Original Wrestling Fiction - Kherington Campbell's Amazon Challenge (with art!) (1 Viewer)

[TheCrimsonRisk]

After the recent destruction of my wrestling OC Rina Hartling, I thought it's only fair if my OC Kherington Campbell faced a similarly daunting challenge. Surely, she'll fare better (she certainly can't do worse!)

A four-part series.

Art by ColorVirus.

Kherington Campbell’s Amazon Challenge

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Squeezed​

*SCCCRRRNCHH*

*CRRRRNNNCHHHH*

AAAHH!

The sickening sound of Kherington’s tender body being crushed in a bearhug filled the ears of the audience, who grew concerned for the girl’s safety. Red’s merciless muscles were feared for good reason and when she wrapped someone up, it usually meant it was a wrap for her unfortunate victim.

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Kherington couldn’t hide the pain she was in. She was absolutely wailing and crying out as Red made the hug tighter and tighter and tighter. The execution of the maneuver was masterful. Red would bend forward to focus on Kherington’s lower back, making the British battler feel like she was going to be broken in two, then she would readjust her grip so that her arms were crossed right over the centre of Kherington’s body, causing the girl’s spine to pop.

Every time Red flexed, Kherington’s lower half kicked up behind her, giving everyone an upskirt shot – an all too frequent sight in her matches. She struggled to no avail as her arms were secured snugly, her squirming only increasing Red’s pleasure.

Was this just another brutal loss for Kherington? How had the match gone downhill so quickly?

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“Wow, what a cool note!”

Kherington Campbell beamed as she looked over the surprise that had been left in the locker room. It was a large, heart-shaped card, bedazzled with tiny, colourful, plastic gems that surrounded what looked to be a dozen signatures from fans. There were other charming details, like Kherington’s trademark black and green Union Jack and some song lyrics from her favourite bands. The whole thing just made her feel warm inside.

FOR KHERINGTON, THE MOST BADASS AND BEAUTIFUL WRESTLER IN THE WORLD – KHERI’S CLUB <3 <3 <3

The sign-off made Kherington chuckle. She was used to getting messages from fans, but a lot of them were from creeps sliding into her DMs and the only reaction those typically drew from her was a quick tap of the “block” button. Getting a handcrafted note in this day and age? Kherington was over the moon.

“OK, tonight, I know what I’m fighting for,” Kherington said, psyching herself up in the mirror. “Win it for them, Kheri!”

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Kheri’s Club made it easy for their heroine to find them as they immediately caught her attention with the black and green scrunchies they waved around on their wrists from the front row. The group was comprised entirely of girls, ranging from pre-teens to women close to Kherington’s age. If their custom accessory wasn’t enough to make their presence known, their excited shouting made them impossible to miss.

“Kheri! Kheri! Over here!”

“We love you, Kheri! Go get her!”

“Kherington’s the best, woooooo!”

It was all a little embarrassing. Kherington made sure to give her cheering section extra attention as she jogged down to the ring. She hugged and high-fived and took a couple of selfies with Kheri’s Club, much to the chagrin of her opponent waiting in the ring, the imposing Amazon Red.

“I gotta go teach this overgrown Tarzanette wannabe a lesson, but afterwards, ice cream sundaes on me, girls!”

Kherington’s offer sent her fan section into a frenzy and she gave them a wink as she slid under the ropes to take on her foe.

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Red might have blown Kherington away in a bodybuilding contest, but this was a fight. And if there’s one thing Kherington was good at, it was fighting.

Kherington’s skirt danced elegantly around her as she used her speed and guile to befuddle the leopard-print clad wrestler. She stung Red’s thighs with leg kicks, had her scrambling to get up off of the mat with arm drags, and nearly caught her with a flying knee that could have knocked Red for a loop. It definitely felt like Kherington was benefiting from the added motivation provided by her fans.

Rolling out of the ring to take a powder, Red noticed the connection between Kheri’s Club and their idol. She marched over to the excited group and snarled. Some of them jumped back in fear, but one blew a raspberry at her. Red responded by taking her sign and shredding it into pieces. When another club member tried to intervene, Red snatched her scrunchie off of her wrist and chomped down on it like a rabid pitbull.

“Waaaaaaaaaah! Kheri, HELP!!!”

Kherington sprang into action, moving the ref out of her way and exiting the ring to go after Red. It was exactly what Red wanted.

Pretending that she didn’t know Kherington was coming, Red reacted at the last second, throwing an elbow back that caught Kherington’s jaw, and then turning to tackle her spine-first into the hard edge of the ring. The crafty attack caused Kherington’s legs to go numb for a few seconds, making it easy for Red to follow up by whipping her into the steel guardrail, again bruising Kherington’s back.

