Pangs of Nostalgia cut like blades in his heart as he walked down the large hallway of the Aerosoft Coliseum wearing his trademark black lucha mask paired with matching elbow and knee pads. His black briefs had the word "Gonzo" displayed across its back. His large muscular black frame was shiny and oiled with his large chest puffed and bare.
The black boots on his thick, brawny feet echoed through the hallway as he held back tears seeing photos of his illustrious past around him.
"I remember that one..." he mused thinking of his fight with Chi Medina. The two had fought each other in a violent intergender brawl that had ended with her beautiful sculpted body bent over a ringpost, her blonde hair wrapped around his large hands.
He had almost reached the hallway now, the large metal doors were the only thing between him and the aisle towards the wrestling ring.
He pulled down on the large bar and opened the doors. The PA system around the large empty arena sprang to life with faux sounds of a sell out crowd. "The Great Gozno" the voices screamed as his entrance music blared loud. Tears ran down his face as he remembered what it was like. The ten time intergender champion was unstoppable in his heyday.
Age had withered his strength and natural calamities that besieged the male population in Blackpool took care of the rest. His time was up and he knew it but not before one last fight. He headed up the steel steps and made his way inside the ring.
The Great Gonzo's opponent was a 24-year old female. She stood nude with her toned back to one corner, resting against the padded turnbuckles. Her buff, oiled body glistening under the harsh spot lights. Her muscles were defined and well developed but did not rob her off her femininity. Her hard abs and arms looked as if they were constructed by the gods. The peak and valleys of biceps rolled across the length of her arms outstretched over the top rope. Her tear drop breasts glistened with oil and her round, firm ass rested flush against the pad just under the second turnbuckle.
"Yo Grandpa! You ready for a fight?" She said with a cocky smirk that formed cute dimples in her cheeks. Her green eyes stared at him with confidence and her bright red short pixie cut hair was closely cropped and almost shaved on the sides. She wore shoulder sleeves with pads for her elbows and matching black knee pads. On her feet were black sports shoes with white laces.
The Great Gonzo smiled. "Who are you callin' Grandpa! Girlie?" He bellowed in a gruff voice as his took his place at a corner opposite to her.
"And I see you are wrestlin' in yer birthday suit! Suits me just fine, won't have to tear any clothes off ya!" He grinned. His white teeth shimmering under his black lucha mask.
"Not that that's going to help you creep! I just get sweaty, besides I don't want to deal with your blood on my clothes now do I?" The confidence radiating in her response unnerved The Great Gonzo a little.
"Enough talk! Have at you!" The Great Gozno screamed as rushed toward her. The two of them met in the center of the ring. They lunged with their respective left legs forward and one of their arms grabbing the back of each others necks. The Gonzo put his other arm around her elbow and she followed suit.
Their muscles flexed as their oiled bodies shined under the lights. Both of them straining to gain advantage, their bodies locked in the center of the ring in a collar and elbow position. Thinking on his feet, Gonzo let go of her neck and grabbed his left forearm as his right forearm pressed against her chin, forcing her head upward.
Unable to gain traction, she found herself backed into a corner. The back of her head now pressed against the top turnbuckle, she shifted her body weight right. Her open palm pushed into his cheek throwing his head sideways until he released the hold and threw both his arms up as if calling a truce. She followed suit but ate a brutal chop across her breasts.
She bent forward with a loud grunt of pain, her right arm covering her tits as Gonzo laughed and backed away.
She looked at him with her head cocked sideways, a murderous glare on her face. After a few moments of heavy breathing, she walked back to the center of the ring.
"Not bad Grandpa! But you shouldn't have done that" There was a soft smile plastered across her face.
The Gonzo rushed her again as they locked up in the center. This time, she dragged her body weight backward putting the Gonzo off-balance and with amazing athleticism jumped up and wrapped her powerful, shapely legs across his torso. Her forehead met his as Gonzo's head sprang back spraying a line of blood from his nose.
Their upper bodies still locked in a collar tie, she forced him to his knees by squeezing her thighs against his waist. She slammed her back hard to the mat, lifting him up in the air over her. Gonzo looked down to see a cheeky grin on her face and found himself flung headfirst into the corner, the top of his head crashing into the second turnbuckle.
She bought both her legs anterior to her chest and rotated back onto her shoulders. Placing her hands on the floor proximal to her ears, she kipped up and jumped to her feet. She looked around to see Gonzo slowly moving to his knees and with the help of the top rope finally getting to his feet. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs.
"What's the matter grandpa? Is that all ya got?" She regained her fighting stance as Gonzo stared at her from the corner.
ONE WEEK AGO
"So.." She said quizzing her dead beat of a friend who was busy playing video games. "You thought about it?"
"About what Jess?" her friend barely seemed to look at her. In front of her eyes were a vastly more interesting array of pixels and fantasy characters she would rather deal with. She knew where this was going.
"Krissy...we talked about this" Jess crossed her arms in front of her chest. Her shapely, thin body was decked out in a casual T-shirt and shorts. Her blonde hair unkept and held together by chopsticks.
Krissy took a irritated gulp of air as she kept her controller down. She was nude on the couch, her fit, muscular body the result of her genes. Her toned legs were spread out over the table in front of her, her rock hard six pack abs drenched in sweat that glistened when the light hit them just tight. She threw up her muscular arms above her head, the back of her palms resting gently on top of her short red hair. Her green eyes peered at Jess, while her beautiful, full breasts heaved in unison with her breath.
"C'mon Jess..I am not going to put out for some weirdo on an internet forum!" Krissy's face threw an expression of disgust Jess' way but the blonde was having none of it.
"No Krissy, not some weirdo on an Internet forum. We are talking about a bona fide mixed wrestling star here and he is paying you good money to fight!" Jess threw a stern look of benevolence right back at her.
"You mean has-been. The guy hasn't wrestled in ages and besides why are you so eager to sell my ass out? What if he turns out to be some creep who just wants to get laid!"
"C'mon Krissy! this again? We have been over this! Okay first of all, he is not just some creep and second you are a freaking immortal Amazon who fights monsters, this is just some guy who runs a video company and wants to find out if you would be interested in doing some videos"
"Exactly! What if he finds out I am a superhero on the side! I mean can't I get a break? I protect this city for god sakes, you would think that would be enough!"
Jess had finally had it. She took her friend by her arm over to one of the cupboards. Various bits of paper flew out and collected like unkept garbage on the floor when Jess opened it. They were all bills.
"And these are just the electricity bills, you want to see how long our rent is overdue?"
Krissy sighed and looked away from Jess making sure not to make eye contact. Being a superhero wasn't paying the bills and she knew it.
"Look Krissy..." Jess sounded a little calmer now. "You know I appreciate what you do, heck this town wouldn't be around if it weren't for you but we gotta make ends meet here or we are out on the streets, you get me?"
Krissy knew her friend was right. "Fine! Just tell me where to go!"
She sighed as Jess hugged her.
THE PRESENT DAY
The Great Gonzo and Krissy circled each other again. He moved fast and caught both her arms in a double overhook. His large arms wrapped around hers close to her arm-sockets, coiling around the junction between her chest and upper extremity.
She felt his breath on her neck and found her body flung over the top of his head and onto the mat, her back hitting the ring hard knocking the wind out of her. After executing a perfect double overhook suplex, he did not let her arms free and instead flung his body backwards through the air and landed on her stomach, both his knees striking her chiseled torso hard.
She flinched and grunted in pain as her head sprang forward. Still not releasing the underhook, he brought Krissy to her feet and transitioned into a bearhug. His arms locked around her waist, he lifted her up cleanly off her feet and began applying pressure.
Krissy's head cocked back in pain as she clenched her pearly white teeth, her eyes closed and her cheeks forming dimples again. Thinking fast she bought both her elbows down on the sides of Gonzo's neck. He staggered back and released the hold.
Krissy landed on her knees and clenched her back while the Gonzo staggered back on to the ropes. She barely got to her feet when his large arms met her chest. Gonzo had run forward from the ropes and struck her in the chest by extending his arm straight out and hitting her so hard that Krissy's body flipped a complete circle in the air before her back hit the mat hard.
With all the wind driven from her lungs, her nude body lay spread eagle on the mat staring wide-eyed towards the ceiling. Gonzo picked her up by her short red hair and kneed her hard in the crotch. On her knees and holding on to her snatch, Gonzo draped Krissy's neck on the second rope and pressed his knee to the back of her neck using both his arms to hold on to the top rope for support.
