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[Female Bodybuilding]

Aubrie Richeson vs. Lindsey Cope
by FemaleBodyBuilding
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FBB Wrestling/Dom Story
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Aubrie Richeson: 20 years old, 5'8, 142 lbs, 33-27-37





Lindsey Cope: 22 years old, 5'5, 145 lbs





Aubrie Richeson was an up and coming fitness competitor and was getting a lot of attention. Her cute face and beautiful six-pack had her in magazines and getting her interviewed. This did not sit well with Lindsey Cope. Lindsey was not one to like others getting attention and she wanted to show little Ms. Richeson a lesson.

Lindsey knew that Aubrie trained in a large private gym that she rented out. Lindsey paid off the owner to let her in at the same time and threatened to snap him in half if he interfered with what she was about to do.

Aubrie was working on her abs in the crunch machine. Every single abdominal would flex and relax as she did her work out. She was wearing a tight training bra leaving her sexy abs exposed and some very short shorts that showed off her strong thighs and ass.

"That's some body you have there Aubrie" Lindsey says with a smirk.
"What are you doing here?" Aubrie snapped back.
"I'm here to see what all the fuss is about you. I have to say I'm not impressed." Lindsey replies
"Fuck you," Aubrie yells at Lindsey, "Soon I'll be the only thing people will be talking about. Nobody will know who you even are."
"Care to back that up?" Lindsey replies
"YEAH!" Aubrie yells in anger
"Then you won't care to prove that you're stronger than me" Lindsey tells her with a confident look on her face.
"Alright, how do you want me to prove that?" Aubrie answers defiantly.
"You see that ring over there? You and me on it right now" Lindsey says to challenge the taller girl.
"You're on!" Aubrie replies.
Both girls meet in the ring. Aubrie's abs glistened with sweat from her workout. Lindsey begins to take off her clothes to reveal a training bra and shorts. Her six-pack was incredibly well defined.
"Still think you can beat me bitch?" Lindsey tells Aubrie. "I'm going to enjoy this very much."

Both girls walk to the middle of the ring and lock up in the center. Aubrie pushes with all her strength and tries to push Lindsey. Lindsey simply smiled at Aubrie. "Is that the bet you've got?" Lindsey tells Aubrie as she pushs her into the ring corner. Aubrie slams into the corner. Lindsey begins to hammer away at Aubrie's abs. Aubrie was surprised by the sudden attack from Lindsey and was unable to flex to be able to stop the blow. Lindsey then cocks back and hits her right in the solar-plexus

Aubrie gets the air knocked out of her. Lindsey lets Aubrie fall on her knees and then slams her fists into Aubrie's back. Aubrie falls onto her face as she tries to regain her breath. Lindsey doesn't let her as she turns her onto her back and begins and onslaught on Aubrie's sexy six-pack. Lindsey kept punching Aubrie in the abs as she smiled and put everything behind each blow. Aubrie laid there trying to stop the attack. She was coughing very heavily.

Lindsey stopped her assault and laughed at Aubrie. Aubrie just laid there. Her glistening abs flexing in and out as she was trying to recuperate from the blows to her abs. Aubrie was powerless to stop Lindsey. Lindsey proceeded to put Aubrie spread eagle. Lindsey then runs her finger down Aubrie's abs.

"You have some very strong and sexy abs." Lindsey says with a smile. She runs her tongue up Aubrie's abs. She then gets up and gives Aubrie a quick stomp to the middle of her stomach. Aubrie doubles over in pain. Lindsey smiles and drops her elbow with full weight onto Aubrie's exposed abs. She continues to do this a couple of times until Aubrie begins to look a little dazed.

Lindsey stops after an elbow drop and just lays on top of Aubrie. Aubrie can feel Lindseys' stronger abs on top of her bruised and beaten ones. "Are you ready to admit that I'm better than you?" Lindsey says.
"Fuck you" Aubrie replies weakly.
"Very unwise" Lindsey replies. Lindsey gets up and pulls Aubrie up. She picks her up and puts her up against the ropes.

