It had now been nine weeks to the day since Barbie Doll's first
wrestling
match and she was preparing herself to resume her quest to become
a female
wrestler.  Her first encounter had proven to be a learning
experience
which had taken her a full two weeks to recover from.  She was
taught some
valuable wrestling lessons by the more experienced ToniAnn, but
the Doll
was hoping to use those lessons to achieve the opposite result in
her
second match.  Her coach had arranged a match for this evening
against a
more suitable opponent, a woman who called herself Fire.  She was
similar
in size to ToniAnn, but much less accomplished in terms of
wrestling
skills and successes.  Fire was a brunette, standing about 5'4"
and
weighing about 125 pounds, compared to Barbie's 5'4" and 115
pounds.
Barbie had been training very hard for the past six weeks and had
lost
five pounds off her already slender frame, but she had also added
some
muscle definition.  She was stronger, wiser and ready for action.
Before
her first match she was probably a little overconfident and had
stars in
her eyes.  For this match her confidence was at a more reasonable
level
and she was fully aware of what could and does happen in the
wrestling
ring. <br>
<br>
As the sun set on this Saturday evening, Barbie kissed her two
kids and
her husband and left the house.  She had told him that she was
going out
with some friends and would be home late, not yet wanting to
reveal what
she would really be doing.  Wrestling was an escape from the real
world
for her.  She didn't have to be the perfect mother, wife and
employee, she
could let loose and reveal her other side, which seldom reared
it's head.
 As she drove to the arena, she mapped out her game plan in her
head and
thought about what lie ahead.  As she got closer to the arena she
could
feel herself getting nauseous, but she drove on hoping it would
pass.
Finally arriving at her destination, she parked her car and
walked inside.
 It was early, almost two hours away from the start of the
evening's bouts
and the place was empty.  She walked into the locker room where
it was a
different story all together.  All of the girls were already
there and
mulling about as they dressed and warmed up for their matches.
Barbie
Doll was greeted by her coach who escorted her to her changing
area and
tried to calm her down.  Barbie sat down and took a few deep
breaths
before undressing and slipping into her attire.  She decided to
go with a
new outfit for this match, slightly more revealing.  It was still
a one
piece suit but her back was completely exposed and it was cut up
high on
her thighs.  The neck line was also cut low, but her petite bosom
wasn't
exactly bulging out from behind it.  It was a floral print, multi-
colored
flowers on a white background, and it accented her body nicely.
She then
slipped on her white, calf-high leather boots and laced them up.
She was
now ready and spent the next few minutes stretching her muscles
before
getting in a light work-out.  Hers' would be the second match of
the
evening, so time was starting to run-out.  She ran through twenty
minutes
of calisthenics before retreating back to her dressing area.  Her
coach
rubbed her shoulders as they discussed the strategy, trying to
keep her
loose and confident.  The first match was already underway, and
by the
sound of the crowd, it appeared to be coming to a close.  One of
the men
from the organization stopped by and told her that she would be
on in five
minutes.<br>
<br>
Her heart started to beat faster and her palms started to sweat
as a sense
of panic came over her.  She remembered the pain of being beaten
in her
first match and the humiliation of laying in the ring as her
conqueror
celebrated the victory.  Her coach tried to calm her, but it was
time to
go.  She got up and was escorted to the entrance to the arena.
She would
be introduced first and before she knew it, the doors flew open
and she
was directed forward.  It was a larger crowd than her first
match,
probably about 250-300 people, and they seemed much louder.
Barbie
trotted forward to their cheers and quickly climbed into the
ring.  She
got a rush from the roar of the crowd and danced around the ring,
waving
to the cheering throng.   Out of the corner of her eye she caught
a
glimpse of Fire as she jogged forward.  Barbie Doll was amazed to
hear the
reaction of the crowd as they noticed her as well.  They started
to boo,
louder and louder as she drew closer to the ring.  As Fire
climbed in, the
boos were deafening.  Fire toyed with the crowd, mocking disgust
at them
as Barbie smiled, aware that she would have their full support.
