Grimm Wrestling: Goldie Fox vs Red Hood (Patreon)

Back to one of the longer league stories. The fairy tale strip club turned wrestling league goes to its title once again, with Red dying to get her hands on it for ages. 

Red's been a popular one, plus getting a few pieces of fanart over the years. She's just the edgy badass who's more popular than she should be, plus her milfy mom rivalry.

Grimm’s had been tossed into turmoil after the last championship match. Wendy the Witch took her shot at Sheila “The Big Bad Milf,” but some surprising interference and a loophole in the rules had left the meddling Goldie Fox as the new champion. There was as much buzz around the event as there could be around a stripclub with a wrestling league night.

One of the most upset about the ruling was Red Hood. The fellow young blonde was the former champ’s daughter and had been trying to take it from her for most of her career. Having that opportunity taken away from her before she could even beat her mom for the belt had her fuming, both in and out of character. The girl who played Red felt like it was a cheap way of riling up the fans and wasn’t a fair way to treat her legacy as a stripper/wrestler. She suited up backstage for tonight’s show with a genuine grimness to her behavior, set on playing the match a little extra rough tonight.

The show started with the usual fans and fanfare. The newly crowned champ herself came out first, the barely legal brat of the league flashing her belt proudly overhead. She only smiled wider to the boos as much as the cheers as she strutted out shaking her slight but soft curves in her white and gold leotard. The colors went well with her ill-gotten belt as she strode out in her long wrestling boots. Her blonde curls bounced around with her perky tits and batting, bright green eyes.

She only got halfway down the runway when Red Hood came bursting out from backstage. She slammed a forearm into the first blonde’s back, bringing her down to all fours with one heavy blow.

Red was wearing her expected red, hooded cloak over a red and black thong singlet and thick boots. She had heavy dark makeup on around her eyes to add to her edgy appearance, her blonde hair cut boyishly short around her ears to contrast her mother’s longer look. She was seen as a likeable heel in most cases, a showy high flier and fearless brawler who took on anyone in her way, especially pursuing her mom and her belt.

Goldie hit the runway with a shocked expression, flailing and crawling backward to keep away from her ambushing opponent. Red stormed after her and chased her to the edge of the ring, raining down a barrage of stomps on Goldie’s chest and stomach. The golden champ shook from the beating as the bell rang urgently to start the match. Red was a rough wrestler to begin with, but especially when she had a chip on her shoulder.

Goldie dropped her belt as she was pounded into the ground. She was right by the ring apron, so she hastily reached up and grabbed Red around the neck. She pulled down hard and dropped her chin down on the edge of the ring, rocking her jaw and having the hooded girl fall back holding her face.

Goldie rose while she still could, shaking out her head as she leaned on the ring apron. Red rallied and came at her again but Goldie threw up her boot to cut her off, leaning on the apron to get a double dropkick into Red’s chest. She huffed and stumbled back into the guard rail as Goldie pounced after her, wrapping her hands around Red’s neck and throttling her over the metal barrier.

“This is my belt, you jealous little bitch!” Goldie mocked her, shaking Red’s neck as she bent her back over the bar.

The brawling girls were going all out right out of the gates. Red drove a knee into Goldie’s crotch, rattling her to drop back before spearing the crooked champ in the stomach. She drove her back a few paces before lifting her up and slamming her back into the floor. Red grabbed Goldie by her hair and the back of her leotard, forcing her up and throwing her into the ring to properly start the match with two of the youngest girls in the league.

Red rolled in after her as Goldie crawled back to her knees. The hooded wrestler finally tossed off her cloak, just scowling wordlessly in her usual dark persona. The champ was clearly thrown off from not having properly defended her title yet but she was bratty enough to try and keep it at any cost. She rushed in trying to clothesline Red, but she ducked under it readily. She loomed behind Goldie, but the spoiled cheater wasn’t completely talentless. She swung a boot up behind her and nailed Red in the groin, making her grunt and bend over clutching her pussy as her thonged ass stuck out behind her.

“Too slow, bitch! No wonder you never had the skill to get this belt!” Goldie taunted ruthlessly.

She yanked up Red to stand upright and cracked a fierce backhand chop across her chest, staggering her again. Goldie wound up harder and smacked her with heavier chops until she was beating Red back into the ropes. Goldie kissed her fist and threw a huge haymaker at her, but Red suddenly grabbed the top rope and flipped backward in an acrobatic dodge. Goldie stumbled at her surprising miss as Red landed on the ring apron, crouching low and slamming a headbutt into her midsection to wind the mouthy blonde.

“Let’s put that big mouth of yours to good use,” Red growled.

Goldie tried to stumble back holding her gut but Red caught her by the arm. The hooded teen reeled her back in and pulled the limb over the top rope. She cranked and twisted it so that Goldie’s arm was stretched out and her armpit bent over the rope, making her squeal and thrash in theatrical pain. Red stretched the arm about out for a second or two for the move to sink in for Goldie and the audience before she jumped off the ring apron, spiking the arm down across the top rope. Goldie shrieked and fell back on her ass clutching the aching arm as Red gave the crowd another scanning glower and returned to the ring.