"Now I want you to stay in place Aubrie, but its obvious that you're too weak to hold up your own weight, so let me help you." Lindsey pulls the bottom rope up to keep Aubries arms trapped between the two ropes keeping Aubrie in place. Aubrie's head hung weakly as she looked down at her six-pack flex as she breathed in and out.

Now we are going to go at this until you admit that I am the best, strongest, and best looking one of us. After not getting a response from Aubrie, Lindsey screamed and began hitting the defenseless Aubrie with a flury of lefts and rights. Aubrie could only scream and try in vain to flex her abs. Lindsey could feel the tensile strength of Aubrie's abs leaving her.

The animalistic Lindsey goes up to the battered Aubrie and lifts up her chin. She kisses her gently on the forehead before giving her a huge headbutt. Aubrie's legs give way and if it weren't for the ropes she would have fallen flat on her face.

"Poor baby" Lindsey says before laughing histeracally. She moves the ropes and Aubrie falls flat on her stomach. Lindsey then lifts Aubrie's head off the ground slightly and puts her into a camel clutch. Lindsey keeps pulling back on Aubrie bending her further and further. "COME ON AUBRIE!!! TELL ME I'M THE BEST!" Lindsey yells.

"NO!!!" Aubrie screams back in agony. Lindsey releases her hold and gets up. Aubrie is still flat on her stomach. Lindsey stands on Aubrie's hamstrings and begins to wrap her feet around hers. She grabs
Aubrie's arms and pulls her up and places her in a ceiling hold. Aubrie screams in pain as her abs try to keep her weight up. Her weakened abs are almost clompletely powerless. Lindsey doesn't even ask her what she want's to hear she is enjoying this too much.


She finally releases the ceiling hold and Aubrie falls onto her stomach again. Lindsey once again sits on top of the small of Aubrie's back and lifts up her head, this time she wraps her arm around Aubrie's neck. Aubrie could feel the life getting choked out of her.

"SAY IT BITCH! SAY IT OR I'LL KILL YOU!" Lindsey screams as she tighetens her arm around Aubrie's neck. After all this punishment, Aubrie doesn't doubht Lindsey's threats.

"You're the best" Aubrie says weakly.
"WHAT WAS THAT?!" Lindsey says to rub it in.
"YOU'RE THE BEST!" Aubrie screams at the top of her lungs.

Lindsey screams and flexes her large biceps and completely knocks Aubrie out. Lindsey gets up and looks at her fallen victim.

A few hours later, Aubrie wakes up, more sore than she has ever been in her life. Her abs were battered and beaten down. She heads to go home and to recover after the ass kicking she received. A few weeks later she gets a DVD in the mail from someone. When she plays it, she sees that it is the fight between her and Lindsey. It comes with a letter in it.

"So you never forget who is better.

Love, Lindsey"

"I'm gonna get back at that bitch" Aubrie says to herself.

THE END.

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I like it couldn't have picked 2 hotter girls to go at it ( it also helps im crazy for abs ) K+ for you thx for the story

[Female Bodybuilding]

The Battle Royale
by FemaleBodyBuilding
Women's Wrestling Story

With the unexpected departure of Heather, the management team of the
POWA was faced with their first crisis.   First of all they had
envisioned Heather as being their marquee wrestler and star attraction,
but even more importantly right now, they had planned to feature her in
the next televise wrestling show which was only two weeks away.   The
plan was to have Heather face Helen in what would have promised to be a
very intriguing match.  But with Heather out of the picture, they needed
to start from scratch.

One thing was for sure however, and that was that Maggie would face
Barbie Doll for the singles title.  But the rest of the show had to be
re-constructed, and there was little time to do it.  To make matters
worse, as only the second show of the new management, it needed to be
something special.  The interest and ratings from the first show were
promising, but they needed to keep the momentum going.  And so they sat
in the offices until late at night, brainstorming.  Finally, after the
last pot of coffee had been polished off, they came up with an idea. 

Maggie would face Barbie Doll, that much was given, but for the other
two matches, they devised an interesting theme which would hopefully
kill two birds with one stone.  On the one hand, with Heather leaving,
Jo forced into retirement and Marisa showing little signs of life, they
needed some new blood.  Kim, the newest wrestler, showed promise, but
she was no star attraction.  So they needed some fresh faces.

