams it down
home again. Laine’s body bounces up and convulses again, her voice going hoarse from
screaming. Sexton gets herself into a groove and repeats the move four more times. Charlie’s
reactions begin to dwindle to Sam’s displeasure. She really gets off on getting the most painful
reactions from her prey. She lifts her leg as high as she can and slams down as hard as she can.
A split second before she hears the loudest scream and most extreme convulsion come from
Charlie’s body, she hears the distinctive sound of cracking bone.
Sam immediately crawls over to Charlie’s face and sees that she is twitching in shock. “Are you
OK?” she asks stupidly and suddenly concerned. “I didn’t mean to really hurt you,” she whispers.
Charlie is in another universe of unspeakable agony. Sam wants out of there immediately. She
stands, raises her hands in glory to a quick final cheer from the crowd and leaves the arena.
Winner: Sam Sexton – 37 points and $925 earned
Loser: Charlie Laine – 3 points and $75 earned
pussy win.”
The girls begin to circle one another, but in fact, it’s Charlie who is aggressively running circles
around Sam, who has already sized up Charlie for lunch meat and is playing it very cool. Suddenly,
like an accomplished acrobat, Charlie charges Sam and summersaults around her. Before Sam
knows where she is, she feels the painful sensation of ringed knuckles slamming up into her crotch
from behind. She staggers a few feet forward and turns to see Charlie on her knees, grinning from
ear to ear. Now, Sexton is pissed. She charges Charlie, attempting to run her over and slam a
knee into her face in the process, but the smaller girl is too quick and nimble for her. Sam ends up
running into the ropes and to add further injury to insult, she is once again struck from behind by
another uppercut punch to the twat. As Sam’s knees buckle, Charlie grabs her hair, pulls her head
back and licks the side of her face, then tosses her head forward, letting Sam fall to her knees.
Knowing that she cannot give the bigger girl any advantage, Charlie returns to rake the eyes of
Sam Sexton, who screams and rolls flat on her back with her hands over her face. Laine sees gold
as Sam has left her legs spread wide open. She lifts her right leg high in the air and sends her foot
crashing down between her opponent’s legs. Sexton’s body jolts and she rolls over to one side in a
fetal position. Things aren’t starting out so well for the sexy brunette.
Still blinded from the eye rake, Sexton does not see Charlie as she charges her body and kicks
her hard in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her. Sam is now lying on her back close to the
corner. Charlie hops out of the ring and pulls Sexton by the legs towards the corner post. She
places each of Sam’s legs around the pole and sets her up to slam her crotch into it. Sam is
groggy, but realizes at the last minute what is about to happen to her and, just as Charlie gets a
firm grip on her ankles, Sam pulls her legs towards her chest, pulling Charlie towards the pole.
Charlie’s face smashes into the steel post hard and she stumbles around dazed.
Sam rolls out of the ring, rubbing her eyes still recovering from the eye rake. She grabs Charlie
and lifts her easily above her head across both shoulders. She is about to toss her into the ring,
until she sees something she cannot resist. Next to the crowd to one side is a metal railing about
waist high. Sam runs over and throws Charlie on top of the railing hard crotch first. Charlie
immediately is thrown out of her daze as her crotch feels as though it has been jammed up into her
throat. Her eyes are crossed and her mouth is wide open but no sound comes out. Just as she is
about to lean over and fall, Sam hoists her up again about a foot and slams her crotch back down.
Charlie finds her voice this time and squeals her displeasure. Sexton repeats the move a third time.
“How does that feel, bitch?” Sexton screams in her ear as she pulls her hair. Sam lifts her off the
railing, carries her over to the ring and tosses her in near the corner. She now sets her up for the
move that Charlie had unsuccessfully attempted on her. With the petite beauty’s legs on either
side of the corner pole, Sam lets out a battle roar as she pulls Charlie’s crotch into the unforgiving
steel pole with all her might. A deafening THUD of the impact echoes throughout the arena and
Charlie impulsively sits straight up screaming her lungs out. Sam keeps the pressure on her crotch
as she pulls and pulls and pulls, seemingly trying to literally split the poor girl in half. Charlie tries to
lean forward to push herself off the pole, but she can only barely reach it. Charlie’s eyes are
bulging out of her head and she exchanges a look with Sam as she screams. Sam screams back,
mimicking her pain.
