“Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new fighter for you tonight. In a few minutes, we’ll introduce her to you –
be ready to be shocked! She’s in her locker-room now, getting ready!”
Two women sitting at ringside shot each other knowing glances. “I bet she’s getting ready,” she sniffed to
her friend.
Beatrice Goffin sat in the outer room smiling. The legendary amateur submission wrestler was, as people
liked to say, “semi-retired.” In her early fifties, she was still in fantastic shape and could beat 90% of the
women wrestlers. But she had a new project, and her project was in the other room.
There were two women on the floor in the other room. They weren’t quite wrestling, nor were they making
out. It was a little of both.
The woman on top was an incredibly built and muscular blonde woman. Her opponent / lover was also a
bodybuilder, but smaller. The bigger woman grunted as she rocked back and forth, rubbing her crotch
against the other woman. Sweating profusely, she moved quicker and quicker until the other woman cried
out. The blonde, breathing deeply, stopped, grabbed the other woman’s hands and forced her legs apart
by grapevining her. Still sweating and breathing deeply, she leaned down and kissed the other woman, who
at first resisted. But the blonde was too powerful and soon her tongue was inside the other woman’s mouth,
expertly probing and exploring.
The blonde released her grip and pulled the other woman to her feet by her hair. Pushing her roughly
against the wall; her hand shot down and into the smaller bodybuilder’s bikini bottom. She rammed her
fingers inside and began roughly fingering her helpless opponent, all the while kissing her. Within seconds,
the other woman screamed, a combination of ecstasy and pain.
“Very good Fabi, very good,” Goffin said softly. “It’s not enough to win, you must also dominate.”
Fabi smiled and withdrew her tongue and fingers. The woman slumped to the ground, moaning.
“Now get dressed,” Goffin continued. ‘They’re waiting for you outside.”
“Everyone, we promised you a spectacular match, and you’re going to get one,” screamed Candy, the
buxom announcer.
“First, from Chicago, Illinois. She’s 5’6” and 157 pounds and wearing a red bikini – Jennifer Abrams, the
Red Tornado!”
Abrams marched confidently into the ring, her long reddish-brown hair down to the middle of her back.
Stepping between the second and third ropes, she strode confidently to the middle of the ring and flexed
her considerable body.
“And her opponent – are you ready for this! She’s 5’10 and tonight she weighs 195 pounds. She has 16”
guns and is a former Belgian judo champion and black belt. Ladies and gentlemen, from Brussels, Belgium,
the legendary Fabi Antoine!”
be ready to be shocked! She’s in her locker-room now, getting ready!”
Two women sitting at ringside shot each other knowing glances. “I bet she’s getting ready,” she sniffed to
her friend.
- ___________________________________________________________
Beatrice Goffin sat in the outer room smiling. The legendary amateur submission wrestler was, as people
liked to say, “semi-retired.” In her early fifties, she was still in fantastic shape and could beat 90% of the
women wrestlers. But she had a new project, and her project was in the other room.
There were two women on the floor in the other room. They weren’t quite wrestling, nor were they making
out. It was a little of both.
The woman on top was an incredibly built and muscular blonde woman. Her opponent / lover was also a
bodybuilder, but smaller. The bigger woman grunted as she rocked back and forth, rubbing her crotch
against the other woman. Sweating profusely, she moved quicker and quicker until the other woman cried
out. The blonde, breathing deeply, stopped, grabbed the other woman’s hands and forced her legs apart
by grapevining her. Still sweating and breathing deeply, she leaned down and kissed the other woman, who
at first resisted. But the blonde was too powerful and soon her tongue was inside the other woman’s mouth,
expertly probing and exploring.
The blonde released her grip and pulled the other woman to her feet by her hair. Pushing her roughly
against the wall; her hand shot down and into the smaller bodybuilder’s bikini bottom. She rammed her
fingers inside and began roughly fingering her helpless opponent, all the while kissing her. Within seconds,
the other woman screamed, a combination of ecstasy and pain.
“Very good Fabi, very good,” Goffin said softly. “It’s not enough to win, you must also dominate.”
