Bella's Midnight Battle Royale
By The JobberKing (jobberking@yahoo.com)

After six months or so of living in Bangkok , Bella had developed a routine - teaching English to Japanese expat housewives Monday through Thursday, and wrestling in bars and private clubs in the evenings, Thursday through Saturday. Sunday was her only complete day off, and she would usually spend her free time either recuperating from her exertions on the mats or exploring the tiny sois (roads) that teemed with Bangkok 's everyday bustle, far removed from the sites that the ordinary tourist might visit.

To her surprise, Bella had actually become friends with a few of the Thai ladies who wrestled regularly. Bella knew that all of the Thais she wrestled had once been, and perhaps still were, go-go dancers who could be taken home by any patron paying a "bar fine" or masseuses where the customer expected a "happy ending" and never left without a smile on his face. But they didn't talk about their jobs away from the mats, and Bella saw no reason to raise the subject. After all, she knew full well that her livelihood was based on not on the audience's appreciation of an exhibition of fine wrestling skills, but instead on their desire to see nude or barely clad ladies pressing their bodies against one another on the mat, going until one submitted or was firmly pinned for a five count.

One of Bella's closest friends was Jahn, the unquestioned doyenne of the Bangkok wrestling scene. The small, light-skinned Thai woman was in her mid-thirties and had an excellent command of English. Bella enjoyed talking to Jahn, who soaked in Bella's accounts of her wrestling around the world, and was particularly interested in the Italian-American's stories about wrestling in Japan . Bella, however, didn't particularly enjoy wrestling Jahn. It wasn't that Bella couldn't beat Jahn in a one-on-one wrestling match; after all, Bella was 5'10" and Jahn was 5'3". It was that Jahn was a particularly crafty wrestler and had an almost innate ability to issue painful dirty holds. Bella had learned this the hard way, of course. It was during her first month in Bangkok that she first met up with Jahn when she took part in a six-girl Midnight Battle Royale at the Metropolitan Club on Sathorn Nua Road .

The 5'10" Italian-American figured she had a good a chance of earning the winner's bonus because the sponsor had dictated that, while he wanted a Battle Royale where at least two ladies would always be going at it, two-on-one action wouldn't be allowed. As was her custom before wrestling in a new venue, Bella checked out the mats that were laid out in the center of the private club's ballroom that was perched on the 40 th floor of a conglomerate's office tower. As the staff was setting up the two full bars, Bella couldn't help but admire the private club's plush appointments. Bella had wrestled in pretty much every kind of venue - from bars and nightclubs to private apartments on three continents - but she had to admit that she got a special thrill from plying her chosen trade in such a fine establishment. As she looked out the window, Bella felt that the club seemed to hover over Bangkok 's twinkling lights.

The wrestlers who had been gathered for the match were a pretty eclectic group - in addition to Bella there were three Thais, including Jahn, a tall Chinese wrestler who seemed to have very sturdy legs, and a well built Malay woman named Pudiah. Bella was proud of her appearance; she kept in shape and her C-cup breasts and full (some might say large) ass were still firm. Bella knew that the audience appreciated her looks, and she took her time to walk around the mats in her electric blue g-string as she was introduced. Although Bella had only been in Bangkok for a month, she recognized several members of the audience - certainly diehard fans of lady wrestling. A few of these gentlemen gave her silent nods of encouragement, leading Bella to think that they had bet on her to win. While Bella wouldn't engage in the sort of "extracurricular" activity that a personal sponsor might require, she had no objection to receiving the wrestler's traditional share of an appreciative bettor's winnings.

