The Audition

by Nitro     (c) 2001

"Hmmm", Alison mumbled to herself as she turned looking at herself nervously in front of the full length mirror. The light red satin boy leg shorts clung to her body in away that almost seemed be part of her lightly tanned skin, dipping down in a slight "V" just below her belly button. Her firm butt cheeks showed a seductive hint of their presence as they peeked out beneath the seam of her high cut shorts. It seemed like the smooth cloth complimented her womanly curves, clinging to her body in an almost apologetic way as it offered a teasing hint of what lay beneath. Slowly she moved from side to side, carefully examining her every pose in the mirror, trying to convince herself she looked hot. She squeezed the matching red satin bra together from the sides as she leaned forward examining her cleavage in the mirror. At a 36C, she was anything but flat chested, but still she felt she was lacking in the chest department, even though her friends told her she had a very nice figure. Alison was and incredibly attractive woman, but most of her life she had a hang up about her looks. She was one of those girls that seemed to grow faster than the others in school when she was young, and often was the target of ridicule because of her size by the other children. Despite the fact that she had blossomed into a beautiful young woman, some of these scars from her childhood still lingered, and as a result still had slight lack of self confidence.

Alison was a slender girl, standing five feet ten inches tall and weighing about one hundred and thirty pounds. The muscle tone was not what one would call overly conditioned, but you could see that she did take care of herself and made a conscious effort to remain fit. Her light brown hair showed a tint of red as she slowly turned under the lights, still scanning herself in the mirror with her soft brown eyes. She was twenty five years old and had a radiant smile, and after several minutes of staring at herself in the mirror, flashed one, finally convinced she looked good. Taking a deep breath, she said in a soft voice, "I can't believe I'm actually going to go through with this", as she turned away from the mirror to start changing into her street clothes.

All her life she had tried to find ways to vent her natural aggression. In high school, she took part in the different sports and even spent some time on the wrestling team, but this was radically different. She had always been a big fan of the professional wrestling scene, but realized she probably would never make it into the big leagues due to her small build. Still she did grapple around on the mats with some friends down at the gym, and actually felt quite knowledgeable of many of the holds and moves used in the wrestling world today. By chance she had heard of a new club in town that was having auditions for girls to become pro-am wrestlers. The details were sketchy at best, but she had heard that the majority of the girls fighting were to be around her weight class. In her mind this would be the perfect opportunity to try some competitive wrestling on her level.

Alison stopped her car and double-checked the address she had written on the paper. Taking a nervous deep breath, she nodded then climbed from her car, entering the front door of the building. She paused in the lobby of the old high-rise office building and looked around awe struck for a moment. It seemed amazing how the slightly run-down outer appearance of the old twenty plus story building, could hide such magnificent architecture just inside its front door. Alison loved old buildings, to her they almost had a romantic aura, and this place was no exception. Gazing around at the marble and hardwood finish, she made her way to the floor directory beside the elevator. Running her finger along the listed offices, she finally found the name of the office where she needed to go. Slinging her bag back over her shoulder, Alison pushed the button and waited patiently for the elevator to reach the ground floor. As she stood waiting, she couldn't help but notice her reflection in the highly polished stainless steel elevator door. She leaned forward looking at herself in the door for a moment, then took a tube of lipstick from her coat pocket, and gave her full lips a quick touch up. Suddenly to her surprise, the door opened without warning. She stared awkwardly with a slightly embarrassed grin at the man in the elevator as she fumbled to put her lipstick back in her pocket.

The man seemed unfazed by her little situation, and just looked straight ahead as he was leaving the elevator. She couldn't help but stare at him, there was something about him that seemed to captivate her. He wore what appeared to be a very expensive tailor made suit. It fit him extremely well, showing a very solid build beneath. He stood a little shorter than she did, but it was very apparent that he was a very serious person by the expression on his face. Perhaps the most intriguing thing to her, was the fact that a very dark pair of wrap around sunglasses covered his eyes, it gave him a mysterious vibe. As he walked by, he stopped and slowly turned to look at her. She froze as he turned, almost petrified with fear. He extended his hand, running his finger down the side of her lip to her chin. "You got a little lipstick there", he said in a very calm voice. She forced a smile and squeaked out a faint, "th th thank you". He smiled warmly as he turned and went on his way, "anytime" he replied as he walked out.

