Lace vs. Samurai
Veteran's Division Championship Tournament
Round 1 - Match 2
Featuring Special Guest Referee - Madusa Miceli
After a short break in the action, the second match of the tournament was about to begin. Though Ms. Liberty was disappointed that her friend The Babe had lost the first match, she seemed more angry about it than disappointed. She was angry that the celebrity ref, Madusa Miceli, had let Cocoa pound on The Babe while she was trapped on the ropes. She was also angry at Cocoa for inflicting such a brutal beating on her 60-year old friend. But with the next match about to begin, another of Ms. Liberty's friends, the wrestler named Lace, was about to compete.
Lace made her way towards us, stopping to greet her old friend, Ms. Liberty. I had also met Lace at the dinner a few nights earlier, so after she said hello to Ms. Liberty, she came over to me. She was wearing a lavender-colored two piece outfit trimmed with lace that looked more like lingerie than wrestling attire. The top was made of a surprisingly sheer material that not only allowed for an enticing view of her ample bosom, but also provided a glimpse of her large, light-brown nipples. The lucent top cradled her luscious breasts like a hammock and as I stood up to greet her, my eyes were fixated on her succulent chest.
I have to admit that I was smitten by her. Aside from her voluptuous chest, she also had a very pretty face and an impressive body that was fit and robust looking, especially for a 49-year-old woman! She leaned in to give me a kiss on the cheek, and I couldn�t resist the chance to take a peek at her cleavage as she bent down. She noticed my stare, but simply smiled, as if she was flattered by it. As a result, I couldn�t help but tell her how great she looked.
�You really look hot Jasmine.�, I told her, using her real name.
She smiled before replying to my obvious flirtation.
�Thanks, sweetie, you�re pretty hot yourself!� she purred sensually, loud enough for Ms. Liberty to hear.
I blushed, turning awkwardly toward Ms. Liberty to gauge her reaction. She was smirking and it was obvious that she a bit jealous of the way Lace and I were flirting with each other. Lace noticed her friend's reaction and, not wanting to upset her further, leaned in closer in order to whisper softly in my ear as her chest grazed my shoulder, sending a shiver down my spine.
�In fact, you're so hot that when I pin this woman, I'm going to pretend that I'm actually pinning you!�
I wasn't quite sure what she meant, but I was dying to find out. As she walked away, I took my seat before Ms. Liberty leaned over to me.
"What did she whisper to you?", she asked, trying not to appear annoyed.
"Oh ... um .... it was nothing."
She stared curiously at me for a moment before we both turned our attention back up toward the ring. Lace had climbed between the ropes by this point, walking toward her corner as the announcer grabbed the microphone to kick off the festivities.
�Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the second match of our first Veteran�s Division Championship Tournament. The winner of this match will face Cocoa in the final for the right to face Ms. Liberty, in her first title defense! So let�s right to it�
He paused for dramatic affect as the crowd roared, anxious for the action to get underway.
�Just as a reminder, we�re delighted to have our celebrity, guest referee �.. MADUSA MICELI!�
The cheered one again for the wildly popular Madusa though Ms. Liberty smirked, still annoyed at her lack of involvement in the first match.
�Our first combatant in this match, standing 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighing 145 pounds, please welcome back a former Women�s Division Champion �.. LACE!�
Lace waved to the crowd, accepting their applause, the crowd giving her a nice reception. She looked down toward me and Ms. Liberty, giving me a wink before turning her attention back into the ring. The announcer then introduced her opponent for the match as my eyes turned toward the opposite corner.
�Her opponent tonight, standing 5 feet 5 inches tall and weighing a fit 135 pounds, making her return to the states from Japan, please welcome �.. SAMURAI!�
The greeting for Samurai was relatively enthusiastic, though Lace had received a warmer reception. The stern looking Samurai gave a quick wave, but then began to stretch in her corner, showing that she was all business. Her dark eyes had an intense stare and it was obvious that she was here to fight.
Wearing a simple black leotard, Samurai had a very fit, very athletic looking build. She had a pretty, though non-descript face and wore some green eye make-up, but in the few minutes since she had been in the ring, a smile never crossed her lips. At 51 years of age, she was 2 years older than Lace, but her body looked as fit and athletic as a 25 year old. Though barefoot, she had a thick strip of gauze tape wraped around the middle of each one and a similar strip of tape around her right wrist.
