The Title Defense
By:  Cyco73

	The lights in Madison Square Garden dimmed.  Music started very softly.  "Let
the bodies hit the floor, Let the bodies hit the floor," the words began very
softly as a set of search lights lit up next to the entrance onto the ramp that
led down to the ring.  Behind the curtain the champion waited for her cue.  The
beautiful blonde bombshell waited impatiently looking down and feeling
butterflies in the pit of her stomach.  Tylene always felt butterflies before a
match, but this was different, this was the onset of stage fright.  She had been
in big matches before, the biggest being the "Hell in a Cell" match at the last
Pay-per-view against the monolithic human beast Mammoth when she took the world
title.  He was a massive beast of a man weighing in excess of 500 pounds and
standing nearly 7 1/2 feet tall.  She had pressed him overhead and caught him on
the way down in a punishing leg scissors type hold in her finisher that she
called "The Wild Thing" and had made him submit.  That match, however, was only
in front of 20,000 people live, and the outcome had been predetermined.  This,
this was Madison Square Garden, this was the biggest Pay-per-view of the
century, this was the main event, this was a crowd of some 60,000 plus, and this
was going to be real.  The fact that her title match had been predetermined
didn't make the feats of strength any less impressive, though.  She was thrown
out of the ring and through a table, and she landed very wrong, coming down full
force on the back of her head.  She got back up.  She was pinned and kicked out
of Mammoth's finisher by pressing him off of her and throwing him five feet away
into the second rope.  That had been an accident, Tylene knew she was powerful,
but she wasn't fully aware of her total potential.  That was where this match
came into play.  A former "Super-Villain" who became intrigued with wrestling
after Tylene had made her debut a little less than a year ago had challenged
her.  The fight was going to be a "No Holds Barred; Last Woman Standing" event. 
That meant no lucky 3-count pin falls.  No getting disqualified.  The only way
for either woman to win was to beat the other one until they couldn't answer a
ten count. 

	The music continued as the Lights began to move together and illuminate the
entrance under the giant picture screen.  "Let the bodies hit the..." was sang
one last time softly and the drum beat hit twice gently as Tylene entered onto
the stage illuminated by the spot lights.  "FLOOOOOORRRRR!!!!," the music blared
as the pyrotechnics lit up the arena.  "BOOM, Ba-BOOM, BOOM," the concussion
could be felt all over the arena.  Flames flared on either side of the champ as
she strolled calmly through them.  The butterflies were gone.  All the blonde
diva could think of was the match.  The crowd screamed for all they were worth. 
There had been two and a half hours of fantastic wrestling before this match and
the crowd had shown their appreciation, but nothing on earth could compare to
the cacophony that was present when the announcer began her introduction. 
"Standing Five foot six inches, weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds,
she hails from Hollywood, California, she is the Heavyweight Champion of the
Worrrlllldddd... Tylene Wild!"  She wore her standard wrestling attire, no sense
changing a good thing, go with what got you to the dance, she thought.  She wore
her long blond hair loose.  It framed her beautiful hazel eyes and round face
perfectly falling just over the top of her pert rock hard 34D breasts.  Her body
was an impressive 34D-25-35 measurements and was solid as granite with subtle
indications of the power she possessed.  Her breasts were barely covered with a
simple black half t-shirt with the word "sexy" printed on the front in glittery
letters.  Her acid-washed spandex blue jean shorts covered her voluptuous rear
ever so tightly.  She held her belt proudly on her shoulder.  Even though it was
given to her as part of her character's storyline she knew she had earned it. 