Pudiah was introduced last. She was dark-skinned, only two inches shorter than Bella, and had particularly large breasts, wide hips and an ass that rivaled the American's. Pudiah's black curly hair fell in luxurious curls around her shoulders, and there was no denying her considerable beauty as she moved with ease around the ring under the audience's devouring gaze. Some in the audience may have focused on her almond-shaped eyes, broad high cheekbones and full lips, but it is fair to say that most were captivated by the almost improbable heft and firmness of her freely swaying breasts. But perhaps the Malay's most striking feature were the dense pubic hairs sprouting from the sides and top of her orange g-string crotch panel. While Bella's miniscule panel was practically molded against her pussy lips, Pudiah's seemed to almost float on a bed of pubes. Virtually all of the wrestlers Bella had encountered either shaved completely, or - like Bella - just left a little landing strip of hair. As each lady had received a particularly generous "appearance fee," Bella knew that the audience expected an all-out match (hair pulling included, of course) and noted Pudiah's potential vulnerability.

The instructions were given in three languages - Thai, English and Chinese. The ladies formed a circle as the imposing grandfather clock in the corner began to sound the twelve bells for midnight . The last chime rang out, and the match began. A few minutes later, Bella and Pudiah - after having separately dispatched two of the Thais - began to circle as Jahn and the Chinese wrestler continued to grapple on the far corner of the mats. Pudiah's g-string was pulled to the side, and Bella figured that the Malay's first opponent had been tempted by her abundant bush and had tried for a pube pull. Pudiah raised her hands, offering a test of strength to the American. Bella raised her hands and stepped forward, but had no intent of being drawn into this type of battle. Although she was taller, there was no ignoring Pudiah's broad shoulders and the firmness of her arms. Just as they were about to interlock fingers, Bella reached down and in a flash got a great double-handed grip on Pudiah's breasts. Bella squeezed hard, gripping breast flesh and pulling up. Pudiah gave out a sharp gasp, obviously surprised at Bella's attack. She may have heard that Bella was more a wrestler than catfighter, but should have known that any lady wrestler who plied her trade in Bangkok , of all places, would take any opportunity to punish such inviting targets.
Pudiah was not without resources, however, and wincing in pain as Bella shifted her hands to grip each dark nipple, lifted her left knee between Bella's thighs. The American shifted her hips back just a moment too late, and Pudiah scored a pretty solid blow against her pussy. Wincing, Bella managed to keep her grip on the Malay's left nipple, and instinctively dropped her left hand to protect her crotch. Just in time, in fact, as Pudiah tried to catch Bella between the legs again, but this time with a slap. Bella had learned long ago, and from hard experience, that being taller gave her opponent a real advantage when it came to issuing an uppercut to her pussy. To protect herself, Bella stepped forward, turning her right leg a bit so that Pudiah's second attempt at a knee lift only hit Bella's right thigh. The ladies were now standing in the middle of the mats, hard up against one another, with Bella's right hand firmly twisting Pudiah's left nipple, and Bella's left hand gripping the Malay's hair and pulling her head back. Pudiah, for her part, reached around Bella's waist, getting a good hold of her g-string's waistband with both hands, and gave a sharp yank.

Now it was Bella who was gasping, for Pudiah had expertly pulled up Bella's g-string from the back, forcing the tall wrestler's crotch panel down and then between her pussy lips. Pudiah gave a few more yanks, even as her opponent was ferociously twisting her left nipple. Bella could only cry out in obvious pain as Pudiah held up the back of her g-string with her left hand, while yanking the string itself up and away from Bella's ass with her right hand. This practiced move was obviously the mark of an experienced catfighter, for its sole purpose was to force the g-string's front panel up into her opponent's pussy. Bella, relatively new to the Asian lady wrestling scene at the time, didn't know that Pudiah was considered by many to be among the real up and comers of the apartment wrestling scene in both Kuala Lumpur and Singapore. Pudiah might not have had have Bella's wide repertoire of pure wrestling moves, but she certainly knew how to punish her opponent's pussy and tits.