Red snatched the winded Kherington by the hair and glared at her with wicked intent.

“Awwww, does your widdle back hurt? I want to hear you scream, Kherington.”

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AAAHH!

Another pump of Red’s iron biceps had Kherington on the verge of begging to be let go. She bit her lip to stop from submitting, knowing full well that she was only prolonging her own torture. There didn’t seem to be any way out of the monstrous bearhug.

Red cackled as she rearranged Kherington’s ribs and spine simultaneously. There was something about the way the Brit suffered that made her the perfect bearhug victim. Somehow, Red managed to coil her arms even tighter. Kherington’s bones groaned and it sounded like she would reach her breaking point at any second.

Not that Red wanted this to end.

“Mhm…you’re fun to squeeze. Gonna take my time with you…”

 

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something so satisfying about a petite, lean-muscled fighter losing like this to a built, taller opponent. completely overpowered

 

[TheCrimsonRisk]

Part 2.

Brutalized​

WHAM

WHAM

WHAM

WHAM

WHAM

(art by ColorVirus)
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Every punch Amazon Red landed was a battering ram to Kherington’s toned abs. The brutal belly assault sent Kherington into a new world of pain, her exposed stomach an obvious target for her sadistic opponent. Not only that, Red was cranking on Kherington’s neck with a dragon sleeper that also bent the Brit over her knee.

“Have another one, Kheri,” Red said with a laugh. “And another one! And another one! And another one!”

She seemed determined to grind Kherington’s internal organs into a fine powder just using her knuckles. Were the area not so well-developed, Red might have accomplished that goal. As it was, she had to settle for the satisfaction of Kherington being rendered increasingly limp from the thunderous blows and the sad sight of the smaller girl’s eyes rolling back into her head.

Red paused for a moment before delivering another hammer blow that caused Kherington’s entire body to spasm. The referee moved in to examine the pummeled jobber, ready to call for the stoppage if Kherington continued to show no sign of resistance.

*****

The deep squeeze Red put on Kherington had left her nearly limp, but she wasn’t out of the fight just yet. Even as Red sunk the bearhug in further and further, Kherington was responsive. She lifted her arm and flexed her fingers when the referee checked on her. She screamed, but didn’t submit. Her resistance was faint, but it was there all the same.

Red growled, showing frustration for the first time since the start of the match. She’d broken dozens of girls before, why did Kherington think she was special? She should have been begging for release by now. As much fun as Red was having, she was still focused on getting the win.

“Enough. You’ve lost. Accept it.”

Red gave the bearhug another powerful pump, drawing a weak gurgle from Kherington.

“Nnnn… no…”

Just like that, Red’s arms finally relaxed and Kherington was allowed to drop to the mat. She hardly moved, just lying on her side with her limbs curled inwards to her body. Her breathing was loud and laboured as she desperately took in whatever air she could.

Red shook her arms loose and did a short march around the ring to antagonize the crowd and get some of her own wind back. When she returned to Kherington, the beaten Brit still hadn’t moved, so she helped her up by lifting her off the mat and blasting her with a suplex!

Another suplex followed and it looked like Red would make it a trio of slams before she instead dropped Kherington belly-first across the top rope! Kherington felt like she had been sliced by a chainsaw as the steel cable underneath tore into her. She was flung violently back towards the centre of the ring, her boots kicking against the mat in distress.

“Can’t… breathe…”

Red didn’t relent, reaching down to pick Kherington up and throw her over her shoulder before running towards a corner at full speed. Kherington was sandwiched between Red and the middle turnbuckle, her midsection simultaneously being speared and squashed. Her legs went limp and she would have collapsed to the mat if Red didn’t start driving her shoulder into Kherington’s stomach over and over again.

The referee moved in to break up the brutal corner work, but not before Red impaled Kherington with one more shoulder charge. Kherington was in a daze at this point and when her opponent backed off, she just stumbled out of the corner and dropped to her knees. She cradled her bare belly with both arms, feeling like her insides would spill out at any second.

“Should have just given up, Kherington. This next move… well, you’re going to wish you were back in my bearhug.”

Red knelt down behind Kherington and yanked her into a dragon sleeper, making sure to stretch her in a backbreaker at the same time. The nasty hold caused Kherington to moan once more, but Red wasn’t done there. She raised her hand up and dramatically balled it up into a fist, her eyes locked on to Kherington’s pretty belly.

*****

“HNNNNGGK”

“GUUUUUHHH”

“AAUUUGGH”

Red was right. The stomach-punching she was even worse than the bearhug and no less humiliating. Each body shot caused tremors to travel through Kherington and send her skirt flying upwards. It was like some sick game to Red, seeing if she could top herself with every punch.