Alison stood there in a slight state of shock for a moment, then giggled to herself as she pushed the fourteenth floor button. His touch...something about his touch seemed to send a chill through her, almost like she sensed some sort of power in him. She just shrugged and watched as the numbers approached her floor. The door opened revealing a small hallway with a sign reading, "Auditions", and an arrow pointing to a second door down the hall. She walked to the door, took a deep breath as she straightened out her shirt, did a final grooming check, and walked in.

The sight that greeted her was not what she had expected. A wrestling ring stood in the center of what appeared to be the entire floor. Only a few small rooms could be seen at one corner of the floor, otherwise the place was wide open except for several supporting pillars. There was an office off to the side of the elevator with a sign, "New Applicants" posted on the partially open door. There was another woman sitting talking to a man behind a desk. Alison decided to take a closer look around while she waited for her turn in the office. The place was well set up, everything appeared to be clean, with the walls being painted with a light yellow, giving the entire place a bright look. The one wall had windows that provided a good view of the city skyline, while the others had various posters and pictures ranging from wrestling and sports events, to exotic vacation locations. Around and above the ring was a series of video and still cameras, no doubt set up to capture the action from all angles, as well as several chairs for spectators. Two girls with boxing gloves were sparing in the ring, as a man sat at a table about twenty feet from the ring working on a computer, and other recording equipment hooked up to the cameras around and above the ring. The place looked well thought out.

A hand touched Alison's shoulder, making her jump slightly. "Oh, I'm sorry." The man from the office apologized, "I didn't mean to startle you". Alison just smiled and said it was ok. "Are you here for the auditions?", he asked in a sincere tone. "Yes, if I could", she replied smiling brightly. "Great! Then lets go talk in my office", he said. They went into the office and sat down. For the next hour, he explained what the objectives of this new club were, and what he was hoping to achieve. It was very simple actually. What he wanted was to build a wrestling club that featured beautiful and talented women that would battle in real matches using a variety of cat-fight, pro style, and martial arts style holds and moves. The emphasis was on realism, and the matches would take place in various venues as well as some studio recorded stuff for video sales. Alison said she liked the idea and would like to try out for the club. She asked what kind of attire she would be required to wear. He replied, "Anything goes. Some of the girls wrestle in traditional wrestling gear, others in bikinis, and some even in lingerie. Its up to you." Alison smiled and asked what she needed to do for the audition. "Its very simple", he said, "You and one of the other applicants will have twenty minutes in the ring to show off your wrestling skills. There will be no winner or losers, that's not how I judge this. I'll be looking for things like ring skill, hold and move knowledge, ability to give and take pain, as well as how you look and move in those situations. We all have varying degrees of skill, and some will lose and some will win, if that cannot be accepted, there is no place for you here. We don't want a bunch of whiners, and because the battles will not be staged, there will be some injuries." Alison nodded and asked when she would get her chance to try out. He said right now if she liked, the changing rooms were in the far corner if she had her gear along. "Yup..i came prepared", she replied in a cheery voice. "Great!", the man said with an enthusiastic chuckle, "I'll get you an opponent". Alison turned and walked to the dressing room.

The dressing room was small, but just like the ring area was well thought out and contained everything she needed. Alison took her outfit from her bag and slowly began getting undressed. In a few minutes, she was standing in her red satin shorts and bra, looking at herself in the mirror. She pulled the shorts up tight as she rubbed her hands up along the front of her body smoothening the fine wrinkles on skin tight material. "Damn I look good in these", she whispered as she sat down in front of the mirror to apply her make-up. She had decided to wear her hair in a partial ponytail, leaving her bangs hanging down framing her pretty face. Her hair was long and straight with a slight wave to it, reaching down to nearly the middle of her back. To Alison, looking sexy was very important in the ring, she felt it gave a psychological advantage over your opponent if you could intimidate them with your looks and sex appeal. Alison smiled as she took one last look at herself in the mirror, then slipped on her black satin robe, and walked to the ring.