Fabi smiled and withdrew her tongue and fingers. The woman slumped to the ground, moaning.
“Now get dressed,” Goffin continued. ‘They’re waiting for you outside.”
- ______________________________________________________________
“Everyone, we promised you a spectacular match, and you’re going to get one,” screamed Candy, the
buxom announcer.
“First, from Chicago, Illinois. She’s 5’6” and 157 pounds and wearing a red bikini – Jennifer Abrams, the
Red Tornado!”
Abrams marched confidently into the ring, her long reddish-brown hair down to the middle of her back.
Stepping between the second and third ropes, she strode confidently to the middle of the ring and flexed
her considerable body.
“And her opponent – are you ready for this! She’s 5’10 and tonight she weighs 195 pounds. She has 16”
guns and is a former Belgian judo champion and black belt. Ladies and gentlemen, from Brussels, Belgium,
the legendary Fabi Antoine!”
After a couple seconds of silence, the crowd roared as the spotlight shone on Fabi’s dressing room.
Inside the room, a still sweaty Antoine slipped into her outfit. Goffin smiled at her and kissed her gently.
“Good luck, my dear and remember – dominate.”
Antoine smiled back, opened the door and made her way to the ring. Climbing to the top of the apron she
grabbed the top rope and effortlessly leapt into the ring, her flimsy bikini barely containing her massive
chest. Like Abrams before her, she also posed and flexed for the crowd.
“Wow, “Candy exclaimed to her announcing partner, an equally buxom Jan. “What a body. I wonder what’s
it like …”
Jan interrupted her. “Calm down there. We have a match to call.”
The female referee called the two ladies to the centre of the ring. “You know the drill, no outside
interference and don’t try to kill each other. Other than that, I’m just here to count you out. Whenever you’
ve had enough, just tell me.” Not surprisingly, she was looking at Abrams when she said this.
Antoine and Abrams stood toe to toe in the middle of the ring – or more accurately, tit-to-tit. The Belgian
was a little taller; still their full breasts touched.
“Okay ladies, let’s go.”
Neither woman budged; both continued staring at her opponent. A small grin appeared on Fabi’s face as
she extended her arms up.
Candy could barely contain herself, gushing, “Wow, Fabi is fantastic. What a body. And look at her
muscles – they’re huge!” Giggling, she continued, “her thighs are magnificent, aren’t they Jan?”
“For Christ’s sake,” an exasperated Jan replied. “We’re here for a wrestling match!”
Abrams also extended her arms; soon both women’s hands were locked in the classic test of strength.
“Who do you think will win?” asked Candy.
“Hard to say,” replied Jan. “Fabi’s taller though, and that usually makes the difference.”
Sure enough, the huge Belgian slowly started applying downward pressure on her younger and smaller
American opponent, methodically twisting her wrists.
“Looks like you’re right,” Candy said. “Down she goes!”
Abrams, realizing Antoine was too big and strong, suddenly lashed out with her foot and kicked Antoine,
catching her squarely in the crotch. Antoine released her grip and crumpled to the mat.
“Well, welcome to the AWF, Fabi. There aren’t a lot of rules here. You better get used to it,” said Jan
But Antoine quickly made it to her feet; but maybe a little too quickly as Abrams deftly caught her in a side
headlock. The powerful American then flipped the blonde to the mat with the side headlock still firmly on,
Abrams impressive arms squeezing Antoine’s head into her chest.
“Good move girl,” Candy cried. “I wonder if Fabi’s enjoying the view, tee hee! Fabi sure has a nice pair of
puppies!”
But Antoine was far from worried. This was a simple hold and while Abrams was a strong woman, there was
no way Antoine was going to submit.
Jan also realized this. “Let’s not underestimate Fabi. After all, she’s a black belt and a judo champion. I’m
sure she’s not too worried.”
As if on cue, Antoine pulled back Abrams’ head by her hair, and then caught her in a head scissors.
“Look at that!” cried Candy. “What an awesome move!”
“Oh come on,” replied Jan.” That’s wrestling 101 for Pete’s sake.”