Sam is now sweating profusely and the veins on her neck are popping out as she just won’t let
up. Charlie is helpless and alternates between pounding the mat with her fists and pulling her hair
out, all the while screaming. Finally, after about 90 seconds of this torture, Sam releases her hold.
Charlie continues to scream. Her crotch feels like it is on fire. Sam rolls into the ring and tries to get
Charlie flat on her back, but Charlie is locked up in a fetal position, her hands wedged between her
thighs. Sam steps back and begins kicking her hard in the head, back and chest. This loosens
Charlie up enough for Sam to pull her up on her knees and deliver a brutal knee to her face.
Charlie falls flat on her back, holding her face. Sexton lifts Charlie’s legs up by the ankles and
spreads wide. STOMP! Right in the sweet spot. Sam grinds her heel in for good measure, much to
the audible dismay of her rival.
After keeping the pressure on and gleaming at seeing Charlie squirm in agony for about half a
minute, Sam slides her foot off hard, as if trying to wipe something off the bottom of her boot.
Charlie yelps as her clit feels like ground round. Before she can cover her crotch, Sam drops a
hard knee onto it. Spit flies out of Charlie’s mouth and a low inhuman roar follows. Sam glances at
the time clock and sees that the match has been going on for just over six minutes. She wants a
submission before it reaches seven so she can have that 10 extra minutes of sadistic pleasure.
This prompts her to really go for it. She pulls Charlie’s panties to the side and yanks on her pussy
lips hard. Charlie’s screams reach new heights as Sexton is literally trying to pull her off the floor by
her labia.
“OH MY GOD! STOP! PLEASE!” cries Charlie.
“Do you submit?” growls Sam as she gives her lips a cruel twist.
“OH GOD YESSSSSS!” screams Charlie bucking wildly.
“Say it bitch!” screams Sam back as she releases her grip and sends a huge punch to the same
spot. This may have been a mistake, because Charlie must say the words, but this last punch has
caused her to begin to lose consciousness. The clock reads 6:45. Fifteen seconds. Sexton
immediately goes for the girl’s clit and pinches it hard. The result is like a shot of adrenaline to
Charlie’s body. She comes wailing back to reality.
“Tell me you submit, you fucking bitch!” screams Sam, one hand on her clit the other yanking her
hair at the back of her head.
“I submit! I submit! Just stop!” pleads Charlie, now crying. The buzzer goes off at 6:54. Sam
releases her and stands raising her hands in victory. She then grabs her beaten opponent’s face
and forces her to look at the clock.
“See that, sweetie? That means I’ve only just begun,” Sam taunts. The clock immediately resets
to 10:00 and begins counting down. Sam steps in to action and throws Charlie into the corner.
“Here we go,” she says. She addresses the boisterous crowd, “I need a volunteer from the
audience, please.” Every arm in the crowd goes up. She chooses someone out of the first row and
motions him over. She then proceeds to remove Charlie’s white top, leaving her now topless. She
hands it over to the lucky guy who gets to use it to tie Charlie’s hands behind her back and corner
post.
“Real tight now. I don’t want her going a-ny-where,” Sam says. Charlie is frantically panting,
looking around for someone to come to her aid.
“I submitted. I submitted,” she keeps proclaiming.
“Poor girl,” answers Sam. “Your brain must be between your legs. You gave up too soon. For the
next ten minutes, your ass—your cunt…is mine.” Sam curls her lips in a sinister smile, as she lifts
one of Charlie’s legs over the middle rope, then the other, leaving her tied up and spread eagle in
the corner.
“Comfy?” Sam asks in her best high-pitched Charlie Laine voice as she back up to the opposite
corner.
“No no no no no…” Charlie keeps repeating like a broken record. Sam stands up on the middle
turnbuckle across from her and faces the crowd with her arms up. The cheers grow deafening.
