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Writers Disclaimer: This story is being co-written in googledocs by me and infogeek247. When we get to stopping points we will post them in sections on the site. As for the story itself, please be aware that in this universe super heroes don't exist (at this time). It very much mirrors real life. However, some folk, like the protagonist in the story, are treated and dare I say worshipped as super heroes or god-tier due to their stunning feats in the realm of sports and combat. It should also be noted that the protagonist's name is Valora, who should NOT be confused with any other character named Valora on this site or any other site. Lastly, in this universe professional wrestling is real, not scripted or fake or choreographed, lol (because it's still real to me damnit!). Thank you, and I apologize for my writing skill not being on par with most of y'all.

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VALORA THOMAS
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“Va-lor-a”
“Va-lor-a”
“Va-lor-a”

The crowd sung the praises of the greatest female combatant in combat sports history as she danced for them in the ring. It had been a long day for her; she’d been up since five in the morning getting the brand spanking new gym prepared for the Grand Opening. The day itself had been a thrilling one with energetic training seminars, fun games, and heaps of interviews with major news and sports networks who’d sought out the undisputed G.O.A.T. of female combat sports, “The Karate Cutie” Valora Thomas, to boost their ratings through the roof. And now, as night fell over New York City, she was able to pedal the festivities down to the final event she’d planned.

“Okay, okay, I need to stop making myself look silly with this dancing”, Valora exclaimed.

She stopped and bowed, eliciting a big applause from the crowd and media packed so tightly around the ring and walls of the gym. She took a moment to marvel at her accomplishment. She now had four mega-gyms, a series strategically placed coast to coast: Los Angeles, California. Dallas, Texas. Minneapolis, Minnesota. New York City, New York.

Life couldn’t possibly be better for her.

“Now, it’s time for my little special event…” Valora giggled excitedly. “One lucky soul out there will get the chance to go one on one with me and put the things I trained you to use in an epic effort to defeat me, soooo who’s it gonna be?”

She grinned a mile wide and did a slow twirl to survey the prospects. Some of the older (hornier) teen boys in the largely childrens crowd moved their way up front, eyeing the elite apex fighter clad so deliciously in her mega-cute pink and white wrestling shorts, matching top, and matching boots. “You”, Valora boomed, pointing at a little girl who’d climbed onto her brother’s shoulders to stand out among the throng.

“I like your go-getterness. Come on down..”

The spectators cheered the little girl as she was escorted into the ring and greeted by her hero, who asked for a name. “Emily,” the excited girl, all of eight years old, replied. Valora smiled and reminded Emily of some of the things that she taught earlier, and then the duel began.

It was a quick fight, with Emily capturing Valora’s arm and Judo tossing her up and over, then right into a DDT. Valora drew on her acting chops from her roles in the blockbuster series of super-hero movies she'd been featured in, and sold it like a champ by lying there sprawled out “unconscious”. Emily pinned her and another kid excitedly counted the 1-2-3!

Valora sat up “groggily” and raised Emily’s hand in victory, then awarded her a championship belt that mirrored one Valora had won.

Denise watched as Valora “performed”. She looked at the slightly taller, toned woman. There was no doubt she was good. She was also very beautiful, and the pink and white tight outfit showed off her muscles and her breasts and ass.

Denise was a very good wrestler herself. She was victorious in her fights, but was always compared to Valora, “Not as good”, “never match up”, “not as great or special as their “Katie Cutie”. Denise was on a different circuit, and she knew the woman did not know her. But she will soon. Everyone will know her name. She would show them, show that dark haired woman who was better, who deserved to be the champion. She knew it would take time, but eventually, even the great Valora will admit that she was better.

Denise was in blue tight leather pants, a light blue top and black boots. She was in the front of the crowd, making sure that she could see every move of the performance, and look for any advantage.

She watched as Valora held up the belt that would soon belong to her.

“Now, as always with these types of events, I’ll open the floor to a question and answer session.”

Valora gestured to the fans and many shot their hand in the air. One of the raised hands caught her attention the most because it wasn’t from the predominantly kids in the gym, it was from an adult clad in tight blue leather pants.

“Ma’am?” Val said curiously with a vexed brow and motioned to the woman. “Fire away”.

Denise smiled as she looked her up and down.

“I was wondering, have you ever been in the ring with a real woman who was a challenge for you? Someone who almost won over you, or have your opponents always been defeated?”

Valora didn’t like the tone of “real” woman the lady spoke of; it was borderline disrespect.

“All of my opponents have been a challenge to some degree. It’s very hard to come up with a fight plan to beat someone in professional combat sports. Everybody's elite.”

