The 2006 Veteran's Division Bikini Wrestler of the Year Contest
Part II
ELEKTRA vs. LACE vs. MS. LIBERTY
With the preliminary round of the 2006 Veteran�s Division bikini Wrestler of the Year contest completed, the 3 women who would participate in the semi final round all stood in the ring. In one corner stood Ms. Liberty, looking exhausted and weather-beaten after an almost disastrous preliminary battle against Big, Bad Bertha. In a surprising turn of events, Berth and Ms. Liberty had tied for last place in the voting, thus prompting a preliminary match to determine who would be eliminated. And although Bertha controlled virtually all of that match, a careless mistake at the end forced her elimination. With Ms. Liberty in trouble and hanging onto the ropes for dear life as Bertha tried to push her between them, the vile veteran was so frustrated by her inability to break the champs grip of the cables that she finally stepped between the ropes and onto the ring apron to try and haul the Veteran Division champ�s body the rest of the way out of the ring. But once she stepped out of the ring, she inadvertently eliminated herself, thus allowing her battered brunette opponent to advance to the next round.
Although she advanced to the semi-final round, Ms. Liberty looked ripe for the taking. Wearing a skimpy red, white and blue bikini which had originally displayed an abundance of her clear, lightly pinkened skin; that once healthy looking skin was now a deep red color, saturated with her won sweat and marred with bruises from the beating she had suffered at the hands of Bertha. She stood in her corner, her arms propping her up against the ropes as she continued to breathe heavily, her pretty face curled in a pained expression as the sun shone brightly down on her.
In the far corner stood Elektra, looking quite the opposite of her depleted opponent. The runner up in the bikini contest voting, Elektra looked glamorous and fresh though she was still annoyed at not having garnered the most votes as she had in the previous year�s contest. As a result, she wore an angry scowl which served as warning to her two opponents� that she intended to quickly overthrow both of them. Wearing a gold, glittering bikini, the sun danced off of her bronzed skin as she occasionally glanced back at Panthera, who sat spitefully on her throne, casting arrogant sneers at last years� winner.
But as Ms. Liberty struggled to recover in one corner and Elektra played mental games with Panthera in the other, Lace glanced across at her golden clad opponent with a different outcome in mind. Last year Lace had advanced to the finals against Elektra, but was so exhausted after the preliminary round that she did not put up much of a fight against Elektra in the final and was eliminated. This year however, she had advanced one position in the voting, coming in third place. But regardless of where she finished in the voting, she was nonetheless determined to walk away with the title this year. Looking fit and strong in her sheer, purple top, she seemed to be healthy enough to do it too! Glancing at Elektra with a steely determination, Lace wanted to let her know that this was a new year, and this battle was going to have a different outcome. She then glanced over at the depleted Ms. Liberty, shaking her head as she knew the condition she was in. Lace felt some sympathy toward her formerly close friend, agreeing to help her to survive in the beginning of the round, though not beyond that. So as the three women postured, the announcer stepped up into the ring to continue to contest.
�Welcome back! That was a great preliminary round, huh? But now it�s time for the semi final Mini Battle Royale. The last women left in the ring will move on to face Panthera, the winner of the bikini contest, for the title of 2006 Bikini Wrestler of the Year!�
He paused, prompting a round of applause from the crowd as Panthera stood up from her throne and waved to the fans, an arrogant smirk on her face as she then turned to glance at the battlers inside of the ring. Elektra scowled back at her, shaking her fist at the blonde, while Lace simply remained emotionless in her corner, concentrating on the task at hand. Ms. Liberty meanwhile looked concerned, knowing that her energy was sapped to a dangerous level and wondering how she was going to survive. As the sun shone down into the ring, the temperature approached 90 degrees as the fans stood and cheered as the announcer left the ring, the bell rang, and the next round was underway.