“Should I let her go?” she asks the crowd, to which a cheering crowd unanimously turns to a
huge resounding “NOOOOOOO!” Sam turns back towards Charlie and shrugs her shoulders as if
to say ‘Sorry’. Charlie is absolutely petrified as she begins shaking uncontrollably. The clock now
reads just under 8 minutes. Sam has wasted enough time. She leaps out of the corner and
charges full steam ahead towards her prey, a loud battle cry accompanying her. The wide-eyed
fright in Charlie’s eyes energizes Sam all the more as she reaches her target and unleashes a
huge booming kick right to her cunt. The whole ring shakes from the impact and Charlie screams
to the high heavens, her head lurching up towards the ceiling. Sam grabs her by the back of the
head and forces her to look her in the eyes and matches her cry with a roar. Without letting go of
her head or losing their eye to eye lock, she unleashes another kick dead center.
“OOOOOOHHHHHH!” screams Charlie
And another.
“FUUUUUUUCCCCCK!”
And another.
“STO-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-P!”
And another.
A convulsion from within her body prevents screaming this time. Sam throws Charlie’s head back
and parades around the ring, riling the crowd up by raising her arms. When she gets to the corner
opposite Charlie, she springs into action again and kicks a field goal between the legs. Another
loud wail is followed by silence as Charlie Laine’s eyes flutter. Her head hangs low and she passes
out. There is still over 6 minutes left.
“No way bitch!” exclaims Sam as she pulls her head up with one hand and slaps her across the
face with the other. Charlie begins to come around. Sam slips her free hand down the front of
Charlie’s panties and pinches her clit. This brings Charlie once again to a full and agonizing
consciousness.
“Pass out again on me and I’ll yank it clean off,” warns Sam. Charlie begins whimpering like a
little girl. Sam mimics her tears before sending a hard knee to her pussy. Sam notices that Charlie’
s nipples are hard.
“Oooooh, I think you’re enjoying this,” she coos. She immediately lunges her head down and
bites down on the protruding target.
“Oh, god! What the fuaaaaak!” screams Charlie. Sam shuts her up by sending uppercuts to her
twat, while chewing on her nipple.
“Umph!”
WHAP
“Umph!”
WHAP
“Umph!”
WHAP
“…….”
Nothing. Sam lifts her head up to see Charlie has again passed out. She slaps her across the
face. Nothing. The other side. Nothing. Charlie’s hair flies wildly as her head is tossed about by
Sexton’s slaps. She reaches inside her panties once again and pinches her clit. No response. She
tries one last thing. Backing up into the opposite corner, she charges and unleashes a huge kick
to the crotch. Charlie’s body bounces up and down on the ropes, but remains comatose.
“Fuck!” she says to herself as she begins to leave the ring to the jeers of the crowd, until one of
the fans hands her a full glass of beer in a plastic cup. Sexton smiles and kisses the man gently on
the cheek. She runs back inside the ring and throws the beer in Charlie’s face. She stirs.
“Hey, you missed my last kick. It was fuckin’ sweet!” Sam exclaims to a groggy Charlie Laine. As
she backs up to the opposite corner, “I’ll try to match it, but I can’t promise anything.”
Charlie realizes that she has not awoken from some horrible nightmare, as she momentarily
thought, but is crotch deep in it. “AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!” she screams in pain and
frustration. She pulls at her binds furiously as Sam charges again. At the last second, she breaks
loose and covers her crotch with both hands, which get smashed by Sexton’s boot. She screams
and falls forward onto her face, her legs still tangled in the ropes. Sam pulls her out of the corner
by her g-string, giving her a huge wedgie. She kicks Laine onto her back, grabs both legs, spreads
them wide, jumps up and comes crashing down on her own ass keeping her right leg straight and
slamming her boot heel down onto Charlie’s tortured pussy.
“Noooooooooooooo!” Charlie wails as her upper body springs up, then back down. Sam keeps
her hands on Charlie’s ankles while sitting, lifts her own leg straight up in the air and slams it down
home again. Laine’s body bounces up and convulses again, her voice going hoarse from
screaming. Sexton gets herself into a groove and repeats the move four more times. Charlie’s
reactions begin to dwindle to Sam’s displeasure. She really gets off on getting the most painful
reactions from her prey. She lifts her leg as high as she can and slams down as hard as she can.
A split second before she hears the loudest scream and most extreme convulsion come from
Charlie’s body, she hears the distinctive sound of cracking bone.
Sam immediately crawls over to Charlie’s face and sees that she is twitching in shock. “Are you
OK?” she asks stupidly and suddenly concerned. “I didn’t mean to really hurt you,” she whispers.
