Post by Knowlesey on May 15, 2024 10:12:08 GMT
The year is 1978, and the place is an arena unlike any other. The air is thick with anticipation as the crowd roars, their voices echoing off the walls in a deafening symphony of excitement. They are here for one thing, and one thing only: the highly-anticipated celebrity wrestling match between Austrian actress Sybil Danning and American actress Lynda Carter.
The arena is packed to the brim with fans of all ages, eager to witness the spectacle unfold. Women clutch at their chests, sighing dramatically as Sybil Danning steps into the ring, her presence commanding the attention of everyone around her. With her flowing blonde hair and her statuesque figure, she exudes an air of confidence that is both alluring and intimidating.
Meanwhile, Lynda Carter, dressed in her signature red, white, and blue, emerges from the back, her smile dazzling and her athletic physique on full display. The crowd erupts into a roar, cheering her name as she approaches the ring. There's no denying that both women are equally captivating in their own right, but the real question remains: who will come out on top in this epic battle of the screen sirens?
The referee calls for the match to begin, and the two women eye each other warily. They circle around the ring, sizing each other up, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Suddenly, Lynda lunges forward, tackling Sybil to the mat with a resounding thud. The crowd roars their approval as the two wrestlers begin to grapple, their bodies sliding across the mat in a blur of motion.
Sybil struggles to her feet, her face flushed with anger and determination. She locks eyes with Lynda, who is already back on her feet, taunting her with cocky grin. The crowd explodes into a frenzy of cheers and jeers as the two women engage in a test of strength, each trying to gain the upper hand. Their muscles strain and their breath comes in ragged gasps as they grapple for control.
Just when it seems like Sybil might have the advantage, Lynda manages to slip out of her grasp and roll across the ring. She springs back to her feet and lunges at Sybil, her fists flying in a flurry of punches. Sybil tries to defend herself, but Lynda's speed and agility are unmatched. The crowd is on the edge of their seats as the two women circle each other once more, each waiting for the perfect opening.
Suddenly, Sybil launches herself forward, wrapping her long legs around Lynda's waist and bringing her crashing to the mat, then she swiftly moves to pin her down. The crowd gasps as they see Lynda's famous red, white, and blue outfit bunched up around her waist, her breasts heaving against the mat. But Lynda is no quitter; she manages to wriggle free and roll out of the hold. The two women are now on their knees, facing each other, their chests heaving in tandem.
They exchange a look of determination, and without warning, Lynda launches herself at Sybil, her arms wrapped around her neck in a tight chokehold. Sybil's face turns red as she struggles for air, her fingers scrabbling at Lynda's arms, trying to break the hold. The crowd is on its feet now, cheering and screaming as the two women grapple on the mat.
With a powerful heave, Lynda forces Sybil to the mat, their bodies pressed together, their faces mere inches apart. Sybil's breath comes in ragged gasps, her vision starting to blur from lack of air. Desperate, she rolls onto her side and tries to push herself up, but Lynda is relentless, maintaining her grip on her throat. The referee begins to count slowly, his voice echoing through the arena.
One... Sybil kicks her legs wildly, trying to break free.
Two... Her vision is starting to darken, her strength fading fast.
Three... She feels herself starting to black out.
Just as the referee reaches the count of four, Sybil manages to twist her body free from Lynda's chokehold. Gasping for air, she rolls away from Lynda and scrambles to her feet, her muscles burning with the effort. Lynda, however, is quick to recover and spring back up as well, her chest heaving from exertion, and she grabs Sybil's flowing blonde hair, yanking her head back. The crowd lets out a collective groan as they see Lynda preparing to deliver her signature move, the "Red, White, and Bruised."
With a sinister grin, Lynda spins Sybil around, her free hand braced against her rival's shoulder, and then launches her into the air with a powerful thrust. As Sybil soars through the air, Lynda drops to one knee, arching her back in a dramatic display of strength, her long, toned legs spread wide. The crowd is on their feet now, cheering and booing in equal measure as they watch in awe as Sybil comes hurtling back toward Lynda, her body spinning through the air like a graceful ballerina.