In anticipation of  that need they had held auditions at the arena over
the past two weeks.  The plan was to schedule these auditions from time
to time in order to put together a pool of applicants to choose from
when the time came.  It was a long term plan and not expected to produce
results for at least a few more months, but the auditions had drawn a
fair amount of women, and a few even showed potential.  And so, they
decided to pick the top six aspirants and put them in the ring together
in a "Battle Royale".  It was a risky proposition, but could always be
edited if it proved disastrous.  And so they decided to go ahead and
give it a try.

That would be the first match of the evening, with the Championship
Match scheduled second, and expanding on the theme, the top eight
wrestlers of the POWA would compete in another "Battle Royale", with the
last woman left in the ring earning the next shot at the singles title. 
If nothing else, it promised to make for a very interesting evening.

And so the staff had their work cut out for them.  They needed to
contact all of the wrestlers, schedule the new applicants to come in and
sign interim contracts and receive some brief training and make sure
everything was ready.  It was a hectic couple of weeks, bit on the night
of the show, everything seemed to fall in place.

Because of the vast number of wrestlers competing on this night, locker
rooms were in short supply.  In fact, all six of the newcomers were
forced to share one locker room in order to prepare for their match, and
that proved to be an interesting experience.  The tension was thick in
that room, especially since they would be competing against each other
in the ring in a very short while, but for now they were competing
solely for space.   

It was a very diverse group, each unique in some way.  They seemed to
split up, each half making their preparations on one side of the small
room.  A cute girl with very fair skin, ultra blonde hair and a face
full of freckles sat on a chair, tying her boots.  She looked like she
had just come from cheerleading practice and was probably no older than
19.  Though she did look athletic, she also looked very out of place.  A
few feet away from her stood a tough looking woman named Tammy, probably
in her mid 20's, with an angry snarl stretched across her face.  She
looked like she was mad at the world, and about to take it out on anyone
who got in her way.  Next to her was a thin Oriental woman named May,
probably in her late 20's or early 30's, who looked like she had
wrestled before.  She wore the attire of a wrestler with knee and elbow
pads, and seemed the most professional in her preparations.     

Across the room were the other three women, again, all quite
interesting.  The prettiest girl in the room was a tall, statuesque
woman with a perfect body and gorgeous face named Renee.  She sat on a
bench next to the dressing table and mirror.  Her caramel brown skin
glistened as she stretched her long legs in front of her.  Standing next
to her and checking herself over in the mirror was by far the most
intimidating woman in the room.  Bertha stood approximately  6'2" and
weighed at least 240 pounds, and probably more.  She had a fluffy,
though short Afro, and her skin was very dark.  Sitting below her at the
dressing table and combing her hair in the mirror was the last of the 6
women.  She was very pretty too, but in a manner much too prissy to be a
wrestler.  The way she combed her hair in the mirror was even further
evidence of that, revealing a sort of elitist, high society personality
.  But she had by far the most interesting story to tell, so rather than
try to tell it, I'll let her.

This was it.  From when I had first started thinking about wrestling
over 3 months ago, this would be the result of all my hard work.  I sat
there in front of the mirror brushing my hair, my mind completely blank. 
I was thinking about how and why I was here, and flash backed to the
first conversation I had with my husband on the topic.

My husband is a world class athlete, a football player.  No, I won't
tell you who he is, but trust me, you've heard of him.  We attended
college down south, where he was a legend.  I was an athlete too, and a
pretty good one of I say so myself.  I ran track, and took third place
in the 800 meters at the Nationals in my Junior year.  I met my husband
as a result of my running track, we fell in love, and got married soon
after. 

But even though he was a legend and I was a successful athlete, we had
to deal with our share of adversity.  You see my husband is black and I
am white, and in the South, that didn't go over too well back then.  But
we overcame it and moved on.  He went on to play football for two
different leagues and made millions and millions of dollars.  We never
had children, so I kind of faded into the background.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, but it is hard to go from being
a recognized, national level athlete to being a housewife.  I still
trained, I still ran, but I didn't "Compete", and that is what I missed
most.  The years passed and I reached 30, and even a few more years
before I couldn't take it anymore.  I needed to start competing again at
something, anything.