Antoine’s massive thighs pulsated as she squeezed harder and harder. Alertly, the referee asked Abrams
if she was okay. “Ya had enough? Just tell me when honey.”
“No,” was the muffled reply.
But Antoine was too close to the ropes, and Abrams managed to slip her leg over the bottom rope.
“Alright,” the ref warned Antoine, “break the hold.”
Goffin always taught her pupil to take full advantage of the rules, to do anything short of being disqualified,
so she kept the scissors tightly applied.’
“Break it, Antoine. One, two, three, four, five…”
At the count of five, Antoine released the hold and Abrams quickly scampered away.
Although the match was only a couple of minutes old, Antoine knew that she was far too powerful and
skilled for her American opponent. Her lack of attention caught up to her again as Abrams managed to
land another kick to Antoine’s midsection. Abrams quickly followed up by scooping up the bigger Belgian
and sending here crashing to the mat.
“A great bodyslam,” cried Candy. Jan agreed. “Not bad, not bad at all. I hope Antoine is taking her
opponent seriously tonight. As you know anyone can win anytime in the AWF!”
Abrams quickly covered Antoine for the pin. “One, t….” was as far as the referee got as Antoine easily
kicked out from the pin, tossing Abrams across the ring.
The two women got to their feet and warily circled each other. Antoine would feint a punch or kick, testing
Abrams’ defences. At just the right moment, Antoine shot in low with a two-leg takedown and brought the
surprised Abrams to the mat. She quickly covered Abrams, trying to work in an armbar, but once again
Abrams forced a break by finding the ropes.
“Well folks, this is a great match so far, wouldn’t you agree Jan?”
“I don’t know Candy. Antoine seems too quick and all Abrams knows how to do is to kick and find the
ropes.”
The two women met in the middle of the ring again; this time Antoine grabbed Abrams’ arm and Irish-
whipped her into the ropes. Abrams shot back towards Antoine who caught her, scooped her up and then
sent her crashing to the mat with a bulldog bodyslam. The air seemed to rush out of Abrams’ body as she
hit the mat.
Antoine took her time over the fallen Abrams.
“This could be a big mistake,” said Candy. “Never let a woman up, never give her a chance!”
A sceptical Jan shook her head. I don’t think so, Candy. Fabi’s in total command here.”
Antoine gently dropped on top of Abrams, covering her for a pin. It was a last pin attempt though, as the ref
started counting. “One, two, thr…” Abrams managed to barely lift her shoulder.
Shrugging her shoulders, Fabi violently lifted Abrams to her feet by her hair. She then effortlessly put the
157 pound bodybuilder over her shoulder, went to a corner and climbed to the second rope.
“Oh, oh,” cried Candy, “Gues what’s coming now!”
Placing Abrams on the top rope, the powerful Belgian lifted her opponent in the air, then suplexed her
down to the mat with an amazing display of strength. Abrams’ body bounced as she hit the mat.
“Incredible,” exclaimed Candy. What a beast!”
Antoine stayed on top of the fallen American; the ref started her count. “One, two…” Antoine, smiling,
jerked her opponent’s head off the mat. She shook her head as if to say, not yet, not yet.
Fabi pulled Abrams up farther. She then expertly pulled off Abrams’s bikini top, much to the pleasure of the
males in the crowd – and Candy, who giggled at the sight of Abram’s full chest. She then wrapped the
string around Abrams’ neck and began choking her. Abrams frantically clawed at her neck as the referee
yelled at Antoine.
“Break the fucking hold, Antoine, Break it or I’ll disqualify you. One, two, three, four, f….”
Just before the five count, Antoine broke the hold and Abrams crumpled to the mat.
Antoine then slowly and deliberately snuck behind Abrams. Putting one arm across her throat and the
other on top of Abrams’ head, Antoine completed the rear-naked choke, THE LION KILLER, the Sleeper.
As she slowly applied more pressure, she gently brushed the American’s hair off her forehead. “There is
no escape, my dear, no escape. You are too weak for me. Do you know I could kill you now?” With that,
she jerked her arms together.
