women half naked. Much to the delight of some members of the audience.
But Bailee had suffered greatly at Tessa's hands earlier, and her blows had lost much of their power. Though Tessa lay prone on the carpet, the fight was effectively even.
In this fierce battle of wills, each fighter eschewed defense, attempting only to deliver the winning blow or ensnare her victim in a humbling hold.
Legs and arms were twisted and bent beyond their designed ranges of motion. Welts and bruises appeared on previously pristine, tanned skin.
Each outburst from the fighters was answered by the audience as the spectators became more and more spellbound by the magnificent struggle before them.
The pace of the battle slowed as the women began to reach the limits of their endurance. Though both were trained athletes and fought with passion, they were only human after all. |
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The two warriors came together once more in the center of the room. Their sweaty bodies pressed hard against each other as each struggled to overpower the other.
Tessa managed to knock the exhausted Bailee to the carpet. Marshalling the remains of her energy, Tessa lept high in the air. Her target was the belly of her gasping foe. Tessa came down right on target.
But the target had moved. Bailee rolled away at the last minute, swirling her legs around like a break dancer from decades ago. The blonde's legs intertwined with Tessa's legs sending the brunette crashing down hard to the floor.
Tessa's awkward landing knocked her senseless. Bailee crawled to the groggy brunette and rolled her onto her stomach. Straddling her foe from behind, Bailee double toe locked the brunette's feet.
She then reached forward and grabbing Tessa's chin with both hands and reared back hard. The sudden pain that shot |
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through her body brought Tessa back to her senses. But she was trapped.
Bailee rocked back increasing the pressure. Tessa cried out, flailing her arms in a futile attempt to escape. But she had nothing left. With a gasp, Tessa surrendered.
Bailee released her and after applying a humiliating touch to her vanquished foe, collapsed to the carpet along side Tessa.
Later that night, Jason Dowler sat alone in his apartment. He thought back to the evening's match and the passion with which the women fought. There had been nothing on the line. Merely a chance to compete, a chance to win. And the women fought like gladiators, to the last ounce of their strength.
This was indeed what he had hoped to find when he resurrected apartment wrestling. The idea of a champion looked more enticing now. He smiled and sipped the ice cold beer. |