Krissy coughed as Gonzo poured pressure on her larynx. Using her upper body strength, she pushed the big man off her. He stumbled backwards, allowing her a moment to regain her composure and get to her feet as her back rested against the top rope.
As Gonzo rushed toward her, Krissy waited till the last minute before ducking and bending the top rope downward. He hit nothing but air as Gonzo flew out of the ring and landed on the concrete floor below in a heap.
Clenching the top rope with both her hands, she launched herself over the ropes and crashed into his body. Gonzo felt Krissy's elbow land on his chest. His eyes went wide and his mouth opened to take in a large gulp of air as he screamed in pain.
Both combatants lay on the ground with their backs to the floor breathing hard. Krissy stirred first and sat up, shaking the cobwebs loose from her head. She slowly got to her feet. Looking at the metal railing in front of them she smiled and grabbed Gonzo's lucha mask to drag him to his feet. Gonzo bent over as a knee collided with his abs and Krissy grabbed him by the back of his neck.
She sent him careening into the unforgiving steel of the railing headfirst and laughed as the top of his head struck the barrier with enough force to bend it at the point of impact. Gonzo was on all fours, his head pointing down and breathing hard. Krissy looked around for a weapon to use and gazed at the steel steps with malicious intent.
She bought it down hard on his back as Gonzo screamed in pain and writhed around on the floor.
Krissy picked up the steel steps over the top of her head with an evil grin and selected a target on Gonzo's body. She zeroed in on his ribs but at the very last moment he bought his knees up to his chest, the tip of the first step hit the bottom soles of his hard boots instead.
The back of the steel steps were hollow and the unforgiving sharp steel cut a gash open on Krissy's forehead as Gonzo sent it careening into her beautiful face. Blood poured from the cut and she collapsed on the floor holding on to her forehead. Gonzo stirred slowly, still dazed from the brutal blow on his back. He slowly got to his feet and looked at Krissy on the floor laid out on her back.
Smiling, The Great Gozno stomped her stomach hard with his large boots. Krissy's face was crimson with blood that poured from her cut, her head arched up and down in rhythm with Gonzo's brutal stomps. Satisfied with his little outburst, he grabbed Krissy's short red hair and got her to his feet. He wrapped his large hands around her and picked her up by the waist. Picking up a little speed, he ran into the steel ringpost. Krissy's head titled up as her back collided against the cold steel. "Unfh!!" She grunted through gritted teeth as pain shot through her back.
Gonzo let her go and she slid down to the base of the ringpost, still dazed and in a sitting position with her arms limp by her side, breathing hard. Krissy felt Gonzo's knee impact under her chin snapping her head up, a spray of blood escaping her mouth painting her teeth red. She held on to her chin and collapsed on the floor, writhing in pain.
Gonzo flipped her over to do more damage but was met with a defiant kick that landed on his jaw. It sent him reeling backward, slumping over backfirst on the metal railing. Krissy grabbed the apron with her hands and used it for support to get up to her feet. She ran forward and jumped, bringing her right leg up to her chest as she flew through the air. At the last minute, she extended her leg, the sole of her black shoes crashing into Gonzo's nose.
Gonzo's body flipped over and landed awkwardly on the chairs behind the railing. Krissy had collapsed to the floor, spread out on the concrete.
ONE WEEK AGO
Packed like meat in a can, Krissy found herself surrounded by men in a small bus barely an inch taller than her 5"11 frame. The bus overflowed with people and she was caught in the middle, open to their misgivings. She felt hands feel up every part of her beautiful body. Angered she started throwing random body blows that connected with anyone within her vicinity.
"Uh-oh!" She exclaimed as Krissy felt the men descend upon her from all sides.
"What's going on back there?" The bus driver yelled as he struggled to control the vehicle's trajectory in the ensuing chaos.
"Where is she?" said one of the hotel staff to another, as they stood outside the Morrison's hotel. "Beats me!" said the other. The small two-floor hotel had seen better days. The once white building had turned yellow and large cracks had appeared on the cement walls, years of water seepage had damaged them. The large neon sign that adorned the side of the building alternated between spelling the name 'Morrison's' and 'Morons' as the malfunctioning LED's that lit up the letters 'ris' fluttered between life and death.
The two staffers stood in their hotel uniforms by the porch and even that had seen better days. The small town of Blackpool had once been full of life and the Aerosoft coliseum its lifeline. The violent intergender matches had been an tourist attraction before a plague hit the city and ravaged the male population. The women now outnumbered the men ten to one and in a small niche sport like intergender wrestling that statistic killed off the competition.
Eventually, lumbering old males were put in matches with younger, more fitter women and they wiped the floor with them. With no competition, the audience dwindled and soon it got to a point where the coliseum no longer bustled with life. Fake noise over the PA system replaced the audience and the facility was converted into an arena for niche intergender videos.
Remarkably the small audience that remained stayed extremely loyal to its heroes and would tune in to watch the matches being broadcast, making the arena just enough money to stay afloat.
"Finally! There is the bus!" said one staffer. The bus zigzagged on the road wildly as it headed toward the hotel.
"Uh...You may want to stand back!" Yelled the other staffer as they rushed back into the porch that housed the main door.
The bus careened to a stop in front of the hotel. After a few moments, the door on the small van opened and Krissy was tossed out like a bag of potatoes, dumped on her ass.
"And stay out!" the driver yelled as the bus rushed away. Her suitcase was tossed beside her.
Krissy got up and dusted off her clothes or what was left of them. Her full sleeved casual shirt had its sleeves torn off and her full length plain white shirt was now just a crop top, with just enough fabric left to hide her nipples.
Her jeans were torn too, wayward threads dangling over her firm ass as the only thing left was a small patch of cloth covering her privates. Her short-red hair had been ruffled and she flipped the bus a finger with anger coursing through her emerald green eyes.
"Are people around here always this friendly?" She asked one of the staff as the two men hurried to collect her luggage.
"I apologize on their behalf mam! The ruffians won't know a good thing if it smacked 'em on the ass!" Krissy noticed the young man's pale white skin and skinny frame. He had freckles on his face and large over-sized glasses covered his small beady black eyes.
"Julian!," The other man called out to him. "HURRY UP! WILL YOU? We got other guests besides some tough fighter wannabes"
"Sheesh!" Krissy thought out aloud. "People don't like me here do they?"
"It's not that...Miss Irons...It's just that we haven't seen really seen one of our heroes win in a long time" Julian replied.
"That man that just spoke to you was my father. He grew up in a world where men and women tangled in great battles, where skill decided who came out on top" Krissy felt sorry to see Julian lugging her large suitcase by himself.
"Both men and women were heroes in the town but ever since the plague, men aren't born anymore or the ones that are..." He said while pointing to his body and shrugging "are like me!"
"This place was a tourist attraction once, calling out to fighters and fans alike. Now all that's left is an empty arena and a few old men" Julian pointed at the pictures hanging on the walls of the hotel as they made their way to Krissy's room. She also noticed small figurines of wrestlers decorated on the reception table, El-Loco Gonzo one of them read.
A brief tinge of sadness appeared and disappeared just as quickly in Krissy's heart as she heard Julian's father call out to him. "GET DOWN HERE! YOU WEAKLING!" the voice boomed from the lobby.
"What an asshole!" Krissy muttered to herself as she saw young Julian rush down to the source of the voice.
Shrugging her shoulders, she turned around and headed towards her room, only to notice that the there was no handle. Worse, it looked like it had been ripped completely off the wooden framework, leaving a gaping hole where the lock was supposed to be.
"Great!," Krissy thought to herself. "I haven't been here five minutes and someone's already broken in. This just keeps getting better and better"
She carefully swung the door open and light from the hallway flooded into the small room. Just to the left of the entrance was the bathroom and thankfully it looked like that door was still intact. She waltzed in slowly and flicked the light switch up two or three times.
"No Dice!," She muttered "Don't why I was expecting that to work!"
Suddenly she felt a large bicep coil around her throat from behind. Her hands instinctively shot up and worked to pry the hold loose. Krissy felt her attacker's second arm wrap around her waist, his fingers digging into her abs for a brutal stomach claw.
She shot her body weight right and turned around planking her attacker to the wall behind them. Krissy heard him wince in pain, releasing his hold and she attacked with two stiff elbows to his stomach, audibly winding him. She turned around to see a large seven foot tall man in front of her, he wore a plain red shirt matched with black formal pants and a leather belt around his waist. His long grey hair had been tied in a neat ponytail behind him.
