by Paul Smith

These women would eat those WWF guys for breakfast!

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WARNING: only suitable for those over 21 years of age.

Laura Rippard had always been phenomenally successful at wrestling. Every single tournament she entered, she had won with ease. Now, she was about to face the world champion - Erika Llapovich. Miss Rippard limbered up in the locker room, twisting her legs back behind her neck, jogging on the spot for a while. She is wearing a tight lycra swimsuit, painted firey colours. There was a hole in its centre, allowing her muscle-packed stomach to be seen rippling underneath. Her large breasts swelled forwards, pushing out her swimsuit about a foot.

Laura reached for her dumbells and held one in each hand. Needless to say, she had had to have the dumbells made especially heavy to challenge her physique even a little. They were massive and made of concentrated lead. They weighed 100 tonnes each. Even so, Laura had very little difficulty in lifting them. She did 250 alternating bicep curls in rapid succession, her defined biceps bulging as she easily lifted the dumbells. Laura was psyching herself up. She was going to win. She was going to WIN! Laura let off a yell and punched a locker beside her. Her clenched fist tore through the metal like it were paper. She reached out with her other hand and lifted the locker above her head. Then, she rammed it against her head, bending it around her face like putty. Next, she held the twisted material in front of her and ripped it in half. 'I'm going to SLAUGHTER her,' she thought to herself, throwing the two halves away.

She turned and saw the manager. He looked shocked. And frightened.

"M-m-miss R-rippard?"

"Yes little man?"

"I-if i-i-it's n-not t-t-too m-much bother, w-would y-you please g-go into the r-r-ring n-n-n-now."

"I'm only too keen."

Laura turned towards the man, heading for the ring. The man backed uneasily away, clearly fearing for his life. He had watched what this woman had done to that locker. He knew when to keep quiet. Only a fool would approach Laura when she was psyched. One such fool was Erika Llapovich.

The manager turned for her quarters. Each of the ladies had been given seperate changing rooms for fear of the damage they might do to the building's structure. The manager knocked on the door of Erika's suite.

Erika heard the knock and marched over to the door. She, too, was fully pumped. She reached for the door handle and pulled, not bothering to rotate the handle first.

"Uhhhhh!" she screamed, ripping the door from its hinges. The manager's jaw dropped.

"What do you want, puny one?" asked Miss Llapovich.

"You're w-wanted on s-stage," said the man, straining to control his fear of this superstrong woman.

Erika was wearing a dark blue bikini, allowing most of her body to be seen. She was young, beautful and still only 19. But, even at that age, her tits were more than fully developed, almost doubling her width. Her muscles where enormous, making her legs as thick as tree trunks. Her biceps grew as she threw the manager aside, heading for the ring. As she strode away, the man examined her buttocks. They were vast, heavily muscled and clearly very strong. Tonight was going to be one hell of a match. They had had the ring especially strengthened - even a bomb wouldn't so much as scratch it.

In the arena the commentator announced:

"Please put you hands together for the challenger; it's the superbly developed, orginal muscle-woman herself, MISS LAURA RIPPARD!!!"

The audience went wild. Laura kicked the doors open (even though they were bolted shut) and marched towards the ring. The spotlight followed her. To her sides thousands of men tried to push past the railings, longing to even touch her. The very same railings that held all of them back would pose no problem for Laura, such was her physical prowess.

"And now, the current world champion; it's the muscle-girl with the stats that read like an algebra textbook, Erika LLAPOVICH!!!"

The crowd roared its approval, attempting to mob Erika as she headed for centre-stage. One managed to climb over. She dashed up to her and squeesed one of her massive tits. Erika grabbed her hand and flicked him over her shoulder, slamming him against the wall above the door. With this demonstration of power, the crowd roared again.

"Do NOT touch me," warned the muscular nineteen-year-old, pointing towards the first casualty of the evening. He got up, a little dazed, and stumbled back towards his seat.

The two super-women lifted themselves onto the stage and stood to face each other. Staring intensely into each other's eyes.