I couldn't run track anymore, nor did I want to.  I wasn't very good in
team sports.  Golf was boring, tennis and me never meshed and so I
searched for something.  My husband was completely supportive, in fact I
think he loved the idea that I wanted to do something.  Somebody
suggested boxing, and the thought intrigued me, so I went down to a gym
and met a trainer my husband had made arrangements with.

I worked with him for two weeks on technique, learning how to punch, all
the things a boxer needs to learn.  And then he felt I was ready to
spar.  I was ready, pumped, excited.  He had me go against another girl
who was at least 4 or 5 inches shorter than me, so I was really pumped. 
I was ready to pummel her, but in the first 30 seconds, she hit me with
three straight jabs right on my nose and made it bleed.  That ended my
boxing career.

I liked boxing, but I wasn't going to walk around with black eyes all
the time.  Finally I read an article about wrestling.  There were a few
small wrestling organizations popping up around the country, and even
more training camps for women to attend.  So my husband hired someone to
look into for me, and found the best wrestling camp in the country.  I
had to live there for 6 weeks, which I did, but came out ready to become
a wrestler.

The next step was to find somewhere I could actually wrestler.  I didn't
want to do it too close to home, and I didn't want to advertise it. 
Neither did my husband.  He was proud and supportive, but it is not the
kind of undertaking that a star broadcasts about his wife.  But I found
an ad in a local newspaper about an audition that was being held by a
group which had just purchased a small women's wrestling outfit, and so
I went.

I sat in the first row in front of the ring for over an hour as a
numerous other girls jumped up into the ring and showed what they had. 
I met another girl there, and we talked for awhile as we waited to be
called.  She was nice, and very pretty.   In fact it was kind of funny,
because even though she was black and I was white, we looked somewhat
similar.  We were both about 5'9" and both had long black hair.  She
probably weighed about 125 lbs, while I was about 135 or so.  We even
had on similar attire.  I wore a pink, sleeveless leotard, while she had
a matching pink, two piece outfit. 

Finally I was called, and to my surprise, she was called next.  We
climbed into the ring and faced each other, each of us a bit nervous. 
Anyway, we wrestled for about 5 minutes, each of us doing reasonably
well before they stopped us and asked us to fill out some forms. 

That was it until I was called last week and offered to come and wrestle
here tonight, so here I am.

I turned my attention back to my hair, but by now I think I had annoyed
the other girls.  One of them looked like your typical trailer park
white trash, and came up behind me before she pushed me out of the way.   

"Let's go bitch!  Outta my way!"

I didn't want to make a big scene, especially since it was almost time
to wrestle anyway, and so I stepped aside while giving her a dirty look. 
But as I walked away, I bumped into the big mountain of a woman.  She
was none to happy either, and shoved me to the floor. 

"Watch where you're going, stupid!'  she remarked. 

I could tell none of them were very happy with me.  After all I was
wearing a string bikini, my black hair down to my backside.  I had
gotten a special Henna treatment for my hair, had a bikini wax, a full
body massage and skin treatment all the day before.  So I guess I didn't
look much like a wrestler.  But I figured that if I was going to do
this, I was going to do it in style.  The problem was that even though
the crowd would probably like me, the other wrestlers didn't.  Well, all
except the girl I had met at the audition. 

She too was wearing a bikini, but not quite as skimpy as mine.  But she
sat off to the side minding her own business.  She glanced across when I
was shoved to the floor, but she didn't react.  She just took it all in.

Finally we were called to enter the arena.  I could hear the crowd
cheering as we waited to be introduced.  They lined us up so that we
would enter according to height, so I next to last, just ahead of
Bertha.  They all went in, the lights and noise were unbelievable each
time they opened the door.  Finally my turn came and I heard him blurt
out, "CINDY!" as I trotted down the aisle and climbed up into the ring. 

The announcer  went over the rules, which were basically that there were
none.  Last girl left in the ring at the end would be the winner.  No
referee in the ring, so anything went.   He finished up his speech and
then climbed out as the crowd erupted.  It was almost like being at one
of my husband's football games, only I was the one on the field, wearing
considerably less padding than he wore.