His face had wrinkles all over and she guessed his age to be around 65. Krissy shot her arms forward, her palms clenched in a fist aimed at his face. The man blocked the punch at the last second by catching the fist and delivered one of his own deep in her clit. Krissy went down to her knees clutching her womanhood.
Her head sprang back as the man's knee collided just under her chin. He grabbed her bright red hair and bought her to her feet.
"Not another loss! Not this time!" The man screamed as he unleashed a wild torrent of strikes on her face and belly. Krissy blocked most of them but the ones that got through stung like hell leaving her winded. The man attempted a kick aimed at her left cheek but Krissy blocked it with her forearm and buried the sole of her shoes deep in his family jewels.
"Why you little..." She screamed as Krissy mounted him, sending down hard blows to his face. The man covered up and showing great athleticism wrapped his feet around her neck from behind Krissy's back. With great strength he lifted her up and bought the top of her head crashing to the floor.
In the small hallway, Krissy's body hung against the wall face-first in a crude handstand. Her attacker kipped up to his feet and sent his hard leather shoes crashing into the small of her back sending her crashing through the wall on the other side.
He followed her in and targeted the side of her head with his shoes but Krissy caught his leg and spun him around, his body cartwheeling before it landed with a sick thud. She immediately got up and the stomped the side of the man's head, her shoes cutting open a wound on the side of his forehead. She grabbed him by his ponytail and sent him flying to the other side again through the hole in the wall.
She followed but was caught unaware by a shoulder tackle that lifted her off her feet. The man ran with her in tow. Krissy's back smashed through one wall and then the second before finally coming to stop as her tailbone smashed against a sink in the bathroom two rooms away from they started the fight.
She winced and threw her head up in pain. The man without breaking his grip around her torso picked her up and smashed her backfirst inside the nearby bathtub with him on top of her. Defenseless and winded, Krissy felt punch after punch connect on her face. The first one bloodied her nose, the second left a large fist shaped bruise on her left eye and the third cut a small gash open to the side of her lips.
She blocked the fourth punch and responded with one of her own, bloodying his nose this time. Her second punch under his chin caused the man's body to spring out and land back first on the bathroom floor. Krissy got out of the tub and jumped on top of him landing violent blows on his face and bloodying him.
"STOP!" he screamed as Krissy stopped her punch just short of his face. "Please...stop!" She could hear him crying.
Some time later the old man sat on the couch in Krissy's room. "My name is Juan de la Garcia" He said as Krissy bandaged the wounds on his face. Juan noticed that there wasn't a scratch on her, Krissy's injuries were already healed.
"So now girls can heal too huh?" He said as a stupid smile flashed across his face.
Krissy didn't know how to respond but was desperate to keep her superhero lifestyle under wraps. "No...no they don't! I mean only I do!, something unique to me I'm afraid" she said smiling.
"Knowing this town, the air here has already found a way to use that against us!" He said in a somber tone.
"I highly doubt that!" She retorted with a soft smile. "Now Juan, why did you attack me?"
"Why else? I figured that it maybe a way to slow you down a little before tomorrow's match. Give The Great Gonzo one chance of victory" His voice was tinged with sadness. "You see Mrs. Irons people laugh at us ex-wrestlers getting bodied by women younger than us"
"Juan de la Garcia - The blackmass! I thought your name sounded familiar. I've read about you, the most feared intergender wrestler during your time" Krissy beamed.
"That was a long time ago, young one! As you could tell by our little meeting it takes little more than air to beat me now" Juan sighed, tears flowing through his eyes. Krissy felt sorry enough for the old man to tell him who she was but bit her tongue and remained quiet instead. If this alternate lifestyle was going to be successful, it would be best to keep her career as superhero under wraps.
"Please Miss Irons, can I make a small request? One that I make to every woman wrestler that comes to this part of town" He was almost pleading with her.
"What is it?" She said.
"Loose the match tomorrow and take a savage beating doing it!"
Krissy was taken aback at his request. "Why would I do that Juan? Would you throw away a match if someone told you too?"
"If it meant it was for the greater good, then yes" He said.
"And what greater good would that be?" Krissy inquired genuinely puzzled at what was transpiring before her.
"There hasn't been a single male victory in close to 10 years. Men have been ravaged by a plague and worse, they have given up hope. They have started to believe there is no good that can come of this town. This place used to house the best of the best, now it's a placeholder for long-forgotten photos and figurines. Your defeat in tomorrows match would mean much to this town, maybe I can convince other women to loose to. God knows, I have been trying! The men deserve a chance Miss Irons and your defeat can open the doors to that future"
Krissy didn't know quite what to make of the situation but she had seen Julian's plight with her own eyes. She had seen the anger seething inside the males of this society, treated as second rate garbage. She wasn't sure what she should do.
"I'll think about it. I won't promise anything Juan BUT i will think about it!" She said carefully choosing her words.
"Come on Miss Irons, you know you can take it! You even heal twice as fast as the rest of us. Please won't you consider?" Juan pleaded.
Krissy lay a soft hand on his shoulder and kissed him on the cheek. "Like I said Juan, I will think about it!"
PRESENT DAY
Gonzo's body slowly stirred from beneath the house of chairs that had collapsed on him. He grabbed the metal railing for support and couldn't see Krissy anywhere.
"Looking for me?" A voice behind him murmured and he turned around only to find a chair headed towards him. Krissy smacked his head with a sadistic chair shot that almost broke his skull in half. Gonzo's body flew over the metal railing and landed upside down on his head, his legs bending backwards over his head. He stayed in that position for a few seconds before dropping like a sack to his sides.
Krissy wasn't in great shape herself, the gash on her forehead oozed blood and now painted her entire face crimson red to match her hair. Some of the blood ran down her neck and on to her breasts. Annoyed, Krissy stomped Gonzo's sides hard before picking him up by his mask and throwing him into the ring, rolling him under the bottom rope.
She covered him from a quick pin and slammed her palms down on to the mat. "1...2...." Before she could get to three, Gonzo kicked out. Seething with anger, she picked up and squeezed his head in between her thighs. Wrapping her shapely arms across his torso, Krissy lifted him up and seated him on her shoulders and bought his body down to the mat back-first for a sadistic powerbomb.
Winded, Krissy slowly staggered backward on the ropes holding on to them for support. Seeing the Gonzo laid out spread eagle on the mat, she smirked and looked around for a new toy to use against him. Seeing a table close to the ring on the opposite side, she ventured out by climbing under the top rope and placing the table close to the apron.
Krissy rolled back in and stuck the Gonzo's face between her thighs once again, lifting him up to her shoulders. She walked toward the end of the ring where the table was laid out and wanted to send him over the top rope, back-first on to the table.
Unfortunately, she had given him too much time to recover. Thinking fast, Gonzo bought both his thighs closer together and locked her in a standing headscissors while sitting on her shoulders. With his free hands, he began hammering his fists into the open gash on her forehead bringing her down to one knee at first before the second.
He let go of the hold and immediately ran towards the ropes, rebounding off them as he jumped in the air and landed a drop kick right in the middle of her chest while she was on her knees. Krissy went down in a heap, writhing on the ground holding on to her breasts.
The Great Gonzo bought Krissy to her feet again and ran into the ropes one more time. Krissy wasn't as winded as he thought though. She ducked under his clothesline and while he ran past her unleashed a sinister kick to the back of his head.
Gonzo went down like a rock, completely limp and passed out face first on the mat. Krissy couldn't capitalize though as she went down in a heap still winded from the blow to her chest. After a few moments, both fighters began to stir and crawled to the corner nearest to them.
They grabbed on to the ropes and lifted themselves up. For a split second, their backs were turned to each other and Gonzo reached for something in his briefs. It was a small vial with a sticker on it that read 'Second Wind'. He gulped it down and threw away the vial.
Both fighters rested with their backs on the turnbuckles, their bloody and sweaty bodies glistening under the harsh lights of the arena. Krissy and Gonzo made eye contact and smiled at each other with mutual respect, slowly making their way to the center of the ring.
ONE WEEK AGO
Juan and Krissy hugged each other warmly and he took his leave. When he was almost to the door, Krissy called out to him.
