Part II
The 2005 Women's Division Bikini Wrestler of the Year Final Match
Flora vs.Melissa
The huge crowd was on their feet, cheering for the action in the just concluded GAUNTLET. Though only finishing in fourth place, Melissa had survived the GAUNTLET and would now face the winner of the Bikini Contest, Flora.
So as the crowd cheered, Flora stood up from her throne at ringside and strutted slowly and confidently into the ring. With the crowd showering her with whistles and cheers, Flora whisked by the corner where Melissa was standing, or at least trying to. THE GAUNTLET had been brutal, and though Melissa had survived it, she was barely able to stand on her own. She had taken a brutal beating, but according to the rules, she now had to face the winner of the Bikini Contest in a one-on-one match.
Flora strode just an inch or two away from Melissa as she paraded around the ring, stopping to glance at her exhausted, sweaty opponent. In her typical arrogant fashion, Flora played to the crowd, standing next to Melissa before raising her hands up to her face and pinching her nose, indicating the pungent aroma which arose from Melissa�s corner. The Puerto Rican was perspiring profusely and Flora�s taunt brought a roar of laughter form the crowd as she strutted away, Melissa lifting her head to sneer at the petite brunette. But as Flora reached her corner, she caught sight of Berto, Melissa�s outspoken boyfriend.
�Don�t worry, I�ll do away with your girlfriend quickly!� Flora yelled down to him.
Berto looked up at her angrily, but before he could respond, the announcer began to introduce the next and final phase of the competition.
�Ladies and gentlemen, Melissa is the winner of THE GAUNTLET and will now face Flora, the winner of the Bikini Contest, in order to determine who will walk away with the Women�s Division 2004 Bikini Wrestler of the Year Title!�
As the crowd cheered, the announcer climbed out of the ring, leaving the two combatants; the spirited and unscathed Flora and the sweaty and exhausted Melissa, standing across form each other. Suddenly the bell rang and the fight for the title was underway.
Not surprisingly, Flora quickly darted across the ring as Melissa held onto the ropes for support. She painstakingly pushed herself erect, but just as she took a step out of the corner, Flora was on her, burying her shoulder in Melissa�s ribs and forcing her back against the turnbuckles. Melissa�s arms flew out of either side of her and draped over the top ropes as Flora took a step back and prepared to deliver a knee to Melissa�s already battered midsection.
Melissa knew that she couldn�t take another shot to her gut, so before Flora could deliver it, she desperately raised her hand and scraped her long, red fingernails across Flora�s eyes in a vicious gouging motion. The crowd gasped as Flora screamed, backing up and covering her face with her hands. She was blinded by the brutal scraping of Melissa�s fingernails that were both longer and much more intricately adorned than most.
The crowd was stunned at Melissa�s underhanded tactics, but since this was an �anything goes� match, there was no ref to reprimand Melissa. But with Flora still squealing as she backpedaled blindly, Melissa was too exhausted to go on the attack and instead slouched back in the corner, pausing to try and recover what little remaining strength she had left. Finally however she trudged out of the corner and approached Flora, grabbing a handful of her short black hair and pulling her head up by it. She stared into Flora�s bloodshot, tear-filled eyes and could tell that she still could not see. So gathering her strength, she lifted her leg and forced her knee into Flora�s unsuspecting gut.
Melissa was right, Flora could not see the shot coming, but in such a weakened state, Melissa�s knee was not nearly as powerful as it would normally have been. But it was enough to double Flora over anyway as Melissa then wrapped her arm around Flora�s bowed head and placed her in a side headlock.
Though an inch shorter than her foe, Melissa had over 50 pounds of weight advantage over her petite foe. Her power came from her hips and legs that were thick and strong as compared to Flora�s willowy, slender frame. But Flora was an experienced wrestler and had faced larger women many times before, though she typically had the use of her eyesight when doing so. So as she was dragged slowly toward the side of the ring, Flora tried to rub her eyes and regain some of her vision.
Melissa meanwhile pulled her over to the corner where she then rammed the top of Flora�s head into the middle turnbuckle. Again, Melissa did not have the strength to make the blow as potent as she would have liked to, but she was keeping Flora at bay, and for now, that was all she could ask for. Flora�s face began to perspire as she was trapped in the hold, the heat emanating from Melissa�s sweaty body being transferred onto her.
With Berto yelling up encouragement to Melissa, the Puerto Rican then began to ram Flora forward once more, but the trapped brunette was able to get her arm out in front of her and grab the turnbuckle, preventing her head form being rammed into once more. Instead she was able to squeeze herself out from Melissa�s sweaty skin and moving quickly, grabbed her by the hair and rammed Melissa�s head down into the turnbuckle.
