“And Fighting under the beautiful French Flag. It’s the one! The only! French Cat! Isabeau! Anson!” The announcer boomed out.
A familiar crowd cheered Isabeau on as she walked out into the ring. Dressed scantily in her two piece string underwear. Colors in the French Flag. Her body was on display for all to see. Her tits barely covered by the bikini. The crowd loved it though. Isabeau’s Auburn hair flowed gorgeously down her shoulders. The French crowd erupted into hoots and hollers over their beautiful French doll. Isabeau showed off her petite frame. And mature body. Walking into the ring. More akin to a cheerleader, than a wrestler.
“And fighting for the Italian nation! Give it up for the beautiful! The unmatched! Miss Italy, Woman of the year! Nicolette Bianchi!”
Nicolette Strutted into the ring. She was wearing a traditional Italian flag bikini. Well made for her curves, it clung to her tan skin. And supple breasts. Nicolette glided into the ring with style. Gracious. Elegant. And polite.
You’d never know she was a wrestler. After all. She never had any formal training. Her agent sold the idea as a huge, simple payday. Walk into the ring. Push your breasts on a French woman. Kiss a little. And reap the major cash award. Nicolette loved the idea.
She was in for a rough ride…
The two women met in the ring. Each one admiring the body of the other. Nicolette embraced her opponent. Isabeau reciprocated. Wrapping her arms around her opponent. And squeezing.
Nicolette gasped and pushed her away. “Ow!” She whined, rubbing her chest. “Who taught you how to hug? A bear!?”
Isabeau smiled at her audience, and waited for the bell to ring.
“***Ding Ding Ding!”*** The bell rang out
The two women approached each other. Nicolette glaring daggers at her opponent. Isabeau smug, and confident. They met at the center of the ring. And began to fight.
Isabeau was smaller than her Italian foe. Even if she was better trained. Going toe to toe with a larger, heavier woman would be her downfall. So she was skittish. She hopped around the ring. Avoiding Nicolette directly. And trying to face her back.
Nicolette was confused. “Hey! Where are you- Ah! I thought we were wrestling!” She stumbled around clumsily, trying to follow Isabeau.
Seeing an opportunity. Isabeau moved in for an attack. She jumped onto Nicolettes back. Climbing her like a tree. She interlocked her legs around her opponent. Pressed her breasts into her foe’s back. And wrapped her arms around Nicolette’s neck. The Italian competitor gagged out. Stumbling forward and falling into the ropes. Isabeau, however. Showed no mercy. She pushed herself into her opponent. Forcing her into the ropes. And locking her in the chokehold.
“Just fall down and let me pin you… Like the cow you are…” Isabeau whispered into Nicolettes ear. The woman couldn’t respond. Nicolette wheezed out a small sigh. And fell to the canvas.
The crowd gasped. Had the Italian competitor really lose so quickly? How could it be? The Italian spectators were silently shaking their heads.
Isabeau got up from her opponent. And appealed to the crowd.
“See that! I destroyed her! And I will destroy the rest of this wrestling roster! Just you wa-“
Nicolette pulled her to the floor. Slamming the French woman to the canvas. The Italian crowd cheered on, Nicolette still had some fight in her!
The Italian woman pulled Isabeau up to face her. She looked to the crowd, then slapped her opponent. Isabeau yelped out softly. Her Auburn hair a mess. She looked up at Nicolette. Who was furious.
“So? You wanna fight dirty? Well dear. This is more than a pretty face!” Nicolette pushed her opponent into the ring. Pressing herself onto Isabeau. The two women’s breasts clashed against each other. Each woman groaning and struggling for power. Nicolette, however. Just had the bigger curves.
“Ungh! You…Bitch…Fight me like…A wrestler…” Isabeau gasped out. Exausted. Nicolette smiled at her. Grinding her chest even further into her opponent. Causing her to cry out.
“I don’t think so whore! You wanted to mess with Miss Italy? You got me…” Nicolette taunted. Isabeau exhaled hotly on her chest. And looked up at her opponent.
“Fine…” Isabeau relented. “My turn…”
Isabeau locked Nicolette in a warm, passionate kiss. Nicolette moaned in surprise. But the sensual curves of her opponent wrapped around her was too much. She felt herself distracted. Lost in the soft pale lips of her opponent. Until she felt an arm wrap around her waist. She opened her eyes to find… Isabeau gone!
“Wha-?!” Nicolette gasped out as Isabeau wrapped her arms around the Italian woman’s stomach and suplexed her into the canvas. Nicolette bounced off the mat. And landed ass up. Laying there motionless. The Italian crowd begged for their diva to wake up.
Nicolette stayed asleep.
Isabeau strutted over to her opponent. Smirking. She picked her up by the hair. And dragged her to the corner of her ring.
“You know…Ungh!…Nicolette…” Isabeau grunted out while carrying her opponent.
“You surprised me… I never… Hng!…Expected a fancy model like you to give me a challenge!” She turned Nicolette around to face the lights.
A pool of sweat formed at Nicolettes breast line. She was breathing hard. Still knocked out.
“I have to congratulate you Nicolette… You fought well… But you’re still the inferior woman… And I’m the better wrestler by far…” Isabeau finished. As she climbed the turnbuckle. She positioned herself for a smack down. Squatting for the cameras. The Italian crowd was begging, pleading for Nicolette to wake up. But she was out cold. The lack of conditioning for the fight made her an easy layout.
The voices of the crowd rose as Isabeau threw herself from the turnbuckle. Gracefully swan-diving into a terrifying slam. Crashing directly into her opponent.
The sound of a bone crunching **Slam!** Rang out though the arena. Everyone gasped. Isabeau bounced off her opponent. Nicolette cried out in pain. And collapsed into a curled ball.
The two women laid side by side. Out of breath. And superbly tired.
Isabeau grunted. And sat up. Crawling to her opponent. She laid a hand on Nicolette’s stomach. Turning the woman over. She crawled over and sat on the Italian woman’s face. A show of dominance. And victory. The Italian crowd boo’d her. As Isabeau stretched her petite frame out on top of her opponent. She screamed out loud:
“Pin her referee! End this travesty of a fight!”
***One! Two! Three! Isabeau Anson wins by Pin-fall!”***
The match was over. Isabeau got off of her opponent. Raising Nicolette’s head up. And kissing her deeply. A show of dominance.
The French crowd started to cheer their heroine on. And some in the Italian crowd started to cheer their own wrestler for a good effort.
Isabeau stood up. And stripped herself of the string bikini. Tossing it onto the defeated wrestler. In the nude. She flexed. Displaying her victory. And her entry. Into the second wave of the Tournament.
Nicolette was left on the ring. Unconscious. Alone. And Defeated…
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