It was a true statement but Valora had made it look easy across two elite sports: MMA in the UFC and in professional wrestling at Extreme Wrestling Corporation and Southern Rebellion Wrestling.

Some of her fans expounded on this, boasting about Valora’s 22-0 record and UFC championship reign before her excursion into professional wrestling where she amassed the longest reigning EWC Television Championship reign before signing with SRW. Her only defeat had come in a tag team match where her partner was the one who got pinned and defeated, a detail that her fans made sure to clarify to the woman.

“Oh, I understand that you are undefeated, and who your opponents were. And someone good. But they never stood a chance of pinning you, or put you in danger of being close to losing. It could be your skill. Or maybe because you have not faced an opponent that is your equal… or better.” Denise said.

“It seems that you have never really faced a challenging opponent.” She added.

Val cocked her head.

“Could be my skill? It definitely was skill; those were tough women.” She corrected the mysterious woman.

“But I suppose I can see your point too. From an outside-in looksie it does appear I’ve never faced a challenge.” She conceded.

Valora gave her a small smile and nodded. She tried to move on to the next question giver, but....

“I may be an outsider, but I do know skill and ability. And your opponents while good, are not really up to your level. They really did not stand a chance against you. Did you do that on purpose? Make sure you did not fight someone at your skill level? So, you keep your appearance of being unbeatable?”

Denise eyed her with a genuine curiosity.

“Did your manager look hard to find challenging opponents? Maybe people outside of your league? Women who were not enthralled by the great Valora? Women who could pin you to the mat? Just like that young lady?”

Little Emily looked up at Valora with big eyes as Denise pointed to her. The tiny girl didn’t know what to make of any of this. Val gave her a big hug, whispered some encouraging words to her, and escorted her to the edge of the ring where her brother retrieved her.

“Ok, look..” Valora said, drawing a long breath while setting her gaze upon Denise’s. Valora was no longer smiling or cordial.

“I dunno who you are or w-”

“I’m Denise. Pleased to meet you.” Denise interrupted with a grin.

“Okay, Denise? I dunno why you’re pushing my buttons but I don’t appreciate it. You’re being rude and disrespectful toward not only me, but the opponents I faced, and these wonderful people here."

Val moved closer to her and looked down from inside the ring, noting Denise’s strong build.

“I never looked for easy fights. I took on those in the top 5 exclusively! I answered call outs on social media too. Anybody who knows me knows I’ll fight anyone, anytime, anyplace. Now, since you seem intent on aiming nothing but disrespect to me, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” Valora motioned toward an exit door across the gym.

Denise moved towards the ring, standing just near the apron looking up at Valora.

“If what you say is true, and you have faced powerful, skilled women, then you should have no problem dealing with me, one on one then.”

She cast a daring look at Val.

“So, mighty Valora, will you do it, or, will you rely on others to make me leave?”

Val’s expression hardened. The whole scene with Denise finally clicked with her.

“Ah, I get it. You’re wanting your 15 minutes of fame. Seeking some kind of impromptu exhibition match against me I see.”

The prospect of seeing their hero in action, and quite literally beating some respect into the lady simply known as Denise, was too much for the crowd to contain and they began a vociferous demand for Valora to accept the offer. The Karate Cutie was reserved though, and studied Denise for a moment. Denise appeared as muscular as her, maybe a smidge more, and had a fighter’s gait. Val knew win or lose Denise’s name would be out there and primed for a career sky-rocket. It was a win-win for Denise. But for Valora, it could be disastrous. She would be walking in blind to the woman’s ability; Denise could be the biggest loser in the world or the next big thing.

Valora banked on the former though. After all, somebody in the jam-packed gym would have recognized Denise if she had a semblance of talent, especially those pro wrestling reporters in attendance who can tell you the exact height and weight of some no name jobber in a backyard wrestling league. Plus, well, she’s Valora Thomas - the undisputed G.O.A.T. of female combat sports. There’s a reason she’s the G.O.A.T. and, personally, Valora really really wanted to fist deliver some good old humble pie to the disrespectful woman.

“Fine. I accept. Just remember, you wanted this. Your 15 minutes of fame are going to be painful ones.”

The fans went into a frenzy as Denise made her way into the ring. Val performed some quick warm up exercises and fist-bumped little Emily at ringside before turning toward her adversary and miming a ringing of the bell to officially start the match.

Val took up the traditional pro wrestling stance but was surprised to see Denise walk to the center of the ring with a hand raised high, signifying the time honored tradition of a test-of-strength challenge. It’s normally done by men only, but apparently Denise wanted to do something extra special for her 15 minutes of fame.