Red grabbed Goldie from behind and bent her arm behind her back. The still seated champ howled and thrashed in pain, kicking at the mats as Red wrenched on the damaged arm. She reached past her and tucked Goldie’s arm under her armpit so she could free up her hands, grabbing and clawing into both of the trapped blonde’s tits.

“AIEEE! Let go, you psycho!”

Goldie thrashed and spasmed as Red twisted her tit with a vengeance. The blonde brat finally managed to shove back with her boots against the mats, pushing Red away before rolling away, sliding out under the ropes. The audience booed her as she rubbed her shoulder, rolling it out to try and take control of the match’s pace.

Red stalked the edge of the ring, watching her like a hawk and goading her on. Goldie pretended to ignore her, but as she inched her way back to the ring she reached out and caught the hooded huntress by her leg. She pulled it out from under her and let her drop to the mats before Goldie slammed it into the nearby turnbuckle. Red jerked noticeably as she curled up, clutching her knee in an obvious leg injury.

“Oh my! What big bruises you have!” Goldie jeered mockingly before rolling back into the ring.

Red hurried back to her feet, but clearly favored her other leg. She raised her fists in a ready stance but Goldie didn’t hesitate to press her attack. She lunged in and grappled with Red, grabbing at each other’s hair and shoulders. Red Hood proved her experience and pedigree by quickly starting to bend Goldie backward. Not too proud to stay in the losing battle, Goldie simply stomped her boot into Red’s freshly damaged knee.

Red gave a short hiss of pain but her face showed it was worse than she was letting on. She dropped the lockup to grab her leg, but Goldie followed up with a side kick that got her to drop to her other knee. Red winced in pain as Goldie ran back into the ropes and came rushing back, turning around and thrusting her butt out into Red’s face. The hooded wrestler grunted and hit the mats, laying limply face down for a moment.

Goldie continued to go after her opponent’s injury like the bratty scavenger she was known for. She knelt down, pressing her own knee on the back of Red’s to make her arch in pain. She pulled up on Red’s boot to keep her locked in the painful position while her free hand went to the back of her corset. Goldie grinned as she easily undid the thread on the back and pulled, freeing the lean blonde’s breasts for the cheering and booing crowd.

“Looks like you’re losing your top AND the match! Just like your mommy!” Goldie jeered.

She had been counting on Red being more embarrassed than she was, because the grim huntress leaned her weight enough to slam her good leg up into Goldie’s jaw. It jarred her and made the curly blonde fall back, rubbing her pretty face with a pouty grimace.

“Don’t mention that bitch around me!” Red growled as she dove for Goldie Fox. She speared her around the middle, crushing her slim belly with her shoulder into the mats. Goldie gave a theatrical grunt as her eyes and mouth popped open from the heavy impact. Red rose and dragged the breathless Goldie by the hair, bashing a knee into her bent over chest. Goldie gasped and clutched her chest, struggling to keep her big soft tits in her leotard.

Red was relentless as she forced Goldie to stand upright, just to bash her with a rapid fire barrage of forearms to the face. The defending champ squeal and staggered with each hit, and soon her jiggling chest was so busy bouncing around that by the time her back hit the ropes, one tit hung out from the side of her skintight outfit.

Goldie draped an arm over the ropes as Red finally backed off, clearly sizing her up for something even harder hitting. When the high flying tomboy charged at her, Goldie took her chances and ducked under whatever was coming her way. Red leapt and sailed right over her, but all according to her plan. Red grabbed the top rope and swung herself right back around to the ring where she swiftly grabbed the staggering Goldie around the neck. She used her agile momentum to bring the meddling brat crashing face first into the mats with a resounding thud that got the crowd cheering behind her.

Red hastily shoved Goldie onto her back and sat on her face, planting her hands on her belly to try for a pin. It barely reached two when the dizzied Goldie jerked to the side, getting her shoulder up to escape. Red clearly fumed, hoping for an easy pin before things became any more complicated.

Red dragged herself and Goldie back up, giving a quick spin before whipping Goldie into a corner. The runaway blond smacked breast-first into the pads, gingerly turning back around clutching her chest. She grimaced in pain but when Red came rushing in to finish her off, she darted away again. This time instead of just dodging she dove in low, tackling the bad leg out from under Red.

The challenger went tumbling head over heels over Goldie’s counter, ending up rolling in the ring and holding her injured knee in agony. Even the grim and hotheaded Red was wincing as her eyes watered and ran through her makeup, her teeth bared in an intensely gritted grimace. Goldie caught her breath on her knees for a moment, regrouping from her sudden spear before grinning at her effective handiwork.