Abrams frantically pounded the mat, signalling her submission. The ref immediately jumped in and forced
Antoine’s arms apart – she knew how dangerous this woman was. She forced Antoine to a neutral corner
as she tended to a gasping Abrams. Antoine just smiled. She looked over towards her dressing room and
saw Goffin standing in the doorway. Goffin smiled at her and pointed to the ground.
Fabi went over to her fallen opponent and shoved the ref away. She sat down on Abrams’ face and began
grinding her muscular ass in Abrams’ face, who desperately clawed at the big woman. Antoine would lift
herself up periodically, let Abrams gulp in some air and then plop herself right back down. Grabbing
Abrams’ by the hair, she pulled Abrams; faced right up to her crotch, rubbing it roughly.
“Okay, okay, I give, “sobbed Abrams. “No more!”
Finally, the ref pulled Antoine off her crushed opponent and raised her arm in victory. Candy meanwhile
had made her way to the ring. Dressed in an incredibly short skirt and tank top and half a foot shorter than
Antoine, she spoke.
“Ladies and gentlemen, after only 4 minutes and 20 seconds, the winner, Fabi Antoine!”
“Wow!,” Candy continued. “You’re incredible! And what a body! I bet you didn’t learn those moves in the
dojo!”
Ignoring her, Antoine took the microphone and in a thick French accent addressed the crowd. “I am the
baddest, meanest woman in wrestling. I am too big, too strong, too skilled for any woman alive. I will beat
and I will humiliate any one who dares enter the ring.”
With that she dropped the mic and began flexing – her thighs, her legs, her shoulders and her arms, which
she kissed. After her routine, she left the ring and went back to her dressing room.
“You were very good,” whispered Goffin, “very good.”
“Thank you, Bea. You have been a great teacher – and a great friend.”
Goffin smiled. “I think you’ve earned your victory treat, no?”
Antoine smiled and dropped to the floor of the room. Goffin tenderly went behind her and wrapped her
powerful legs around her fellow Belgian’s neck, crossing the legs in a figure-four scissors. Despite being in
her fifties, Goffin still had powerful legs – and of course – technique. As she started squeezing, Antoine’s
hands went down to her own bikini bottom. She pulled the flimsy fabric aside and her hands darted inside,
pumping, pulsating. Within minutes, she brought herself to orgasm – at the precise time she fell
unconscious from the figure-four head scissor.
Inside the room, a still sweaty Antoine slipped into her outfit. Goffin smiled at her and kissed her gently.
“Good luck, my dear and remember – dominate.”
Antoine smiled back, opened the door and made her way to the ring. Climbing to the top of the apron she
grabbed the top rope and effortlessly leapt into the ring, her flimsy bikini barely containing her massive
chest. Like Abrams before her, she also posed and flexed for the crowd.
“Wow, “Candy exclaimed to her announcing partner, an equally buxom Jan. “What a body. I wonder what’s
it like …”
Jan interrupted her. “Calm down there. We have a match to call.”
The female referee called the two ladies to the centre of the ring. “You know the drill, no outside
interference and don’t try to kill each other. Other than that, I’m just here to count you out. Whenever you’
ve had enough, just tell me.” Not surprisingly, she was looking at Abrams when she said this.
Antoine and Abrams stood toe to toe in the middle of the ring – or more accurately, tit-to-tit. The Belgian
was a little taller; still their full breasts touched.
“Okay ladies, let’s go.”
Neither woman budged; both continued staring at her opponent. A small grin appeared on Fabi’s face as
she extended her arms up.
Candy could barely contain herself, gushing, “Wow, Fabi is fantastic. What a body. And look at her
muscles – they’re huge!” Giggling, she continued, “her thighs are magnificent, aren’t they Jan?”
“For Christ’s sake,” an exasperated Jan replied. “We’re here for a wrestling match!”
Abrams also extended her arms; soon both women’s hands were locked in the classic test of strength.
“Who do you think will win?” asked Candy.
“Hard to say,” replied Jan. “Fabi’s taller though, and that usually makes the difference.”