Valora carefully obliged and the two locked up. The struggle commenced. For over sixty seconds the two enjoyed moments of getting the upper hand only to have the other surge into a comeback. Denise, frustrated with the stalemate, gambled and stepped into her, angling just right to suddenly swing the test in her favor. Val’s eyes shot wide open at the sudden shift and her toned legs quaked beneath her a moment before betraying her, causing Valora to drop to one knee!

“The only one in pain, woman, will be you. Enjoy being on your knees.”

Val growled defiantly; her body shook as she powered upward but Denise belted a primal roar and put all of herself downward, forcing Valora ever-so-slowly onto both knees in a grueling display of superiority. Without warning, Denise abruptly yanked her upward and Monkey Flipped their hero high and hard. Valora landed flat on her back to ring rattling effect, but, as she’d done countless times before, the G.O.A.T. sucked up the pain and scrambled to her vertical base. Denise was already on her though, and flattened her with a colossal lariat.

“And flat on your back.”

It stunned the crowd for a moment but their faith in Valora spurred a rally of cheers for their hero. Some reporters from the major news and sports media conglomerates feverishly dialed up their bosses at HQ and got the live feed going, and eagerly waited to comment on what was to come.

Denise did not give Valora time to rest as she ran up to her and body splashed her against the ropes, as the champ had just stood up, her arm hitting her chest first hard, then followed by her muscular body. They could feel the ropes give slightly as Denise pressed her hard.

Then Denise grabbed her right wrist and left shoulder, Valora could feel the strength in her grip. She was recovering from the hit on the ropes as she felt herself being pulled hard. Denise concentrated and with the hold on her wrist, whipped her hard into the corner, her back hitting it hard.

Denise knew not to charge her, as Val was still too strong. She stood there smiling at her.

“Come on sweetie.. I'm not done with you yet.”

Valora cautiously stayed in the corner to assess the situation and to convalesce the pain coursing her back. The embarrassment of being overpowered and outclassed so fast sent a flush of warmth through Val’s cheeks. The G.O.A.T. pondered her opponent. Through the course of her dominant career Valora had fought many women of various levels of physical strength, but the grip Denise had held her with felt less like a human grip and more like a mechanical vice. Had Denise's parents made her play with grip strengthening devices instead of Barbie dolls growing up?

“Tick-Tok. Tick-tok. I only have 13 minutes of my 15 minutes left, Valley-Val. Time’s a wastin. Don’t make me drag you out of that corner."

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Denise confidently paced in the middle of the ring as Valora ignored her haughty talk and shook out the throbbing pain within her athletic frame. Denise switched into the classic wrestlers stance as Valora approached and reciprocated. Val made the first move, lunging for the traditional elbow-and-collar-lockup, but then slipped behind Denise with the speed and grace of a cat. The ruse worked! She clamped her nemesis into a waist-lock from behind. Denise instinctively squatted to make it difficult to lift and slam her, but that was what Val had counted on and she suddenly released her with a slight push. Bunching the muscles in her strong, succulent legs, Valora leapt into the air and thrusted her feet out like twin pistons into her shoulder blades.

“OOF!”

The dropkick rocketed Denise into the corner chest first. She spun back around, more pissed than hurt, but Valora had already closed the distance and slid under the bottom ropes to the outside of the ring. Before Denise could react, Val grabbed both of Denise’s shins and pulled with all her might, sending her comically to the mat face first. Valora held onto Denise’s left leg and slammed it hard against the steel ringpost. The disrespectful adversary groaned and grimaced. She tried again but Denise managed to push her off with her other leg and trudged to a stand.

Like a dog to a bone, Valora dove back inside the ring and soccer kicked Denise’s left leg as the crowd went wild! Denise wobbled but didn’t fall, so Valora spun through and hammered her across the back with a scintillating whirlwind spinning hook kick, then kept spinning and ripped a hard sweep under both of Denise’s legs which felled her at last. More ovation from the crowd rocked the facility. They knew it was all over but the crying now, and so did Valora. The G.O.A.T. had wounded her lickity-split, just like she’d done so many before her.. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.

“You were saying?” Val quipped to Denise in retaliatory smack talk.

The crowd roared as their real life super-heroine raised a fist, signifying a vaunted signature move was coming that would pave the way to finish the insolent transgressor quick, fast, and in a hurry. And to avoid any more embarrassment that befell her moments ago.

Val sped across the ring, tearing up the canvas in her wake, and bounced from the ropes with great velocity. She took wing, soaring through the air with her right fist cocked back in preparation to land the Super-Woman Punch.

Her eyes bulged with disbelief as Denise inexplicably sprung to life and closed the gap between them, grabbing Valora into a belly-to-belly position briefly before spinning to her right side to stay off her damaged appendage. A collective “Nooo” reverberated through the building as Denise spiked Valora with a power-slam that sandwiched her between the canvas covered pine and Denise’s muscular body.