The announcer said:

"And now, ladies, will you please remove you clothes."

The tradition of removing clothes had been started when it was realised that the lady wrestlers had become so powerful that there was literally no chance of them staying on, however strong the fabric. Also, since the sport had been primarily invented to turn on men by showing them a bit of feminine muscle, the contenders usually tried to remove their clothes as erotically as they could.

First, the spotlight fell on Laura. She swished her hair back over her head and grasped the centre of her swimsuit. She breathed deeply and slowly, gently ripping the fabric down the centre. More and more of her body was revealed until the fabric just fell to the floor. She threw the two sweat stained halves into the audience. One man caught a half and smothered his face against it, licking up Laura's sweat. Next, Miss Rippard turned around and held her arms above her head, making her enormous chest stretch up towards her neck. The muscles on her arms were clearly visible as she flung her head back and soaked up the applause. Her buns clenched together incredibly tightly, like two smooth, steel balls. This was greeted by raptous applause.

As Laura lowered her arms to her sides, the spotlight panned across to Erika. She did a perfect roundhouse, stretching her leg up towards her head, tensing her butt cheecks powerfully. The patch of material that covered her vagina ripped and fell to the floor. The crowd cheered. Then, she reached her arms behind her head and started to arch her muscular back, stretching her breasts, causing the bikini top to explode, fluttering down on the crowd like confetti. The audience went wild, staring wide-eyed as the nineteen-year-old's massive bust was revealed. Sweat ran down them, highlighted by the bright lighting.

"Well, I hope you'll agree ladies and gentlemen, that was the best pair of strip-off's we've had all season. Now, the real fun begins."

The light's turned on, lighting up the arena clearly. Both Erika and Laura's naked flesh could be easily seen. Both were limbering up; jogging on the spot, flexing their biceps, stretching their legs.

"Are you ready ladies?"

Both women gave the thumbs up, and got into their positions.

"Remember: No rules. Ready...GO!!!"

The "no rules" rule was introduced when it was realised that no-one could control these women if they wanted to - so why bother trying?

Laura was the first to move. Her hands moved like lightning as she grasped Erika's body tightly and lifted her from the ground. Then, Laura slammed her down against the floor, denting the metal. Clearly, these women were even stronger than the manager thought.

Erika swept her leg underneath Laura, knocking her to the ground. Erika stood up and made to kick Miss Rippard. She accelerated her well-muscled leg towards Laura with amazing speed. Laura reached out and grabbed Erika's foot, stopping it in its tracks. Then, Laura lifted Erika from the ground (using only one hand) and threw her against the sides of the stage. Erika recovered quickly and reached beside her. She grasped one of the "reinforced" metal poles from the corner of the ring and ripped it from its fixings, tearing it like play-doe. She hit Laura hard over the head with it. It buckled around Laura's physique like plasticine. Laura tore the metal off her body and punched Erika in the stomach, sending her sailing out of the arena. She slammed against a wall, which cracked around her like sand.

Lifting herself off the ground, Erika reached behind her and punched a hole in the wall. Then, she snapped a large lump of concrete from the wall. She threw it at Laura. It shattered against Miss Rippard's voluptous chest. Laura continued to walk towards Miss Llapovich, powering her way through the steel bars that ringed the arena. The metal buckled like tin foil. Erika did a massive jump, straight over Laura's head, up onto the stage. She thumped down, denting the metal again. Laura crouched down, making her bum flex erotically. The spotlight focussed on this, making it reflect the light dramatically. Laura slid her hands underneath the stage, forcing her fingers through the metal sides of the object. Then she started to stand up, all her muscles flexing erotically, tearing the ring from the ground. Erika fell to the floor, bouncing on her inflated chest. As Laura strained to lift the heavy stage above her head the crowd screamed: "Laura! Laura! Laura!"