"Juan wait!" She said as he turned around "Suppose I play along and get a beating, how are you going to convince Gonzo that his opponent will loose willingly? I am sure he won't accept that"
"Neither should he" Juan retorted "A warrior of his stature would find it shameful that he won not by his own strength, which is why I am going to give him this"
He produced a small vial from his pockets. The sticker on it read 'Second Wind'. He handed it to Krissy who looked it over and studied it. "What's in this thing?" Krissy asked confused.
"Hope...Miss Irons, Hope!" He said calmly "In that vial is nothing but water, the very same that we drink in the town but what it represents is hope!"
"Let me guess...You are going to tell him..."
"I am going to tell him just what he needs to hear!" Juan said with a small smile. "The rest...will be up to you!"
Krissy smiled. She had heard all that she needed to hear. "All right Juan, I am in!" She said as she stood there with her arms crossed across her chest.
Juan jumped in her arms like a small boy and planted kisses all over her face. "Thank you Miss Irons...you don't know how much this means to us!"
Putting him down, she shook his hand. "Please call me Krissy! All my friends do!"
In the morning, Krissy packed her wrestling gear and proceeded for the arena. In the lobby, she saw Julian and his dad, his father was still screaming at him for being a weakling.
"Hey Julian!" She said to the young kid "Believe in your heroes! They won't let you down!"
PRESENT DAY
Krissy and Gonzo circled each other cautiously looking for an opening. After both of them had feigned attacks and reversed each others holds, Gonzo stood firm in the ring and motioned for a test of strength. Krissy accepted and her fingers interlocked with his, their arms outstretched over their heads.
Slowly Krissy's knees buckled as she went down on them. Gonzo let out a laugh and slowly maneuvered her hands down rotating them so her palms faced upward with their fingers still locked. She let out cries of pain and shook her head in disbelief grunting against Gonzo bending her fingers unnaturally.
He let go and kicked her hard on the side of her head flooring her as slumped over limp, to one side. Her eyes were closed and mouth exhaled gulps of air when Gonzo yanked Krissy to her feet by her hair. He locked her head between his thighs and lifted her up to a sitting position on his shoulders.
Krissy's body went through a table next to the apron as she was thrown over the top rope by Gonzo. She landed with a sick thud on the concrete and gritted her teeth hard in pain. She arched her back upwards, her arms bent at the elbows and her palms making a fist as she let out a cry of pain.
Gonzo jumped down through the second rope and surveyed his surroundings. Thinking fast, he picked her up and locked her head between his thighs again, lifting her body to a seated position on his shoulders once more. He powerbombed her on the top of the metal barrier, Krissy's back bending the railing in half from the middle.
She lay there motionless and panting hard with her body bent out of shape on top of the railing. Gonzo stood with her back turned to her body and bent down draping her feet on his shoulders. Krissy felt the back of Gonzo's mask rub against her vagina as she felt herself sitting on his shoulders once again.
Showing great strength, he threw her straight up and while she was coming down ass first to the floor, he grabbed her waist and changed her trajectory watching her crash chest first into the steel steps. Krissy lay limp on the steel steps, possibly out cold before being bought back to consciousness with a rough fist to her pussy. She grabbed her womanhood and rolled down from the steps and on to the concrete.
Gonzo grabbed her limp arms with one of his and bought Krissy to her feet. He wrapped his huge biceps around her waist with one arm and positioned the other just below her buttocks. He picked her up to his shoulders till her back draped over it and spread her legs.
Gonzo sent her crotch first into the steel ringpost and watched as she collided and fell to the floor, writhing and squirming in pain. Ignoring her for a while, he cleared a path to a row of closely packed chairs by removing the metal barriers in front of them. Picking her up, he sent Krissy running into the chairs and watched as her body tossed and turned hitting every chair on her way to the floor.
He grabbed one of the chairs and folded it up. Krissy barely got to her feet when she felt a hard chair shot collide with her face launching her in the air until she landed back first on to hard concrete. Krissy squirmed holding onto her face, writhing around on the floor.
Gonzo laid her out with another chair shot on her back when she got to her knees, the echo of ugly impact reverberating through the arena.
"Aaaaaah!" She screamed as Krissy collapsed face first on the floor. Dragging her by her short red hair, he led her back to the ring. Krissy followed groggily, her feet uncoordinated by the beating she had taken. She felt herself being rolled into the ring. Gonzo followed quickly and rolled her up for a quick pin. "1...2..." Krissy kicked out before the count got to three.
Frustrated he sent her crashing backfirst into the turnbuckle. He spread her legs on either side of the second rope and locked her arms over and under the top rope. Gonzo sent down hard chops to her tits, each sickening blow reddening her skin a little more. He bit on her nipples hard before sending knee after knee into her crotch.
Krissy teared up from the pain as she felt her pussy being ripped apart. Stopping momentarily, Gonzo rolled under the bottom rope and searched for something under the apron. Seconds later, he emerged with kendo stick in hand and a sadistic smile on his face.
Every part of Krissy's body received stiff punishment from the stick as she was stuck there on the turnbuckles. She felt the unforgiving wood crash into her stomach, chest, and her face as she screamed on the top of her lungs from the pain.
He grabbed her hair and sent her crashing face first into the mat. He quickly rolled her over and hooked her leg for a pin. "1....2........." and she kicked out again before the three count. Amazed at her durability, Gonzo bought her unsteady frame to her feet. He took her outside and stood her up on the apron. He picked her up by her torso upside down till her feet pointed toward his face.
He jumped off the apron on to the concrete floor and Krissy's body jumped up from the impact as the piledriver connected on the top of her head. She lay motionless, her head tilted to one side and breathing hard. He grabbed her and threw her back in the ring and tried another pin. "1....2...." another kickout before three.
Annoyed, he grabbed her by the hair and sent her forehead smack against the top turnbuckle in the corner. He connected with two hard knees to her lower back before dropping to his knees with his back turned to her and bending over and draping her back over his. He locked his hands under her armpits and lifted her up in a cross position over his shoulders, Krissy's ass rubbing against the back of his head.
After a few calculations, he ran forward and dropped to his knees releasing Krissy over his head as she flew over like an arrow shot from a bow. She sailed over the metal barriers in place for the audience before finally landing in a cluster of hard steel chairs.
Pain knew no bounds for her as Krissy lay there on her back with several chairs collapsing and falling on top of her. One of them finally fell on her face blocking out her vision.
After a few agonizing moments, Gonzo finally lifted her out from underneath the mess of chairs. He got Krissy to her feet and punched her hard on the nose, releasing a spray of blood from her nostrils. He followed up with a hard gut punch that doubled her over. Grabbing a handful of her crotch from behind with one arm and grabbing her hair with another, he lifted her up clean over his head.
He threw her to his waiting knee for a brutal back breaker and rolled her off him to the floor. Krissy felt Gonzo stomp her back hard, his large boots leaving their imprints, reddening her skin. He got Krissy to her feet again, once more doubling her over with a punch to the stomach. He grabbed her in a headlock with one of his arms, her face staring at the ground. With his other he grabbed and squeezed her snatch again before picking her up and sending her torso into one of the metal barriers.
She lay there bent over in half as she hung torso first on the cold metal, her arms and legs limp. Her eyes closed as breathed through her mouth. Gonzo landed a savage double axe handle blow to her back that dislodged her and sent her backfirst onto the concrete.
He dragged her back in the ring, rolling her in under the bottom rope. Gonzo went for a pin but shockingly, Krissy reversed it somehow, rolling him up in a small package. "1....2....." Gonzo kicked out in the nick of time before the count reached three. Letting out an angry scream, he picked her up and delivered a devastating piledriver. He repeated the dose again before closing out the trilogy of moves with a power bomb.
He rolled on top of her and hooked her leg. "1....2....3!" Gonzo couldn't believe it.
Tears rolled down his eyes as Gonzo's music hit the PA system filling the arena. He fell to his knees and raised his arms in celebration. All over Blackpool, men celebrated with enthusiasm and Julian's dad hugged him for the first time since he was born.
The Great Gonzo had won and he celebrated like a madman in the ring. Behind him, Krissy Irons had slowly started to stir and got to a seated position before she saw Gonzo extend his arm towards her. They looked at each other intently for a while before her arms met his and he helped Krissy up to her feet.
"Good match girlie!" He said as she shook his arm.
"You too Grandpa!" Krissy retorted with a smile. She made her way out of the ring through the second rope and walked down the aisle towards the locker rooms. When she exited the arena dressed in a casual T-shirt and jeans, she met Juan there.
