Grimm Wrestling: Aura the Sleeperhold Beauty vs Wanda the Witch (Patreon)

Not a ton to say on this one? More fairy tale wrestling strippers. Aura's gotten a bit of a raw deal, if for a pretty good reason. She can actually wrestle and isn't as flirty or sexy as the others, so wouldn't be as popular. I felt like putting her up against a bigger name like Wanda to show what she can do. 

Man, I do love a bitchy, cheating wrestler gal though...

Grimm’s was always lively whenever fight night came around. It had become a highlight for the stripclub. Between all their fairy tale themed characters and wild storylines.

Tonight had one of their biggest stars competing in Wanda the Wicked Witch. The brunette came striding towards the wrestling ring, proudly holding her hands over her head like an evil queen entering her domain. She wore a black singlet and thigh high boots that seemed to match her long, dark hair. Most notable of all was always her skin. The curvy stripper loved to go all out with her character and painted her skin a deep shade of green. Given the nature of their matches and her work, it was well known that the color covered nearly every inch of her. She wore a trailing cloak and a pointed hat that she quickly shed near the ring, giving a confident shake of her ass before she prowled into the ring. She carried a broomstick across her shoulders, twirling and flourishing it like a baton before setting it outside the ring.

Her opponent had a very different disposition. Aura “The Sleeperhold Beauty” was athletically built and a classically trained wrestler before she had joined Grimm’s. She knew her way around a hold better than the rest of the wrestlers, but that rigidity kept her from taking down some of the higher ranking members.

Aura approached the ring with a snooty dignity rather than the naughty adoration that Wanda carried. She dressed in a fur-lined robe over her robin’s egg blue swimsuit and tall white boots. Her fair skin and long blonde hair that curled at the tips gave her a proper princess look, creating a natural contrast to Wanda. Her skill in the ring, frosty attitude and aloof demeanor still got her plenty of fans.

Aura leapt over the ropes and landed in a graceful crouch. She shrugged off her robe, taking her time slipping out of it to add a little tease to the fans while pretending it was a coincidence. She kicked it out of the ring and scowled seriously at Wanda, who was smugly leaning back into her corner.

“You’re nothing but a bunch of dirty tricks, but I’m not one of these everyday sluts. You can’t beat a real wrestler!” Aura announced.

“And yet D’s get degrees,” Wanda joked confidently.

“Or do you actually think you can stop me, princess?”

Aura scowled and the bell rang, cuing both ladies to step out to the middle of the ring. Wanda stopped short to hold out a handshake, even with her mocking grin glued to her face. The audience called all sorts of warnings but Aura looked it over and slowly reached out to take it.

The witch had a trick up her sleeve, as always. She gripped the blonde by the wrist and took a sharp step back, pivoting and pulling on the arm to whip Aura towards the ropes.

Aura’s own foresight and experience was already on the same wavelength. She reacted perfectly, catching Wanda’s arm on the way in. She turned as soon as she reached the peak of the Irish whip, turning and throwing her in a sudden counter. Wanda gasped as her trick was turned back on her and she was flung at the ropes instead. Her thick green ass squeezed out between the ropes before she came slingshotting back, just for Aura to throw a high kick to her chest. The heel of her boot crashed into Wanda’s chest. Her tits bounced wildly as she went crashing down to the mats.

“Is that your best? The oldest tricks in the book?” Aura taunted.

The witch pushed back up to a sitting position, rubbing her stinging chest. She flashed her opponent an unsteady smirk.

“If I’d known you were going to be judging me by quality, I’d have gone for something sleazier, then,” Wanda jabbed right back.

Aura gave her the room to get back up to properly size her up for another attack. What seemed to be a combination of her old school wrestling and simply not trusting Wanda when she was cornered left her cautious enough to allow it. Wanda circled with her before they lunged in for an actual lockup. They both grabbed at each other, Wanda taking Aura by the hair while she took the green woman by the shoulders. Aura winced from the stinging hair pull, but it didn’t give her the leverage that the pro blonde was after.

Aura started to power Wanda back until she was pressed against the ropes, but the witch stopped there to drive a knee into the blonde’s stomach. Aura grunted as her momentum was finally cut off. Wanda threw a hand around Aura’s waist, grabbing and pulling up on the back of her swimsuit to wedgie it up tightly. The pale wrestler gasped as it dug deep into her ass and pussy.

“Can’t forget to floss, princess~!” Wanda mocked before pulling Aura’s head under her arm.

