The International wrestling Championships! [Volume 1,] {United States vs Russia}
Vanessa Hutchins took a deep breath. She shifted in her polyester two piece wrestling attire, the Stars and Stripes of her American Flag wrestler bikini glittered in the studio lights of her dressing room. Her blonde locks fell onto her chest, which was tightly held together by her attire.
“You’re on Vanessa, they’re announcing your name.” The studio manager told her, he then disappeared behind the crowd of workers, leaving Vanessa alone again. On her makeup counter, lied an envelope.
What was written on the cover?
***”From Russia, With Love!”***
“And for our matchup, we have the lovely, American, Vanessa Hutchins!” The announcer boomed on.
Vanessa ran to face a screaming crowd, she shifted in her sexy attire, the wrestler bottoms clinging tightly to her Shapley ass.
“USA! USA! USA! USA!” The crowd cheered out. The other half of the stadium, the Russian half, started to Boo her.
Vanessa sprinted into the ring. She tried to give a strong smile, but couldn’t bring herself to give anything but a neutral look. She slid in between the ropes and stood in her corner.
The giant stadium monitor displayed Vanessa in all her glory. A blonde, tanned curvy woman. Her outfit fit in all the right places. Leaving just enough to the imagination. She shifted in her feet as she waited for the Russian team to present their fighter.
***”And for the Russian side we have the lovely, powerful, and exceedingly patriotic, Olga Averin!”***
Olga was a monster of a woman. Six feet tall, and well built in muscle. The woman was a suitable match to Vanessa, some would argue that she was more than enough.
Olga was dressed in a patriotic Russian flagged sports bra, and white bottom shorts, the shorts did well to accentuate her ass.
Olga strode down into the ring, the other side of the stadium cheering on the Russian woman. She was draped in the Russian flag, the red white and blue was draped over her like a cloak, she carried it into the ring with pride, pulling it all off before entering the ring.
Both women were oiled to make grappling slightly harder, the crowd cheered on their two representatives meeting up for the match of a lifetime. Each woman, oiled and proudly representing their home nation.
Olga had short hair, but her curves were slightly bigger than Vanessas. Oil streamed down her toned body, flowing from her chest to her stomach. Olga turned around to appeal to her crowd. Russian flags and cheers erupted from that section of the audience.
Vanessa didn’t do the same. She sighed and walked up to Olga to begin the match.
Vanessa held her hand out to greet Olga, the Russian chuckled in response and slapped her hand away.
“Don’t patronize me American. We made deal. We aren’t friends. Now let’s give them show.”
“This better be all the money you and your monster cronies promised.” Vanessa grumbled.
“I’ll make it look realistic. But go easy on me..”
Vanessa started the match off, she grabbed Olga by the bra straps and threw her into the mat, Olga crashed to the center of the ring.
“Ungh!” Olga grunted out as she struggled to sit herself upright.
Vanessa grounded herself, planting two firm feet on the mat, her ass and legs centering themselves.
“Come on then!” Vanessa charged at her opponent.
“You… Bitch! You think this a movie?! Well if it is, **I’M** main character!” Olga stood up to catch Vanessa’s charge, the two women crashed into each other.
Vanessa’s body flew back into the mat, she crashed to the ground. Clutching her lower back.
“Ah!” She screamed out. Turning to her side in a vain attempt to get up.
Olga was unfazed, just slightly shaken. The woman cracked her neck and strutted towards the American.
“Oh, a great American hero…” Olga mocked Vanessa as the American fighter struggled to get up. Olga pulled her forward by the hair, Vanessa screamed out as Olga knelt down to hold Vanessa’s ear to Her mouth.
“Well guess what… Hero?” Olga whispered into Vanessa’s ear, Vanessa groaned as Olga wrapped her hand around the Americans chest. Locking her other hand over her ass and pulling her up into a fireman’s carry.
The crowd cried out as their favorite heroine was a plaything in Olgas hands. Vanessa whimpered out as Olga held her up, the American flag pasted on her ass was covered in a humiliating way.
“You chose the wrong stadium!” Olga boomed out before dropping Vanessa in a powerful slam. Vanessa’s head bounced off the canvas as her body crashed into the ground.
The American crowd was silent. The Russian crowd was overjoyed.
Vanessa was breathing heavily. Her eyes were shut, and her chest heaved under the intense fight.
The Russian woman took a minute to absorb the environment. She laid a hand on Vanessa’s oiled shoulder, pulling her up and pressing her into the ropes.
Cameras and videotapes flashed Vanessa’s ass pressed into the ropes by a stronger, more dominant woman.
The crowd cried out once again in terror as the Russian held Vanessa’s throat against the ropes, bending the American against them. The Russian crowd cheered, while the American one stood silent.
Vanessa’s body bounced four times off the rope, before Olga let go of her opponent and let her fall into the mat. She circled the ring, raising her hands up in a display of showmanship.
