The crowd of fifty-something wrestlers applauded as the bell rang. Dee was already in trouble as her opponent attacked with a savage fury. Even though she was two inches taller than her opponent, the 5'2" woman was besieged by her ebony opponent on all sides. When they had went to lock up, Daisy had attacked with a chopping thrust to Dee's windpipe, making the fifty two year old woman gag as she was unable to breathe. Dee had her ear length dark hair grabbed as Daisy rocked her with several short uppercuts, splitting Dee's lip as was able to taste her own blood. The black woman rammed her knee into Dee's stomach as she was bent over, trying to protect her face, then followed up with one last knee lift between Dee's legs.
"Fuck! Oh god," she groaned fell so she was practically genuflecting. Daisy reached down into Dee's one piece black swimsuit to claw the white woman's right breast. Dee's screams were muted by the crowd of men and women who were cheering for more.
Daisy pulled Dee to her feet, both hands back in her opponent's hair, as Dee took a swing, catching the black woman in the breadbasket. It stunned Daisy enough for Dee to cock her fist back and nail her again. Suddenly Dee had the advantage of backing Daisy up into the ropes with jabs and hooks until she had to cover up as Dee went up top, head hunting, to resume battering the black woman's flat belly.
The referee stepped in, trying to separate the women, when Daisy grabbed Dee's hair. She pulled the white woman in and took a big bite of Dee's breast through her swimsuit.
"Argh, you fuckin' bitch," Dee howled but was quickly silenced when Daisy pulled her down for a head-butt. It made her see stars and she backed up but Daisy still had a handful of Dee's swimsuit, and wrapped her boot behind the white woman's to trip her.
"You can get her, baby," Dee's husband, Keith, yelled out from his seat among the gallery of chairs that surrounded the ring in the old warehouse. Dee was still dizzy when Daisy pounced on her, driving her knee into Dee's breast; the same one she had scratched and bitten. Dee wanted to scream as it felt like her tit had practically burst but the nimble fifty three year old black woman had wrapped herself around her opponent like an octopus.
Daisy's purple one piece swimsuit, adorned with flowers to her namesake, was rising and falling on her chest as she breathed heavily. She had captured Dee's arm and had wrapped her legs around the white woman's head, covering Dee's mouth with her calf muscle, while she flexed and lifted her hips up, adding more pressure to the triangle head scissors. Dee was floundering; she wasn't used to such a fast paced match and as Daisy pulled up on her own ankle, her coffee colored leg was pushed right up against Dee's nose.
"Get to the ropes, honey," Keith called out. Dee's boots were only a foot away from the rope but she could not see them due to her positioning as her only view was of her opponent smiling into her face.