She had spent hours in the gym pressing unbelievable amounts of weight, running
for miles and miles and miles on the treadmill, practicing her skill to
perfection.  Tylene was at the top of her game and she had become not only the
best female wrestler of all time, but the best wrestler of all time period.  She
had become more popular than any superstar to ever set foot inside the squared
circle.  She was almost single-handedly responsible for the renaissance of pro
wrestling that had occurred.  She had revolutionized the business and had drawn
in thousands of fans that had never watched wrestling before.  She walked down
to the ring with her trademark smile, blowing kisses to the crowd as she walked
down.  She stopped and kissed a small child on the cheek, and the crowd went
berserk.  Tylene climbed between the top and middle rope slowly and
deliberately.  The champion walked around the ring a few times blowing kisses to
the crowd and holding her belt up for everyone to see. 

	The lights dimmed and the massive view screen over the entrance to the ring
area lit up with a video feed; it showed the story behind the match unfold.  The
caption under the video read 2 weeks ago.  The film began with a mysterious dark
haired woman walking down to the ring wearing a black robe and black high heel
boots.  "My name is Bloodraven," she announced, "and I am sick of seeing Tylene
Wild get all of the glory."  The obligatory boos followed.  "I am stronger,
faster, and altogether better than that tramp ever dreamed of being."  Again the
boos followed.  "And to prove it, I'm going to destroy the man that she beat for
her belt.  I'm not a wrestler, and I don't intend to dance around with any of
this predetermined...quote...entertainment bullshit either."  Once again the
chorus of boos echoed throughout the arena.  "Mammoth, you piece of garbage, get
your ass down here and I'll show you what a real woman can do, that is unless
you're scared."  The scene cut to Mammoth walking down to the ring with an
extremely irate look in his eyes.  Mammoth cut an impressive figure walking down
to the ring.  He stood close to 7 1/2 feet tall and weighed close to five
hundred pounds, and he carried about two percent body fat.  He was a massive
piece of humanity, and he dwarfed the five foot nine inch woman in the ring. 
The scene cut to Mammoth connecting with two quick lefts and a thunderous right
hand hook that would have caved in the head of a normal man, but Bloodraven's
head barely moved.  She stood in the ring with her hands on her hips still
completely covered by her robes.  She began laughing an evil megalomaniac style
laugh, complete with her head thrown back and looking into the air.  She stopped
laughing very abruptly and launched a vicious backhand slap that connected
solidly with Mammoth's chest.  The brute of a man flew twelve feet over the top
rope and slammed hard into the announcer's table outside the ring.  The
announcers ran away just before the table splintered.  Mammoth moaned softly;
barely conscious after the devastating blow.  Bloodraven strolled to the center
of the ring and threw up a double bicep pose.  The sleeves of her robes exploded
outward as the muscles underneath grew to an unbelievable size.  She tore off
her robe and underneath was a woman who looked as though her body had been
carved out of diamond.  Every single muscle was honed to perfection.  Every
single striation looked as though it had a life of its own.  Her breasts stood
at full attention despite their 38E size.  She was stunning, beautiful,
intimidating, and quite obviously dangerous.  She wore a one-piece black leather
outfit trimmed in crimson that left her perfectly defined abs exposed and barely
covered up her impossibly solid breasts.  She wore knee high black leather boots
with an eight inch spiked heel.  She strolled over to the ropes where Mammoth
had made his abrupt exit and leapt flat-footed over the top rope and landed on
the concrete below as nimbly as a cat.  The dark beauty strolled over to the
table; Mammoth had just begun to get to his feet.  She grabbed him underneath
one of his armpits and around one of his knees.  Up Mammoth went, way up,
Bloodraven threw him back over the top rope, across the ring, over the far
ropes, and he came crashing down with a sickening thud on the steel ramp on the
other side, and she did it without using any apparent effort.  Mammoth began to
crawl up the ramp trying anything he could to get away from the menacing lass
that had nearly destroyed him without any effort at all.  Bloodraven laughed
again evilly, sadistically, and insanely.  She walked over to the ring, and
picked it up.  She was still laughing as she flung it all the way up the ramp
and into the massive video screen, a distance of at least fifty feet.  The video
screen exploded in a flash of lights and sparks.  Despite having several broken
ribs and a broken shoulder, Mammoth got up and ran when he saw the display of
power from the newcomer.  The video faded with Bloodraven making a challenge to
Tylene.  The president of the company and the board of directors were very
nervous about sanctioning the match after Tylene accepted, but in the end greed
ruled over any common sense, besides that Tylene had begged for the opportunity. 