My heart began to race as I knew the start of the match was only seconds
away.  I was standing in a corner with my arms up on the top rope , but
only a few feet away to my right was Bertha.  I kept sight of her at all
times, expecting to get out of her way once he bell rang.  Finally it
did, and I stared at her intently.

To my relief, she moved away from me and I felt my whole body release
all of it's tension.  I relaxed a bit and prepared to move out into the
ring when all of a sudden I felt a tremendous blast hit my stomach.  I
had not been paying attention to my left, and so the white trash had
snuck up on me and rammed her knee into my gut.   Since I didn't expect
it, my stomach hurt even more.  It was throbbing with searing pain as I
was bent forward, but before I knew what hit me, she rammed her knee
upward into my face, knocking me back into the corner.

I must have looked as bas as I felt, because she left me alone and went
after someone else.  My arms sailed back over the top rope and my whole
body drooped back against them.  It was almost like the Rocky movies
where I heard nothing but that slow buzzing noise and everyone around me
was moving in slow motion. 

I knew I had to pull myself together and so I shook my head and tried to
focus my vision.  I stayed in the corner for a few more seconds,
surveying the action.  Bertha had scooped up the blonde cheerleader and
was carrying her over to  the side of the ring.  That girl looked even
less like a wrestler than I did, so it was no surprise that she was the
first to go.  But Bertha not only tossed her out of the ring, she tossed
her body into the 4th row!     

I started to move out of the corner, only 4 other girls left now. 
Renee, the girl I had faced at the audition, was paired off against the
Oriental girl, and they were going at each other pretty good.  Bertha
seemed to have her sights set on the white trash, but I beat her to it. 

She was facing Bertha, with her back to me, and so I got her in a neck
lock from behind, wrapping my arm around her throat.  I pulled my arm in
toward my body as hard as I could, and since I was much taller than her,
it was easy to keep the pressure on. 

But Bertha didn't seem too happy that I had stolen her target, and so
she stormed over and with one complete revolution of her arm, slammed
the bottom of her fist into the top of my head.  I felt my knees get
weak and I immediately lost the hold.  The white trash girl jerked
herself free and turned to grab me, but luckily Bertha had other plans. 

She grabbed her by the hair and tossed her toward the corner.  But as
she raced toward the corner, along the way she collided with the
Oriental girl, and the momentum sent the two of them slamming to the
turnbuckle.  Though the force with which they had been thrown into the
corner was scary to me, the crowd actually found it quite amusing. 

As Bertha made her way across the ring toward the two of them, I found
myself faced with Renee.  With the tow of us now free of other
opponents, we knew we had to face off against each other.  I started to
move slowly toward her, and she did the same.  We finally locked arms in
the center of the ring, and the struggle began.  I tried to push her
backward and she tried to push me from side to side, neither of us
gaining much ground. 

Finally I remembered a move I learned at camp, and twirled my body
around, pulling her arm with me.  I yanked her arm over my shoulder as
my back landed against her stomach, and then rammed my free elbow into
her gut.  She groaned loudly, but I then tugged on her arm and pulled
her over my shoulder, sending her flipping into the air.  The crowd
cheered as I kept hold of her arm and twisted it, pulling it away from
her body.

It was my first real wrestling move in a real wrestling match, and it
had been successful.  I could hear Renee groaning as I tugged on her
arm, but the cheers of  the crowd were so gratifying that I didn't care
about Renee.  That was what I had longed for.  Besides the feeling of
competing, I missed the crowd cheering for me.  I missed that adulation
that comes with being a successful athlete, and I was basking in it. 

[Female Bodybuilding]

Poor Renee was the victim of my search for praise, but I didn't care. 
In fact I immediately went for more.  As she was lying on her back, I
moved on closer and planted my foot on the side of her chest, tugging on
her arm even further.  I then twisted my body as to apply more pressure,
yanking on her arm in the process.  The crowd was roaring, and I was in
my glory.  I now had my back to Renee as she lay below me, twisting on
her trapped arm. 