*I can’t… I can’t take much more… of this…*

Her arms drooped at her sides. Her head lulled back. Her eyes dimmed. She was done.

“Fight, Kheri!”

“Don’t give up!”

It was the voices of Kheri’s Club, shouting and hollering and clapping, doing everything in their power to help their heroine in her time of need. Red sneered at them and continued to throw punches, daring them to cheer louder.

They met the challenge bravely, yelling their little lungs out for Kherington to fight back. They were giving it their all for their heroine. The problem was it didn’t look like she had much left to offer herself…

 

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Lesson is: don’t wear a costume with an ab window if you don’t want them to be targeted like that

 

[TheCrimsonRisk]

Lesson is: don’t wear a costume with an ab window if you don’t want them to be targeted like that

Wowwwww, blaming the victim!

 

[TheCrimsonRisk]

Part 3.

Inspired​

Kherington’s adrenaline-boost had her moving blindingly fast, but in her mind, everything was moving in slow motion.

Acting primarily on instinct, she bounded towards the ropes, springing up onto them with stunning grace. It only took her half a second to her heels on the top rope. She didn’t have any time to plan and even less time to think with Amazon Red rising.

Kherington waited for the perfect moment to launch her attack.

*****

The high-pitched voices of Kheri’s Club pierced through the miasma of suffering, just enough to dislodge doubt from the wrestler’s mind. Her gorgeous green eyes flickered and she twisted ever so slightly in Red’s clutches, showing that she was still in this. The referee leaned in to watch the action and Kherington pulled him in closer with a handful of his shirt to make sure he could hear her.

“I’m… not… finished… yet.”

Red made the mistake of getting distracted by Kherington’s spirited fans. Her dragon sleeper grip loosened slightly and she actually stopped hammering away to threaten her opponent’s cheer section.

“I’m gonna give one of you jerks a knock next!”

Kheri’s club only grew louder in response, putting a hundred percent effort into pestering Red, noticing that the back-and-forth had provided a respite for their heroine. They were inspired by Kherington and it was time to return the favour.

At first, all Kherington could do was aimlessly grab at Red’s head and hair, which was a minor annoyance. Red laughed at first, but could feel that Kherington was starting to wiggle free. She landed a couple more punches and Kherington responded with winging slaps that smacked loudly against Red’s cheek and chin. Enraged, Red fired back with another punch, abandoning any and all strategy.

Kherington stunned her with another slap, then surprised everyone by slipping a leg out from under herself and firing it upwards with incredible flexibility. Her shin clanged hard against Red’s head and just like that, the hold was broken.

She rolled away from Red and made it to the ropes, where she could pull herself up. Red was still reeling from the hard kick and Kherington counted the seconds as she recuperated from Red’s grueling offence. The angry amazon stepped towards her, but Kherington caught her with a side kick to the stomach and then an elbow to the chin. She rushed toward Red, avoiding a grapple as she ran to the other side of the ring and returned with a flying shoulder smash that put Red on her backside.

Red sprang back up, only to be caught with another elbow that knocked her over. Kherington was flowing without thinking, keeping red reeling with a variety of swift strikes. More people in the crowd joined Kheri’s Club in a roar of support, building to a crescendo as Kherington gathered momentum for a high-risk attack that could completely change the complexion of the contest.

*****

*Here goes nothing.*

It was a move Kherington had thought about before, but never considered actually executing. Even in practice, her high-flying moves were usually relegated to body splashes and elbows, nothing elaborate. But she knew she’d have to go big to really put Red on the ropes.

She springboarded from the side of the ring and flew at the perfect angle to strike at her opponent. Kherington kept her body coiled up tightly before swinging her legs in an upward motion, catching Red right on the chin with both of her feet. It was an unorthodox and unbelievably potent strike that sent Red stumbling backwards. The impact didn’t just put her on the ropes, it sent her tumbling through them and out of the ring!

(art by ColorVirus)​

After all that, Kherington even stuck the landing, coming to a crouch on the mat with one knee bent and the other at full extension to her side. She surprised herself at how effective the move was and might not have believed she pulled it off were it not for a chant celebrating the moment.

“GO KHERINGTON GO!!!”

 

[TheCrimsonRisk]

Part 4.

Triumphant
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Beads of sweat streamed down her face. Her glutes were burning. Her torso ached from the horrible punishment it had endured.

Still, no matter what, Kherington knew that she could not let go.

*****

“Just… just stay down,” Kherington said after landing another hard kick to the chest that sent Red tumbling into the corner. The British wrestler had put on a thrilling rally, her effort driving her fans further into a frenzy. The back-and-forth exchange was almost symbiotic and Kherington fed off of it. She felt like she could beat ten women at once.