The man stood in the center of the ring talking to another woman as Alison approached. He turned and smiled motioning her to climb into the ring. Alison, this is Brenda, she will be auditioning with you. "Nice to meet you", she said as she extended her hand. "Yeah, same here", Brenda said as she shook her hand firmly. Alison couldn't help but wonder how she would do against her, Brenda was about two inches shorter and looked like she had about ten more pounds of weight on her well muscled body. She wore a very basic black one-piece bathing suit, with black runners on her feet. Her hair was pitch black, and her eyes were a very dark shade of brown. Her facial features gave a small indication of Asian heritage, and she spoke with a slight, almost undetectable accent. Her frame was a bit chunky, but by no means fat, she had excellent muscle tone and development but was rather small in the chest area.

Alison dropped her robe and turned to look at the man for instructions. He paused for a moment as he looked at her slender body, then raised an eyebrow and began to speak. "You're a very pretty lady Alison, I can't wait to see how you do against Brenda here." Alison blushed slightly, then looked at him smiling. "Ok", he continued, "the rules are simple. For the next twenty minutes, I want you two to show me what you know about wrestling. I want to see holds, throws, moves, and just your basic knowledge. There is no ref, so there are no winners or losers. If one of you surrenders, the one applying the hold does not have to let go, but I recommend you do so I can see a larger repertoire of wrestling skills in the time allowed. I don't want you to hurt each other, but I do want to see holds and moves applied effectively. Remember this is just for fun. You both understand?" Brenda nodded, as did Alison. "Alright then. Start wrestling", he said as he climbed from the ring.

Alison stood looking at Brenda for a moment, then was greeted by a lightning fast knee to her belly. Brenda knew the reason she was here and she was going to make sure that the guys watching would get a good demonstration of her ability, and if that meant destroying Alison, so be it. Alison let out a loud grunt as she doubled over at the waist from the impact to her unprotected midsection. In an instant, Alison felt a hand reach down between her legs, hoisting her up off the mat in position for a body slam. "Shit is she strong", she thought to herself as Brenda almost effortlessly picked up her slender frame and slammed her to the mat on her back. Alison was well aware of what was happening, and did know how to take a fall. She quickly exhaled before hitting the mat to prevent the breath being knocked from her. A dull pain shot through her entire body despite her efforts to absorb the impact, as well as a slight groan from her lips. Arching her back slightly from the pain in her body, Alison managed to open her eyes only see Brenda jump up preparing to land on her with a well timed elbow drop. Knowing she would only get a few chances to counter any of Brenda's moves before becoming her victim to punish at will, Alison rolled to the side leaving Brenda with only the hard mat as a target.

Brenda crashed to the mat, landing heavily on her shoulder, her intended cushion now gone. Alison realizing Brenda may have hurt her shoulder from the bad landing, took the opportunity at hand and capitalized on her error. As quickly as her slightly aching body would allow, Alison got to her feet and brutally stomped at Brenda's sore shoulder. A low cry of pain escaped Brenda's mouth as she reached for her now aching shoulder with her good arm. Again Alison stomped her foe, this time hitting her squarely in the chest, sending her to the mat on her back moaning. As Brenda fell to her back gasping for breath, Alison dropped to her butt, draped her legs across Brenda's chest, and pulled her arm up between her legs while pulling with all her strength on her wrist. Again Brenda howled in pain as her wounded shoulder was being viciously pulled by Alison's arm stretch hold. She kicked her legs in pain and frustration, as Alison grit her teeth trying to apply as much pressure as she could to the injured joint. Brenda was a good fighter, and she knew that trying to resist the hold would only tire her out, and possibly hurt more later. She had learned the best thing to do in a situation like this was to launch an offensive, and seeing as how she was still quite fresh, would be able to do it effectively. Doing her best to ignore the pain in her arm, Brenda pushed herself up to a sitting position with her free hand then pulled her legs in under her. She managed to get to her knees, but with the weight of Alison still firmly griping her hand caused her to lean over in her direction, making it difficult to keep her balance. Alison tightened her scissors hold around Brenda's arm as she did her best to keep the heavier girl from getting to her feet. Finally Brenda managed to stand up, Alison's legs still across her chest holding her outstretched arm between them. As Brenda stood up, Alison's body was in a nearly vertical position with only her head and shoulders touching the mat now, but still firmly maintaining her hold. Knowing she needed to break this hold now or risk injuring her shoulder badly, Brenda took advantage of Alison's elevated nearly vertical position and began violently kicking the slender beauty in the small of her back. With each kick, Alison let out a small grunt, and with each kick, Brenda felt Alison's grip weaken. With one final blow, Brenda managed to drive her foot viciously into Alison's kidney area, finally forcing her to release the hold. Alison rolled to her side, massaging her lower back groaning from the kicks as Brenda paced the mat shaking her arm attempting to loosen up the now badly aching shoulder joint.