“Jesus Christ!” Bellowed Dale Ogden, ESPN fight news correspondent, momentarily forgetting he’d been dispatched live on air.

Dale gathered his composure and addressed the camera.

“Fight fans, we’re here in NYC at the grand opening of Valora Thomas’s training center where an impromptu exhibition match between the greatest fighting female of all time and a virtual unknown from the crowd named Denise has broken out.”

He shook his head with an even mix of excitement and shock. Even his mustache wiggled with anxiousness.

“And I gotta tell ya, this Denise lady has been putting the work in on Valora. She’s been manhandling her thus far. This is stunning, folks!”

Dale was also elated that he had stayed the full day at the event like some others had done. Reporters from several stations had taken their bits and pieces from Valora earlier and called it a wrap. Suckers!

Inside the ring, Denise shook her left leg and sneered at her downed foe, who lied supine nursing her back.

“Your little stunt would’ve worked on anyone else but me.” Denise remarked.

Since Valora had such a hankering for Denise’s legs, the villainous woman was obliged to give it to her. Garnering some limpily speed from the ropes, Denise lifted herself off the mat a little and dropped her right leg down across Val’s chest with a reckoning that would garnish a grin from Hulk Hogan himself.

Denise kept her right leg over Valora’s chest. She shifted her weight, making sure to pin Val’s right arm, the one closest to Denise, under her. She then moved her leg to above her firm breasts as she grabbed her hair and lifted her head up, and slipped her left leg under her head and then moving her right leg, quickly scissored her head. The pain in her leg had receded a bit, yet it still hurt, but Denise knew she could take the pain as she crossed her ankles and secured the scissors.

As Valora was recovering, Denise grabbed her left wrist, the one farthest from her and pulled it to her, gripping it tight as she pulled it over to her. With Denise’s manacle like grips on her only free wrist, other arm pinned, and the scissors in place, Valora was up shit creek without a paddle or a boat.

Val was alarmed at how overwhelming the mysterious woman was. She was definitely stronger than Valora. She seemed to be speedier too. Worse, she appeared to be tougher. She had taken that combo and rebounded like a female terminator. And now? Denise had taken a standard head scissors lock, used by all professionals as a rest position or transition hold, and modified it into something simple but dangerous - and for the first time in the legendary career that saw Valora reach goddess-hood, her fans were witnessing their unconquerable paragon wilting a little under the might of another.

Denise grinned at the audience and then at Val. She saw Valora’s top. “Mmmm.. a nice souvenir…”

The statement startled Valora. She can’t be serious!

“Demons will be eating snow cones in hell before you collect a souvenir from me!” Val yapped back at her, despite being in no position to make such a statement.

“I did not come all this way to lose… girl.” Denise replied.

“So you did come from hell?” Valora snarked, only buying time to figure out an escape from the hold.

The Karate Cuite knew better than to try and yank her wrist free. Denise’s grip was unbreakable, especially with both hands clamped on her wrist. It would be a waste of strength and energy. Valora felt Denise’s powerful thighs flex and push against her neck and head slowly. The pain traveled through her head, neck, and shoulders. An intense pressure joined it. Panic would have set in on any other warrior in this predicament, but Valora is no ordinary warrior. She is the greatest to ever do it.

Valora steeled herself and planted both feet on the mat. With a sudden, explosive burst, Val bridged up using only her legs since it’s her legs that are the only things available to get out of this mess. As she bridged, Denise squeezed harder and shifted her body against the direction of the bridge. Val screeched and the bridge collapsed. The pain was crippling and the G.O.A.T. was finding it increasingly laborious to breathe.

“Trouble… champ? Not as easy as you thought?”

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Val planted her feet and bridged once more, twice more, a third time. All for naught. Denise’s counterplay was on point. Valora was exerting an enormous amount of energy trying to break free. Too much energy. The pain and pressure of the hold was also becoming too much for even the greatest, it was like her head was going to pop like a grape soon. A spike of lethargy swam inside Val’s brain, making her sleepy. She was about to pass out. Panic finally crept into Valora’s psyche.

Val frantically planted her feet at a wider berth and lifted off with a furious buck and bridge. Every pore, fiber, and muscle stood out in high stress as Valora walked the bridge and desperately flung her left foot onto the bottom ring rope nearest her feet. In regulation singles matches this would automatically force the hold to be broken or suffer a disqualification by the referee.

“There’s no ref here sweetie. We never did say what kind of match this was gonna be either.” Denise warned while refusing to release the hold.

Valora’s glazy eyes widened at the realization and she flailed her legs hectically.