She needed to show herself and the rest of the world just how good she really
was.

	The spot lights came on again and fire lit up across the stage.  The music
started, it was a short intro of a record scratch..."Chu-chuka-chu-cha-cha" the
guitar kicked in as Bloodraven strolled onto the entrance ramp.  "My systems
down I've got an overload of hate; I've got a bad attitude with no intent to
change..." Suicide Machines' I Hate Everything was her entrance theme, quite
fitting due to her apparent mental condition.  She walked through the fire and
down the ramp.  She was wearing a robe similar to the one she had destroyed in
her first appearance.  Tylene was a little nervous.  She knew she was stronger
than any man in the locker room, or any she had ever met or seen for that
matter, but the display of raw maniacal power that Bloodraven had shown was
enough to cast a shadow of doubt on even the most optimistic of minds. 
Bloodraven stopped just outside of the ring and flexed her muscles destroying
the robe like paper through a shredding machine.  She tore it off to reveal her
diamond hard body covered ever so slightly by her one-piece outfit.  She jumped
over the top rope from the floor without even swinging her arms for momentum. 
The ring shook when she landed.  The referee walked over to Tylene and took the
belt from her.  He held the belt up first to Tylene and then to Bloodraven, but
neither woman was paying any attention to him.  They were in the middle of a
stare down.  The referee stepped back looking pensive and held the belt up for
the crowd to see and handed it to the floor crew.  He then signaled for the bell
to start the match.  "Ding-Ding,"  both women just stood there staring at each
other, nose-to-nose; and eye-to-eye.  The referee walked over to the women to
tell them the match had started.  Suddenly Bloodraven's left arm shot out and
caught the referee by the shirt.  She hauled her arm toward her less than four
inches and lunged back out with enough force to give the unfortunate referee
whiplash and to send him flying twenty rows deep into the crowd.  Tylene's mouth
dropped open at the sheer ferocity of her opponent.  She was completely caught
off guard when Bloodraven's right hand connected with a vicious slap across her
cheek.  Tylene crashed to the canvas mat.  Her ears were ringing from the blow. 
Damn, she thought, that hurt.  Tylene was not used to pain.  She had once been
hit by a speeding car and walked away from the accident without a scratch; the
same could not be said about the car, however, it was completely unrecognizable. 
It looked as if it had hit a concrete pole instead of a petite beautiful woman. 
This simple slap from her opponent had done more damage than an entire traffic
jam of cars could have done.

Tylene rubbed her jaw and slowly began to climb back to her feet.  Bloodraven
stood above her in a triumphant pose, hands on hips, legs spread slightly, and
smirking from ear to ear.  The smarminess of Bloodraven really pissed off
Tylene.  Then something very strange happened.  Tylene felt her shirt get a
little tighter around the shoulders.  She looked down at her arms and her biceps
were beginning to fill out as if she had just finished two solid hours in the
gym.  Her sleeves ripped and revealed her very shapely shoulders.  Bloodraven
kicked out at Tylene's face.  The champion caught the proffered foot and stood
up quickly spinning around and pulling down on the leg.  Bloodraven flew over
Tylene's head and slammed into the mat, splintering the wood underneath. 
Bloodraven rolled out of the ring.  The blonde destroyer walked over to the edge
and looked down at the concrete.  Bloodraven stood up and grabbed the ring and
lifted.  The champion lost her footing as the challenger threw the edge of the
ring up and past vertical.  Tylene toppled out and landed hard on the concrete. 