As Madusa stepped to the center of the ring and the announcer climbed out of it, the house lights dimmed and the match was ready to get underway. I glanced over at Madeleine who looked back at me, giving me some information before the match began.
�This should be a good match. Lace is a classic 'tough chick'. She's strong and powerful with very good technical skills. And she's sexy too.". Ms. Liberty paused, her voice dripping with sarcasm before she continued.
"Her real strength though is brawling. She can brawl with the best of them. Samurai on the other hand has had more training than all of us combined. She�s wrestled in Japan and had martial arts training before coming to America. She wrestled over here for about 10 years before getting married and moving back to Japan. I didn�t know she had moved back to the States, but I guess she did. Anyway, she�s got some really great moves, a real high flyer.�
I listened to all of the details before settling back into my seat, my eyes staring at Lace, wondering if a woman who looked that good and was oozing with sensuality could really wrestle.
�Go get her Lace!�, Ms. Liberty yelled up to her friend, obviously over her jealousy as the bell rang and the match began.
Both women moved out of their corners, Samurai's eyes fixed squarely on Lace as she stalked her. Lace hopped in a circle around the ring, the two women slowly moving closer until finally each lunged and they locked arms near the center of the ring, entangled in a test of strength. The struggle continued for several seconds until finally Samurai twisted her body and in a frighteningly quick maneuver, flipped Lace onto her back.
The sexy, ligerie-clad grappler landed hard on her back, but allowed her momentum to carry her forward as she rolled onto her feet, getting up quickly. Samurai was right on her however, grabbing her by the head and again flipping her over. Lace soared through the air before crashing onto her back once more, though she again used her momentum to get to her feet quickly. But she was not quick enough to avoid Samurai, who repeated the maneuver for a thrd time, this time Lace landing flat on her back as her sheer top did little to support her bouncing boobs.
Sprawled on the mat, Lace looked a little disoriented as Samurai stood her ground, hopping back and forth as she set her hands in front of her in a martial arts stance. Rolling onto her side, Lace pushed herself up and got to her feet, but just as she straightened up, Samurai moved closer, crouching down before abruptly breaking into a majestic spin. With her leg pulled up and out to her side, the Japanese warrior spun like a ballerina before the sole of her barefoot struck violently against the side of Lace's face.
Lace stumbled backward before her body fell against the ropes, her arms draping over the top one as her body sagged from them. The crowd began to grow louder, cheers mixed with loud murmurs as Samurai rushed in, grabbing hold of Lace's wrist and using it to pull her off of the ropes by the arm. Lace looked a bit overwhelmed as her pretty face showed her confusion from the fast-paced attack.
Samurai pulled her across the ring before turning to face the other direction, Lace following helplessly along. Samurai then bolted forward before tugging on Lace.s arm and using it to whip her forward. Lace raced across the ring, her chest bouncing wildly with each step she took before she dipped into the ropes and was ricocheted back from the same direction which she had come. As she reached the center of the ring however, Samurai raced toward her, leaping intot he air to deliver a powerful dropkick to Lace's chest.
As if being hit by a cannonball, Lace's legs shot into the air as her body fell backward, collapsing to the canvas with her shoulders hitting first. Her legs rolled up toward her head as her body curled into a ball before unfurling as she came to rest flat on her back. She quickly rolled onto her side, her arms raised to her chest as Samurai stood over her, plotting her next move.
The Japanese warrior then reached down to grab hold of Lace's ankle, but the sexy veteran angrily kicked her legs to avoid Samurai's clutches. But once Lace's legs dropped back down, Samurai made anotehr attempt to grab them, Lace growling loudly in anger as she again kicked at her attacker. Though she had taken a few good shots, it was easy to see that Lace still a good deal fo fight left in her. It was also obvious that she was angry at the way Samurai had dominated her to this point as she pushed herself up into a seated postion, her body rpopped up on one arm.