“But I don’t want any excuses from you about rope break rules and technicalities later on either, soooo..”

With that, Denise begrudgingly let go and stood up. She lorded over Valora, watching her sputter and wallow. She noted the sheen of sweat on Val’s body, and how it contrasted against her own which had not a drop to surface yet.

Denise backed up and posed a bit, showing off her muscles and curves, as she observed Valora slowly get up onto all fours, a swath of sweat over her face and chest. Valora’s chest heaved a bit as she took deep breaths, the redness in her face slowly fading.

“You seem tired, a bit short of breath.”

She moved over to the champ and drove her boot into her back and pushed her back down to the mat, her chest hitting first, as her arms and legs splayed out. Denise kept her foot on her back for a few seconds, showing her control over the undisputed greatest as she drove a bit of air out of her chest.

“I know you have more in you….” She looked around the gym and grinned.

She rubbed her foot onto her back.

“Let’s see what this gym has to offer.”

Denise bent down and smacked Valora’s ass hard, making sure the microphones could pick it up. The audience was livid at Denise’s grandstanding. None of the opponents Val had previously vanquished dared to showboat when given a rare upper hand over her, they treated such a thing as a godsend and worked urgently to capitalise on it. The collective abhorrence for Denise was perfectly understandable though, given no other opponent had previously dominated Valora, until now.

Denise understood this and ignored the ridicule as she went through the middle rope to the outside and grabbed Valora’s foot, pulling her out by her foot so she landed on the padding outside of the ring. Val went splat on the ground, as Denise backed up.

“What’s that?” Denise pointed to the white and gold themed wall labeled Wall of Heroes that’s the cornerstone of the gym - the first thing people see when they’re about to enter the gym proper.

Valora remained flat on the pads. Her body was still racked with affliction done upon her by Denise. Her lungs still burned some. She wasn’t used to enduring such a sustained, thorough beating - which was the only downside to being so dominant for so long.

Valora’s answer to Denise’s question did not come in the desired timeframe, so the mysterious terror snatched Val up by the hair and corralled her into a headlock. She escorted Val toward the wall in question, gesturing her hand authoritatively at the fans in her way who part like the Red Sea.

As they approached the wall, Denise kept the headlock but lifted Val’s face to look at the framed pictures. It was a long wall chock full of framed pictures of children in various hospitals, obviously sick and possibly terminal by the looks of it - however they were all smiles in that moment of time because their hero, Valora, was there with them helping them to kick the asses of their illnesses. Intermingled with those pictures were some of Valora with US Troops overseas when she did USO tours with other celebrities during the OIF war efforts.

“Aww” Denise cooed at one picture, which showed Valora with a Make a Wish kid who simply wanted to help her do her open workout session and be her cornergirl during a big upcoming title defense.



“I bet she wishes she would have saved that wish for right now, to wish you out of the serious ass beating you’re getting” Denise joked. “And I bet you wished you had the same fight in you right now that those kids did” She added as she squeezed the headlock.

Valora suddenly brought her right hand up and pushed at the back of Denise’s right elbow while simultaneously reaching up with her left hand and raking her fingernails across her eyes. Denise shrieked from the unexpected tactic and released the headlock. Denise had made a terrible mistake when using those kids as a mock to Valora. It’d filled her with resolve, which the Karate Cutie used to surge forward, spinning and thrusting her left leg into Denise’s bread-basket with such force it knocked her back a few feet.

“HOW DARE YOU” Valora thundered!

Denise doubled over in pain but remained upright. Undaunted, Val sped for her, and did a baseball slide between her parted legs while walloping her with an uppercut as she went. Valora popped up behind her before she could retaliate, and blitzed her kidneys with a salvo of knee strikes that buckled her. Denise swung a desperate spinning backfist but Val ducked it and caught her clean with a Discus Forearm smash across the face, causing her to twirl.

As Denise came out of the twirl she turtled up into defensive mode, and weathered the storm of punches and kicks that pummeled her torso. She had studied enough film on the G.O.A.T. to know her tendencies, all she had to do was wait for her to do something predictable. Valora slammed her shin into Denise’s left leg then pivoted wide and spun 360 degrees, heaving her legendary right leg high and hard like a reaper’s scythe toward Denise’s head.

But Denise bolted forward, having seen it and timed it, and captured Val’s leg on her right shoulder. Before Valora could remove it, the villainous woman brought her left arm up and trapped the leg in place, while simultaneously grabbing Val by the throat with her right hand. Valora braced for the impending sweep-and-slam takedown but Denise instead lifted her up a few inches off the ground and sprinted with her in tow, trucking a good ten feet with no brakes right into the Wall of Heroes.