“*This!* is your challenger?!” Olga screamed out to the American crowd. She was met with boo’s. And massive scorn. Meanwhile, behind her, Vanessa had begun to stir,
She got up, clutching her stomach, she made her way over to Olga weakly, she coughed out loudly as she made her way to the Russian.
Olga turned around to face Vanessa, she gasped softly, surprised at the endurance of her opponent. The two women stared each other down. Each one willing to beat the daylights out of the other.
“What? … Ha… Had enough yet?” Vanessa stuttered out between Breaths. Olga turned to the crowd, and shrugged. “I guess she had fight left.” She said. Before turning back to face Vanessa.
“We end this…” Olga declared. She prepared herself to charge, while Vanessa planted her feet on the ground once again. This fight was just beginning.
Olga crashed into Vanessa, throwing the woman into the ropes, Olga wasted no momentum, throwing herself into her opponent once again. The ropes swinging them back onto the mat. They both heaved to the ground in a **Crash!**
The two women writhed on the mat. Vanessa exhaled and grabbed the ropes. Olga stood back up. And started crawling over to her.
“Nice performance…” She exhaled. Standing up. Vanessa groaned as Olga pulled her hair back. Vanessa slumped against Olgas leg. The Russian crowd was ecstatic. Cheering Olga on as she grasped Vanessa by the hair and held her up.
“It almost felt like a real match.” She chided.
Vanessa groaned and grasped weakly at her hair. Olga pulled her hands away. And threw her against the corner-post turnbuckle. Vanessa collided with it violently. Smashing her head against the lower turnbuckle. Her chest heaved, sweat flowed down her neck, and onto her stomach.
Olga strutted over. And turned around.
“Hey, American, In Russia, we saw your propaganda Movie. **Rocky Four.** Was it not? Let me reenact favorite scene from **Russian** Director’s Cut!”
Olga blew a kiss to the audience, before backing her ass into Vanessa’s face. Vanessa offered no resistance as her head flew back to rest into the turnbuckle. Olga was met with a series of boos and jeers from the American side. Some called on her to end it. And stop Vanessa’s humiliation. Olga just smiled in response. Mushing her ass even further into Vanessa’s face.
Olga then stood back up. And pulled Vanessa to her feet. She held the motionless woman against the corner. And charged her hand back. Before smacking Vanessa in the chest. Vanessa lurched forward from the hit. Collapsing into Olgas arms. She looked up at her opponent.
“I thought… You were gonna go… Easy on me?” Vanessa groaned. Olga laughed, and held her opponents face gently.
“They wouldn’t believe us if I treat you nicely. But don’t worry American. All pain will be over soon.”
Olga picked Vanessa up, running a hand over her crotch, and another over her chest to initiate yet another Fireman’s carry.
Vanessa faced the lights. Her eyes closed. Her chest heaving. A collective cry of concern went out from the entire audience as Olga pulled a back breaker, smashing Vanessa under her knee. And throwing her body to the mat.
Vanessa lay ass up. Knocked unconscious. Olga took her place as winner. And draped her body over Vanessa for a pin count.
**”One!”**
“That money…Better be worth it…” Vanessa moaned softly.
**”Two!”**
“Don’t worry dear. It worth every penny.” Olga assured.
**”Three! Olga wins by Pinfall! Match over! Russian Victory!”**
The Russian crowd went wild as Olga shot up from her defeated opponent. The Soviet anthem started to boom out across the Arena, as the Russian Flag burned itself on the displays. Olga, had defeated her main rival. One of the only obstacles to the international championship title.
Olga strutted to her Russian Flag. She held it up on her shoulders. Climbing the turnbuckle to display her victory to the world. Met with fierce cheers and rowdy applause. No one could ever discern that she rigged the fight from the start.
Olga strode back into the Arena. And draped the Flag over Vanessa’s Unconscious Body. She left the Ring. Leaving Vanessa cold, defeated, and Alone…
“So? All that humiliation wasn’t for nothing. Where’s my money Olga?” Vanessa confronted her. They both stood at an empty parking garage. Olga was about to leave. Hoping to escape Vanessa before the end of the event.
“Ah! American… Yes… We have payment, Twelve Million units of currency yes?” She took out a briefcase. And handed it to Vanessa, she opened it. And gasped at the result.
“Wait… Olga, these are Russian Rubles! They’re worthless in this Global economy!” Vanessa cried out.
“Oh, yes, after energy crisis, and economy hit… How you call it? **Shitter,** . Russian ruble has declined in Value. So… This is Twelve million ***Rubles*** . Not Dollars.” Olga explained.
Vanessa turned back to look at her. “How do you sleep at night?” She murmured in disbelief.
“How all Russians sleep.” Olga replied.
****”Coldly”**** …
“You won’t get away with this.” Vanessa said, “I’ll find some way to make you pay for costing me this championship…”
“Oh but my dear! I am getting away with it! Right now!” Olga hit the gas, and her car sped away. Cruising out of the parking garage at breakneck speed. In Vanessa’s new briefcase was a letter, written on the cover of it were four. Haunting words:
*****”From Russia, With Love!”*****
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