Seeing Alison still on the mat, holding her back, making no immediate attempt to get up, Brenda shrugged off the pain and ran over to her downed foe, firmly grabbing both her ankles. With the speed and precision of a seasoned pro, Brenda pulled up on Alison's legs, placing her feet firmly under her armpits, locking her hands together just behind her knees. She had Alison on her back perfectly set up for a classic Boston Crab submission hold. It only took Alison a second to realize what Brenda was about to do to her, and instantly began resisting her stronger foe's efforts to roll her onto her belly. Brenda's face was masked by a look of determination as she strained against Alison's resistance to being rolled over. She had her at the halfway point but not quite far enough to swing her leg over Alison's now twisted body to complete the hold. Alison moaned with exertion as she grit her teeth, her eyes closed tightly pouring every ounce of her energy into resisting Brenda's attempts to complete the hold. The two stood there looking like statues locked in mortal combat, muscles straining and bulging as they worked against each other, one trying to prevent the impending agony, while the other determined to inflict it. With a deep grunt, Brenda finally forced poor Alison onto her belly with one final burst of strength. "Nooooo!", Alison cried as her lean body finally succumbed to her foes power and became helplessly trapped in the agonizing hold. Brenda sat back, pulling on Alison's sexy legs, bending her back at an ugly angle. Her breasts mashed flat to the canvas from the leverage Brenda was pouring to her back, Alison was helpless to do anything other than pound the mat in frustration, and cry out in agony. Her brown hair flew around wildly as she shook her head, her back now screaming in pain as Brenda bent her body further. "Do you give?", Brenda asked in a calm but firm voice as Alison writhed beneath her. She said nothing, but continued to struggle as she cried out in pain. You could see Brenda tighten her grip on Alison's legs just a split second before she pulled up and sat back, putting all her weight into bending her victim's body. It was apparent Brenda had been holding back, because now the angle she was bending Alison's back at had increased incredibly within a fraction of a second. Poor Alison was being held at a near ninety degree angle at her lower back by Brenda's expertly applied Boston Crab, mouth opened wide as her scream of torment echoed across the room, tears now running down her cheeks. The pain was so instantly intense, the breath seemed to escape her lungs as she tried to cry out her surrender. "I I I ...I GIVE!!!!!!!" finally escaped her mouth as she submitted to the intense pain. Upon hearing her surrender, Brenda instantly released the hold, allowing Alison's legs to fall to the mat with a thud. Alison immediately rolled onto her side, holding her pain riddled back with both hands as she whimpered helplessly. Brenda stood back, hands confidently placed on her hips as she watched her beaten opponent writhe on the mat from the after effects of her hold.