Assuming that both Lace and Ms. Liberty may try to work together to eliminate her, Elektra moved quickly and chose the path of least resistance, rushing toward Ms. Liberty�s corner. But Lace had also assumed that Elektra might do just that and rushed at her, attempting to deliver a running clothesline. Elektra ducked the attempt and turned, but Lace had already set herself and met her with a huge forearm to the chest. Staggering back a step, Elektra regrouped and fired her own forearm at Lace�s abundant bosom, pounding on her sheer covered chest.
As the crowd cheered, Lace retaliated with another forearm to Elektra�s breast plate, knocking her another step backward. Slowed by the two powerful blows, Elektra nonetheless steadied herself and fired back, slamming her forearm into Lace�s cleavage. The challenge continued as Lace sent a third forearm smash at Elektra, this one causing her to veer backward toward the corner where Ms. Liberty stood. The patriotically clad brunette joined the fray, locking Elektra in a full nelson from behind, allowing Lace to deliver a vicious knee to the glamorous brunette�s belly.
Doubling over, Elektra blubbered loudly as Ms. Liberty dropped the hold on her arms as the brunette hunched forward allowing Lace to grab her head and trap her in a side headlock. Ms. Liberty faded back to her corner, taking advantage of Lace�s control over Elektra. Lace had indicated that she would allow Ms. Liberty some time to recover from the beating she had suffered in the first round, and was staying true to her word as she kept Elektra at bay, squeezing tightly on her head.
The crowd cheered, not really taking sides yet, but rather simply cheering for the action. Some of the more rambunctious fans shouted insulting comments up at Ms. Liberty however as she rested in the corner, but most focused their attention on Lace and Elektra as the buxom brown haired beauty pulled the glamorous brunette around the ring by her head. Finally Lace then reached down and shoved her free arm between Elektra�s legs, using the grip to upend the tall, slender beauty, hoisting her up into the air. With her long legs shooting skyward, Elektra was then slammed to the mat with a giant suplex, her back crashing against the canvas as Lace fell alongside her.
The fans again cheered as the two women sprawled next to each other, Lace quickly scurrying to her feet as Elektra rolled onto her side, reaching for her aching back. Reaching down, Lace then snatched a handful of Elektra�s long, black hair and ripped her upward, but the crafty veteran fired the points of her fingertips into Lace�s solar plexus, knocking the wind out of her as a result. Gasping for air, Lace stumbled back a couple of steps as Elektra rushed toward her, firing a hard kick into her gut with her long, right leg. Folded in half as a result of the kick, Lace wrapped her arms around her midsection as Elektra stormed up behind her, reaching forward to grab Lace from beneath her chin and pulling back on her head. Kneeling on one knee as she pulled her opponent backward, the brunette forced the brown haired beauty�s powerful body to bend across her knee, her back arched painfully as her arms fell down toward the canvas.
Trapped in the compromising position, Lace then began to scream out loud as Elektra dug her fingers into her abdomen, locking a painful stomach claw in place. Flailing her arms and trying to kick her legs from either side of Elektra�s extended knee, Lace continued to scream as her belly was gouged by the brunette. After a few seconds however, Elektra extracted her fingers, but then lifted her arms high overhead, combining her hands into a joint fist before ramming it downward and crushing it against Lace�s stretched and raw tummy.
Her head shot upward as Elektra lifted her knee, forcefully rolling the buxom brawler off of her and sending her barreling onto her side. As Lace cowered on the canvas, Ms. Liberty finally moved forward to attack, but her charge was slow and labored, allowing Elektra to confront her, and greet her with a Karate kick to the chest. Stumbling backward, Ms. Liberty was then greeted by a running dropkick to her chest, which rocketed her back into the corner where her arms fell over the ropes as she slumped back against the turnbuckles, her legs faltering beneath her.
Moving spryly, Elektra then returned to Lace, grabbing hold of her ankles and using the grip to hoist her legs into the air. She then sent a stomp into Lace�s already aching belly for good measure before dragging her to the side of the ring and hoisting her powerful legs upward before draping them over the top rope. With her knees bent so that they curled over the top cable, Lace�s body hung down from it as Elektra then grabbed the middle rope and pulled it up high. She then dropped it, snapping the cable onto Lace�s legs and trapping them between the now tangled ropes.
