"You're nothing. Nothing, especially compared to me." Her name was Taeler Hendrix, and I hated her. She stood at five foot seven, but one could be forgiven for thinking she was over six feet tall. The woman had a charisma like no other woman I had ever seen in my life, which drew everyone, including me, to her. Her attire was one of the most sensual things I had ever seen: it looked like a one piece swimsuit, but there was so much more to it than that. Most of it was an inky black, but there was a few green and white sequined slashes on it. The ones on her hips accentuated her divine curves. Her breasts strained against the slit down the middle, and a series of strings showed off some deep cleavage. Taeler had been blessed by some goddess, and was curvier than any woman I had ever seen in my life. Her ass was the very definition of thickness, and her legs were wrapped up by a pair of green and black boots. Taeler's skin was porcelain, and her hair was fire. Her cheekbones were as round and big as her derriere, and a pair of brown eyes glowed with quiet intensity. Dark lipstick stood out in stark contrast to her pale skin, and made her lips wonderfully plump.
"Oh yeah?" I spat back. My mind went blank. Taeler Hendrix had a wonderful capacity to do that to people. We were standing in a wrestling ring, in the middle of a small arena. I looked down. My wrestling costume was a little bit less alluring than hers, but still pretty damn hot. My top was similar to a bikini top, except there was more material covering my chest and it went up to a ring around my neck. It was black, and a constellation of sequins made it shine in the light of the arena. My bottoms were far more conservative, a pair of black boy shorts that were also powdered by a series of sequins. My boots were straight black, and leather. My eyes were not quite as dark as my hair, but both were darker than my skin.
"Mandy Leon, you are always telling people to woman up, so let's see how far that goes." The crowd was on her side. They were always on her side. "Why don't we do a handcuff match? No disqualification."
A crackle of fear came across me. We had a fairly even record against each other, but we had never had any matches like a handcuff match. The rules were fairly simple for those- handcuff your opponent, and you win. But Taeler was awfully kinky, as everyone backstage knew. This could end very badly. Plus, it was hardcore rules to boot.
"You're on." I said. One of the grunts came down from the staging area and threw a pair of handcuffs into the ring. The audience went wild and this turn of events, and the referee looked at both of us.
"You ready, ladies?" He asked.
I nodded.
"Hell yeah," Taeler said. The bell rung and we were off. The Poison Princess charged forward and got me in a lock up. I pivoted and managed to twist her onto the ground. Without even a second's pause, I was on top of her, smacking her head around. Taeler kicked violently, and I was unseated. We both got up, and I seized her to try and throw her to the ropes. The busty redhead stopped herself, and managed to turn it around so I was sent packing to the turnbuckles.
I crash landed with my back to the medal, and Taeler was on me in a flash. She raised her hand up, and I winced because I knew what was coming next. Sure enough, she brought her hand down onto my chest for a mighty chest slap. I cringed as Taeler caused me a ton of pain and made my ample chest jiggle. She raised her hand again, and I seized my opportunity. I grabbed the back of her head, and threw her into my former place. Taeler was so beautiful in front of me. It was a shame that I would have to annihilate her. I did the same thing to her that she did to me. My hand came down on her soft and tender breasts. The Poison Princess cried out as she was shamed and pained, and yelped once more when I brought my hand down again.
I was going for a third one when her leg rose up and slammed into my gut for a front kick. The power of the blow forced me to double over. The Poison Princess wrapped her arm around my neck and got me into a quick bulldog. I was rudely acquainted with the mat, and the pain ensured that I would be down for a second. Taeler planted her rotund ass on my lower back, and wrenched my left leg into a single leg Boston Crab. She was always going on and on about Boston strong, and now I was learning a whole lot about Boston pain.
I gritted my teeth and tried to endure the hold. We were awfully close to the ropes, and an idea popped into my head. Slowly, achingly, gruelingly, I clawed my way to the ropes and forced a rope break.
Taeler got up and was in the ref's face. "Are you kidding me? What on earth do you think you're doing? I run this fed, and..." The Poison Princess did not get much of a chance to continue her rant, because I was on her; my hands wrapped around her curvy waist, and I hauled her up and over me, for a rapid German Suplex. The redheaded beauty crashed down to the mat with a holler of pain, and I rose to my feet in a flash. I seized that pretty red hair of hers and hauled her onto her two feet. Then I turned around, grabbed her neck, and flipped her forward.
She landed on that sweet ass of hers, and was sitting up when I approached her. The first thing I did was launch a lashing kick at her exposed back, which made her howl. My fists were clenched and my heart was beating. The match was getting very real, and I knew from the bottom of my heart that I could win it.
But first, I was going to humiliate her. She was still sitting up when I grabbed the back of her head, and moved both of my legs around her shoulders. The Poison Princess grabbed my knees and whined, but I was not going to be nice. Not to her. I rocked my hips backwards and forwards as I ran my hands down my body, much to the crowd's delight. Then I rolled so I was on my hands and knees, and Taeler was still between my legs. I bounced up and down on my knees so Taeler's pretty face bounced against the mat a few times, and I thought the woman was out of it.
I slipped my knees out from underneath her, and went for the handcuffs. For so long I had struggled against her, and now it was my time to totally degrade this woman. She had called me out and beaten me before, much to my shame. But now I had a chance to bind this woman, and force her to acknowledge my superiority. My heart was thumping as I got ready to snatch victory in the most degrading way.
Before I even got that close, Taeler launched a donkey kick upwards and caught me right in the gut. I doubled over before I fell to the ground. The Poison Princess was not going to let me just lay there, however, and pulled me up and tried to Irish Whip me into the ropes. I managed to pivot and grab her, and it was Taeler who was bounding towards the ropes. She didn't bounce off of them like I hoped, so I had to charge in.
The redhead was ready for me. She turned and bent over, and the back kick that slammed into my gut made me fall to my knees. Taeler grabbed my dark hair and threw me between the ropes. I fell down to the harsh concrete with a gasp. Pain threatened to overwhelm me as I staggered upwards. When I turned to face the ring, I saw Taeler flying towards me.
It was far too late. Her body slammed into mine, and I crashed backwards into the barricade. The crowd cheered their heroine while I contemplated finding a different career path. It took Taeler a second to recover, and I was very grateful to have even a moment's reprieve. She slowly got up, and spread her legs slightly as she stood. I was sitting, and she was standing. There, she towered over me. The woman looked like pure sex, her curves accentuated as she breathed hard. Those soft pale breasts of hers rose up and down with every passing breath. It would have been an altogether lovely sight, save for the fact that a look of blind rage was etched into her face.