Bella felt Pudiah remove her right hand from her g-string, and quickly leaned in hard against her opponent. The American didn't want there to be any space for the Malay fighter to grip the front of her g-string with her free hand. Even with the stabbing pain emanating from her crotch, Bella knew she would have no chance if Pudiah managed to get that grip so as to use her g-string as a saw to punish her pussy. Pudiah responded by shoving her left thigh between Bella's legs, but the ladies were so close together that her thigh thrust had little effect. But being so close also prevented Bella from getting a good twisting grip on Pudiah's very sore left nipple. Even though Jahn and the Chinese wrestler were now in the nude, and the Chinese lady had grapevined Jahn's legs so all could see her womanly charms, the audience's attention was firmly fixed on Bella and Pudiah. They made a spectacular sight, the tall olive-skinned American and the dark Malay pressed together, the lights catching the streams of sweat pouring down their bodies.

Bella pulled back harder on Pudiah's hair, and freeing her left hand from between their bodies, let loose with a solid slap against the Malay's right cheek. Bella gave Pudiah another one, but this time across the mouth, opening a small cut on her opponent's bottom lip. Pudiah was undaunted, however, and managing to take half a step back, thrust both upturned thumbs into Bella's small brown nipples. Bella's entire body went stiff for an instant, the piercing pain shooting from her chest as Pudiah had perfectly rammed her thumbs right into the underside of Bella's nipples. The Malay lady catfighter continued to torture her American opponent by twisting her thumbs as she pushed harder into Bella's breasts. Bella, unabashedly yelling now, could only grab onto Pudiah's wrists to remain on her feet. Although Bella was proud of her strength, she didn't win this crucial test. For despite her exertions, Bella couldn't prevent Pudiah from repeatedly jamming her thumbs into Bella's nipples. With each purposeful thrust Bella gave out an awful shriek, and Pudiah didn't rush as she pressed home her advantage.

It was to Pudiah's advantage that, unbeknownst to her, Bella had been subjected to the exact same punishment by the renown Hong Kong titfighter Win Yee Lo just a few days after Bella had beaten Seung Lung. Unfortunately, Bella didn't have much success against Ms. Lo, who used her quick hands and superior technique to wring out two straight submissions from the outclassed - at least in terms of pure titfighting - American. Tempted by the "appearance fee" offered by one of Win Yee's sponsors who had seen Bella and Ms. Lung go at it at the Clipper Club, Bella unwisely agreed to take on the former titfighting champ in a "Hong Kong Rules" titfight. One of the disadvantages of not having a manager or sponsor was that Bella wasn't yet fully familiar with the various intricacies of female fighting in the key markets - Japan , Hong Kong , Bangkok , Kuala Lumpur , Singapore , and Jakarta . Bella realized that she had made a mistake as soon as she saw that the venue had been set up -- as per the agreed rules which she really hadn't understood -- for the ladies to be seated on stools placed well within arms' reach. Bella couldn't rely on her natural reach advantage, and unfamiliar with this setup, found it very difficult to either attack or defend. Although the match was intended to be a competitive one, it pretty quickly became an exhibition for Ms. Lo to showcase her catalogue of grips on Bella's C-cup breasts and small brown nipples. But Bella prided herself on her ability to take whatever breast punishment a regular catfighter like Pudiah could mete out, and suppressed the desperate urge to scream out her submission.
Pudiah, perhaps sensing Bella's resolve, switched to a straight nipple pull, and used that grip to force Bella to her knees. It was an awesome sight, as the voluptuous Malay wrestler, whose breasts were an obvious target, used the double nipple grip to completely control her taller, and smaller busted opponent. Pudiah finally released Bella's burning nipples, and putting her right hand loosely around Bella's neck, pulled downwards so Bella's face would meet her finishing knee strike. More out of sheer exhaustion than skill, Bella was leaning slightly to the side so that Pudiah's right knee only grazed her face. Bella swung her right hand upwards wildly in a desperate attempt to fend off her attacker, and somehow her wrist connected solidly with Pudiah's hairy crotch. Bella heard Pudiah gasp, and knew that it wasn't time for half measures.