The fans erupted at the sight as Lace�s body hung from the ropes, unable to free herself as Elektra paused to review her handiwork. With Ms. Liberty still slumped in the far corner and as yet unable to assist, Lace was now at the mercy of her rival. But then a burst of applause sprang up from the back of the crowd as Bertha began to run forward from the locker room, a cigarette dangling from her lips as she climbed up onto the ring apron and set herself behind Lace. Looking down at her upended rival, she wore a satisfied smile as she stared at the helpless veteran.
�Payback�s a bitch!� Bertha growled as Lace as she began to stomp forward into her back from outside of the ring, Lace�s body flailing wildly as it dangled off of the ropes.
Elektra soon joined the attack, each woman taking turns to stomp on their bikini clad challenger. Firing a stomp into her midsection, Elektra then backed away as Bertha punted her boot into Lace�s back, the sadistic team pounding on the vulnerable veteran�s suspended trunk. Each blow caused Lace�s body to gyrate wildly, Ms. Liberty finally pushing herself out of the corner to try and intervene. But as she made her way across the ring, trying to sneak up on Elektra, Bertha warned the brunette of the impending attack. So as Ms. Liberty drew closer, Elektra turned to face her, the two women now just a few feet apart. With her face curled into a determined expression, Ms. Liberty�s pretty brown eyes showed a different story however. There was a hint of trepidation in them which Elektra picked up on, brining a smile to her own face.
�You ready for me?� Elektra asked as Ms. Liberty raised her hands and crouched into her rendition of a fighting stance.
But before she could react, Elektra lunged forward, seizing a hold of Ms. Liberty�s right wrist before quickly twisting it into the air as she twirled beneath it. With her body jerking upward and then down, a spray of perspiration spew from the champ�s sweat-soaked trunk as she found herself hunched forward, her arm being pulled and twisted out to the side. With a few hushed groans, Ms. Liberty tried to grab for her attacker, but Elektra easily avoided the attempt, applying more pressure long the way. Finally however, after wrenching the champ�s arm painfully, Elektra moved in and shoved her shoulders against Ms. Liberty�s torso, wrapping her arms around the back of Ms. Liberty�s legs and neck before hoisting her up onto her shoulders.
With the wilted champ�s body draped across her, Elektra paraded around the ring, showing off her trophy. She then stormed back in front of Lace, who was still being attacked from behind by Bertha. Elektra nodded at Bertha, signaling for her to discontinue the attack on Lace as she then moved closer to her, still carrying the champ across her shoulders.
�Did you really think SHE was going to save you?!?!?!� Elektra yelled down at the upended Lace, referring to the trapped Ms. Liberty.
Then, in a truly surprising move, Elektra moved alongside Lace, standing directly in front of Bertha as she continued to tightly clutch the champ�s body over her head. Bertha inched closer, expecting Elektra to thank her for the help. But instead of receiving gratitude, Bertha was met with a knee to the gut. Elektra had thrust her knee between the ropes to pummel Bertha from between them, doubling her over in the process. As Bertha bowed forward, clutching her belly, Elektra then kicked her leg forward and sent a vicious stomp into the side of her head, knocking her former collaborator down onto the concrete floor below.
The crowd was stunned for a moment, pausing as if to decide the appropriate reaction before finally bursting into a thunderous ovation. With Bertha cowering below the ring, Lace dangling from the ropes and Ms. Liberty hoisted overhead, Elektra had taken control of all three and the fans were showering her with praise as a result. But Elektra did not seem much interested in the show of affection as she turned and stormed back to the center of the ring, dumping Ms. Liberty to the canvas. Landing with a deafening THUD which shook the entire ring, Ms. Liberty rolled onto her back, her arms splayed over head as her large chest heaved up and down from her heavy breathing.