After a
few minutes the crowd quieted down and the two women were
announced.
Barbie Doll received a roaring ovation while Fire was heckled and
jeered.
 Although she was ecstatic at their encouragement, she turned it
off as
she waited for the bell to ring.  Suddenly it did and the second
fight of
Barbie Doll's career was under way.<br>
<br>
She jogged out of corner and began circling to her right, all the
time
staring into Fire's eyes.  She saw something she had never seen
in anyone
she had sparred against before and quickly deduced why Fire was
given her
name.  Her eyes were aflame, blazing with intensity and a certain
sense of
evilness which Barbie Doll had never experienced.  A chill ran
down her
spine as she continued circling, realizing that she was in the
ring
against a malicious opponent.  She tried to ignore her fears, but
she was
paralyzed by Fire's cold stare.  Suddenly Fire stopped cold in
the center
of the ring and stretched her arms in front of her.  She was
challenging
Barbie to a test of strength, for which Barbie was reluctant to
participate.  She paused for a second and then hesitantly moved
forward to
accept the challenge.  She stepped closer and raised her hands,
but before
she could clasp them with her opponent's, Fire launched her knee
into the
air and rammed it into the Doll's ribs.  Barbie slumped forward,
wrapping
her arms around her wounded chest while Fire raised her hands in
the air
and clenched her fingers together.  She then drove them downward,
slamming
her joined fists into the lower portion of the Doll's back.
Barbie
collapsed to the canvas, groaning upon impact as Fire quickly
stepped
forward.  She placed her feet so that they straddled the Doll's
midsection
and then she reached forward and grabbed hold of her ankles.
Barbie was
lying face down as Fire pulled her legs backward, snapping the
Doll into a
Boston Crab before she knew what hit her.  She pulled the Doll's
trapped
legs back as far as she could, letting out a blood-curdling
scream in the
process.  The pressure on Barbie's back increased with each
second as Fire
tightened the hold and tugged her legs back, holding them
parallel to the
rest of her body.  Barbie was trapped and in trouble and feared
that she
would have to submit very shortly.  Fire screamed and grunted as
she tried
to further tighten the hold.  She adjusted her feet and
momentarily
loosened her grip to apply more pressure, but Barbie sensing her
only
opportunity, kicked her legs back with all of her might and
knocked Fire
backward.  The brunette tumbled backward behind Barbie and
crashed to the
mat below her.  The Doll struggled to get to her feet, but Fire
was up in
an instant and right back on her.  The Doll had risen to her
knees, but
Fire quickly grabbed hold of her long brown hair and pulled her
over to
the side ropes.  She tossed Barbie up against the rope and then
let go of
her hair.  She grunted in her face and then suddenly grabbed hold
of
Barbie's wrist.  The Doll was dumbstruck, amazed at how quickly
her
opponent had worked and could only comply with her moves.<br>
<br>
Fire tightened her grip on Barbie's wrist, grunted loudly and
then tossed
the diminutive wrestler toward the other end of the ring.  Barbie
involuntarily raced forward, bounced off of the side ropes and
returned
toward her attacker.  Fire was waiting for her, but Barbie ducked
beneath
her waiting forearm and proceeded forward.  Reaching the ropes,
she
grabbed hold for dear life and held herself up against them.
Fire was
angry and moved in quickly, racing toward the brown-eyed Barbie.