Alison moaned holding her back for a moment, then managed to get up to her knees. Sitting back on her ankles, she grimaced slightly as she arched her back attempting to flex the soreness from her strained muscles. Brenda looked down at Alison for a moment with a look on her face the showed a slight remorse for what she had done to her, then offered a hand to help her up. Alison flashed a weak smile as she took Brenda's hand, moaning as she slowly got to her feet. She slowly stretched from side to side, still grimacing slightly, then said, "Oh man that hurt. You sure got me there". Brenda giggled softly placing her hand on Alison's shoulder as she stood facing her. "Yeah, I always wanted to see how good I could do that hold, you were my first submission to it", she replied with a slight giddiness in her voice. "Well...", Alison chuckled, "You sure applied it well, I'm sure I'll be feeling this for a few days." Brenda looked casually over at the clock, seeing that less than ten minutes had passed since the start of the audition, then looked back to Alison grinning mischievously. "Oh you'll be feeling more than just that for the next few days", she said, her voice now carrying a wicked tone, "Cause there is a lot more I want to try on you!" Alison's expression instantly turned to a look of confusion, "What do you mea.....OOOF!!", her words stopped short as Brenda lunged forward, driving her knee up into Alison's lower belly. The slender beauty stumbled back doubled over at the waist, still standing, but her arms now holding her midsection. As she stood bent over from the blow, Brenda quickly wrapped her arm around her gasping victim's neck, trapping Alison in a front headlock. The two staggered around awkwardly for a moment before finally coming to rest in the center of the ring. Alison was now trying desperately to loosen Brenda's arm from around her neck by clawing at her forearm, but Brenda only tightened her grip, producing a pitiful cry of pain from the helplessly trapped beauty. With a very nonchalant look, Brenda glanced over to the man at ringside, then looked back down at Alison struggling in her grasp. She smiled sadistically, then said in a very relaxed tone, "Now just relax hon, this is another one I've always wanted to try. It may hurt some", and kicked her legs out in front of her, falling onto her back with Alison still firmly trapped in her front headlock. Helpless to do anything but follow Brenda to the mat, Alison stuck the canvas head first, driven by Brenda's weight. She had just fallen victim to a perfect DDT.

Brenda sat up looking over at Alison, who was now lying face down at her side, motionless. Slowly she got to her feet still looking down at the stunned beauty on the mat before her. A twisted smile appeared on her lips as she firmly grasped Alison by the ankles and rolled her semi-conscious body over onto her back. Still holding her ankles, Brenda began twisting Alison's slender legs with her own, preparing the still stunned beauty for her next experience in agony. Suddenly Brenda stopped, she looked down at Alison, who was now slowly moving her head from side to side moaning softly, and untwisted their legs but retained her grip on her ankles. Grunting slightly, Brenda dragged Alison's body across the mat toward the ropes, her arms trailing limply over her head as they moved. Still holding Alison's ankles firmly, Brenda spread her victims legs slightly, then starting at her satin outlined crotch, gently ran her foot up along her inner thigh, a look on her face like she was savoring the moment. Alison twitched her leg slightly at the gentle touch, but for the most part was still totally unaware of what was happening to her.

"I wouldn't want to be you right now", Brenda whispered in a quiet, almost sweet voice, then began to twist her legs together with Alison's sexy limbs once again. With almost surgical like precision, Brenda took advantage of Alison's present state making certain her hold would be applied with perfection. Within a moment, Brenda dropped to the canvas, locking her leg over Alison's ankle, trapping the poor beauty in an expertly applied figure four leglock. Brenda just lay there looking at their intertwined legs for a moment, grinning sadistically as she admired her handy work, knowing that Alison's long slender legs would soon be the cause of her screams of agony. "Hey sweetie", Brenda said in a mocking voice, "Time to wake up, I have a present for you". By now Alison was holding her forehead moaning from the after effects of the DDT, but was still oblivious to the predicament she was in. Again Brenda said, "C'mon honey, look what I have for you.", her voice echoing of sarcasm. Slowly Alison lifted her head to look at Brenda, her eyes still glassy and unfocused. It only took a second to understand what Brenda had planned for her, she looked back with a pleading look in her eyes, then lay her head back as she slowly brought her hands up in a begging gesture. "Please no, don't", she begged in a soft whimper, knowing full well her long lean legs would be no match for Brenda's muscular limbs. Brenda smiled at Alison for a moment, then tilted her head back looking up at the ring ropes just above her head. She reached up grabbing the second rope with both hands, then taking a deep breath pulled herself up as she forced all her weight down onto her legs, forcing poor Alison's helplessly trapped limbs to absorb all the pressure. A horrific scream escaped Alison's mouth as her knee was suddenly being forced to bend the wrong way by Brenda's sadistic hold. Brenda knew that Alison would surrender almost instantly, that's why she had decided to use the ropes to intensify the hold, she had wanted to see just how bad she could make it hurt, and judging by Alison's reaction, it was excruciating. Excruciating it was, poor Alison thrashed her arms wildly as her deafening cries of agony echoed across the room, her back arched as her sexy limbs absorbed this terrible torture, a wild pain induced panic overtaking her. Brenda's face was a picture of exertion as she put every available ounce of strength into torturing her helplessly trapped victim, bouncing with the help of the ropes to punish Alison further. While literally tearing the hair from her own head, Alison finally screamed out in a shrill agonizing voice, "STOP!!! I GIVE!!! I GIVE!!!". Brenda smiled brightly upon hearing Alison's surrender, then slowly lowered herself back down to the mat, releasing the hold.