Erika released that if she was going to fight back, this was the time to do it. She sat on her haunches (making her buttocks startlingly obvious to the audience) the forced her hands into the arena's floor. The metal protested loudly. Her tits suddenly jumped up towards her neck as all the muscles on her curvy body bulged, tearing the floor apart. Within seconds, Miss Llapovich had made a sizeable hole in the steel. She jumped gracefully through, landing delicately. She ran towards Laura and rammed her backwards, into the stone walls. Again the concrete was severly damaged, several large fragments tumbling down on the ladies. They bounced off their finely honed physiques. Laura was still so stunned that Erika managed to grasp her cunt and lift her from the ground (using only one hand). Then, the muscular teenage girl threw her into the crowd. They caught her and started caressing her body, feeling her large, spherical breasts that hung from her well-developed figure.

"Get the fuck off me, before I kill the lot of you!" she screamed. And she meant it. Make no mistake, Laura was REALLY mad.

They dropped her and she charged off in the direction of Erika, knocking aside the people that were too slow to get out the way. To them, she had pushed them with more force than a locomotive could have. She reached the thick metal barrier and grasped in her hands. The fans stared, slack-jawed as she tore the metal rod clean in half, twisting the steel like putty. After she had walked through the torn metal, she sealed the rip, moulding the iron like wet putty.

Laura turned to face Erika. She sprinted up to her (her erect bust swinging as she ran) and grasped her by the cunt. Then, with the upmost of ease, she lifted Erika from the ground and threw her towards the exit. Erika flew straight through the door, the wood splintering around her. She was eventually stopped by a large juggernaut, leaving it with a large dent where her muscley buttocks had made impact. Erika stood up and dusted herself off. Next, she reached to her side and levered a car from the ground, holding it high above her head.

Suddenly, she flung it at Laura, letting off a loud grunt as she did so. The vehicle flew through the shattered door and rammed hard into Laura's strong figure. She was knocked backwards by the blow, and ended up underneath the heavy car. The spectators looked on in awe as the car started to raise upwards, supported by a pair of muscular, feminine arms. When Miss Rippard had removed herself from the wreckage, she threw the car to the ground, landing on its side. She looked really pissed off.

"I'm gonna kill you, Erika," as she said 'kill' she drew back a fist and punched the roof of the car hard. Her fist distorted the metal roof severly, before tearing straight through and emerging from the bottom of the vehicle. The car was now just a mangled lump of metal. Someone in the audience wailed "My car!", but Laura didn't care - she could easily overpower any man.

Laura gritted her teeth and charged at Erika. She grasped her hard breasts tightly started to push her back. Soon, she was pressed against the wall. Laura pushed her straight through. Using the falling rubble as a distraction, Erika broke free of Laura's iron grip and dashed off to the entrance. It was a brightly lit corridor with stony walls.

Laura charged after her and rammed her against one of the walls. Erika pushed her back. All the time, the walls were crumbling like sand, falling apart around the sexy ladies. They didn't seem to notice, or care, about the damage they were so easily doing. Erika lifted Laura from the ground and rammed her head against the wall, tearing through the concrete like paper. Then, Miss Llapovich threw Laura back into the main arena. Laura stood up, breathing deeply through her nose. She looked really pissed off.

Miss Rippard marched meaningfully straight towards Erika, pushing aside anything that got in her way. One such item was a TV camera. She grasped it so tightly that the iron buckled, lifted until it was above her head without even flinching, and then threw it against the wall, turning the camera into a useless pile of spare parts. Laura reached Erika, who was standing defiantly, her chest puffed up, posing for the crowd.

Laura yelled and grabbed Erika's neck tightly. Then, slowly but surely, she lifted her from the ground, using only one hand. She continued to lift her upwards, pushing her head through the steel roof, the metal tearing around her beautiful face like play-doe. Erika kicked and screamed, thumping Laura hard in the chest. For a nineteen-year-old she packed quite a punch, and knocked Laura to the floor, allowing Erika to drop. Laura stood up, reached to her side, gritted her teeth and grasped a massive pole that went from the floor to the ceiling. Then, she ripped it from it fixings and wielded it like a massive baseball bat. She took a swing at Erika. Erika was knocked to the floor. Whilst Laura prepared to take another shot, Erika reached out and grabbed the metal rod. Then, she pulled at it as hard as she could. Laura had no intention of letting go, so the steel started to stretch, until it snapped with a loud 'twang!'. Erika stood up and took a shot at Laura with her half. Laura was knocked into the crowd. They mobbed her this time.