"Thank you for giving this old man some hope!" He cried as Krissy shook his hand and kissed him on the cheek softly. Her injuries had all but healed as she made her way back home, the sun setting on the long road ahead of her.
The black boots on his thick, brawny feet echoed through the hallway as he held back tears seeing photos of his illustrious past around him.
"I remember that one..." he mused thinking of his fight with Chi Medina. The two had fought each other in a violent intergender brawl that had ended with her beautiful sculpted body bent over a ringpost, her blonde hair wrapped around his large hands.
He had almost reached the hallway now, the large metal doors were the only thing between him and the aisle towards the wrestling ring.
He pulled down on the large bar and opened the doors. The PA system around the large empty arena sprang to life with faux sounds of a sell out crowd. "The Great Gozno" the voices screamed as his entrance music blared loud. Tears ran down his face as he remembered what it was like. The ten time intergender champion was unstoppable in his heyday.
Age had withered his strength and natural calamities that besieged the male population in Blackpool took care of the rest. His time was up and he knew it but not before one last fight. He headed up the steel steps and made his way inside the ring.
The Great Gonzo's opponent was a 24-year old female. She stood nude with her toned back to one corner, resting against the padded turnbuckles. Her buff, oiled body glistening under the harsh spot lights. Her muscles were defined and well developed but did not rob her off her femininity. Her hard abs and arms looked as if they were constructed by the gods. The peak and valleys of biceps rolled across the length of her arms outstretched over the top rope. Her tear drop breasts glistened with oil and her round, firm ass rested flush against the pad just under the second turnbuckle.
"Yo Grandpa! You ready for a fight?" She said with a cocky smirk that formed cute dimples in her cheeks. Her green eyes stared at him with confidence and her bright red short pixie cut hair was closely cropped and almost shaved on the sides. She wore shoulder sleeves with pads for her elbows and matching black knee pads. On her feet were black sports shoes with white laces.
The Great Gonzo smiled. "Who are you callin' Grandpa! Girlie?" He bellowed in a gruff voice as his took his place at a corner opposite to her.
"And I see you are wrestlin' in yer birthday suit! Suits me just fine, won't have to tear any clothes off ya!" He grinned. His white teeth shimmering under his black lucha mask.
"Not that that's going to help you creep! I just get sweaty, besides I don't want to deal with your blood on my clothes now do I?" The confidence radiating in her response unnerved The Great Gonzo a little.
"Enough talk! Have at you!" The Great Gozno screamed as rushed toward her. The two of them met in the center of the ring. They lunged with their respective left legs forward and one of their arms grabbing the back of each others necks. The Gonzo put his other arm around her elbow and she followed suit.
Their muscles flexed as their oiled bodies shined under the lights. Both of them straining to gain advantage, their bodies locked in the center of the ring in a collar and elbow position. Thinking on his feet, Gonzo let go of her neck and grabbed his left forearm as his right forearm pressed against her chin, forcing her head upward.
Unable to gain traction, she found herself backed into a corner. The back of her head now pressed against the top turnbuckle, she shifted her body weight right. Her open palm pushed into his cheek throwing his head sideways until he released the hold and threw both his arms up as if calling a truce. She followed suit but ate a brutal chop across her breasts.
She bent forward with a loud grunt of pain, her right arm covering her tits as Gonzo laughed and backed away.
She looked at him with her head cocked sideways, a murderous glare on her face. After a few moments of heavy breathing, she walked back to the center of the ring.
"Not bad Grandpa! But you shouldn't have done that" There was a soft smile plastered across her face.
The Gonzo rushed her again as they locked up in the center. This time, she dragged her body weight backward putting the Gonzo off-balance and with amazing athleticism jumped up and wrapped her powerful, shapely legs across his torso. Her forehead met his as Gonzo's head sprang back spraying a line of blood from his nose.
Their upper bodies still locked in a collar tie, she forced him to his knees by squeezing her thighs against his waist. She slammed her back hard to the mat, lifting him up in the air over her. Gonzo looked down to see a cheeky grin on her face and found himself flung headfirst into the corner, the top of his head crashing into the second turnbuckle.
She bought both her legs anterior to her chest and rotated back onto her shoulders. Placing her hands on the floor proximal to her ears, she kipped up and jumped to her feet. She looked around to see Gonzo slowly moving to his knees and with the help of the top rope finally getting to his feet. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs.
"What's the matter grandpa? Is that all ya got?" She regained her fighting stance as Gonzo stared at her from the corner.
ONE WEEK AGO
"So.." She said quizzing her dead beat of a friend who was busy playing video games. "You thought about it?"
"About what Jess?" her friend barely seemed to look at her. In front of her eyes were a vastly more interesting array of pixels and fantasy characters she would rather deal with. She knew where this was going.
"Krissy...we talked about this" Jess crossed her arms in front of her chest. Her shapely, thin body was decked out in a casual T-shirt and shorts. Her blonde hair unkept and held together by chopsticks.
Krissy took a irritated gulp of air as she kept her controller down. She was nude on the couch, her fit, muscular body the result of her genes. Her toned legs were spread out over the table in front of her, her rock hard six pack abs drenched in sweat that glistened when the light hit them just tight. She threw up her muscular arms above her head, the back of her palms resting gently on top of her short red hair. Her green eyes peered at Jess, while her beautiful, full breasts heaved in unison with her breath.
"C'mon Jess..I am not going to put out for some weirdo on an internet forum!" Krissy's face threw an expression of disgust Jess' way but the blonde was having none of it.
"No Krissy, not some weirdo on an Internet forum. We are talking about a bona fide mixed wrestling star here and he is paying you good money to fight!" Jess threw a stern look of benevolence right back at her.
"You mean has-been. The guy hasn't wrestled in ages and besides why are you so eager to sell my ass out? What if he turns out to be some creep who just wants to get laid!"
"C'mon Krissy! this again? We have been over this! Okay first of all, he is not just some creep and second you are a freaking immortal Amazon who fights monsters, this is just some guy who runs a video company and wants to find out if you would be interested in doing some videos"
"Exactly! What if he finds out I am a superhero on the side! I mean can't I get a break? I protect this city for god sakes, you would think that would be enough!"
Jess had finally had it. She took her friend by her arm over to one of the cupboards. Various bits of paper flew out and collected like unkept garbage on the floor when Jess opened it. They were all bills.
"And these are just the electricity bills, you want to see how long our rent is overdue?"
Krissy sighed and looked away from Jess making sure not to make eye contact. Being a superhero wasn't paying the bills and she knew it.
"Look Krissy..." Jess sounded a little calmer now. "You know I appreciate what you do, heck this town wouldn't be around if it weren't for you but we gotta make ends meet here or we are out on the streets, you get me?"
Krissy knew her friend was right. "Fine! Just tell me where to go!"
She sighed as Jess hugged her.
THE PRESENT DAY
The Great Gonzo and Krissy circled each other again. He moved fast and caught both her arms in a double overhook. His large arms wrapped around hers close to her arm-sockets, coiling around the junction between her chest and upper extremity.
She felt his breath on her neck and found her body flung over the top of his head and onto the mat, her back hitting the ring hard knocking the wind out of her. After executing a perfect double overhook suplex, he did not let her arms free and instead flung his body backwards through the air and landed on her stomach, both his knees striking her chiseled torso hard.
She flinched and grunted in pain as her head sprang forward. Still not releasing the underhook, he brought Krissy to her feet and transitioned into a bearhug. His arms locked around her waist, he lifted her up cleanly off her feet and began applying pressure.
Krissy's head cocked back in pain as she clenched her pearly white teeth, her eyes closed and her cheeks forming dimples again. Thinking fast she bought both her elbows down on the sides of Gonzo's neck. He staggered back and released the hold.
Krissy landed on her knees and clenched her back while the Gonzo staggered back on to the ropes. She barely got to her feet when his large arms met her chest. Gonzo had run forward from the ropes and struck her in the chest by extending his arm straight out and hitting her so hard that Krissy's body flipped a complete circle in the air before her back hit the mat hard.
With all the wind driven from her lungs, her nude body lay spread eagle on the mat staring wide-eyed towards the ceiling. Gonzo picked her up by her short red hair and kneed her hard in the crotch. On her knees and holding on to her snatch, Gonzo draped Krissy's neck on the second rope and pressed his knee to the back of her neck using both his arms to hold on to the top rope for support.