Instantly Alison curled up on the mat holding her wounded knee, tears steaming down her face. Brenda got to her feet, then casually glanced over to the clock smiling. That last adventure had taken only a few minutes, leaving her with more time to test her creative cruelty on poor Alison. Hands once again confidently placed on her hips, Brenda slowly sauntered over to Alison and began playfully kicking the tender knee. "C'mon cutie", she giggled mockingly, "We still have some time to play". Alison produced a slight whimper with each kick, but one could also see the anger growing in her eyes as she looked up at Brenda. Finally in a rage fueled burst of energy, Alison lunged up driving her fist squarely into Brenda's crotch, sending the dark haired vixen crumpling to the mat. The move was nothing more than desperation maneuver the help buy Alison some time, and perhaps prevent her from getting punished further before the time limit ran out. Rolling over and using the ropes for assistance, Alison managed to get up to her feet. She stood moving her aching knee for a moment, then attempted to walk only to be greeted by a sharp pain as she put weight down on her injured knee. A very audible, "unngghh", escaped her lips with every step as she tried to loosen up the pain and stiffness in her legs by pacing the mat. Brenda lay curled up in a fetal position groaning from the effects of the crotch shot, apparently having received more damage than what Alison had first anticipated.

Feeling she had recovered enough to actually launch an offensive, Alison limped over to the still moaning Brenda, grabbed a firm hold on her black hair, and began pulling her to her feet. With an obvious struggle, Brenda managed to make it up to her hands and knees, Alison's hand still firmly latched on her hair. Alison looked down at her foe kneeling at her feet grinning slightly. She thought to herself, "Now its my turn to do some hurting.", as she prepared to drive her knee up into Brenda's forehead. Apparently Brenda had different thoughts, because the crotch shot had done two things. First it had broken her rhythm, second it had infuriated her, and now she had made up her mind to make Alison suffer because of it. As Alison pulled on her hair, Brenda readied herself for her next move. Without warning, she reached up grabbing the front of Alison's tight shorts, then pulled her toward her while at the same time lunging forward, driving her head violently into the unsuspecting beauty's belly. Caught totally by surprise, Alison doubled over at the waist, a loud "OOOF!" sound coming from her widely opened mouth. Brenda quickly spun around on the mat, still on her knees but now having her back to Alison, then reached back, grabbing her gasping foe behind the head. She pulled forward as she got to her feet, causing Alison to become draped over her right shoulder, her head hanging down in front of her. With one fluid motion, Brenda wrapped her arms around Alison's waist pulling her down slightly while squeezing her belly tight to hers, then jumped up, kicking her legs out in a widely spread position, dropping to the mat on her rear. Alison struck the mat headfirst violently between Brenda's legs before flopping forward onto her back, her legs spread out wide as she came to rest. The impact had been devastating, with her head and neck absorbing nearly both their combined weights, Alison now lay unconscious on the mat, her body spread out in a wide "X".