But the pain must have become too much and so she reached up and grabbed
hold of the waistband on my bikini.  She yanked it with one quick, fast
tug, and as it was forced away from my body, I fell over and onto my
side.  The crowd continued to cheer, but this time not for me.  Bertha,
meanwhile was in the corner, tossing one of the girls around in a circle
by her arm and leg.  As I got to my feet, she let go of her, and she
slammed into me, knocking us both over. 

I didn't even know who it was who hit me, all I know is that she hit me
in the ribs, and it hurt!  I rolled onto my side and tired to get my
legs out from under me.  I pushed myself up, but before I new what
happened, I heard a horrible WHAP and then felt an incredible pain in my
stomach.  I dropped to my knees and looked over to the side to see what
had hit me.

To my surprise, Tammy had been the one who Bertha had thrown into me,
and she had gotten to her feet before me, kicking me in the gut again. 
I'll say one thing for her, she knows how to hit you in the stomach.  I
was still on my knees when she came up next to me and grabbed a handful
of my hair.  Then she started to yell at me, and that entertained
Bertha, who was making her way over.

Bertha seemed like she was about to grab hold of my attacker,  but her
verbal assault on me seemed to put the skids to that as Bertha stopped
in her tracks and watched.

"Combing your hair in the mirror bitch!  Well let's see how that hair
holds up to this!!"

She had a hold of my hair with both hands, and was using it to pull me
around her.  Since my hair is so long, she was able to make me run
circles around her as she continued to taunt me. 

"Want a mirror pretty girl?  Don't feel so pretty now, do you?"

I was really getting angry, but my hair felt as if it were about to be
yanked out of my head by the roots.  As I continued to circle I couldn't
help but notice Bertha standing there, watching.  And across the ring,
Renee had the Oriental girl pinned against the ropes, and eventually was
able to toss her out of the ring.

So as I raced toward the corner, being thrown in that direction by the
hair, Renee made her way over toward the white trash.  Renee put her
hands up in a test of strength as I sank back into the corner, but the
white trash would have none of that.  Instead she launched a kick,
ramming the ball of her foot into Renee's gut.

I would have felt bad for her, if not for the fact that my head was
aching, my body throbbing and Big Bertha was heading in my direction. 

I knew I had to pull myself together, which I did, and I scurried out of
the corner before Bertha could reach me.  Even though running away was
not the noblest thing to do, right now it was the only smart thing to
do.    Bertha was angered as I quickly moved away from her, but I found
myself right in the middle of Renee and the white trash.   

I quickly put up my arm to block a forearm that the white trash was
sending my way, and I did so effectively.  I then was able to counter
with a quick leg whip, knocking her to the mat.  Renee was still a bit
flustered by the hard kick she had taken, but she wasted no time in
grabbing my wrist and yanking my arm behind my back.

She jerked it up so that my wrist was laying right between my shoulder
blades, and my shoulder was crying with pain.  To make matters worse,
the other one got to her feet and landed a stiff punch right into my
stomach. 

What the hell is it with her and my stomach, I though as I hunched
forward, my stomach once again throbbing.  But Renee had no sympathy and
simply jerked my arm back up again, reapplying  the pressure.  Luckily
though, Bertha grabbed the other one and tossed her into the corner. 
She then followed her and began to work her over as Renee kept the
pressure on my arm.     

I tried to struggle free, but the more I moved, the more the pressure on
my joint became unbearable.  Finally though, we both heard loud
screaming, and looked across the ring.  Bertha had picked the other on
up, and was holding her over her head.  She then stomped around the
ring, showing her off like some kind of prize.  As she approached, Renee
backed away, still clutching onto my wrist, but moving both of us out of
harms way.

Finally Bertha stormed back to the center of the ring, and stood facing
the side where Renee had my arm trapped behind my back.  She stared at
the both of us, smiled wickedly and then threw the body of her victim in
our direction.

I was amazed as this screaming girl came hurdling towards us.  Renee and
I both ducked, and her body sailed over our heads, over the top rope and
landed hard in the second row of seats outside the ring.

There was a brief pause as everyone grew quiet, before suddenly a loud,
thunderous cheer lifted up from the crowd. Bertha smiled widely, fixing
her eyes on both Renee and I.  She then began to storm towards us as the
crowd cheered their encouragement.