Krissy coughed as Gonzo poured pressure on her larynx. Using her upper body strength, she pushed the big man off her. He stumbled backwards, allowing her a moment to regain her composure and get to her feet as her back rested against the top rope.
As Gonzo rushed toward her, Krissy waited till the last minute before ducking and bending the top rope downward. He hit nothing but air as Gonzo flew out of the ring and landed on the concrete floor below in a heap.
Clenching the top rope with both her hands, she launched herself over the ropes and crashed into his body. Gonzo felt Krissy's elbow land on his chest. His eyes went wide and his mouth opened to take in a large gulp of air as he screamed in pain.
Both combatants lay on the ground with their backs to the floor breathing hard. Krissy stirred first and sat up, shaking the cobwebs loose from her head. She slowly got to her feet. Looking at the metal railing in front of them she smiled and grabbed Gonzo's lucha mask to drag him to his feet. Gonzo bent over as a knee collided with his abs and Krissy grabbed him by the back of his neck.
She sent him careening into the unforgiving steel of the railing headfirst and laughed as the top of his head struck the barrier with enough force to bend it at the point of impact. Gonzo was on all fours, his head pointing down and breathing hard. Krissy looked around for a weapon to use and gazed at the steel steps with malicious intent.
She bought it down hard on his back as Gonzo screamed in pain and writhed around on the floor.
Krissy picked up the steel steps over the top of her head with an evil grin and selected a target on Gonzo's body. She zeroed in on his ribs but at the very last moment he bought his knees up to his chest, the tip of the first step hit the bottom soles of his hard boots instead.
The back of the steel steps were hollow and the unforgiving sharp steel cut a gash open on Krissy's forehead as Gonzo sent it careening into her beautiful face. Blood poured from the cut and she collapsed on the floor holding on to her forehead. Gonzo stirred slowly, still dazed from the brutal blow on his back. He slowly got to his feet and looked at Krissy on the floor laid out on her back.
Smiling, The Great Gozno stomped her stomach hard with his large boots. Krissy's face was crimson with blood that poured from her cut, her head arched up and down in rhythm with Gonzo's brutal stomps. Satisfied with his little outburst, he grabbed Krissy's short red hair and got her to his feet. He wrapped his large hands around her and picked her up by the waist. Picking up a little speed, he ran into the steel ringpost. Krissy's head titled up as her back collided against the cold steel. "Unfh!!" She grunted through gritted teeth as pain shot through her back.
Gonzo let her go and she slid down to the base of the ringpost, still dazed and in a sitting position with her arms limp by her side, breathing hard. Krissy felt Gonzo's knee impact under her chin snapping her head up, a spray of blood escaping her mouth painting her teeth red. She held on to her chin and collapsed on the floor, writhing in pain.
Gonzo flipped her over to do more damage but was met with a defiant kick that landed on his jaw. It sent him reeling backward, slumping over backfirst on the metal railing. Krissy grabbed the apron with her hands and used it for support to get up to her feet. She ran forward and jumped, bringing her right leg up to her chest as she flew through the air. At the last minute, she extended her leg, the sole of her black shoes crashing into Gonzo's nose.
Gonzo's body flipped over and landed awkwardly on the chairs behind the railing. Krissy had collapsed to the floor, spread out on the concrete.
ONE WEEK AGO
Packed like meat in a can, Krissy found herself surrounded by men in a small bus barely an inch taller than her 5"11 frame. The bus overflowed with people and she was caught in the middle, open to their misgivings. She felt hands feel up every part of her beautiful body. Angered she started throwing random body blows that connected with anyone within her vicinity.
"Uh-oh!" She exclaimed as Krissy felt the men descend upon her from all sides.
"What's going on back there?" The bus driver yelled as he struggled to control the vehicle's trajectory in the ensuing chaos.
"Where is she?" said one of the hotel staff to another, as they stood outside the Morrison's hotel. "Beats me!" said the other. The small two-floor hotel had seen better days. The once white building had turned yellow and large cracks had appeared on the cement walls, years of water seepage had damaged them. The large neon sign that adorned the side of the building alternated between spelling the name 'Morrison's' and 'Morons' as the malfunctioning LED's that lit up the letters 'ris' fluttered between life and death.
The two staffers stood in their hotel uniforms by the porch and even that had seen better days. The small town of Blackpool had once been full of life and the Aerosoft coliseum its lifeline. The violent intergender matches had been an tourist attraction before a plague hit the city and ravaged the male population. The women now outnumbered the men ten to one and in a small niche sport like intergender wrestling that statistic killed off the competition.
Eventually, lumbering old males were put in matches with younger, more fitter women and they wiped the floor with them. With no competition, the audience dwindled and soon it got to a point where the coliseum no longer bustled with life. Fake noise over the PA system replaced the audience and the facility was converted into an arena for niche intergender videos.
Remarkably the small audience that remained stayed extremely loyal to its heroes and would tune in to watch the matches being broadcast, making the arena just enough money to stay afloat.
"Finally! There is the bus!" said one staffer. The bus zigzagged on the road wildly as it headed toward the hotel.
"Uh...You may want to stand back!" Yelled the other staffer as they rushed back into the porch that housed the main door.
The bus careened to a stop in front of the hotel. After a few moments, the door on the small van opened and Krissy was tossed out like a bag of potatoes, dumped on her ass.
"And stay out!" the driver yelled as the bus rushed away. Her suitcase was tossed beside her.
Krissy got up and dusted off her clothes or what was left of them. Her full sleeved casual shirt had its sleeves torn off and her full length plain white shirt was now just a crop top, with just enough fabric left to hide her nipples.
Her jeans were torn too, wayward threads dangling over her firm ass as the only thing left was a small patch of cloth covering her privates. Her short-red hair had been ruffled and she flipped the bus a finger with anger coursing through her emerald green eyes.
"Are people around here always this friendly?" She asked one of the staff as the two men hurried to collect her luggage.
"I apologize on their behalf mam! The ruffians won't know a good thing if it smacked 'em on the ass!" Krissy noticed the young man's pale white skin and skinny frame. He had freckles on his face and large over-sized glasses covered his small beady black eyes.
"Julian!," The other man called out to him. "HURRY UP! WILL YOU? We got other guests besides some tough fighter wannabes"
"Sheesh!" Krissy thought out aloud. "People don't like me here do they?"
"It's not that...Miss Irons...It's just that we haven't seen really seen one of our heroes win in a long time" Julian replied.
"That man that just spoke to you was my father. He grew up in a world where men and women tangled in great battles, where skill decided who came out on top" Krissy felt sorry to see Julian lugging her large suitcase by himself.
"Both men and women were heroes in the town but ever since the plague, men aren't born anymore or the ones that are..." He said while pointing to his body and shrugging "are like me!"
"This place was a tourist attraction once, calling out to fighters and fans alike. Now all that's left is an empty arena and a few old men" Julian pointed at the pictures hanging on the walls of the hotel as they made their way to Krissy's room. She also noticed small figurines of wrestlers decorated on the reception table, El-Loco Gonzo one of them read.
A brief tinge of sadness appeared and disappeared just as quickly in Krissy's heart as she heard Julian's father call out to him. "GET DOWN HERE! YOU WEAKLING!" the voice boomed from the lobby.
"What an asshole!" Krissy muttered to herself as she saw young Julian rush down to the source of the voice.
Shrugging her shoulders, she turned around and headed towards her room, only to notice that the there was no handle. Worse, it looked like it had been ripped completely off the wooden framework, leaving a gaping hole where the lock was supposed to be.
"Great!," Krissy thought to herself. "I haven't been here five minutes and someone's already broken in. This just keeps getting better and better"
She carefully swung the door open and light from the hallway flooded into the small room. Just to the left of the entrance was the bathroom and thankfully it looked like that door was still intact. She waltzed in slowly and flicked the light switch up two or three times.
"No Dice!," She muttered "Don't why I was expecting that to work!"
Suddenly she felt a large bicep coil around her throat from behind. Her hands instinctively shot up and worked to pry the hold loose. Krissy felt her attacker's second arm wrap around her waist, his fingers digging into her abs for a brutal stomach claw.
She shot her body weight right and turned around planking her attacker to the wall behind them. Krissy heard him wince in pain, releasing his hold and she attacked with two stiff elbows to his stomach, audibly winding him. She turned around to see a large seven foot tall man in front of her, he wore a plain red shirt matched with black formal pants and a leather belt around his waist. His long grey hair had been tied in a neat ponytail behind him.