Samurai looked just as angry as Lace however, and rushed up behind her, stomping the sole of her taped, bare foot into Lace's back and kicking her back down again. Lace stumbled to the canvas but then again, angrily slapped her hand on the mat before hastily rolling over and quickly getting to her feet before Samurai could attack. With an irate sneer stretched across her pretty face, Lace looked like she had had enough and was finally ready to go on the offensive. But Samurai wasn't about to give in, her own expression clearly showing the intensity of her personality as the two women were once again, face to face.
After a brief pause while the two veterans stared each other down, they both bolted forward and once again, locked arms in a test of strength. Though Samurai tried to maneuver for an advantage, Lace hastily grabbed the hair on both sides of her hair and brusquely yanked her head forward. As Samurai�s head was pulled in toward her, Lace drove the top of her own head forward at the same time and smashed it into the bridge of Samurai�s nose with a vicious head butt.
Samurai squealed as her hands instantly raised to her face while she bowed forward, her head pounding form the impact. Lace smirked down at her, but then grabbed a handful of her hair and ripped her upright before delivering a stiff forearm to the side of her head. Samurai stumbled backward, reeling as her battered head ached even more.
Lace took a second, breathing heavily as she shook off the effects of the attack she herself had received just a few moments ago. But after composing herself, she stomped up in front of Samurai and shoved one arm between her legs while grabbing her around the shoulder with the other. With a loud grunt, she lifted Samurai into the air, upending her in the process, before slamming her back down to the canvas. As Samurai hot the mat, Lace dropped down on top of her, completing an impressive power slam.
The crowd erupted at the show of strength, and I began to see what Ms. Liberty meant when she called Lace a �classic brawler�. Lace quickly scooted off of Samurai, but got only to her knees before crawling over toward Samurai�s head. Positioning herself alongside it, Lace then placed her shin down onto Samurai�s throat, crushing it with her shapely leg. As the trapped, Japanese grappler began to kick furiously, Madusa rushed over and warned Lace to break the choke.
�Okay, let�s go, get off of her!�
Madusa�s instructions were loud and clear, but delivered in an almost disinterested manner. Lace wasn�t very quick about complying though, and remained kneeling on her victim�s throat, continuing to choke her. Madusa looked on, obviously annoyed that her orders had been ignored. She grabbed Lace by the shoulder and pulled on it, again barking out a warning.
�I SAID, GET OFF OF HER!�
Lace stumbled backward and her leg lifted off of Samurai�s throat as the gasping Japanese wrestler rolled away in a desperate attempt to catch her breath. Lace meanwhile steadied herself on her knees, but glared up at Madusa, angered that she had been shoved.
�Don�t touch me!� Lace yelled up at Madusa who was sneering back at her.
�Then next time, do what I tell you to do!�
The two glared at each for a few moments before finally Lace turned and got to her feet, turning her attention back to Samurai who had gotten herself into a seated position with her hands massaging her throat as she continued to gasp for air. Lace stormed up behind her and shoved her hand beneath Samurai�s chin, yanking up on her head from behind. Samurai instantly lifted her hands, grabbing hold of Lace�s wrist as her head was drawn upward, her legs spread in front of her as she remained seated on the mat.
The struggle continued for a few more seconds as Lace seemed to trying to rip her opponent�s head right off of her shoulders. But Samurai slowly began to shift her legs until gradually she got herself into a kneeling position with Lace still grabbing her from behind. But then in a quick and calculated move, Samurai pulled roughly on Lace�s arm while bowing forward, flipping the lingerie-clad brawler across her shoulders in the process. Lace�s feet lifted off of the mat as her body was flipped through the air before crashing on her back, landing directly in front of the still kneeling Samurai. I noticed Laces�s pretty brown eyes rolling in her head momentarily from the speedy flip, her angry sneer changing into a look of confused dizziness. Before that angry sneer could return however, Samurai crawled forward on her knees and prepared to go back on the attack.
Kneeling over Lace�s head, which was flat on the canvas as she stared up toward the ceiling, Samurai grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled on it, ripping her head upright. Lace was forced to follow as she got onto her knees, Samurai perched behind her and still pulling on her hair. Samurai then got to her feet as Lace knelt in front of her, the skilled Japanese veteran then releasing the hair pull and transferring her grip so that she clenched hold of Lace�s wrists with both hands. She then thrust her leg forward, propping her bare foot between Lace�s shoulders as she began to pull back on her arms.