Bella turned her hand and desperately grabbed for Pudiah's pussy lips, which were covered by pubes only as the g-string had been further pushed aside during their body on body exertions. Bella gripped what seemed like the largest pussy lips she had ever felt, and gave a quick twist and yank. Pudiah let out a low groan, and immediately shot her hands down to try and remove Bella's hand. But Bella had a firm grip, and held on for dear life as she pinched, twisted and pulled Pudiah's most sensitive area. (It only dawned on Bella later that the reason Pudiah grew her pubes so long was to hide her protruding pussy lips). Pudiah gave out a shuddering howl, and Bella continued to show no mercy as she worked the hold until Pudiah grabbed her by the hair and somehow managed to force her to the mat and lose the grip.
Pudiah could only turn away, both hands rubbing her pussy as she too collapsed to her knees. Many members of the audience - which had been silent throughout in order to hear the ladies' cries - were now shouting for their favorite to get up and put her opponent away. Bella, after a few moments and cradling her breasts with her right hand and forearm, started to crawl over to Pudiah, who was still on her knees with her hands clasping and massaging her crotch. Almost as if they were fighting in slow motion, Pudiah reached out to slap Bella across the face, but missed. The exhausted Malay wrestler's momentum carried her forward, so that she was now on her knees and was supporting herself with her left hand on the mat (her right hand still clasping her pussy) with her right side facing Bella. Pudiah's hanging, swaying and undefended right breast was too tempting a target to pass up. Bella gave the busty Malay a bit of payback by driving her right thumb up into Pudiah's right tit. Bella didn't nail Pudiah's nipple, but she felt the Malay shudder as she drove her shot home. Bella secured a good grip on Pudiah large brown nipple, pinched it hard, and started to pull down before violently shaking it back and forth. This was one of Bella's favorite grips to use on an opponent with large breasts, and while it had earned her numerous victories, she feared that Pudiah would not be beaten so easily.

Pudiah began to wail, her body almost convulsing in pain. Bella moved forwards into Pudiah so that her chest was now atop the Malay's back, and kept her ass back and high so it was well out of reach. The ladies' bodies formed an "L" with both of them on their knees, and Bella's weight and nipple pull forcing Pudiah's head to the mat. Pudiah tried to twist her body so as to roll out, but Bella's weight on her, together with the nipple pull, prevented such an escape. Pudiah then tried to take her left hand across her body to break Bella's nipple grip, but she had no leverage and, to her horror, found that her arm was now practically trapped under her. Although Pudiah had smartly kept her right hand protecting her pussy, her ass was high in the air and completely undefended. Even in her weakened state, Bella was too good a catfighter to let such an opportunity pass her by. Using her reach to good effect, Bella ran her left hand down Pudiah's ass and pinched a good piece of skin around the rosebud of the Malay's ass. Perhaps the dirtiest hold in Bella's bag of tricks, but she was too far into the match to be drawing any lines or to hold back in any way. Pudiah screamed out "NO NO NO!!" but since Bella didn't hear a submission, she started to twist and pull this most sensitive part of her opponent's body. Pudiah screamed out once again, and her breathing interrupted by her sobbing, finally managed to yell "I GIVE!! I GIVE!!"

Bella released the holds immediately and took a deep breath as she prepared to get off of Pudiah. She looked up and, for some inexplicable reason, caught the expression on the face of one of the guys she thought had bet on her to win. His looked ashen, as if he had seen something that had frightened him to the core. Before she had even breathed out, with Pudiah still under her sobbing and desperately trying to rub her ass, Bella felt an incredible waves of pain shooting from her pussy!! Even before she screamed out she knew it was a perfect pussy lip pinch and twist. Bella thought for an instant about trying to fight out of it, but knew that she would only wind up injuring herself. At the time, she didn't even know whether it was Jahn or the Chinese wrestler who had her, but it really didn't matter. All she could do was to scream out her submission, and to try and roll away and grip herself to try and stop the pain.

As Bella was on her back, hands between her legs and eyes shut tight against the pain, she heard Jahn being pronounced the winner of the Metropolitan Club's first Midnight Battle Royale. A few moments later, as Bella managed to open her eyes, the furthest thing from her mind was that she would one day become good friends with the woman who was posing with her foot