“Not so tough now, are you? You never had it in you to be the champ anyway!” Goldie boasted.

She got up and sent a few vicious stomps to Red’s head and back, but she was still far more concerned with her throbbing leg. Goldie turned away from her, just to lean out of the ring and grab her title belt. She held it proudly in front of Red’s twisted face.

“This gold is all Goldie’s! And this is as close as you’re ever gonna be!” Goldie barked.

“Well, actually…”

Goldie smashed the hard metal of the belt right into Red’s face. Her body jerked and her head lolled to one side, blood coming from her lip and nose as she gawked in stunned pain.

“THAT’S the closest!” Goldie corrected loudly.

The crowd booed her violent mockery but she just ground it into Red’s face. The patterned metal just roughed her face up worse, soon bright red as Red’s blood smeared on the belt buckle.

“Red for red, gold for Goldie. Makes sense, doesn’t it?” she jeered.

Goldie finally dropped the belt, where she took Red by the hair and pulled her up to a sitting position. She tightly hugged the tear and blood-stained challenger into her breasts and squeezed, leaving Red’s arms hanging limply as she struggled to breathe. She slapped and shoved pathetically on the sides of the champ but she just tightened her skull-crushing grip. The crowd went wild as Goldie shook her by the head.

“She’s out. Ring the bell!” the bratty champ insisted, even while Red was still struggling.

Her manipulations didn’t convince anyone, so she yanked Red’s head out of her sweaty chest. She grabbed the belt again, ready to keep using it as a weapon. She raised it to bash over Red’s head but the challenger caught her by the wrist in a sudden burst of energy. Goldie’s eyes went wide with shock as Red pulled her arm between her legs and leaned back, wrenching on it in a combination arm bar and leg scissor.

Goldie screamed as the belt was literally taken away from her, turning her attack into a countered submission. She frantically slapped and clawed at Red’s chest but the furious huntress ignored her completely. She tightened her thighs together, squeezing and bending the arm as she leaned up. With her legs doing the real holding now, Red unleashed one hard hook after another into Goldie’s screaming face. Her cries became grunts as her eyes started to roll and her struggles weakened, pounded into submission to where Red could manipulate her at will.

“Not so tough when it’s a head on fight, now are you?!” Red seethed.

She twisted her hips around, driving Goldie’s stunned face into the mats. She rolled onto her back, pulling her arm back behind her to really work on the shoulder joint. She wrenched on it a bit more before standing up, dragging the teary-eyed and drooling Goldie to another corner.

Goldie waved a pitiful hand pleadingly at Red, but the challenging tomboy climbed up the ropes while holding onto her hair. She was clearly going for her Woodcutter’s Axe finisher! She clutched Goldie by the head, but the champ grabbed and shook both the top ropes in the corner. Red’s boots struggled to stay balanced before she suddenly fell, landing crotch-first on the ringpost. Her mouth dropped open in a fresh burst of agony as her hands went to clutch her pussy.

Goldie hastily grabbed the ropes and climbed up after her. She stood on the middle ropes, grabbing Red’s short-cut hair and slamming a few short, hard forearms to her face. Red’s head bucked with each shot, still gawking when suddenly, the pummeled challenger pushed back! She shoved Goldie back, making her stumble clumsily a couple paces on the mats. Red bounded off the ropes and wrapped her arms around Goldie’s neck in midair, flipping over her and bringing her bending over backward to slam the back of her neck across her shoulder. Goldie flopped sharply once before falling completely limp on the mat, blown away by the stunning finisher.

This time Red folded her legs up over her head, straddling Goldie’s hips like she was going for a mating press rather than a pin. The crowd still counted it out as Goldie’s breasts and pussy hung just over her face, and the 3-count went off without a hitch.

The bell rang and Red stumbled to her feet, clearly battered but triumphant. She wiped a bit of blood from her nose with her arm before she picked up her new belt, holding it up overhead with the same blood smeared on it. She frowned at the bittersweet moment, the context clear to the older fans. Red had always wanted to tear the belt away from her long-standing champion mother, not the meddling brat who had weaseled it away from Sheila.

Red still tossed it over her shoulder and kicked Goldie out of the ring before heading backstage. She handed the belt off to a backstage assistant and went to a sink to wash off her face before bothering with a shower.

“Sweet match!” Jaqueline Beanstalk praised her, patting the victor firmly on the back.  “Didn’t know you girls were working with blood packs in here.”

Red raised her eyebrows and smirked.

“Oh, thanks. But we weren’t. That was real. I told her to go hard on me for this one.”

“Oh shit!” the dark-skinned stripper-wrestler replied in surprise. “Why’d you do that?”

“This win’s been a long time coming. We’ve been teasing it forever so I wanted it to be big.”

Red checked the mirror, thumbing at her split lip and the superficial scrapes and bruises she had on her face.

“Plus there’s been this guy trying to ask me out for a while and I thought some battle damage would scare him off.”