Lace�s body was forced to curve into a painful semicircle as her arms were being ripped behind her body while her back was forced forward by Samurai�s foot. As Lace grimaced in pain, her glorious chest protruding out in front of her from the agonizing hold, Samurai kept the pressure on. Tugging back angrily on Lace�s wrists which caused her shoulders to appear ready to pop, Samurai continued to drive her foot forward, Lace�s two shoulderblades only inches apart. She began to scream in pain, though a tinge of anger was also noticeable in her howling. The crowd cheered loudly, perhaps because they were granted such a glorious view of Lace�s magnificent chest, or perhaps because they were cheering the Japanese woman�s skill. But regardless, Lace looked to be in agony as the crowd celebrated her suffering.
The struggle ensued for a couple of minutes more, Samurai pulling hard, but then easing off to rest for a few seconds before resuming the assault. But though in great pain, it was obvious that Lace refused to submit, so reluctantly Samurai released her wrists and pulled her foot out of Lace�s back before stepping closer. With Lace still kneeling erect, Samurai lifted one leg and stepped across Lace�s shoulder, before doing the same with her other leg. Now seated on Lace�s shoulders, she wound her legs together, trapping Lace�s head between her legs with a powerful scissors hold.
Samurai then tried to shift her weight so that the two fell to the side, but Lace resisted, instead wrapping her arms around Samurai�s thighs and holding on tightly. Then, in an impressive show of strength, Lace tediously pulled one of her legs forward and planted her foot on the mat, before gradually doing the same with the other. Samurai�s face dropped as Lace then, little by little, pushed herself onto her feet, Samurai still sitting on her shoulders with her legs wrapped around her head.
The crowd erupted as Lace tried to steady her legs beneath her. Though they were trembling from the strain of the weight they were holding up, Lace nonetheless began to slowly plod toward the side of the ring. As the crowd jumped to their feet, Lace finally made her way to the side ropes and with Samurai waving her arms out to her sides to try and keep her balance, Lace abruptly dipped forward, causing Samurai�s body to begin to topple off of her.
Trying desperately to grab hold of Lace�s head, Samurai was unsuccessful as her body began a freefall over the top rope before smacking hard against the concrete floor below the ring. The crowd, already on their feet, cheered even more loudly as Lace straightened up, her face red and breathing heavily. But as she caught her breath and listened to the cheers, it was obvious that she was enjoying the adulation. She hadn�t wrestled in many years, but it quickly became obvious to me that she missed those cheers and was loving every minute of them. So as Samurai struggled to regain her senses, Lace stood near the side ropes and soaked them up.
Lifting her arms over her head and then sensually wrapping them behind it, Lace began to pose for the crowd, who showered her with more cheers. If I hadn�t realized it already, it was now apparent as I watched her, that this was a sexy, powerful woman and I was in awe of not only her beauty, but also her fighting prowess.
As Lace continued to put on a show for the fans, Samurai gradually got to her feet, leaning against the side of the ring for support. She was obviously hurt and shaken, pausing to steady herself before continuing her struggle to get back into the ring. Lace then blew a kiss out to the fans before she stepped between the ropes with one leg, over where Samurai was standing. As she did however, Madusa came up behind her.
�If you go out after her, I�m gonna count you out!� Madusa warned.
Lace paused and turned back, her legs straddling the ropes as she bowed between them. She sent a dirty look in Madusa�s direction, but then continued climbing through the ropes until she stood outside of them and on the ring apron. She then turned back to Madusa who had moved threateningly closer. With the two just inches apart, Madusa began to count out loud�� ��ONE � TWO�.�
Lace was furious, and quickly pushed Madusa with both hands. The guest referee was forced back a step, but then held her ground, staring angrily at Lace as her right hand slowly curled into a fist. I watched anxiously as the international wrestling star and the sexy veteran stared each other down, wondering what was next. But Madusa did not attack Lace, instead issuing her a warning.