Brenda got up and glared down at the vanquished beauty at her feet, her face still masked with a look of anger. "Fucking give me a cheap shot, will ya?", she hissed at the motionless Alison, "Your gonna fucking pay for that!" She stared down at Alison's sexy spread eagle body at her feet for a moment, then walked over to the ropes, staring at the man at ringside. "Are those things rolling?", she shouted to the man as she pointed to the camera's at ringside. "Yes", he replied, "We record all our matches." "Good!", Brenda barked back, "Move that camera right over here", she said pointing to a spot directly in front of her on the floor, "I want this bitch to have a good shot of how she looks as I break her in half!!" The man obviously slightly disturbed by Brenda's order, realized she was not about to take no for an answer, and moved the camera and tripod so it was positioned directly at the center of the ring on the floor, only several feet from the ropes.

Satisfied the camera was in the best position to capture the final demise she had in mind for Alison, Brenda turned and walked back to her KO'd victim. She grabbed Alison's feet and dragged her so she lay only a few feet from the ropes, the camera aimed directly between her legs. Again Brenda positioned Alison's arms and legs so her sexy sweat glistening body formed a wide spread X, then looked at the camera smiling. She walked over to Alison's head, grabbed her ponytail, and lifted her head to look at the camera. Alison offered no resistance, her eyes remained closed tight as she remained unconscious from the effects of Brenda's well applied pile driver variation. Still holding her sleeping victim's head up, Brenda knelt down behind her, then slowly let Alison down so her head and shoulders rested on the top of her thighs as she sat back on her ankles. Brenda just stared at Alison's beaten sexy body for a moment smiling. The tight red satin clung to her sweaty skin like a thin glossy film, the tight little shorts showing a nearly perfect outline of her womanhood as she spread out before her aggressor. Her nipples showed their presence beneath the thin material of her bra as her chest rose and fell automatically as she breathed, the small beads of sweat shining under the lights.

Slowly Brenda leaned forward over her sleeping victim, seductively running her hands over her every sensuous curve. Alison now began moaning slightly, her beaten body slowly beginning to come back to life. Her eyes still remained closed, and she was still to weak to move her arms, but her facial expression was a testament to the pain she had, and was suffering at the hands of this brutal woman. Still moving down Alison's body in a slow, teasing manner, Brenda let her hands glide across the smooth glossy material covering her hips, then down behind her silky thighs. Leaning back, Brenda pulled Alison's legs up with her, allowing her hands to slide along the back her well-toned limbs, finally securing a firm grasp on her ankles. Brenda now had Alison's long lean legs firmly in her hands by the ankles, her head and shoulders still resting on her upper thighs as she held her victim's legs up in a wide spread position.

Alison slowly blinked her eyes, groggily moving her head from side to side as she groaned weakly. Brenda tightened her grip on Alison's ankles as she extended her arms back and outward, spreading her victim's legs even wider. She could feel the resistance of Alison's muscles as she proceeded splitting her, then paused slightly as she felt the strain. Realizing Alison had regained consciousness, Brenda leaned forward slightly, looking down at her helplessly trapped victim with a sadistic grin, chuckling softly. Alison grimaced as she tilted her head back to meet Brenda's eyes, then looked down at her legs trapped in the wide spread position. With a moan of despair, she lay her head back as she weakly lifted her hands, grabbing Brenda's arms. She was still to weak to offer any type of defense against Brenda's hold, but she was fully aware of what was about to happen to her. In a very soft, pathetic voice she pleaded, "oh god no. I'm begging you...please don't". Brenda just sneered back and hissed, "You should have thought of that before you hit me between my legs. Now smile for the camera as I make a wish!" Again Alison begged for mercy, but her pleas suddenly turned to cries as Brenda leaned forward, forcing her victim's legs back and down toward the canvas at a terrible angle. Alison screamed out at the top of her lungs as her slender body was viciously being split by Brenda's cruel wishbone hold, her hands now holding the back of her widely spread legs, attempting futilely to relieve the pain some how. Brenda looked up at the clock, seeing she still had a couple of minutes to torture poor Alison, and possibly dish out some humiliation.