She began to scramble away from the ring-turned-projectile, but stopped when she
saw that the ring was about to come down into the fans sitting in the first few
rows.  Tylene lunged up and grabbed the ring in the center.  The momentum from
Bloodraven's throw was carrying the ring over Tylene's head when she pressed
down on a crossbar member of the ring, burying the edge of the ring into the
concrete, she then lunged forward and folded the steel ring completely in two. 
The wood shattered, and the canvas tore to shreds.  The crowd went insane over
the heroine's display of power. 

Tylene was relieved that no one was injured.  I've got to take this fight away
from these people.  She thought.  Someone is going to get killed by this maniac. 
Bloodraven stepped over to the shattered remnants of the ring and tore one of
the ring-posts free.  She struck Tylene across the stomach with her makeshift
club.  Tylene launched through the air like a pro ballplayer's homerun.  She
sailed into the back wall of the arena and shattered the concrete blocks as she
passed through them.  Tylene tumbled to a stop a few feet from the remains of
the wall.  Tylene was dazed.  She knew that she had to get up, she knew that
Bloodraven was coming to get her, and worst of all she knew that her newfound
strength was beginning to ebb.  She was in the concession stand area.  Hundreds
of fans were gathering around.  Tylene caught a glimpse of a familiar face as
she scrambled to get to the exit doors in front of her.  Behemoth stood grinning
at her.  His arm was in a sling and his ribs were taped up tightly, but he still
managed to smile at her.  He winked, "Here."  That was all he said and tossed
Tylene the sledgehammer that he was carrying.  It was a massive eighteen-pound
maul with a fiberglass shaft.  The entire object had been wrapped in razor-wire,
and there was a very strong petroleum smell permeating the air around the
weapon.  Slid into the wire was a strike anywhere match.  Tylene struck the
match and touched it to the hammer.  The barbed wire around the weapon flared
brightly as the Styrofoam-gasoline compound, which soaked the hammer, erupted
into flame.  Sensing Bloodraven's presence behind her, Tylene spun with all of
her might, a complete one-hundred-eighty degree arc.  The flaming hammer of
death and destruction caught Bloodraven across her perfectly sculpted abs.  The
strength behind the blow could have leveled a building, but against the flesh of
Bloodraven the hammer shattered like a crystal goblet.  Shards of the weapon
sprayed into the gathered crowd.  Screams of pain flooded Tylene as people were
cut and burned from the flying debris.

Tylene became very angry at herself, at the fans for being so close in such an
obviously dangerous environment, at the board of directors for sanctioning such
an insane match, and mostly at Bloodraven.  Tylene's muscles began to grow
again, surpassing the early adrenaline flow ten fold.  Her shirt ripped down the
middle almost completely in two as her chest muscles thrust out her ample bosom. 
Her legs tore free from the shorts that had hidden them ever so slightly, not
even the elasticity of the spandex could keep up with the growth of her muscles. 
Bloodraven grabbed the champion by the throat.  The challenger lifted Tylene up
into the air and drove her down toward the concrete.  Tylene grabbed
Bloodraven's arm and twisted around rolling out of her grasp.  Tylene continued
the roll and threw Bloodraven into a popcorn stand across the aisle.  Popcorn
exploded as the cart crumpled under the force of the human shaped projectile
crashing into it.  Both woman and metal heap crashed into the concrete wall
behind.  Tylene was on the challenger in a heartbeat.  Tylene lifted the
challenger up and drove her back first into the concrete with an indescribably
powerful powerbomb.  The concrete floor erupted from the force.  A large section
of the floor collapsed and dropped the women to the floor of the backstage area
below.

	As the dust and debris began to settle both women were slowly getting to their
feet.  Chants of "Ho-ly Shit, Ho-ly Shit, Ho-ly Shit."  Could be heard
throughout the arena.  Tylene was clearing the dust from her eyes when
Bloodraven's next attack hit her broadside.  A fork truck happened to be parked
close to the debris field.  Bloodraven picked up the three-ton workhorse and
smashed it over Tylene's head.  The truck exploded from the impact sending
debris everywhere.  Bloodraven lifted the burning husk of the fork truck. 