With a firm grip on the stunned blonde, Wanda showily lifted her up and hurled her overhead, effectively suplexing her out of the ring entirely. Aura went flying over the ropes and onto the mats outside, selling her landing with a lot of firm flopping from the impact. Wanda took a moment to brush her hair aside before sliding out of the ring to go after her downed opponent.

“Ngh… you dirty cheat,” Aura grunted weakly as she pushed herself up to all fours.

Wanda casually pushed a boot against her side, shoving her back down again.

“Oh come now. I’m not so bad. I can be quite generous.”

Wanda grabbed and pulled on Aura’s hair, dragging her up to her knees. The blonde winced as she was forced up and Wanda pulled her arms behind her back, forcing the wrestle princess to thrust her chest outward. She blushed across her pale cheeks as Wanda paraded her in front of the fans, a few of them sneaking in groping feels over Aura’s chest.

“See? I’m very generous with things that aren’t mine!” Wanda laughed in her foe’s ear.

“Too bad I’ll be making you my bitch after this, so I can keep you all to myself!”

Wanda pulled up on the back of Aura’s one piece, wedging it up her ass and turning to hurl her back towards the ring. Aura grunted hard as her upper body crashed into the ring apron, bracing her arms on the mats. Wanda grabbed her hair and pulled her back to slam her head back down, but Aura thought quickly and raised her boot to stop herself.

Wanda was surprised when things didn’t go her way for once. That let Aura reach behind her, grabbing the witch’s dark hair and flipping her expertly over her shoulder. Wanda yelped as she went crashing into the aluminum ring steps and stayed down for a few pained seconds.

Aura took the moment to regroup, which meant awkwardly picking the wedgie out of her ass. She grabbed the back of Wanda’s dark singlet and threw her back into the ring while she was still nursing her back. The blonde followed her as far as the ring apron, but scaled the turnbuckle instead. When Wanda stumbled back to her feet, she turned looking for Aura. She found her in the form of a flying pair of boots colliding with her face, sending Wanda flying back down to the mats.

The audience cheered as Aura kept the heel on the run. Wanda wasn’t used to being on the defensive, favoring to dominate weaker foes and slip in a trick or two to undermine her tougher competition. She crawled on all fours towards her corner, but Aura caught her by her leg. Wanda struggled wildly, kicking and thrashing as tgey both tried to pull her along. Aura grabbed anything she could, which ended up in her grabbing and loudly ripping off her foe’s spandex. Wanda gave an exaggerated gasp and look of shock at her opponent, making only a token effort to cover her green bosom. Aura frowned at her, just to shake out the ruined costume. Several small bottles and a palm-sized iron rod fell from secreted spots hidden inside.

Wanda gave her a charming smile as her only indication of apology.

“You’re a pathetic joke of a wrestler,” Aura scoffed as she kicked her clothes and gear out of the ring.

She grabbed Wanda by the hair but the witch suddenly raked a fingernail across her eyes. Aura recoiled with a shriek as she clutched her face.

“At least I’m a joke who can see!” Wanda gloated cruelly.

Aura flailed a hand around blindly, but Wanda was quick to reach for her corner. She snatched up the broomstick she’d stashed there, turning back and starting to wail on Aura with it like it was a cane. The loud, sharp smacking indicated the painful but mostly harmless stinging as Aura flinched away each time, brought down to her knees before long.

“Once again it falls on me to sweep up the trash around here!” Wanda boasted as she raised her broom high overhead.

She tried to bring it crashing down on Aura’s head but the wrestling princess raised a hand and caught it on the way down. Once again Wanda was shocked to have someone come back from her nasty ways.

“It takes more than some trick to bring down a pro,” Aura growled as she rose up to her feet.

Wanda seemed stunned and backed away sheepishly, but they both still clutched the broom keeping them both close together. Aura slugged her quickly in the stomach, making Wanda grunt and double over. Her face twisted into an uncomfortable smirk.

“Of course… that’s why I brought TWO!”

From somewhere within her dark locks, she produced a small bottle of dark blue liquid. She swung it and smashed it to pieces on the side of Aura’s head, breaking their deadlock and sending the blonde crumbling back to her knees. She rubbed the sore spot until Wanda capitalized by grabbing her hair and pushing her head between the ropes. She planted a long green leg across the back of her head, pressing her weight down on her to choke her across the rope. Aura’s legs kicked around wildly, gagging and coughing as her pale face reddened in front of the crowd.