Sure enough, the huge Belgian slowly started applying downward pressure on her younger and smaller
American opponent, methodically twisting her wrists.
“Looks like you’re right,” Candy said. “Down she goes!”
Abrams, realizing Antoine was too big and strong, suddenly lashed out with her foot and kicked Antoine,
catching her squarely in the crotch. Antoine released her grip and crumpled to the mat.
“Well, welcome to the AWF, Fabi. There aren’t a lot of rules here. You better get used to it,” said Jan
But Antoine quickly made it to her feet; but maybe a little too quickly as Abrams deftly caught her in a side
headlock. The powerful American then flipped the blonde to the mat with the side headlock still firmly on,
Abrams impressive arms squeezing Antoine’s head into her chest.
“Good move girl,” Candy cried. “I wonder if Fabi’s enjoying the view, tee hee! Fabi sure has a nice pair of
puppies!”
But Antoine was far from worried. This was a simple hold and while Abrams was a strong woman, there was
no way Antoine was going to submit.
Jan also realized this. “Let’s not underestimate Fabi. After all, she’s a black belt and a judo champion. I’m
sure she’s not too worried.”
As if on cue, Antoine pulled back Abrams’ head by her hair, and then caught her in a head scissors.
“Look at that!” cried Candy. “What an awesome move!”
“Oh come on,” replied Jan.” That’s wrestling 101 for Pete’s sake.”
Antoine’s massive thighs pulsated as she squeezed harder and harder. Alertly, the referee asked Abrams
if she was okay. “Ya had enough? Just tell me when honey.”
“No,” was the muffled reply.
But Antoine was too close to the ropes, and Abrams managed to slip her leg over the bottom rope.
“Alright,” the ref warned Antoine, “break the hold.”
Goffin always taught her pupil to take full advantage of the rules, to do anything short of being disqualified,
so she kept the scissors tightly applied.’
“Break it, Antoine. One, two, three, four, five…”
At the count of five, Antoine released the hold and Abrams quickly scampered away.
Although the match was only a couple of minutes old, Antoine knew that she was far too powerful and
skilled for her American opponent. Her lack of attention caught up to her again as Abrams managed to
land another kick to Antoine’s midsection. Abrams quickly followed up by scooping up the bigger Belgian
and sending here crashing to the mat.
“A great bodyslam,” cried Candy. Jan agreed. “Not bad, not bad at all. I hope Antoine is taking her
opponent seriously tonight. As you know anyone can win anytime in the AWF!”
Abrams quickly covered Antoine for the pin. “One, t….” was as far as the referee got as Antoine easily
kicked out from the pin, tossing Abrams across the ring.
The two women got to their feet and warily circled each other. Antoine would feint a punch or kick, testing
Abrams’ defences. At just the right moment, Antoine shot in low with a two-leg takedown and brought the
surprised Abrams to the mat. She quickly covered Abrams, trying to work in an armbar, but once again
Abrams forced a break by finding the ropes.
“Well folks, this is a great match so far, wouldn’t you agree Jan?”
“I don’t know Candy. Antoine seems too quick and all Abrams knows how to do is to kick and find the
ropes.”
The two women met in the middle of the ring again; this time Antoine grabbed Abrams’ arm and Irish-
whipped her into the ropes. Abrams shot back towards Antoine who caught her, scooped her up and then
sent her crashing to the mat with a bulldog bodyslam. The air seemed to rush out of Abrams’ body as she
hit the mat.
Antoine took her time over the fallen Abrams.
“This could be a big mistake,” said Candy. “Never let a woman up, never give her a chance!”
A sceptical Jan shook her head. I don’t think so, Candy. Fabi’s in total command here.”
Antoine gently dropped on top of Abrams, covering her for a pin. It was a last pin attempt though, as the ref
started counting. “One, two, thr…” Abrams managed to barely lift her shoulder.
Shrugging her shoulders, Fabi violently lifted Abrams to her feet by her hair. She then effortlessly put the
157 pound bodybuilder over her shoulder, went to a corner and climbed to the second rope.