I was scared now.  This woman was a monster, and she was coming after
me.  Again I retreated, as did Renee, and we ended up on separate sides
of the ring.  Bertha stood in the middle, grunting and staring back and
forth at the both of us.  I knew the only way we could beat her, was to
work together, and I'm sure Renee knew that too.  I glanced across at
her, and caught her eye, and we exchanged an unspoken agreement. 

I took a deep breath and then moved slowly out of my corner, as did
Renee.  We knew we would have to stay on opposite sides in order to be
effective, but if we could each get hold of an arm or a leg, maybe we
could tie her up somehow.     We both moved cautiously, and Bertha
smiled evilly at both of us the entire time.  Finally Renee jumped and
grabbed hold of one of Bertha's wrists, and I did the same.  We each now
had hold of a wrist and were trying to pull her arm away from her body
on either side. 

The crowd was going nuts as both Renee and I tired to pull Bertha apart. 
She stood in the middle, a pained expression on her face as she grunted
and groaned.  I pulled as hard as I could, but suddenly I heard a loud,
vulgar scream, and I felt myself being tossed forward.  Bertha had
gathered her strength and swung her arms forward, sending Renee and I on
a collision course. 

We met directly in front of Bertha, the top of Renee's head ramming into
the bottom of my chin as we made contact. I saw stars and immediately
fell to the canvas, Renee landing on top of me. 

That's it, we're dead, I thought as I waited for her to finish us off. 
Though my jaw was squealing with pain,  all I could think about was how
she was going to do it.  Would she throw us both out at the same time? 
Would she pluck Renee off first and save me for last?  What was coming?

I didn't have long to wait as she reached down and grabbed a hold of
Renee first, since she was on top.  She pulled her up by the back of
bikini, and then tossed her into the corner like a ragdoll.  Then she
reached down and grabbed me by the hair.  She pulled me up violently, my
scalp aching in the process.  She then planted her feet, grabbed hold of
my wrist and tossed me toward the ropes.

I ran forward, not as if I had any choice, before my body ran straight
into the ropes.  But as soon as I felt the ropes digging into my chest
and stomach, Bertha came up from behind me and slammed into my back
while grabbing hold of the top rope on either side of me.

She forced my body against the ropes so hard that I thought the ropes
would break from the strain.  My skin seemed to wrap around them as
Bertha forced all of weight against me, trapping me.  I felt as if at
any second the ropes were going to split in half and I was going to
plunge to the floor outside of the ring.       

Bertha made sure that she kept pressing her weight forward, clutching
the rope to insure that I could not escape.  After what seemed like an
eternity, she finally released her hold on the ropes, but kept her
weight up against me.  Then she sent a powerful Karate chop into the
side of my neck while backing off of me, and I collapsed to the canvas,
at her feet. 

My neck was in so much pain that I couldn't support my head, and it
bobbed off to the side.  I looked down at the front of my body and
noticed three deep, red indentations on my chest, stomach and legs from
where the ropes had dug into my body.  But as I lay on the floor at
Bertha's feet, she kicked me in the back, trying to force me out of the
ring from beneath the ropes.

Though I was in lots of pain, I wasn't ready to give up.  It was dumb to
fight the inevitable, but that's exactly what I did.  I grabbed hold of
the bottom rope and wrapped one of my legs around it so that I wouldn't
fall.  Bertha was pissed, and sent another brutal kick into my back. 
That one really hurt, and I was debating whether or not to simply jump
out of the ring myself now. 

My back was screaming, and Bertha showed no signs of letting up.  But
then Renee came up from behind her and grabbed hold of her wrist,
twisting her arm behind her back. She had caught Bertha by surprise, and
having experienced the strength of that exact hold from Renee, I knew it
would be effective. 

Renee forced her back away from me, for which I would be eternally
grateful, and then turned her toward the corner.  She kept the pressure
on Bertha's arm, and judging by the expression on Bertha's face and the
grunts coming from her mouth, the hold was hurting her.  Then Renee did
something which was probably not such a good idea.           