Breaking for a moment, Elektra then marched back over to ringside and delivered three more stomps into Lace�s ribs, sending her body shuddering with each one. She then lifted her foot and placed the sole of it across Lace�s eyes before grating it across them, Lace howling as she grabbed at her aching eyeballs. Ms. Liberty meanwhile was gradually trying to work her way upright, getting onto all fours before pushing herself up onto her knees. Still breathing heavily as the sweat dripped off of her, she then got up onto one knee as Elektra finally turned toward her. Seeing her trying to get to her feet, Elektra rushed over, trapping her in a side headlock. Squeezing tightly on the champ�s head who�s short black hair was saturated, Elektra then began to drag the bowed champ toward the aside of the ring where Lace hung, gathering momentum as they went.
As they reached ringside, Elektra then drove Ms. Liberty�s bowed head forward, using it as a battering ram to slam into Lace�s gut. Lace�s body once again thrashed about as she groaned out loud. With her body aching badly and growing lightheaded from being hung upside down for so long, Lace could do little as Ms. Liberty stood shakily above her, once again attacked by Elektra who hit her with a huge knee to the gut.
�BWAAAAH!� howled the champ as she doubled over, clutching her aching belly.
The howl seemed to delight Elektra, who then rushed up in front of the stooped champ, trapping the sides of her head between her knees. She then reached forward across Ms. Liberty�s back, grabbing her by the midsection as squeezed her arms around the doubles over brunette. With a short pause and then a grunt of exertion, Elektra hoisted Ms. Liberty into the air, upending the champ�s body as her arms hung downward and her legs shot straight overhead. The crowd was in a frenzy as Elektra hobbled back to the center of the ring, carrying the heavier champ�s overturned body with her. She then turned so that they faced Lace, the crowd letting Elektra know what they wanted.
�PILEDRIVER �.. PILEDRIVER �.. PILEDRIVER!�
Ms. Liberty�s face was now a frightening, crimson color as the blood rushed to it, sweat dripping off of her face and onto the mat below. She began to frantically shake her head, pleading with Elektra as the crowd continued to chant.
�PILEDRIVER �.. PILEDRIVER �.. PILEDRIVER!!�
Knowing that she could not withstand the force of a Piledriver in her current depleted state, Ms. Liberty tried to implore Elektra not to do it.
�no �.. please �. no��!�
With her legs still pointed directly upright, Ms. Liberty could feel Elektra�s powerful arms squeezing her intestines as she gripped her tightly. The crowd�s chant became nothing more than a loud buzz of sound as she began to feel faint, barely able to think straight. But then she felt Elektra jostle her roughly, adjusting her grip as the champ�s inverted body shook. The double sided tape Ms. Liberty had applied to her chest before the start of the contest to keep her large bosom tucked safely beneath her skimpy top had become too saturated to do it�s job, so Elektra�s jolt finally caused her chest to jiggle free from beneath the garment. With her bust now exposed, Ms. Liberty then felt Elektra�s already vice-like grip tighten as her soft midsection became severely constricted, the pressure unbearable as the crowd continued to chant.
�PILEDRIVER �.. PILEDRIVER �.. PILEDRIVER!�
One of the cameramen stood directly in front of the duo at ringside, zooming in to capture the terrified look in Ms. Liberty�s eyes as she was held aloft. He panned the camera up and down her body, capturing her bare chest as it bounced up and down before moving back to her face to once again, capture her expression. Though in an overwhelmed state of mind, Ms. Liberty still knew what Elektra was preparing her for, and made a last ditch plea for mercy.
�noooo �.. don�t ��.�
Lace meanwhile stared ahead at her besieged colleague�s precarious predicament, concerned that Elektra had worked herself into such a frenzy that she wasn�t thinking clearly. She knew that a Piledriver delivered now in Ms. Liberty�s weakened condition could potentially end her wrestling career, and hoped that the crazed brunette would come to her senses. But her hopes were quickly dashed as Elektra suddenly dropped, powering Ms. Liberty�s head down into the canvas.