His face had wrinkles all over and she guessed his age to be around 65. Krissy shot her arms forward, her palms clenched in a fist aimed at his face. The man blocked the punch at the last second by catching the fist and delivered one of his own deep in her clit. Krissy went down to her knees clutching her womanhood.
Her head sprang back as the man's knee collided just under her chin. He grabbed her bright red hair and bought her to her feet.
"Not another loss! Not this time!" The man screamed as he unleashed a wild torrent of strikes on her face and belly. Krissy blocked most of them but the ones that got through stung like hell leaving her winded. The man attempted a kick aimed at her left cheek but Krissy blocked it with her forearm and buried the sole of her shoes deep in his family jewels.
"Why you little..." She screamed as Krissy mounted him, sending down hard blows to his face. The man covered up and showing great athleticism wrapped his feet around her neck from behind Krissy's back. With great strength he lifted her up and bought the top of her head crashing to the floor.
In the small hallway, Krissy's body hung against the wall face-first in a crude handstand. Her attacker kipped up to his feet and sent his hard leather shoes crashing into the small of her back sending her crashing through the wall on the other side.
He followed her in and targeted the side of her head with his shoes but Krissy caught his leg and spun him around, his body cartwheeling before it landed with a sick thud. She immediately got up and the stomped the side of the man's head, her shoes cutting open a wound on the side of his forehead. She grabbed him by his ponytail and sent him flying to the other side again through the hole in the wall.
She followed but was caught unaware by a shoulder tackle that lifted her off her feet. The man ran with her in tow. Krissy's back smashed through one wall and then the second before finally coming to stop as her tailbone smashed against a sink in the bathroom two rooms away from they started the fight.
She winced and threw her head up in pain. The man without breaking his grip around her torso picked her up and smashed her backfirst inside the nearby bathtub with him on top of her. Defenseless and winded, Krissy felt punch after punch connect on her face. The first one bloodied her nose, the second left a large fist shaped bruise on her left eye and the third cut a small gash open to the side of her lips.
She blocked the fourth punch and responded with one of her own, bloodying his nose this time. Her second punch under his chin caused the man's body to spring out and land back first on the bathroom floor. Krissy got out of the tub and jumped on top of him landing violent blows on his face and bloodying him.
"STOP!" he screamed as Krissy stopped her punch just short of his face. "Please...stop!" She could hear him crying.
Some time later the old man sat on the couch in Krissy's room. "My name is Juan de la Garcia" He said as Krissy bandaged the wounds on his face. Juan noticed that there wasn't a scratch on her, Krissy's injuries were already healed.
"So now girls can heal too huh?" He said as a stupid smile flashed across his face.
Krissy didn't know how to respond but was desperate to keep her superhero lifestyle under wraps. "No...no they don't! I mean only I do!, something unique to me I'm afraid" she said smiling.
"Knowing this town, the air here has already found a way to use that against us!" He said in a somber tone.
"I highly doubt that!" She retorted with a soft smile. "Now Juan, why did you attack me?"
"Why else? I figured that it maybe a way to slow you down a little before tomorrow's match. Give The Great Gonzo one chance of victory" His voice was tinged with sadness. "You see Mrs. Irons people laugh at us ex-wrestlers getting bodied by women younger than us"
"Juan de la Garcia - The blackmass! I thought your name sounded familiar. I've read about you, the most feared intergender wrestler during your time" Krissy beamed.
"That was a long time ago, young one! As you could tell by our little meeting it takes little more than air to beat me now" Juan sighed, tears flowing through his eyes. Krissy felt sorry enough for the old man to tell him who she was but bit her tongue and remained quiet instead. If this alternate lifestyle was going to be successful, it would be best to keep her career as superhero under wraps.
"Please Miss Irons, can I make a small request? One that I make to every woman wrestler that comes to this part of town" He was almost pleading with her.
"What is it?" She said.
"Loose the match tomorrow and take a savage beating doing it!"
Krissy was taken aback at his request. "Why would I do that Juan? Would you throw away a match if someone told you too?"
"If it meant it was for the greater good, then yes" He said.
"And what greater good would that be?" Krissy inquired genuinely puzzled at what was transpiring before her.
"There hasn't been a single male victory in close to 10 years. Men have been ravaged by a plague and worse, they have given up hope. They have started to believe there is no good that can come of this town. This place used to house the best of the best, now it's a placeholder for long-forgotten photos and figurines. Your defeat in tomorrows match would mean much to this town, maybe I can convince other women to loose to. God knows, I have been trying! The men deserve a chance Miss Irons and your defeat can open the doors to that future"
Krissy didn't know quite what to make of the situation but she had seen Julian's plight with her own eyes. She had seen the anger seething inside the males of this society, treated as second rate garbage. She wasn't sure what she should do.
"I'll think about it. I won't promise anything Juan BUT i will think about it!" She said carefully choosing her words.
"Come on Miss Irons, you know you can take it! You even heal twice as fast as the rest of us. Please won't you consider?" Juan pleaded.
Krissy lay a soft hand on his shoulder and kissed him on the cheek. "Like I said Juan, I will think about it!"
PRESENT DAY
Gonzo's body slowly stirred from beneath the house of chairs that had collapsed on him. He grabbed the metal railing for support and couldn't see Krissy anywhere.
"Looking for me?" A voice behind him murmured and he turned around only to find a chair headed towards him. Krissy smacked his head with a sadistic chair shot that almost broke his skull in half. Gonzo's body flew over the metal railing and landed upside down on his head, his legs bending backwards over his head. He stayed in that position for a few seconds before dropping like a sack to his sides.
Krissy wasn't in great shape herself, the gash on her forehead oozed blood and now painted her entire face crimson red to match her hair. Some of the blood ran down her neck and on to her breasts. Annoyed, Krissy stomped Gonzo's sides hard before picking him up by his mask and throwing him into the ring, rolling him under the bottom rope.
She covered him from a quick pin and slammed her palms down on to the mat. "1...2...." Before she could get to three, Gonzo kicked out. Seething with anger, she picked up and squeezed his head in between her thighs. Wrapping her shapely arms across his torso, Krissy lifted him up and seated him on her shoulders and bought his body down to the mat back-first for a sadistic powerbomb.
Winded, Krissy slowly staggered backward on the ropes holding on to them for support. Seeing the Gonzo laid out spread eagle on the mat, she smirked and looked around for a new toy to use against him. Seeing a table close to the ring on the opposite side, she ventured out by climbing under the top rope and placing the table close to the apron.
Krissy rolled back in and stuck the Gonzo's face between her thighs once again, lifting him up to her shoulders. She walked toward the end of the ring where the table was laid out and wanted to send him over the top rope, back-first on to the table.
Unfortunately, she had given him too much time to recover. Thinking fast, Gonzo bought both his thighs closer together and locked her in a standing headscissors while sitting on her shoulders. With his free hands, he began hammering his fists into the open gash on her forehead bringing her down to one knee at first before the second.
He let go of the hold and immediately ran towards the ropes, rebounding off them as he jumped in the air and landed a drop kick right in the middle of her chest while she was on her knees. Krissy went down in a heap, writhing on the ground holding on to her breasts.
The Great Gonzo bought Krissy to her feet again and ran into the ropes one more time. Krissy wasn't as winded as he thought though. She ducked under his clothesline and while he ran past her unleashed a sinister kick to the back of his head.
Gonzo went down like a rock, completely limp and passed out face first on the mat. Krissy couldn't capitalize though as she went down in a heap still winded from the blow to her chest. After a few moments, both fighters began to stir and crawled to the corner nearest to them.
They grabbed on to the ropes and lifted themselves up. For a split second, their backs were turned to each other and Gonzo reached for something in his briefs. It was a small vial with a sticker on it that read 'Second Wind'. He gulped it down and threw away the vial.
Both fighters rested with their backs on the turnbuckles, their bloody and sweaty bodies glistening under the harsh lights of the arena. Krissy and Gonzo made eye contact and smiled at each other with mutual respect, slowly making their way to the center of the ring.
ONE WEEK AGO
Juan and Krissy hugged each other warmly and he took his leave. When he was almost to the door, Krissy called out to him.
"Juan wait!" She said as he turned around "Suppose I play along and get a beating, how are you going to convince Gonzo that his opponent will loose willingly? I am sure he won't accept that"
"Neither should he" Juan retorted "A warrior of his stature would find it shameful that he won not by his own strength, which is why I am going to give him this"
He produced a small vial from his pockets. The sticker on it read 'Second Wind'. He handed it to Krissy who looked it over and studied it. "What's in this thing?" Krissy asked confused.