Red growled as she slumped in the corner, gripping the ropes to keep from sliding down. She was angry and frustrated, but also astonished by Kherington’s comeback. Her knuckles were still sore from pounding the girl’s belly, it was inconceivable that Kherington herself was in any shape to continue.

A running knee followed. Kherington charged across the ring and planted a foot on the middle rope beside Red to get maximum height and deliver the strike right to Red’s jaw. The satisfying smack drew another pop from the crowd. Kherington snatched a handful of ginger hair and walked the stunned amazon to the centre of the ring, then dropped her hard on her back with a textbook Russian leg sweep before floating over perfectly into a pin cover.

“1… 2…!” The referee barely managed a two-count before Red raised a shoulder up. She was wounded, but not finished.

*Geez, I guess she can dish it out and take it.*

Kherington grabbed an arm and a leg and dragged Red back towards a corner. Every muscle in her body strained to move the larger woman, but she still mustered up a weak smile in the direction of the Kheri’s Club girls, who responded with ear-to-ear grins and boisterous applause. Their support helped her to push through the pain.

Hopping up swiftly onto the middle turnbuckle, Kherington took a breath and sized up her target. She leaped from the corner and kicked forward, straightening to land a devastating leg drop! Her hand snatched Red’s heavy leg and hooked it as she used her own to cover Red’s shoulders.

“1… 2….. !” Another kickout. Closer this time.

What would it take? Kherington was running out of options. The time limit was approaching and the match could possibly end up as a draw. A moral victory, one that seemed out of reach for Kherington just minutes ago. Now, she’d come too far to settle for that.

“OK, Red, you won’t stay down. So let’s put you down.”

Resorting to her instincts once again, Kherington recalled a move she’d used to win a handful of scraps back in the day. It was a gimmicky schoolyard trick, one that was as flashy as it was effective. And right now it seemed like Kherington’s best chance to finish Red off.

Kherington pulled Red up to a seated position, then quickly turned and threw a leg up behind her and around the side of Red’s head. She snatched her own boot ankle, perfectly capturing Red’s chin in the bend of her knee, which caused her thigh to pinch one side of her opponent’s neck while her calf pressed against the other. Immediately, Red’s eyes widened as her air was restricted.

(art by ColorVirus)
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Already worn down, Red only fought briefly before her massive muscles started to relax. Her grunts became gurgles and her eyes went from flickering to closing in a matter of seconds. Even then, she struggled, clawing at Kherington’s leg straps and grabbing a handful of the British beauty’s butt. None of it deterred Kherington.

She kept the hold on tight until she heard Red loudly snoozing. The referee had seen enough and he called for the bell. It was official. Kherington won.

“YAY KHERI!” Kheri’s club cheered. “YOU DID IT!”

“That’s right! Never give up!!!” It was a corny sentiment, but felt right in the moment. Besides, her fans lived by those words and after what they’d done for her today, she wouldn’t disregard them.

The referee raised Kherington’s hand as the official result was announced and the medical team entered the ring to check on both wrestlers. She wanted to talk to her fans once the match was done, but soon she was being rushed to the back, her eye contact with Kheri’s Club broken by a cluster of overeager attendants and officials.

“Wait, just a second, hold on guys, let me just… gah!”

Before she knew it, Kherington was being ushered backstage to do post-fight interviews and medicals. She didn’t even know what she was saying as a mic was stuck in her face, she was delirious from the win (not to mention how stiff and sore she was once the adrenaline had worn off). The one clear thought that stuck in her mind was that she had to reach out to her fan club as soon as possible.

*****

“Can you believe it? Remember when she kicked her like this? And smashed her like that? She’s so amazing!”

“Kherington has to be the strongest wrestler ever. Has to be. That amazon was… was… five times her size and she squashed her like a bug!”

“YEAH!”

As the girls excitedly recapped the match, the shopkeeper could only shake his head in amusement. Their loud conversation drew the occasional glare from people in the store. The group happily shared a handful of snacks, which they’d purchased with what little cash they had left.

An older woman approached them at first looking like she might ask them to quiet down, but instead she patted one of the girls on the shoulder and pointed to the entrance. Everyone in the store stopped what they were doing as a bell above the door jingled and Kherington stepped through the door. A few people knew who she was, but even if they didn’t, her gorgeous face tended to catch the eye.

“Uh, hi everybody,” Kherington said sheepishly. She winced and massaged her side as she made her way over to her fans, whose collective mouths were agape. They rushed over to her as she knelt down to give them all hugs, ignoring the extreme discomfort this caused her. "You guys, I can't thank you enough for being so brave today. It’s not always easy to be strong. But I was a little stronger today because of you girls.

“Now, about those sundaes!”