foe. Now Brooke was caged prey; her legs unable to move other than in convulsive trembling. Lynn got to her feet. A horrible smile distorted her features. Then she leaped, her fingers aimed at Brooke's throat.
The talons hit their mark. Brooke was helpless as Lynn mercilessly squeezed. Then Lynn began bashing Brooke's head against the carpet. Lynn finally stopped when Brooke's body lay limp.
Brooke holds onto Lynn's hand and repeatedly stomps the beautiful brunette in the stomach and chest.
Lynn got to her feet, then collapsed to her knees. She crawled to the bedroom, where she lay for 11 hours. When Lynn awoke, her body was so sore she couldn't walk more than 15 feet at a time.
A doctor, one of the spectators, examined Brooke and declared there was nothing to worry about. They carried her to bed, where she was to remain for three days.
As of this writing, neither woman wishes to ever again be an apartment wrestler. |