Though her vision was still blurry, Flora was able to see enough to know where the corner was, so she pulled Melissa�s head up before again firing it down into the cushion, two � three �. four more times. Melissa�s arms flopped limply with each blow her face took, barely able to control her limbs. Flora was now angry, and as her eyesight slowly started to return, she forced Melissa back into the corner, shoving her shoulders up against the turnbuckles.
Melissa�s bulky legs spread below her as her arms again fell over the ropes. Though normally the petite Flora would not have had the strength to subdue her more powerful rival, with Melissa so weakened, Flora was able to press down on her arms and keep them trapped on the rope. She then drew her leg back and fired an angry knee into Melissa�s already battered belly.
�BWAAAAW�
The blow felt like a sword stabbing through Melissa�s gut as all of the other shots it had taken re-ignited the pain she was now feeling. With her body dropping from the corner, Melissa�s eyes seemed to be slowly closing, too exhausted to even keep them open. But Flora was not only refreshed and energized, she was also angered by Melissa�s eye gouge. So she fired another knee into Melissa�s gut before grabbing the hair on the top of her head and using it to pull her out of the corner.
Rather than stumble forward however, Melissa simply fell flat on her face, her body sprawled apart just a foot or two from the corner. Flora then walked up alongside of her and, seeing Melissa�s right arm spread out over her head, stepped down on her wrist, pressing it to the canvas. Melissa�s hand was now open, her palm resting flat on the canvas as Flora held it there with her foot.
Flora then lifted her other foot, both feet covered with a pair of black leather boots with small, two-inch heels. She then smashed the sole of her boot down onto Melissa�s fingers, mashing them to the canvas.
�OOOUUWWWW"
Melissa�s howling was loud and agonized as Flora mashed her foot down onto Melissa�s hand. But as Flora lifted her foot, it became obvious why the Puerto Rican was howling so loudly. Flora�s stomp had broken two of the long fingernails on Melissa�s hand, prompting Flora to stomp down once again, breaking two more fingernails in the process.
Prone on her stomach, Melissa could not move, other than tremble from the pain she was in. But after Flora stepped off of her hand, Melissa lifted her butt off of the mat, using her hips to try and pushed herself upright. But Melissa�s upper body was too weak to follow and so her butt remained perched upright as she remained face down, Flora walking up behind her.
Melissa had a powerful set of hips, wider than most, resulting in an ass that was also a bit wide. It was the part of her body that Berto most admired, being an ass man himself. But Flora had a different view of that part of her victim�s body as she stood behind it, glancing down at the meaty, upended mass of skin covered by the black bikini bottom. With such a large target, Flora�s still tearing eyes opened widely as she punted the tip of her boot square into the fleshy heap, literally kicking Melissa�s ass.
The Puerto Rican took two big kicks to her sizeable butt before she fell forward and flat against the canvas. The crowd again chuckled at the sight as Flora smiled sinisterly, now walking around in front of her flattened foe.
By now it was obvious that Melissa had nothing left. She was unable to even try to wriggle away as Flora reach down and grabbed her wrists, pulling her upper body off of the mat. Melissa�s upper torso lifted as Flora pulled it by her arms, the Puerto Rican�s head drooping down limply, sweat dripping off of her face. Flora then lifted her leg and moved her foot forward, turning it as she pressed up against Melissa�s throat. She then began to pull on Melissa�s arms while driving her foot forward, wedging it tightly against the Puerto Rican to choke her.
Melissa could do nothing, her legs quivering as Flora choked her with her foot. The crowd yelled with excitement, drowning out Berto�s call for his girlfriend to fight back. Flora delighted in the sexy choke, the muscles on her legs stretched as she extended it forward to drive it deeply beneath Melissa�s chin. She kept it planted in Melissa�s throat for a while longer before finally pulling her leg back and dropping Melissa�s arms.
The sweaty, battered brunette fell hard, her face striking the canvas with great force as her body sprawled apart, face down on the mat, her only movement being the heaving as her body as she struggled to catch her breath. Flora stood there for a moment, reveling in her opponent�s misery before finally walking up alongside her and brutally kicking Melissa in the side that caused her to flop over onto her back. Flora then lifted her leg again and pressed it down onto Melissa�s throat while flexing her lithe arms in a victorious pose as Melissa�s floundered feebly below her.
It was obvious that the match was over, and within a few more seconds the bell rang to signal the end of Melissa�s night, and the start of Flora�s reign as the 2004 Women�s Division Bikini Wrestler of the Year!