With a mighty shout, Lynda catches Sybil in midair, her hands firmly planted on Sybil's shoulders, her body taut with effort. She holds Sybil there for a moment, their faces mere inches apart, their chests heaving from the exertion. Then, with a swift motion, Lynda pulls Sybil down toward her, forcing her shoulders to bend at an impossible angle. Sybil's face turns red with pain as she lets out a piercing scream, her muscles straining against Lynda's inhuman strength. The referee drops to his knees beside them, one hand raised in the air, the other reaching out to steady Sybil's flailing legs.
The crowd is on its feet now, roaring their approval as Lynda maintains her grip on Sybil's shoulders, her long, powerful legs still spread wide, her body taut with the effort. Sybil's screams echo through the arena, bouncing off the walls and ceiling, the sound reverberating in the hearts of every person there. Her shoulders begin to shake, her arms growing weak, and with a final, desperate heave, she manages to free herself from Lynda's grasp, and she rolls away before Lynda can grab her again, her body aching and her muscles burning.
Both girls are back on their feet, and now Sybil grabs Lynda around her knees, attempting to take her down to the mat. Lynda, however, is too quick and nimble, easily dodging out of the way and landing on her feet. She then spins around and delivers a powerful roundhouse kick to Sybil's back, sending her flying forward and crashing to the ground with a thud. The crowd gasps as Sybil lies motionless for a moment, but she manages to push herself up onto all fours, her body shaking with pain, as Lynda kicks her in her ribs, sending another shockwave through her body.
Lynda stands over Sybil, her chest heaving from exertion, her muscles tense and ready for more. With a sneer, she bends down and grabs Sybil's hair, pulling her head back, exposing her vulnerable neck. The crowd holds their breath as they wait for the final blow, but before Lynda can deliver it, Sybil manages to roll out of the way and spring back up onto her feet. Blood trickles down her neck from where Lynda's nails dug into her skin, but she doesn't let it slow her down. Instead, she launches herself at Lynda, wrapping her arms around her waist and lifting her off the ground in a desperate attempt to take control of the match.
Lynda lets out a throaty laugh as she breaks free from Sybil's grasp, spinning around quickly and delivering a sharp kick to Sybil's legs, sending her flying across the mat. Sybil lands hard on her elbow, wincing in pain as she rolls onto her back, clutching at her arm. Lynda approaches her cautiously, her foot hovering in the air, ready to deliver another blow.
"You're not going to give up that easily, are you?" she asks, her voice cold and menacing. Sybil shakes her head, gritting her teeth against the pain. "I thought not," Lynda continues, her eyes narrowing. With a swift motion, she stomps her foot on Sybil's chest, pinning her to the mat. Sybil lets out a gasp as the air is forced from her lungs.
"I'm going to enjoy this," Lynda says, her fingers flexing as she digs them deeper into Sybil's skin. She hovers over Sybil, her body tense with anticipation, before delivering a hard slap across Sybil's face. Tears stream down Sybil's cheeks, but she refuses to give in. She struggles beneath Lynda's weight, attempting to free herself from the pain.
With another cruel laugh, Lynda leans down, her lips close to Sybil's ear. "You know what they say about fighting dirty, Sybil? They say it's for those who can't handle a fair fight." She tightens her grip, making Sybil wince, before slamming her palm down on Sybil's chest. The impact drives the air from her lungs and sends pain shooting through her entire body.
Lynda stands up, circling around Sybil, who is now curled up on the mat, clutching at her aching chest. "You see, I've been training for this my whole life," she says, her voice cold and confident. "You, on the other hand, should have just stayed home and watched TV."
With a sudden burst of speed, Lynda lunges forward, aiming a kick at Sybil's side. Sybil rolls out of the way, wincing in pain, but Lynda is already on top of her again, pinning her down with one hand while delivering a flurry of punches to her face. Sybil tries to defend herself, but she's too weak and hurt to put up much of a fight.
The crowd watches in silence, some cheering for Lynda and others booing, their voices lost in the din of the arena. Lynda seems to be enjoying herself, her muscles tense and powerful as she lifts Sybil up by her arms, spinning her around before slamming her back down onto the mat with a resounding thud. Sybil cries out in pain, wincing as her shoulders and arms ache from the impact, and now Lynda grabs Sybil's ankles, pulling them up and twisting her body to force her legs to bend in an unnatural angle.