The spectators nearly came unglued with their vehemence. The impact was fierce enough that some of the pictures fell to the ground and a crack in the wall was born. Their lament was the farthest thing from Denise’s mind though. While Valora was recovering, Denise pushed her stronger body toward the wall she had Valora pinned against. The extreme flexibility of Val’s trapped leg allowed Denise to push in so far that the hiked leg became pinned against the wall - with the knee touching the wall and brushing against the side of Val’s face.

“Well, you are flexible, good... “

Denise urgently gripped Valora’s nearest wrist and pinned it against the wall. Valora wailed in her predicament and tried using her free arm to push Denise off, and when that didn’t work she lobbed a volley of punches at her, but Denise dipped her head on the other side of Val’s trapped leg, furthest away from the Karate Cutie’s reach which made it impossible to connect.

Denise was not surprised by her own skill, but by the unusual position she was in. Val’s leg was by her head, with her holding the same side wrist close. Val’s other leg was on tip-toe.

“No rope is going to save you now, girl. You’re mine.”

There was no defiant rebuttal from Valora like there was before. The G.O.A.T. was genuinely worried, because Denise was right on one thing: there was no ring rope break to save her and Valora had no answer for the unusual and painful position she was in.

Denise moved her hand from Val’s neck and grabbed her free wrist and slammed it hard against the wall, holding it and the champion against the wall. Denise knew Val would not submit that way, and she had so much more punishment to give her. She had a good layout of the gym, and she formed a plan quickly.

“No rope, no ring, just a woman who is better than you, who is going to kick your ass all over your pretty gym.”

Denise pushed her hard against the wall, driving her held thigh hard into the wall as she took her left leg, closest to the tip-toe foot and thrust it out sideways into the booted calf of that foot, increasing the spread of her legs. Val gritted her teeth and struggled against the woman’s advance, her beautiful and impressive physique flexing and stressing against Denise’s more powerful one. It was to no avail.

“UNGFFPH!” Valora grunted out with a final surge for liberation. “...shit!” Val whined when her attempt proved futile.
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"What the hell!?!?!" Gina unlocked her cellphone and pressed one of the many notifications she was getting inundated with. Her heart was already racing from seeing the #fightvalorafight tags as she plopped into the lunchroom chair to begin her minuscule 15 minute work break. Had her favorite fighter and wrestler been in a freak car accident? Had she suffered a sudden, dangerous illness that had her on life support? She knew for a fact Valora wasn't scheduled to compete in anything that night, because she's her biggest fan and would know about it.

She frantically jammed the notification icons and was directed to their sources. They were mostly from Twitter, which already had short video clips of the exhibition fight posted by sports channels and by fans. The unsettling clips didn't make sense to her. Surely that wasn't Valora featured in them? The whole thing had her flummoxed so she sought out the replies to the Tweets on the various videos to piece together what was going on.
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TBC by YOU the reader. We've decided to do something different here that involves YOU the one reading this. For the next 72 hours we will allowing IN CHARACTER (In story) posts to be made in this thread/story.

This means you will post IN CHARACTER as a fan or celebrity who will be the author of one or more of the tweets that Gina is reading. Obviously this means your character would have been watching the breaking news of the fight and posting tweets/comments on it.

Please only post once, but you can have three IN CHARACTER tweets/comments in that one post, and can make the remark(s) about any part of what's happened since Gina is sifting through multiple video clips and their attached replies. Is your character shocked? Is your character a Val fan? Is your character a Val hater since all G.O.A.T.'s have their haters?

Lore wise, when it comes to fame and skill level, Valora is a blend of Ronda Rousey (pre Holly loss, when Ronda was indestructible), Hulk Hogan, GSP, and the Rock -- Just for reference. And we will be using some of the IN CHARACTER tweets/comments in later parts of their feud.
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Awesome story
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Denise then looked at Valora and planted her left and right legs together quickly, drove her head between Valora's breasts and quickly bent at the knees. She shot up and backwards, pulling on Valora’s wrists and trying to flip the wrestler over her head as Denise’s body fell backwards to the floor. As she fell, she brought her feet up and into the abs of the Karate Cutie to increase her flip, and launched her through the air.

Going splat in the wrestling ring or on an octagon mat hurts well enough on its own, but at least there’s some give to them that prevents competitors from suffering bigger injuries. The hard floor Valora landed on offered no such protection, and she lied there frozen in pain after the crash. Denise rolled onto her knees and popped up to a stand. A dull pain ached between her ribs and hips from the blistering barrage to the kidneys Valora had gifted her with, so she made no mad-dash to follow up. She knew she had time judging by the G.O.A.T.’s scrunched and pained countenance and inability to get up right away.