Wanda was quick to get some revenge as she grabbed and pulled at Aura’s spandex. Her leotard tore almost suspiciously well as she left her opponent just as naked as she was, down to nothing but her boots. Only then did she let up, yanking Aura up to her feet and shoving her back against the ropes. A wicked green forearm backhanded her across the chest, swatting Aura’s smaller breasts.

Aura winced and coughed for air as Wanda grabbed her arm, slingshotting her across the ring. The blonde athlete went rushing out of control across the ring with Wanda charging a few paces behind her. It was to the witch’s surprise when they reached the ropes and Aura acrobatically dipped into a baseball style slide, slipping under the bottom rope and catching it on her way out. The naked blonde swung herself back around as Wanda hit the ropes herself, her green tits squashing out across the top rope as she stopped herself flummoxed. Aura swung back up to her feet, standing on the ring apron as she drove a knee up into Wanda’s gut. The witch huffed and doubled over as Aura hammered her with a few more before she grabbed Wanda around the head and jumped off the ring apron, spiking her neck down onto the ropes with a DDT. Wanda gagged and flopped back into the ring, rubbing her neck and thrashing in pain.

Aura hurried back into the ring, grabbing one of Wanda’s legs and rolling her up for a pin. Wanda wasn’t fully out yet, so the witch rolled with the move and flipped Aura over. She folded her up tightly enough to leave the blonde’s legs and ass right over her own face, getting a quick “1! 2!”

Aura kicked out with one leg, once again showing her impressive ring awareness. She reached the ropes with one boot and kept it hooked on there, breaking the pin count. Wanda looked confused when the bell didn’t ring despite the crowd hitting 3, but she looked around and scowled at the rope break. She slapped it down and laid across Aura’s stomach this time, pushing her hands down authoritatively on her chest.

“Stay down, you mouthy little twat,” Wanda growled.

She got another two count but Aura thrashed again, hooking her foot on the ropes once again. Wanda growled in frustration, slamming Aura with a few forearms before dragging her into the middle of the ring. She hooked the blonde’s leg and lifted her up for a leg-spreading pin to add insult to her defeat, but she only got to one.

This time Aura swung her free leg up, nailing Wanda in the side of her face with a firm knee. The witch’s head jerked from the blow, so Aura kept them coming, rocking her harder each time. Wanda was looking rather punchdrunk on her knees by the time Aura sprang up and threw a few sharp side kicks into her big green boobs until some of the bodypaint smeared off on her laces.

Wanda finally threw a punch at her, but the sweaty and angry Aura was still a step ahead of her. She sidestepped it gracefully and leapt into a hurricanrana-looking flip, lashing her legs around the witch’s neck. She took her for a swift spin before landing on her back and swinging her legs to bang Wanda’s head into the mats (and her face into Aura’s pussy). Her pained grunt came out muffled by her muff until she was shoved face-first to the mats. Aura moved fluidly to trap one of Wanda’s arms behind her shoulder in a painful bend while her other hand pulled up on her chin. Wanda’s body was twisted out of shape in The Sleeperhold Beauty’s devastatingly complex finisher, The Spinning Wheel Choke.

Wanda screamed and struggled, her neck and back bent and crushed in the combination arm bar, camel clutch and head scissor. She shook her head and shoved at the mats, doing little but jiggling her jugs for the crowd. She could barely move as Aura glared at her and twisted her arm further, getting a shrill scream from the witch. Wanda finally started slapping the mats, tapping out at last. The bell rang and Aura released her, stepping back and raising her fist to the crowd as she was declared the winner.

She made the mistake of turning her back on Wanda. The bitter witch rubbed her aching arm before charging at her from behind, hammering her with vengeful forearms to the back. Aura dropped to her knees, throwing up her arms to shield herself from the ambush.

“You smug little bitch! You think you’re better than me!?” Wanda hissed viciously.

It seemed like someone would need to come to Aura’s rescue, but she grabbed at the mats ahead of her. She snatched up the discarded broomstick from earlier and shoved it between Wanda’s legs before swinging it straight upward. The same sharp slapping noise from before sounded off again as the green woman clutched her crotch, her jaw dropping wide open as she fell to her knees. Aura hastily rolled out of the ring, leaving her with the broom stuck between her legs in an especially witchy manner (if a more painful one than she intended). Aura scowled back at her and snatched up a microphone as the crowd cheered for her win.

“It suits you,” Aura called out confidently, even as she rubbed her neck.

“Witches are going to ride their broomsticks, and real wrestlers?”

Aura thumped a fist against one of her jiggling breasts. “We win matches.”