Charlie is in another universe of unspeakable agony. Sam wants out of there immediately. She
stands, raises her hands in glory to a quick final cheer from the crowd and leaves the arena.
Winner: Sam Sexton – 37 points and $925 earned
Loser: Charlie Laine – 3 points and $75 earned
The arena is grungy. The fighters play dirty. The crowd is downright nasty. As far as women’s
wrestling goes, this is as underground as it gets. It’s not a long term league, but more of a short
term tournament. With the way these matches are coordinated and fought, not many of the girls
would last long term without long term damage to their bodies. Basically, this is a tournament
determined not only by match wins, but by points. The winner of the tournament gets hoisted to
the next level in women’s competitive fighting, a venue that is very difficult to attain for an amateur.
This tournament was created by a few very rich, very sadistic, very anonymous businessmen who
have a certain masochistic desire to watch other women beat the hell out of one another…below
the belt. There is always a large amount of side betting that goes on and the crowd is mostly male,
mostly with the same kind of attraction to this type of fighting as the sponsors.
The point system is as follows: every shot to the crotch is a point for the fighter who lands the
blow. For every crotch hold, (claw, bite, etc.) every second of the hold is another point. All points
carry over to the fighter’s next match. The tournament ends with a fighter accumulating the
highest number of points and wins combined. The tournament’s goal is currently set for the 1st
fighter to reach both 10 wins and 2,000 points. Matches are won by submission only – no
knockout or pins. To secure only the most exciting of matches, certain penalties are levied if a
submission is given within seven minutes of the commencement of the match. If a fighter gives
within this time period, the match ends, but the losing fighter is tied spread eagle on a corner
turnbuckle and forced to endure a non-stop assault below the belt from the victor for a full ten
minutes. If a submission is given within the first 10 minutes of the fight, the same penalty applies,
but only for 5 minutes. This helps to ensure that fighters try to be as competitive as they can for
as long as they can before submitting.
The fighters are also monetarily compensated per low blow for extra incentive. Every blow is
awarded $25 a point. Most of the girls in the league are young and beautiful, with gorgeous
bodies and it remains a bit of a mystery as to why each would enter this type of tournament. For
some, it’s no doubt a dream to be the winner and member in the next level of women’s wrestling.
For some, it’s the money. Some are just plain fucked up.
The venue is an abandoned underground parking garage. A regulation size ring has been built
in one of the lots. Folding chairs all around and lots of circular fans, as the temperature can be
very stifling hot. The ceiling is low. When standing in the ring, it would not be impossible for a
fighter to be able to jump and reach overhead pipes, and in special matches, there are weapons
hidden above. As a general rule, however, weapons are not allowed in the ring (unless as part of
wrestling attire – belt, boots, etc.)
So, without further delay, let us begin the first match in this “Lowdown Showdown” tournament,
as it has been recently dubbed. The resident MC for the tournament is retired adult actress
Ashlyn Gere, someone who very much has explored the animal side of female aggression in many
of her films.
Ashlyn enters the ring with her microphone to the roars of a very enthusiastic crowd. She wears
a crop top white t-shirt, barely covering her gigantic breasts. On the shirt is written “Put it right
here” and an arrow below pointing down. She wears a skimpy g-string and black boots. She is in
her late ‘40’s, but has a body of a woman in her ‘20’s.
“If you’re here, then you’ve come to see some snatch-slapping, crotch kicking, pussy pounding
action, am I right?” Ashlyn exclaims.
The crowd goes nuts. “Well, enough out of me, then. Let’s get this lowdown showdown on! First,
hailing from Pittsburgh, PA, the very sensational Sam Sexton.”
Sam, a no-nonsense looking brunette standing about 5’6” comes sauntering in the ring. She
has on a tight white t-shirt and black bikini with black wrestling boots. She walks around the ring to
the cheers of the crowd, finally grabbing her crotch with one hand and rocking her other arm
towards the crowd. They go nuts.