She released the hold and grabbed Bertha's  wrist, tossing the surprised
behemoth across the ring.  Bertha bounced off of the ropes and came
racing back toward Renee, who stood there waiting.  Bertha's eyes lit up
as she approached, and she reached forward, ready to wrap her arms
around Renee.  But Renee astutely ducked below her and flipped Bertha
over her back, sending her tumbling into the air and crashing onto her
back.   
 
The crowd roared their approval as Renee got to her feet while Bertha
reached to comfort her aching back while still lying on the canvas.  I
was impressed too, and though I had sat up to watch the action, I laid
back on the canvas for a second to recuperate. 

To  my surprise though, Renee came charging over toward me and
immediately stomped her foot down into my stomach.  I was completely
surprised, and so it felt like her foot had sunk through the depths of
my intestines and crushed them against the mat.  My legs shot into the
air and my head shot up as well as Renee ground her foot deeper into my
visceral cavity.   

The crowd was cheering, and it was obvious that Renee had become their
hero.  She was relishing it too.  I looked up into her face, and I could
see that she was smiling.  But soon Bertha would be back on her feet,
and so Renee pulled her foot away, and then reached down and grabbed me
by the hair, hauling me off of the canvas.

I don't know what had happened, but she seemed determined to make me
suffer.  I had thought we were going to work together, but all bets were
off now. 

Across the ring, Bertha had gotten to one knee, and then gradually
pushed herself up onto her feet.  But as she was about to stand
straight, Renee grabbed my wrist and slingshot me right at her.  Bertha
was none to happy about that, and so she stuck her arm out and wrapped
it around my throat as I charged forward, stopping me dead in my tracks.

Instantly, the flow of oxygen to any part of body stopped.  My face must
have turned completely pale, because it sure like it did.  Bertha then
scooped me up and pressed my body over her head as if I were a feather. 
She straightened her arms and carried me toward the side of the ring.  I
looked down in horror as the crowd screamed their support.  My throat
was still constricted, and I began to feel light-headed, but that soon
about to end. 

Bertha held me at the side of the ring for several seconds, almost as if
to work the crowd, but then she tossed me straight down, over the top
rope.  I plunged toward the ground, feeling like I had just been pushed
from an airplane and had not parachute.  The wind blew in my face and I
almost wet myself before my body slammed against the cold, hard floor.

Though things from that point on were a bit cloudy, I remember rolling
onto my back and opening my eyes.  I was staring straight into Bertha's
face as her body hung over the top rope.  But the look in her eyes was
not that of arrogance or supremacy, which is what I had expected, but
rather it was a look of fear.

What I did not realize was that right after Bertha had tossed me out of
the ring, Renee had snuck up behind her and grabbed hold of her legs. 
she was now forcing her over the top rope, right above where I had
landed.  I continued to look up, though I was so dazed and confused that
I couldn't comprehend what was going on.  But a few seconds later I saw
Bertha's entire body roll over the top rope, and I knew that wasn't a
good sign. 

She plummeted downward, the only thing separating her from crashing into
the floor was my already devastated body.  But I could not move and so
Bertha landed directly on top of me.  It was probably the most painful
feeling I have ever experienced in my life, and it left me completely
paralyzed.

She laid on top of me for what seemed like hours, and the only thing I
could hear was her heavy breathing and the cheers of the crowd in the
background.  But it was almost like an out of body experience for me. 
Except for the pain, I felt as if I were watching someone else.  But
then Bertha start4ed to use my body as her launching pad to push herself
up off of me.

She finally got to her feet, but I knew that I couldn't do the same.  I
tried to move, but my body would not cooperate.  Eventually a few of the
medics came over and stuck some ammonia caplets under my nose, and
eventually got me to stand up, with their assistance.

They placed my arms over their shoulders and helped me back to the
locker room.  I don't remember much else, other than how Renee had
turned on me. I wasn't angry about it, just completely shocked.  It was
after all, a wrestling match, so she was in her rights.  I just didn't
expect it. 

And so Renee won the Battle Royale, with Bertha second and me third.  I
wasn't sure what that meant, if my wrestling career was over before it
had started, or if I would live to wrestle another day, but right then,
I just wanted a hot tub and a long massage.