"I warned you," she said, before lifting four men with each hand clean off the ground and throwing them aside. The crowd moved closer to fill the gap, they were clearly Erika's supporters. She reached out with her hands and pushed the gang apart, knocking over two hundred men off their feet with ease. She headed for the barrier, pushing aside any straddlers. Then, she delicately leapy over the steel barrier and turned to face her opponent.

It was at this point that the RefBot decided to call it a draw. The referee was made a robot since the large number of casualities that had occured when human ones had attempted to do something that either wrestler disagreed with. The robot ones where made super-strong, so as not to have that problem.

The two muscular females turned towards the robot and asked:

"What did you say?"

"I declare this match a draw."

Laura and Erika drew back their fists in unison, and threw the strongest punch this world has ever seen. The robot exploded in a pile of transistors and buckled metal. Clearly, the designers had underestimated the superhuman strength of these women. Having dispatched the robot, Erika and Laura went for each other's necks. They rolled about on the floor, throwing incredibly hard punches at each other. Occasionally one missed, and the ground was left with a deep hole in it.

As they rolled over and over each other, they pressed their bodies together, rubbing their cunts over on another. Both Laura and Erika suddenly released that they were sexually excited. They stopped hitting each other.

"Why are we fighting?" asked Erika.

"For money, and to prove our strength."

"We've proved out strength, we've got our money."

"I don't want to stop, I'm too pumped. I have to get rid of this energy somehow."

"We could, you know..."

"Shag?"

"Well... Yes."

"You're a lesbian?"

"Yes."

"So am I."

"Let's do it then."

Erika reached out and caressed Laura massive breasts. They swelled in her hands. Laura used her hand to rub Miss Llapovich's vagina. Erika began to chew of Laura erect nipples, exciting her "opponent" greatly.

"Oh God, Yes!!" screamed Laura, thumping her hands down against the floor, denting it.

Miss Rippard fingered the muscular nineteen-year-old's cunt more ferociously, making her tits swelled noticeably, lifting Erika upwards. Laura's breasts started to spray milk into Miss Llapovich's mouth, which she lapped up lovingly. Erika's inflated tits pressed hard against Laura's lithe body, exciting both of them greatly.

"Uhhhh!" yelled Erika, squeesing her body closer.

Laura's vagina started to dribble pre-cum down her legs, running onto the floor. Soon, the lovers were surrounded by a pool of steaming love juices. Erika climaxed, slapping her hands down in this warm milk, splattering the spectators. Laura soon joined her, clenching her hands into fists, scrunching up the steel ground like paper. Both of the female bodybuilder's muscles tensed compulsively, Laura's hard backside ripping huge lengths of iron from the floor. Erika's shivered with pleasure, making her tits wobble like jelly on a plate.

Then, it was over, Erika laying on top of Laura, still fondling her erect bust. Miss Llapovich stood up, and offered Laura her hand. Laura took it, and Erika helped lift her to her feet. Warm love juices ran off her body and onto the pool on the ground.

"Follow me!" said Erika.

Miss Llapovich headed for the commenator's room, kicking down the door with ease. The announcer turned around and saw the two ladies. He looked scared. Erika pushed him aside, slamming him into the wall. She picked up the microphone and said in a husky voice:

"We officially declare this match a draw."

Then, she squeesed the microphone until it buckled like a toy, the plastic snapping easily. Laura smiled and scooped Erika up in her muscle-packed arms.

"Where are we going?" asked the super-fit teenager.

"To my house. I've got a friend I want you to meet."