Releasing the pressure just enough to stop Alison's pitiful screaming, Brenda looked down at the now sobbing beauty spread out in her grasp like a trophy, and said in a firm voice, "You feel like submitting?" Alison's lay there helplessly, tears rolling down her cheeks, her hands still messaging the back of her thighs, her legs held in such a wide position the seems of her tight satin shorts threatening to split from the extreme contorted position her body was in. "Yes...I submit...please stop...please...", her voice choked with tears. Brenda smiled again as she looked up at the clock, seeing she only had a little less than a minute left in the audition. "Say sorry for hitting me!", she ordered. With out hesitation, Alison cried out, "I'm sorry". "Ok", Brenda said, "That didn't sound very sincere bitch, now look at the camera as I bust you in two!", and with that leaned forward forcing poor Alison's legs even further apart than she had earlier. Helpless to do anything but scream in sheer agony, Alison's cries rang across the room with a deafening intensity. Finally the clock signaled the twenty-minute mark. In an instant the man at ringside stood up and hollered at Brenda to release the hold. She sneered back at him for a second, then gave Alison one final burst before letting her over strained spread legs fall to the canvas. Upon being released, Alison curled up on the mat, hands between her thighs holding her wounded thigh muscles crying uncontrollably. Brenda got up, and stood looking down at the sobbing beauty she had just destroyed. "Nice playing with you", she chuckled as she left the ring and headed to the dressing room.

Alison remained a sobbing heap on the mat as the man came in to help her. He tried to help her to rise, but the pain was still to intense for her to stand. He picked her up in his arms, carrying her from the ring. "Turn that fucking thing off!", he growled at the camera man as he walked by on way to the dressing room, Alison's arms wrapped around his neck, still crying softly. He closed the door behind him as he entered the small dressing room, gently placing her beaten body on the padded bench beside the wall. "Can you sit up?", he asked in a caring voice as Alison wiped the tears from her eyes. "I think so", she said as she grimaced getting up to an upright position. She reached down between her thighs, messaging her inner muscles groaning slightly. Gently the man reached up, putting both hands on her shoulders, messaging her neck gently. "You ok? She drove you pretty hard there", he asked in a tender voice. Alison tilted her head back, her eyes closed as she savored the relief the gentle touch was providing. "Yeah", she replied, "I'll just be sore for a few days...I'll be fine". She turned to look at him, a sheepish look on her face. "I guess I failed miserably, huh?", she asked. The man chuckled slightly as he replied, "No, actually I thought you did great. It was clear from the start that she was setting you up. Most girls would have walked out, but you stayed to the end and never backed down. I thought for sure you'd call it quits after that leg lock. I couldn't believe you actually nailed her with a crotch shot after that. You got guts, I like you." She smiled brightly at his words then said, "you mean I have a chance at getting in?" He grinned and said, "We'd love to have you with us. Your not afraid to get a few bruises. Not many girls as pretty as you willing to do that." Again she smiled brightly as she wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. She pulled back for a moment, then looked at him with a gleam in her eye. Slowly she kissed him on the lips, then pulled back again looking for his reaction. At first he looked at her slightly confused, then smiled warmly. Sometimes a look says more than words, and Alison knew what their eyes were saying. She swung her leg over the bench so she was straddling it, facing him. He looked at her for a moment, then gently lowered his hand, massaging her inner thigh. She wrapped her arms around his neck again, and pressed her lips firmly to his, letting him feel her passion. For the next little while, he helped her to feel better.

That night Alison sat alone in the dark on the couch in her bath robe, a bowl of popcorn on her lap as she stared at the television. She watched the tape of her match from earlier that day, and still rubbed her aching neck as the moments relived themselves before her on the screen. "Next time I'll have to choose my opponents a little more carefully I think", she chuckled as she watched the finishing moments of her defeat. Getting up with a groan, she turned off the TV and crawled into the steaming bathtub to relax her aching body. "Next time...", she whispered as she drifted off to sleep.