Tylene had been knocked to her knees and was beginning to climb back to her
feet, suddenly...*BAM* the flaming remains of the forklift crashed into her. 
Tylene took the blow full to the chest.  She flew backwards like a bullet from a
gun.  The champion smashed, with a resounding crash, through the outside wall
and slammed down hard onto the roof of a car outside.  The windows exploded out
as Tylene crushed in the roof.  The beautiful blonde was hurt.  She began to
climb unsteadily to her feet.  Bloodraven smiled as she walked through the
parking lot.  She threw cars aside like toys, finding it much easier to toss the
vehicles out of her way than to walk around them.  "Give up, you can't beat me." 
She screamed as she tossed a full size pick-up casually over her shoulder.  "I'm
stronger than you," another vehicle went skyward "I'm faster," she was standing
very close to Tylene by this time.  She grasped the under carriage of a Cadillac
in one hand and an old Monte Carlo in the other hand and smiled as she lifted
the back ends of the massive automobiles off the ground.  The suspension groaned
as she tensed her shoulder muscles.  "...and I'm just better than you."  The
dark haired killer brought the cars smashing together like two giant
Detroit-made cymbals.  The cars crushed together and pieces exploded from the
collision.  Bloodraven smiled her evil smile at the carnage.  The smile quickly
disappeared as the cars began to fold in on themselves.  An unholy scream of
bending steel pierced the air.  Tylene stood between the smashed cars.  The
shape of her body was apparent in the bent metal.  She panted with rage. 
Tylene's breasts heaved.  Her body was drenched in sweat and nothing else.  Her
clothes were destroyed by the force of her muscles expanding to their now
gargantuan proportions.  She held her head slightly tilted down but still looked
at her opponent.  She breathed heavily through clenched teeth.  She threw one
car aside as she stepped toward Bloodraven.  "You may be stronger than me."  She
said through barely suppressed rage.  The other car went flying with a casual
slap.  She disappeared in a blur and appeared right next to Bloodraven.  "You
may be faster than me."  Tylene lashed out and caught the challenger with a
vicious hook that drove the dark haired beauty crashing into the pavement
creating a small crater from the impact.  "But no one...and I mean no one...is
better than me."  Tylene lifted Bloodraven out of the impact hole by the throat
and delivered a devastating upper cut which sent Bloodraven flying up into the
air.  Tylene jumped up at an angle.  She rebounded off of a building about five
stories from the ground and angled her jump for an interception course with the
still rising Bloodraven.  Tylene intercepted Bloodraven's trajectory about one
hundred feet in the air.  Tylene caught her with a shoulder tackle style spear. 
Both women flew into a building across the street.  The wall cracked and glass
and concrete began to spill onto the ground below.  Tylene spun around still
carrying Bloodraven's flailing carcass on her shoulder and lunged toward the
ground.  Just before impact Tylene spun Bloodraven around into a pile driver. 
The ground exploded around them.  Both women crashed down into the subway system
below.  The train that had the unfortunate luck of sitting directly below the
impact was mangled beyond recognition.  The referee began to count as Tylene
clambered out of the hole.  There was no sign of Bloodraven in the carnage. 
"Five!" the referee screamed.  Halfway there Tylene thought knowing that she was
on the verge of winning the biggest fight of her life.  "Six!" the referee
screamed holding up all the fingers on his left hand and the pointer on his
right.  Yes Tylene thought...I'm going to win.  "Seven!"  The rubble began to
move.  "Eight!" A large piece of the train was shoved aside and Bloodraven was
struggling to get to her feet.  "Nine!"  Bloodraven struggled to her knees and
began to stand...she fell face first back to the rubble "TEN!!!"  The crowd that
had gathered around the disaster area went ballistic.  Their can be no words to
describe the elation that Tylene felt as the referee raised her hand and handed
her the championship belt back.  Tylene was surrounded by the wrestlers from the
dressing rooms.  Mammoth wrapped a ring robe over her naked shoulders then they
hoisted her onto their shoulders and paraded through the city streets.  The
celebration went on for hours.