"Ohhh you bitch, you're gonna pay." Denise hissed.

As Denise sauntered toward her prey, the parents of the kids and teens that made up the angry mob lambasting the terrible woman emerged in force. The exhibition match had gotten out of hand and they began collecting their offspring and pulled them a safe distance away. Several of the kiddies were bawling over their super-heroine-come-to-life and were whisked away toward the exit doors by their concerned parents.

The two bulky security guards Val hired for the event surfaced and formed a buffer between the two fighters and the throng, now that the contest had spilled away from the ring.

“I hope Valley-Val paid you well. You’re gonna need it for all the therapy sessions to come when you witness the things I’m gonna do to her.” Denise stated matter of factly to the two men.

The black shirted beefcakes exchanged troubled glances and spoke briefly about intervening in the fight itself. But, like Valora, they’re also fighters and wrestlers, and the warrior code was strong in them so they decided not to intercede. Val had accepted the challenge and would have to honor it.

Denise shifted her focus back to Valora and smirked. The embattled fan-favorite had scurried into the free weights section on her hands and knees. There was no rhyme or reason to it. No plan. Valora knew she needed to create as much distance as possible to hopefully figure something out since everything she’d done to Denise had floundered.

Val’s supporters shouted warnings of Denise’s impending arrival and Valora desperately pulled herself up with aid of a workout bench. Using the huge gym mirrors, she ascertained Denise’s frame wading through the glob of people and making a beeline toward her in a jog. The G.O.A.T. shifted so her back was toward the bench and when Denise barreled upon her she slipped to the side, dropped down, and scissored the brute’s leg leg at the shin. The rudimentary drop toehold tripped Denise face and chest first onto the bench.

*BONK*

Denise yelped and clutched her visage. Though pain was still pulsing through her back, Valora made it to her feet before her nemesis did and wrangled her into a side headlock. The Karate Cutie sprinted forward with Denise in tow and leapt up just over the bench. She let gravity pull both of them down, causing Denise’s face to impact the bench again, squashing it between Valora and the bench. A titanic sigh of relief pervaded the facility followed by rabid applause.

“Valora’s back in this thing, ladies and gentlemen,” Dale Ogden said enthusiastically. “Just when it looked like this Denise lady had all the answers, Valora changed the questions.” He continued to maneuver himself and his trusty cameraman into position for the best angles possible.

Valora worked her way to her vertical base and noticed an item on the gym floor that some lazy person didn’t have the integrity to put it back where it belonged. She snatched up the ten millimeter thick, four inch wide leather powerlifter’s belt and remembered the humiliating slap on the ass Denise gave her earlier.

“You want to humiliate me?” Valora's sweet, honeyed tone of voice dripped with disdain.

The G.O.A.T. moved in behind Denise as she was recovering on the bench, then fired a hard kick into her back, forcing the despicable woman to double over the bench. Valora eyed Denise’s voluptuous buttocks for payback and reared back with the heavy duty belt, making sure that the metal buckle and tongue were facing Denise’s derriere, then swung it down across those meaty cheeks like she was wielding the finger of God.

*CRRRRRRAACCCKKKK!!!*

Denise howled and her eyelids peeled back, revealing huge, bugged oculars. The crowd went bonkers and requested that she keep going!

*CRAAAAACCCKKK*

Another whack across the rump sent the sound echoing across the building, even being heard over the jubilant voices of Valora’s loyal people.

Denise hollered, which fueled Valora more.

*CRRRRRRRAAAACCCKKK*

“Why do you hate me!” Valora bellowed at her.

TBC...
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The whacks hurt, but Denise was still in the fight. She knew Val was getting into it, and that was her mistake, 'she thinks I am done', Denise thought as she waited for the belt to be raised. She saw Val's’ body, her breasts, as she raised the belt up again.

This time, Denise rolled and pushed her hands on the floor on one side of the bench as she used her knees to pull her back.

The belt just hit the bench with a * Swack *

Denise did not waste time and as Valora bent low with the smack, Denise grabbed her head and slammed it hard into the bench. She then raised her right boot and drove it into her back. She grabbed the belt.

“Why? Because, you are a stuck up bitch… who never really fought a real challenger.”

She raised the belt up and drove it down on her ass. The sound of belt to flesh reverberated throughout the gym with a loud report.

“Until today!” She whacked her again on the other cheek. Valora squealed and blocked her butt with her hands

“And I am going to show these people that you are not a better fighter.” She whacked her as many times as Valora whacked her, lashing and bashing the G.O.A.T.’s hiney and hands. Then she grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to a bending/standing position and threw her to the floor.

‘I am!”