"Hope...Miss Irons, Hope!" He said calmly "In that vial is nothing but water, the very same that we drink in the town but what it represents is hope!"
"Let me guess...You are going to tell him..."
"I am going to tell him just what he needs to hear!" Juan said with a small smile. "The rest...will be up to you!"
Krissy smiled. She had heard all that she needed to hear. "All right Juan, I am in!" She said as she stood there with her arms crossed across her chest.
Juan jumped in her arms like a small boy and planted kisses all over her face. "Thank you Miss Irons...you don't know how much this means to us!"
Putting him down, she shook his hand. "Please call me Krissy! All my friends do!"
In the morning, Krissy packed her wrestling gear and proceeded for the arena. In the lobby, she saw Julian and his dad, his father was still screaming at him for being a weakling.
"Hey Julian!" She said to the young kid "Believe in your heroes! They won't let you down!"
PRESENT DAY
Krissy and Gonzo circled each other cautiously looking for an opening. After both of them had feigned attacks and reversed each others holds, Gonzo stood firm in the ring and motioned for a test of strength. Krissy accepted and her fingers interlocked with his, their arms outstretched over their heads.
Slowly Krissy's knees buckled as she went down on them. Gonzo let out a laugh and slowly maneuvered her hands down rotating them so her palms faced upward with their fingers still locked. She let out cries of pain and shook her head in disbelief grunting against Gonzo bending her fingers unnaturally.
He let go and kicked her hard on the side of her head flooring her as slumped over limp, to one side. Her eyes were closed and mouth exhaled gulps of air when Gonzo yanked Krissy to her feet by her hair. He locked her head between his thighs and lifted her up to a sitting position on his shoulders.
Krissy's body went through a table next to the apron as she was thrown over the top rope by Gonzo. She landed with a sick thud on the concrete and gritted her teeth hard in pain. She arched her back upwards, her arms bent at the elbows and her palms making a fist as she let out a cry of pain.
Gonzo jumped down through the second rope and surveyed his surroundings. Thinking fast, he picked her up and locked her head between his thighs again, lifting her body to a seated position on his shoulders once more. He powerbombed her on the top of the metal barrier, Krissy's back bending the railing in half from the middle.
She lay there motionless and panting hard with her body bent out of shape on top of the railing. Gonzo stood with her back turned to her body and bent down draping her feet on his shoulders. Krissy felt the back of Gonzo's mask rub against her vagina as she felt herself sitting on his shoulders once again.
Showing great strength, he threw her straight up and while she was coming down ass first to the floor, he grabbed her waist and changed her trajectory watching her crash chest first into the steel steps. Krissy lay limp on the steel steps, possibly out cold before being bought back to consciousness with a rough fist to her pussy. She grabbed her womanhood and rolled down from the steps and on to the concrete.
Gonzo grabbed her limp arms with one of his and bought Krissy to her feet. He wrapped his huge biceps around her waist with one arm and positioned the other just below her buttocks. He picked her up to his shoulders till her back draped over it and spread her legs.
Gonzo sent her crotch first into the steel ringpost and watched as she collided and fell to the floor, writhing and squirming in pain. Ignoring her for a while, he cleared a path to a row of closely packed chairs by removing the metal barriers in front of them. Picking her up, he sent Krissy running into the chairs and watched as her body tossed and turned hitting every chair on her way to the floor.
He grabbed one of the chairs and folded it up. Krissy barely got to her feet when she felt a hard chair shot collide with her face launching her in the air until she landed back first on to hard concrete. Krissy squirmed holding onto her face, writhing around on the floor.
Gonzo laid her out with another chair shot on her back when she got to her knees, the echo of ugly impact reverberating through the arena.
"Aaaaaah!" She screamed as Krissy collapsed face first on the floor. Dragging her by her short red hair, he led her back to the ring. Krissy followed groggily, her feet uncoordinated by the beating she had taken. She felt herself being rolled into the ring. Gonzo followed quickly and rolled her up for a quick pin. "1...2..." Krissy kicked out before the count got to three.
Frustrated he sent her crashing backfirst into the turnbuckle. He spread her legs on either side of the second rope and locked her arms over and under the top rope. Gonzo sent down hard chops to her tits, each sickening blow reddening her skin a little more. He bit on her nipples hard before sending knee after knee into her crotch.
Krissy teared up from the pain as she felt her pussy being ripped apart. Stopping momentarily, Gonzo rolled under the bottom rope and searched for something under the apron. Seconds later, he emerged with kendo stick in hand and a sadistic smile on his face.
Every part of Krissy's body received stiff punishment from the stick as she was stuck there on the turnbuckles. She felt the unforgiving wood crash into her stomach, chest, and her face as she screamed on the top of her lungs from the pain.
He grabbed her hair and sent her crashing face first into the mat. He quickly rolled her over and hooked her leg for a pin. "1....2........." and she kicked out again before the three count. Amazed at her durability, Gonzo bought her unsteady frame to her feet. He took her outside and stood her up on the apron. He picked her up by her torso upside down till her feet pointed toward his face.
He jumped off the apron on to the concrete floor and Krissy's body jumped up from the impact as the piledriver connected on the top of her head. She lay motionless, her head tilted to one side and breathing hard. He grabbed her and threw her back in the ring and tried another pin. "1....2...." another kickout before three.
Annoyed, he grabbed her by the hair and sent her forehead smack against the top turnbuckle in the corner. He connected with two hard knees to her lower back before dropping to his knees with his back turned to her and bending over and draping her back over his. He locked his hands under her armpits and lifted her up in a cross position over his shoulders, Krissy's ass rubbing against the back of his head.
After a few calculations, he ran forward and dropped to his knees releasing Krissy over his head as she flew over like an arrow shot from a bow. She sailed over the metal barriers in place for the audience before finally landing in a cluster of hard steel chairs.
Pain knew no bounds for her as Krissy lay there on her back with several chairs collapsing and falling on top of her. One of them finally fell on her face blocking out her vision.
After a few agonizing moments, Gonzo finally lifted her out from underneath the mess of chairs. He got Krissy to her feet and punched her hard on the nose, releasing a spray of blood from her nostrils. He followed up with a hard gut punch that doubled her over. Grabbing a handful of her crotch from behind with one arm and grabbing her hair with another, he lifted her up clean over his head.
He threw her to his waiting knee for a brutal back breaker and rolled her off him to the floor. Krissy felt Gonzo stomp her back hard, his large boots leaving their imprints, reddening her skin. He got Krissy to her feet again, once more doubling her over with a punch to the stomach. He grabbed her in a headlock with one of his arms, her face staring at the ground. With his other he grabbed and squeezed her snatch again before picking her up and sending her torso into one of the metal barriers.
She lay there bent over in half as she hung torso first on the cold metal, her arms and legs limp. Her eyes closed as breathed through her mouth. Gonzo landed a savage double axe handle blow to her back that dislodged her and sent her backfirst onto the concrete.
He dragged her back in the ring, rolling her in under the bottom rope. Gonzo went for a pin but shockingly, Krissy reversed it somehow, rolling him up in a small package. "1....2....." Gonzo kicked out in the nick of time before the count reached three. Letting out an angry scream, he picked her up and delivered a devastating piledriver. He repeated the dose again before closing out the trilogy of moves with a power bomb.
He rolled on top of her and hooked her leg. "1....2....3!" Gonzo couldn't believe it.
Tears rolled down his eyes as Gonzo's music hit the PA system filling the arena. He fell to his knees and raised his arms in celebration. All over Blackpool, men celebrated with enthusiasm and Julian's dad hugged him for the first time since he was born.
The Great Gonzo had won and he celebrated like a madman in the ring. Behind him, Krissy Irons had slowly started to stir and got to a seated position before she saw Gonzo extend his arm towards her. They looked at each other intently for a while before her arms met his and he helped Krissy up to her feet.
"Good match girlie!" He said as she shook his arm.
"You too Grandpa!" Krissy retorted with a smile. She made her way out of the ring through the second rope and walked down the aisle towards the locker rooms. When she exited the arena dressed in a casual T-shirt and jeans, she met Juan there.
"Thank you for giving this old man some hope!" He cried as Krissy shook his hand and kissed him on the cheek softly. Her injuries had all but healed as she made her way back home, the sun setting on the long road ahead of her.
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