Lynda's strength is overwhelming, and despite Sybil's best efforts, she can't break free. Her face is flushed with anger and exertion, and her dark hair is plastered to her forehead with sweat. She looks down at Sybil with a cruel smile, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. "This is going to hurt!"
With one final, forceful jerk, Lynda twists Sybil's legs even further, causing her to let out a high-pitched scream of agony. Sybil's entire body feels like it's on fire, and she's certain she's about to pass out from the pain. She struggles helplessly beneath Lynda, who grinds Sybil with this sharpshooter, her thighs digging into Sybil's lower back. Tears stream down Sybil's face as she pleads for Lynda to stop, but her words are lost in the deafening roar of the crowd.
Lynda pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath, and then leans down to whisper into Sybil's ear. "You know what they say about quitters?" she asks, her voice cold and mocking. "They say they never win and they never learn." With that, she tightens her grip on Sybil's legs, increasing the pressure and forcing her into even more agony.
The crowd watches in horrified silence, some looking away in disgust while others seem to revel in the brutality. Lynda's face is flushed with a mixture of anger and adrenaline, and she appears to be relishing the power she has over Sybil. She twists Sybil's legs harder, eliciting a scream that echoes through the arena.
Sybil's body feels like it's on the verge of giving out, her muscles burning with pain and her lungs struggling to draw in air. She tries to summon the strength to break free, but Lynda's grip is like a steel vice. The only thing that keeps her going is the knowledge that if she gives up, she'll never be able to live with herself.
She focuses on Lynda's voice, the words she whispers in her ear. She remembers how determined she was when they first started training together, how she swore she'd never give up. And even though the pain is unbearable, she refuses to let Lynda win.
With all her remaining strength, Sybil thrusts her hips forward, trying to break free from Lynda's grip. There's a moment of resistance, and then Lynda's arms give way, and she tumbles to the mat next to Sybil, gasping for air. Sybil rolls over, clutching her aching legs to her chest, and looks up at the crowd. Their faces are a blur, but she can feel their shock and amazement.
Lynda scowls, sitting up and wiping the sweat from her brow. "You think that's all you've got? You're pathetic!" She launches herself back at Sybil, tackling her to the mat and pinning her arms above her head, her body pressing down on Sybil's chest, making it difficult to breathe, and her weight forcing Sybil's shoulders back and down.
The crowd roars with excitement, urging them on. Lynda's face twists into a grimace as she leans in close to Sybil's ear, her breath hot against her skin. "You're going to submit, Sybil. You're going to give up, just like you always do. And when you do, you'll regret it. You'll regret every single second you've wasted fighting me."
Sybil winces from the pain and the closeness of Lynda's words, but she refuses to give in. She twists her body, trying to free an arm, but Lynda is too strong, too determined. Her muscles burn with the effort, her lungs feel like they're about to burst, but she keeps pushing, keeps fighting.
The crowd's roar grows louder, their excitement building as they watch the two women locked in battle. Some shout encouragement for Lynda, others for Sybil, but most seem to be enjoying the raw power and emotion that is playing out before them.
Lynda stands, pulling Sybil up with her, and she holds the blonde upside down, Sybil's legs dangling over Lynda's shoulders, Sybil's head poised above the mat, her back arched and her shoulders straining against the force of Lynda's grip. The crowd gasps at the display of strength, as Lynda drops to her knees, piledriving Sybil's head into the mat, then lifts her again, Sybil's body now limp, her limbs heavy and useless.
She slams Sybil down on the mat, stepping back to admire her work. Sybil lies there, helpless, as Lynda towers over her, chest heaving, sweat dripping from her brow. "I thought you were tougher than that," she sneers. "I guess I was wrong."
And now Lynda decides to finish Sybil off, once and for all. She bends over her prone form, wrapping her long, strong legs around Sybil's waist, trapping her arms against her sides. Then, with a powerful thrust, she lifts Sybil's upper body off the mat, holding her aloft by her neck, her feet dangling above the mat. The crowd gasps as they see Lynda lifting the smaller woman like she's no more than a rag doll.