�You better watch out �cause you don�t want to go there old-timer!�
Lace stared back at her as the uncomfortable pause lasted a few more seconds before finally Lace reached down and snatched a handful of hair from the top of Samurai�s head. As she pulled up on it, Samurai lifted one leg up onto the ring apron to ease the pain of the hair pull as she began the process of getting back into the ring. Lace continued to �help� her up as Madusa again began to count out loud.
As the count reached three, both of Samurai�s legs were now up as she lay on the ring apron, prompting Lace to step between the ropes and back into the ring, ending Madusa�s count. The ref and the wrestler exchanged an icy stare before Lace turned and grabbed hold of Samurai�s ankles, pulling her body beneath the rope and back into the ring. It was apparent that Samurai was still shaken as she was dragged near the center of the ring on her back, Madusa stepping back to watch, her eyes fixed with an angry stare on Lace.
But Lace�s attention was now focused solely on Samurai as she then ripped her onto her feet by the hair. As Samurai rose, Lace shoved an arm between her legs and another across her shoulders, again hoisting her body into the air and upending it. With Samurai�s arms hanging limply down toward the canvas, Lace delivered a power body slam, smashing her body to the mat as Samurai landed flat on her back. With Lace in control and the pin inevitable, I thought back to what she has whispered in my ear before the match.
��.. when I pin this woman, I'm going to pretend that I'm actually pinning you!�
As I remembered her words, she turned and glanced out at me with a smile on her face, almost as if she had read my mind. She then winked at me before lowering herself until she sat on Samurai�s stomach. Reaching forward she grabbed hold of each of Samurai�s arms and pinned them to the canvas over her head before stretching her legs and coiling them around each of Samurai�s. With both women�s bodies now spread apart, Lace executing a masterful grapevine pin as she lay stop her victim, Madusa reluctantly dove down and began to count. As she did however, Lace lifted her magnificent chest and lowered down onto Samurai�s face, covering it completely with her large, fleshy mounds.
I watched with excitement, visualizing that glorious chest covering my own face as Madusa slapped the mat for the third time, ending the match. A couple of seconds later, Lace lifted her chest off of Samurai�s face and slowly got to her feet as Madusa sneered at her, grudgingly lifting her arm into the air to proclaim her the winner. As they turned to all four sides of the ring, Lace paused once she faced me, winking once again as a huge, sensual smile spread across her pretty face.
I smiled back, trying to be careful not to let Ms. Liberty see my wink. But she was too busy applauding her friend�s effort to notice. Just as Lace was about to climb out fo the ring however, Samurai charged up to her, confronting Lace.
"You have dishonored me with chest in face. I will not forget!"
Lace stared back at her, but did not react. As a traditional Japanese woman, honor was of the utmost importance to Samurai, and it was obvious that she felt disrespected by the way Lace had pinned her. But Lace ignored the threat and instead climbed out of the ring, Ms. Liberty running over to congratulate her. The two hugged before Lace hobbled over to me, looking like she was still in some pain but trying to hide it as she whispered in my ear.
�Help me back to the locker room, will you doll face?�
Ms. Liberty nodded as if she knew that Lace needed some help and asking me to comply. Lace then wrapped her arm around the back of my neck and we strolled back to the locker room.
�So, what did you think of the pin?� she asked as we walked.
�I don't think Samurai was too happy about it, but to be honest, I was thinking that I wish it was me!" I replied, smiling.
She smiled back and as we reached the locker room door, leaned forward to whisper into my ear.
�Listen, Ms. Liberty is my very good friend, so if there is something going on between you two �.�
I was surprised by her assertion. Though I admit to having a �thing� for Ms. Liberty and sharing a sweet, somewhat romantic kiss on two occasions, she was still a married woman and a good friend of my mother�s. But before I could respond to Lace�s assertion, she finished the sentence.
�but if there isn�t anything going on between you two, ..... well then maybe your wish will come true.�
She then smiled slyly before walking into the locker room and closing the door behind her. I stood there with a stupid smile on my face, pondering the possibilities. But after a few moments, I began to wander back to my seat, alongside Ms. Liberty, as we waited for the final match of the evening to begin. This time Lace would have to face Cocoa, and I was looking forward to witnessing her in action once more.