With sickening force, she propelled the champ�s body downward, driving the top of her head into the mat. Ms. Liberty�s head collided frighteningly against the canvas, her neck bending awkwardly forward while sinking into her torso as her bare chest fluttered. Like a freshly cut tree, Ms. Liberty�s body then toppled forward, almost falling in slow motion before finally crashing to the canvas and bouncing three times before coming to rest. Their were several animated gasps which emerged from the suddenly quiet audience as Ms. Liberty remained face down, her body heaving from her heavy breathing as her arms lay limply at her sides.
Lace watched in horror, turning away at the point of impact as her face winced from the sound of skull striking canvas. She then opened her eyes to see her friend�s body laying limply, taking a modicum of comfort in the fact that Ms. Liberty was still breathing though she was frantic as she wondered how much damage had been done.
Standing over her fallen victim like a hunter standing over a prized kill, Elektra then cruelly wedged her foot beneath Ms. Liberty�s side and rolled her onto her back. Flopping over lifelessly, the champ�s arms fell out to either side of her body as her wet, bare chest drooped down either side of her body, her legs spread apart and laying flat against the mat. Out cold, Ms. Liberty�s eyes remained shut as a few in the crowd cheered, though most sat silently, wondering if ms. Liberty had been left paralyzed.
�YOU BITCH!� Lace yelled as she hung off of the ropes. �At least cover her chest!�
Elektra turned and glanced at Lace, but then maliciously knelt down, placing her weight down into Ms. Liberty�s gut before she reached forward and pulled on her brunette victim�s top to cover her breasts. She then stared into the champ�s face, noticing her unresponsive expression. Elektra then propelled herself back onto her feet, once again pushing her weight down into the champ�s belly to help project herself upward.
Lace again began to yell at her, but Elektra responded by storming over to her and setting herself alongside her dangling body. She then uncoiled the rope from around Lace�s legs before walking up in front of her. She then reached down and grabbed hold of Lace�s forearms, using the grip to lift Lace�s shoulders off of the mat until her body was parallel to the mat. With her legs still bent over the top rope, Lace tried desperately to free herself, but with Elektra forcing her upper body further into the air, she was left powerless. Finally Elektra set herself beneath Lace, placing the palms of her hands onto the back of Lace�s shoulder blades and pushing upward. Lace began to yell in protest, but then, with a mighty push, Elektra launched her through the air, sending Lace�s body twirling over the top rope before she soared through the air and landed hard on the concrete floor below the ring. Lace had been eliminated just like that, without barely having the chance to fight as a cameraman stood over, filming her writhing on the floor in pain.
The crowd cheered Lace�s demise, but with much less exuberance than they had exhibited earlier since, back up in the ring, Ms. Liberty remained spread apart and flat on her back. There was still a great deal of concern amongst the audience in regard to her condition, and though the majority had been cheering against her up until now, few felt the desire to cheer any further punishment Elektra might deliver to her.
The sexy brunette then swaggered back over to her fallen foe, kneeling beside her and grabbing her wrist to lift her arm. She held it high, and then dropped it, the limb falling lifelessly without any resistance. She then gave the champ a few soft slaps to the cheek, Ms. Liberty�s head rolling from side to side though the movements were pure momentum rather than reactions. She was still out cold!
Rising to her feet, Elektra then walked up to the top of Ms. Liberty�s head and reached down, grabbing hold of both of her wrists before dragging her over to ringside. She lugged the champ�s body until it came to rest near the bottom rope and then dropped her arms, letting them fall limply. Surprisingly the crowd was fairly quiet. Though a few continued to cheer Elektra, most sat and watched, apparently disturbed at what they were seeing. But Elektra paid no attention, instead reaching down to grab two handfuls of the champ�s short, wet hair and ripping her onto her knees.
With Ms. Liberty inert, Elektra struggled to prop her up, violently pulling on her hair as the crowd watched. Getting her onto her knees, the indolent brunette�s body slumped forward onto the ropes, Elektra then grabbing her from behind, wrapping her arms beneath Ms. Liberty�s armpits to haul her onto her feet. She then dropped her wilted arms over the top rope, Ms. Liberty�s legs falling indolently beneath her as her body hung from the ropes, her arms supporting all of her weight.