“Her opponent,” Ashlyn continues, “hailing from Marion, Wisconsin, give it up for the very cheeky
Charlie Laine.” Charlie enters the ring in a very skimpy schoolgirl outfit; a white top tied in the
middle between her breasts, skirt just barely covering her ass and white thigh high stockings with
garter belts attached to a blue g-string. She has white sneakers on. She is about 5’3” but very fast
around the ring. Her voice is almost comically sweet and high pitched as she runs circles around
Sexton, egging her on to begin the fight.
wrestling goes, this is as underground as it gets. It’s not a long term league, but more of a short
term tournament. With the way these matches are coordinated and fought, not many of the girls
would last long term without long term damage to their bodies. Basically, this is a tournament
determined not only by match wins, but by points. The winner of the tournament gets hoisted to
the next level in women’s competitive fighting, a venue that is very difficult to attain for an amateur.
This tournament was created by a few very rich, very sadistic, very anonymous businessmen who
have a certain masochistic desire to watch other women beat the hell out of one another…below
the belt. There is always a large amount of side betting that goes on and the crowd is mostly male,
mostly with the same kind of attraction to this type of fighting as the sponsors.
The point system is as follows: every shot to the crotch is a point for the fighter who lands the
blow. For every crotch hold, (claw, bite, etc.) every second of the hold is another point. All points
carry over to the fighter’s next match. The tournament ends with a fighter accumulating the
highest number of points and wins combined. The tournament’s goal is currently set for the 1st
fighter to reach both 10 wins and 2,000 points. Matches are won by submission only – no
knockout or pins. To secure only the most exciting of matches, certain penalties are levied if a
submission is given within seven minutes of the commencement of the match. If a fighter gives
within this time period, the match ends, but the losing fighter is tied spread eagle on a corner
turnbuckle and forced to endure a non-stop assault below the belt from the victor for a full ten
minutes. If a submission is given within the first 10 minutes of the fight, the same penalty applies,
but only for 5 minutes. This helps to ensure that fighters try to be as competitive as they can for
as long as they can before submitting.
The fighters are also monetarily compensated per low blow for extra incentive. Every blow is
awarded $25 a point. Most of the girls in the league are young and beautiful, with gorgeous
bodies and it remains a bit of a mystery as to why each would enter this type of tournament. For
some, it’s no doubt a dream to be the winner and member in the next level of women’s wrestling.
For some, it’s the money. Some are just plain fucked up.
The venue is an abandoned underground parking garage. A regulation size ring has been built
in one of the lots. Folding chairs all around and lots of circular fans, as the temperature can be
very stifling hot. The ceiling is low. When standing in the ring, it would not be impossible for a
fighter to be able to jump and reach overhead pipes, and in special matches, there are weapons
hidden above. As a general rule, however, weapons are not allowed in the ring (unless as part of
wrestling attire – belt, boots, etc.)
So, without further delay, let us begin the first match in this “Lowdown Showdown” tournament,
as it has been recently dubbed. The resident MC for the tournament is retired adult actress
Ashlyn Gere, someone who very much has explored the animal side of female aggression in many
of her films.
Ashlyn enters the ring with her microphone to the roars of a very enthusiastic crowd. She wears
a crop top white t-shirt, barely covering her gigantic breasts. On the shirt is written “Put it right
here” and an arrow below pointing down. She wears a skimpy g-string and black boots. She is in
her late ‘40’s, but has a body of a woman in her ‘20’s.
“If you’re here, then you’ve come to see some snatch-slapping, crotch kicking, pussy pounding
action, am I right?” Ashlyn exclaims.
The crowd goes nuts. “Well, enough out of me, then. Let’s get this lowdown showdown on! First,
hailing from Pittsburgh, PA, the very sensational Sam Sexton.”
Sam, a no-nonsense looking brunette standing about 5’6” comes sauntering in the ring. She
has on a tight white t-shirt and black bikini with black wrestling boots. She walks around the ring to
the cheers of the crowd, finally grabbing her crotch with one hand and rocking her other arm
towards the crowd. They go nuts.
“Her opponent,” Ashlyn continues, “hailing from Marion, Wisconsin, give it up for the very cheeky
Charlie Laine.” Charlie enters the ring in a very skimpy schoolgirl outfit; a white top tied in the
middle between her breasts, skirt just barely covering her ass and white thigh high stockings with
garter belts attached to a blue g-string. She has white sneakers on. She is about 5’3” but very fast
around the ring. Her voice is almost comically sweet and high pitched as she runs circles around
Sexton, egging her on to begin the fight.
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