Sybil's face is turning red from the effort of holding her breath, her body flooded with adrenaline as she tries desperately to free herself from Lynda's vice-like grip. She kicks and squirms, but it's no use; Lynda's legs are like steel bands, and her grip on Sybil's neck is choking off her air supply.
The crowd erupts in a cacophony of cheers and jeers, their voices bouncing off the walls of the arena. Some shout words of encouragement to Lynda, urging her to finish the match, while others urge Sybil to keep fighting, to not give up. But Sybil knows deep down that she can't win this battle against Lynda.
As she hangs there, limp and helpless in Lynda's grip, she feels a stinging sensation in her back as Lynda's thighs dig into her ribs. It's a merciless attack, designed to wear her down both physically and mentally. She can feel her muscles starting to cramp up, her vision beginning to blur around the edges, and she has no option but to surrender, and wails, "I give up! I give up! Please, Lynda, let me go!"
Laughing, Lynda lowers Sybil to the mat, her thighs still digging into the smaller woman's ribs. "Well, I think that's a wrap for tonight, folks," she announces, grinning down at the defeated Sybil. "Looks like I'm the better woman!"
She steps away from Sybil, flexing her muscles and enjoying the applause of the crowd. The noise dies down a bit as they watch Lynda strut around the mat, her long legs and toned body glistening with sweat. She walks over to Sybil, and smirks, "I think I should humiliate you now!"
Before Sybil can react, Lynda lifts her into the air with one hand, holding her by the waist, and then bends her over at the waist, thrusting her derrière in Sybil's face. "Suck on this!" she commands, wiggling her hips suggestively. Sybil, her face burning with shame, tries to pull away, but Lynda's grip is too strong. She closes her eyes and turns her head, trying to avoid the intimate contact, but Lynda pushes her face back towards her rear end, grinding her hips against Sybil's lips.
The crowd gasps, some laughing, some booing, but all of them clearly enjoying the display of dominance and humiliation. Lynda continues to ride Sybil's face, her moans of pleasure mingling with the jeers of the audience. After what feels like an eternity, Lynda finally releases her, pushing her away and landing on her feet in a graceful spin. She struts around Sybil, who lies curled up on the mat, her face burning with embarrassment and anger.
"Get up, little one," Lynda says, her voice dripping with condescension. "It's time for your punishment."
Sybil slowly rolls over, wincing as she puts weight on her aching body. She looks up at Lynda, tears streaming down her face, and asks, "What... what do you want me to do?"
Lynda smirks, her lips curling into a cruel smile. "Oh, I think I've got just the thing for you," she says, walking over to a table lined with various objects. She picks up a wooden paddle, its surface smooth and polished, and brandishes it in the air. "Why don't you bend over that bench and prepare yourself for some well-deserved discipline?"
Sybil's eyes widen with fear and humiliation as she realizes what Lynda has in store for her. Trembling, she slowly walks over to the wooden bench and climbs onto it, her bare bottom pointed up in the air. She feels the cool air brush against her most private parts, and the weight of Lynda's presence presses down on her.
Lynda steps up behind her, the wooden paddle held high. She takes a deep breath, steadying herself, and then brings the paddle down hard against Sybil's upturned buttocks. There's a loud slap and a yelp of pain from Sybil, followed by another strike, and another. Each impact sends shockwaves of pain through her body, making her muscles tense and her breath catch in her throat.
The crowd erupts into cheers and jeers, some people applauding Lynda's dominance and control, while others groan in sympathy for Sybil's suffering. Lynda continues to rain down blow after blow upon Sybil's ass, her aim growing more precise with each strike. The pain is intense, but Sybil can't bring herself to beg for mercy or to escape the humiliation by admitting defeat.
After what feels like an eternity, Lynda finally sets the paddle aside, her arm aching from the effort. She steps back, surveying her handiwork, and nods in satisfaction. Sybil's ass is a bright red, covered in angry welts and bruises, and she's lying on the bench, gasping for breath. Lynda takes a moment to admire her work, then bends down and whispers into Sybil's ear. "That should teach you not to challenge me again."
The crowd, now thoroughly worked up into a frenzy, erupts into cheers and applause. Some shout encouragement to Lynda, while others offer their sympathies to Sybil. But no one doubts that Lynda has emerged victorious, her dominance over Sybil absolute and unquestioned.