Denise stalked her as she low crawled on her elbows away from her. The mysterious woman snapped the belt in her hand as she followed her prey, using the noise as an intimidation factor that seemed to work since Valora quickened her crawling. Denise spotted a workout machine up ahead as well as some jump rope, and formulated something in her mind.

Setting the belt down, Denise bashed Val across the back with a stiff kick then picked her up into a cradle carry position like a parent would their child and then dropped to one knee, pulverizing Valora’s spine across it. Denise wasn’t done either. She stood up with Val still in the carried position and drove her down again across her knee, then again, and one more time before shoving her off the bent patella.

“You are going to remember this bitch! Remember me.. The woman who beat your ass!”

Valora wailed in agony as she lied on her side, back arched to deal with the affliction ravaging it. Denise retrieved the jump rope and tied one end in a sizable loop, like a lasso of sorts, wonder woman style. From there she slung the loop end over Val’s head and chest and arms, then pulled the slack out with a hard tug. Valora realized her peril too late but tried valiantly to escape, only to find her arms trapped at her sides and unable to move her upper body lest it be done by her diabolical captor. She tried bolting to a stand using her legs, but was quickly tugged right back down hard.

“You are not going anywhere. You are going to learn what defeat feels like. And people will know I did it!”

Denise jarred Valora silly with a knee strike to the temple that caused her to see many stars orbiting her field of view. The terrifying woman maintained hold of the other end of the rope while moving over to the multi-station workout machine. Denise noticed a cable dangling from one of the stations which had no bar or weight attached, so she grabbed the looped end and pulled it down. She pulled on the jump rope, dragging Val closer to her, then dropped the held end of the jump rope long enough to tie Valora’s gorgeous long dark tresses into several knots in, on, and around the cable’s coupling.

A sense of dread overcame the rowdy crowd as Denise then walked over to the machine and pulled the metal pin from the zero pounds of weight placement it was in by default. More dread overcame them as they witnessed the cruel lady lift up several of the heavy weights in the machine’s stack and secure the steel pin into a slot indicating a lot of pounds of weight.

A sinister grin swept over Denise’s features as she simply released the slotted weights into a freefall. As the weights dropped, the cable tightened hard in an instant, and when they finally landed onto the unslotted pile of weight the cable brutally snapped Valora up to her vertical base, the hero’s hair nearly being ripped from her scalp - and in some cases literally ripped from her scalp.

A blood curdling cry erupted from Valora’s trembling lips as an unfathomable amount of pain crippled her braincase and scalp. She instinctively tried to reach up and free herself but couldn’t because her arms were still trapped at her sides by the jump rope looped-and-lassoed around her upper body.

Denise quickly moved over and retained hold of the loose end of the jump rope, then pulled hard on it as she back pedaled away from the workout machine. This only made things worse for the greatest of all time, because she was essentially being pulled in two directions, with her hair and scalp caught in the middle.

“I have waited sooo long for this.. To put you in your place. Under my control.”

Denise spotted the powerlifter’s belt she discarded a moment ago and nabbed it up with one hand while keeping control of the jump rope with the other. She eyed Valora's world renowned buttocks again - a pair of buns that her cute pink and white shorts were having a terrible time suppressing under its fabric. Denise was still pissed about the humiliating spanking Val gave her a minute ago, so she reared back with the belt and brought it across the derriere so legendary that it has entire YouTube “fap compilations” video playlists made in honor of it (and rightfully so, since her glutes have the perfect blend of thickness, volume, roundness, and athletic-fitness).

Denise adjusted their positioning a little, so they were facing the huge, long mirrors that gym goers use to adjust their workout form and stare at how amazing their bodies look. She wanted Valora to see herself in her helpless position. Denise wanted her in a new humiliating position. She took the end of the jump rope and bound her hands behind her back, tight, keeping her arms tight to her sides.

“You’re not getting free without help, Valora. And I am not going to do it. They are, if they obey me.”

Denise made sure Val was looking at herself in the mirror as Denise stroked both her ass cheeks. Denise waited for a reaction, any kind, for better or worse, but to her surprise all she saw was Valora's stunned expression through that sweat and pained soaked countenance. Denise was violating her. It was molestation. A legitimate criminal act punishable by jail time. There was no way a grown woman of elite fighting pedigree like Valora could register such a thing at this moment. It was simply an audacious, indescribable act that could not be planned for.

“Since you liked to give me spanks, It is only fair that I return the favor.”

She looked at the people. “Now, you people will film this.. You filmed all her victories, you can film her defeat. And, you will get to free her helpless ass, if I see that posted on her YouTube.” Denise said as she took out her phone.
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Another amazing chapter, can't wait to read next part

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