“Oh, oh,” cried Candy, “Gues what’s coming now!”
Placing Abrams on the top rope, the powerful Belgian lifted her opponent in the air, then suplexed her
down to the mat with an amazing display of strength. Abrams’ body bounced as she hit the mat.
“Incredible,” exclaimed Candy. What a beast!”
Antoine stayed on top of the fallen American; the ref started her count. “One, two…” Antoine, smiling,
jerked her opponent’s head off the mat. She shook her head as if to say, not yet, not yet.
Fabi pulled Abrams up farther. She then expertly pulled off Abrams’s bikini top, much to the pleasure of the
males in the crowd – and Candy, who giggled at the sight of Abram’s full chest. She then wrapped the
string around Abrams’ neck and began choking her. Abrams frantically clawed at her neck as the referee
yelled at Antoine.
“Break the fucking hold, Antoine, Break it or I’ll disqualify you. One, two, three, four, f….”
Just before the five count, Antoine broke the hold and Abrams crumpled to the mat.
Antoine then slowly and deliberately snuck behind Abrams. Putting one arm across her throat and the
other on top of Abrams’ head, Antoine completed the rear-naked choke, THE LION KILLER, the Sleeper.
As she slowly applied more pressure, she gently brushed the American’s hair off her forehead. “There is
no escape, my dear, no escape. You are too weak for me. Do you know I could kill you now?” With that,
she jerked her arms together.
Abrams frantically pounded the mat, signalling her submission. The ref immediately jumped in and forced
Antoine’s arms apart – she knew how dangerous this woman was. She forced Antoine to a neutral corner
as she tended to a gasping Abrams. Antoine just smiled. She looked over towards her dressing room and
saw Goffin standing in the doorway. Goffin smiled at her and pointed to the ground.
Fabi went over to her fallen opponent and shoved the ref away. She sat down on Abrams’ face and began
grinding her muscular ass in Abrams’ face, who desperately clawed at the big woman. Antoine would lift
herself up periodically, let Abrams gulp in some air and then plop herself right back down. Grabbing
Abrams’ by the hair, she pulled Abrams; faced right up to her crotch, rubbing it roughly.
“Okay, okay, I give, “sobbed Abrams. “No more!”
Finally, the ref pulled Antoine off her crushed opponent and raised her arm in victory. Candy meanwhile
had made her way to the ring. Dressed in an incredibly short skirt and tank top and half a foot shorter than
Antoine, she spoke.
“Ladies and gentlemen, after only 4 minutes and 20 seconds, the winner, Fabi Antoine!”
“Wow!,” Candy continued. “You’re incredible! And what a body! I bet you didn’t learn those moves in the
dojo!”
Ignoring her, Antoine took the microphone and in a thick French accent addressed the crowd. “I am the
baddest, meanest woman in wrestling. I am too big, too strong, too skilled for any woman alive. I will beat
and I will humiliate any one who dares enter the ring.”
With that she dropped the mic and began flexing – her thighs, her legs, her shoulders and her arms, which
she kissed. After her routine, she left the ring and went back to her dressing room.
- _______________________________________________________________________
“You were very good,” whispered Goffin, “very good.”
“Thank you, Bea. You have been a great teacher – and a great friend.”
Goffin smiled. “I think you’ve earned your victory treat, no?”
Antoine smiled and dropped to the floor of the room. Goffin tenderly went behind her and wrapped her
powerful legs around her fellow Belgian’s neck, crossing the legs in a figure-four scissors. Despite being in
her fifties, Goffin still had powerful legs – and of course – technique. As she started squeezing, Antoine’s
hands went down to her own bikini bottom. She pulled the flimsy fabric aside and her hands darted inside,
pumping, pulsating. Within minutes, she brought herself to orgasm – at the precise time she fell
unconscious from the figure-four head scissor.
THIS MATCH OCCURS BEFORE EPISODE 1 DURING A RUN OF
HOUSE SHOWS FOR THE NEW FEDERATION.
HOUSE SHOWS FOR THE NEW FEDERATION.
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