The next night was the normal weekly televised live program.  The intro music
started and the standard pyrotechnics flashed all around the entrance to the
ring area.  Right Now by Korn began to play and the owner of the federation
walked down to ringside to the cheers of the audience.  She was a young very
attractive brunette with an infectious smile and personality.  She climbed into
the ring and grabbed a microphone from a technician standing around ringside. 
The crowd cheered loudly.  After the noise died down she said,  "So...did you
enjoy last nights event?"  The explosive cheers echoed through the arena.  "I'm
glad, but I'm afraid I may have some bad news for some of you.  Tylene, could
you please come down to ringside for a moment."  "Let the bodies hit the floor,
Let the bodies hit the floor, Let the bodies hit
the...dum-dum...FLOOOOOORRR!!!!"  The music began, but it was impossible to hear
anything else after the first line because as the champion stepped out onto the
ramp the crowd went berserk.  Tylene made her way down to the ring shaking
peoples hands and slapping hands of others.  She jumped into the ring and raised
her hands above her head.  She strutted from post to post milking the crowds
affection.  Tylene walked over and got a microphone and stopped in front of the
owner.  "Yes ma'am.  You wanted to say something?"  she said,  the owner smiled
and said, "Congratulations on last nights victory.  I can honestly say that no
one...and I mean no one could have pulled off a main event like that except you,
Tylene."  The crowd cheered again.  "But I'm afraid that entirely too many
people were injured in the fight last night and your power is a liability for
this company.  The damage to the buildings alone cost us well over a million
dollars."  The crowd began to stir.  A chorus of boos began to ring up from the
crowd.  "Tylene, we can't have you destroying buildings and, I'm aware that
there was no bad intent on your part, but there were several people taken to
first aid with burns and bruises and even a few broken bones.  It was only the
grace of God that prevented any serious injuries.  That's why with great sadness
I have to strip you of your belt and fire you from this federation.  I truly am
sorry."  The crowd became enraged, screaming and booing like mad.  Tylene looked
as if she had been shot...except that if she had been shot it probably wouldn't
have injured her nearly as much as the owner's words.  Tylene tried to speak,
but she couldn't.  The owner brightened up slightly, "However, Tylene we have
recently employed another Ultrahuman just like you, except that he has a
super-brain and we are working on generating an all Ultrahuman fighting
federation and we would like for you to be the second person hired for it." 
Tylene looked puzzled.  "You mean I can fight again?"  She said.  "That's right. 
We have already had a few responses from some eager participants."  The owner
replied.  Tylene grinned from ear to ear.  "So tell me some more about this." 
"Well," the owner began, "as I said we have hired an Ultrahuman who calls
himself Craniac as an engineer.  He is designing a small city, complete with
cars, high rises, lamp posts, et cetera for the Ultras to use as a battle
ground.  It will be encased in a protective shield that will protect the
audiences from any flying debris.  We plan on building it in the desert outside
of Las Vegas and it should be ready by this time next year.  So are you
interested?"  Tylene smiled.  "You bet your ass I'm interested."  She said.  The
owner said, "Good, with that I'll introduce everyone to the first main event one
year from tonight."  The music started and out walked Bloodraven.  She smiled
sweetly at Tylene.  Bloodraven blew her a kiss and turned around and walked back
off stage.  Tylene just looked at her.  She was unable to believe after the
beating that Bloodraven had suffered last night that there was any way possible
that the dark haired destroyer could be that uninjured.  Tylene herself felt
horrible after last night.  She began to wonder what she had gotten herself
into.  Oh well, she thought guess I'll have a year to figure it out.  She blew
the crowd a few kisses, said a heartfelt farewell speech and walked back into
the dressing room.

THE END...For now.