Elektra took a step back, leaving her victim to droop from the cables before thrusting her arms overhead in order to, for the first time, celebrate her superiority. But surprisingly, the majority of the crowd reacted quite unexpectedly, several starting to boo, a sentiment which quickly gained momentum. Elektra was infuriated by the response and took it out on her comatose prey, rushing up behind her before hastily pressing against the back of her neck to choke her against the top rope. As the boos gained even more momentum however, Ms. Liberty seemed to be jarred into consciousness as her eyes opened. With her tongue falling out of her mouth and her body being jarred by the choking, she could do little but allow herself to be victimized. Her arms were still hanging languidly over the top rope, but she nonetheless opened her eyes wide, cognizant of what was happening to her.
As Elektra angrily continued to choke the drooping brunette, several fans noticed that Ms. Liberty had come to and a cheer rose up. The same fans who had booed her up until now, seemed to finally have turned against her attacker. Though no one was delusional enough to think that Ms. Liberty could mount a comeback, they did seem to at least be showing some sympathy for her, prompting Elektra to step up onto the bottom rope to increase the intensity of the choke. With her body flapping around below her, Ms. Liberty did little to earn the cheers, but she continued to receive them nonetheless. Elektra finally relented however, stepping down from the ropes before backing away and yelling angrily out to the crowd.
�Is THIS who you�re cheering for?!?!� she yelled out at them as she stormed up alongside Ms. Liberty, grabbing a handful of hair from the back of her head and yanking it upward so that her face was visible to the fans. The camera also zoomed in to film Ms. Liberty's face as Elektra smirked, enjoying the opportunity to humiliate her rival.
With her armpits still supporting all of her weight as she hung from the ropes, Ms. Liberty stared out at the crowd, her neck wrenched from Elektra�s grasp. She was too out of it to comprehend what was going on however, as Elektra then released her hair, allowing her head to wilt forward. The sexy brunette then reached forward once more, snatching two handfuls of Ms. Liberty�s hair and ripping her off of the ropes, the champ�s body flopping to the mat below. Elektra stood over her, continuing to jar with the crowd before kicking Ms. Liberty in the side, causing her to roll beneath the ropes. She then gave her another kick, the champ�s body rotating once again before she rolled onto her back and onto the ring apron.
With only her left arm lying in the ring, Ms. Liberty had not yet been eliminated. One of the cameramen hopped up onto the ring apron, pointing the camera down at Ms. Liberty as Elektra delivered a final, ferocious kick into her side which sent her tumbling off of the apron and down onto the floor below, finally removing her from contention.
Once again Elektra thrust her arms overhead, climbing up onto the middle rope as she faced the crowd. She was showered with jeers however, as Ms. Liberty cowered on her side below, Lace walking over to help her up. Lace wrapped Ms. Liberty�s arm around her own shoulder began to help her up as the crowd continued to pelt Elektra with boos. But just as the announcer had made his way into the ring, and right before he made the results official, Ms. Liberty was helped to her feet and stood up, prompting a loud round of applause from the fickle audience. Lace then began to help her back to the locker room, Ms. Liberty receiving several pats on the back as she was assisted down the aisle, the crowd still giving her a round of polite applause as the cameras caught the spectacle. The official results were then declared as Elektra stood next to the announcer, who broadcast the outcome.
�Both Lace and Ms. Liberty have been eliminated, so the winner of the Mini Battle Royale, and moving on to face Panthera for the Veteran�s Division Bikini Wrestler of the Year Title .... Give it up for ..... ELEKTRA!�
The gracious applause the crowd had been giving Ms. Liberty quickly turned into a loud foray of boos and catcalls as Elektra�s arm was raised in triumph. Though she had easily defeated her two counterparts, she had turned the crowd against her in the process. So as Lace and Ms. Liberty finally reached the back of the crowd and disappeared into the locker room, Panthera made her way into the ring, drawing a jubilant response from the now partial onlookers.