As Fire
approached, the Doll stepped aside, causing the brunette to grab
the empty
ropes.  Barbie quickly stepped up behind her and grabbed hold of
right
arm.  She clenched her wrist and twisted her right arm behind
her, forcing
it between her shoulder blades.  The crowd roared their approval
as Barbie
applied more pressure, wrenching Fire's arm behind her.  Fire
snorted and
grunted, but Barbie was not letting go, and had her trapped
against the
ropes.  Realizing that she couldn't hold her there all night,
Barbie flung
her around by the arm and tossed her toward the corner.  Fire
raced across
the ring, her body turning as she approached and finally slamming
into the
corner.  Fire's head snapped backward as her shoulders crashed
into the
turnbuckle.  Barbie Doll followed closely behind however, and
lowered her
shoulder as she drew closer.  She rammed her right shoulder into
Fire's
exposed paunch, causing her torso to tumble forward.  Barbie Doll
then
immediately straightened herself up and tossed the brunette into
place
over her right shoulder.  Adjusting her weight, she carried her
toward the
center of the ring, hanging off of her as the crowd applauded
wildly.
Barbie then began to spin, rotating her hanging opponent's body
as she
continued to circle.  After a full four revolutions, Barbie came
to a stop
and lowered her shoulder, dumping the ornery brunette to the mat.
Fire
landed in a heap before rolling onto her side and moaning.  <br>
<br>
The Doll was feeling euphoric as the crowd jumped to their feet
to cheer
her accomplishments.  She took a few seconds to clear her head,
but went
right back to work so as not to give her testy foe a chance to
recover.
She scampered down to Fire's feet, reached down and grabbed hold
of the
back of her right ankle with both hands.  She pulled Fire's leg
into the
air, flipping her onto her back in the process.  The Doll pushed
Fire's
leg upright so that it was perpendicular to the rest of her body
and held
it in place.  Fire was a thin girl, but had an unusual body.  Her
upper
body was thin, slender arms and a small chest, but her midsection
was soft
and fleshy.  Same with her legs.  Her calves were thin but her
upper
thighs were quite flabby.  The slender Barbie Doll noticed this
and
decided to take advantage of the brunette's weak looking legs.
Still
holding the right one erect, she raised her foot into the air and
then
stomped the sole of her boot into Fire's flabby hamstring.  The
spongy
skin on Fire's thighs jiggled wildly as Barbie again stomped her
boot into
the meaty thigh.  Fire screamed and slammed her arms against the
mat, but
was helpless to defend herself.  The Doll stomped down three more
times
before dropping the injured limb to the mat.  She straightened up
and took
a deep breath, but Fire alertly took advantage of her momentary
lapse.
Fire gathered her strength and leg-whipped the unsuspecting
Barbie Doll,
knocking her to the mat.  Before Barbie could react, Fire slid
alongside
her and grabbed hold of by the hair,  She raised her head up into
the air
and slid her right leg underneath the Doll's neck before dropping
it down.
 She then abruptly dropped her uninjured left leg on top of it,
trapping
the Doll in a head scissors.  Fire pushed her upper body up with
her hands
and then tightened the grip around Barbie's neck with her beefy
thighs. <br>
<br>
The Doll's head was now trapped between Fire's legs, and the
angry
brunette was tightening the grip.  Flower reached down and pulled
on
Barbie's hair, forcing her head further up between her legs so
that the
back of the Doll's neck was forced up against Fire's crotch.
Pushing her
upper body up further, Fire squeezed her thighs tightly around
Barbie's
neck, clamping her legs around her throat like a vise.  The crowd
jeered
and screamed their disapproval, but it only seemed to strengthen
Fire's
grip.  The Doll tried desperately to squirm out from beneath her
assailant's legs, but her grip was far too tight.  The pressure
on her
neck and throat grew to immense proportions, and Barbie felt
herself
getting light-headed.  She tried to slap at Fire's legs, but her
attempts
were weak and ineffectual.  Fire seemed content to keep the hold
on the
Doll for as long as possible, and held her there for almost two
minutes.<br>
<br>
Although in trouble, the Doll was still angry with herself.  She
had had
Fire in trouble and didn't follow through, and now she was paying
the
price.  As in her first fight, she had just learned a valuable
lesson,
"Technique is nothing without killer instinct".  Fire certainly
had the
killer instinct, and her thighs were demonstrating that on the
Doll's
crushed neck.  Having weakened Barbie, Fire loosened her grip and
grabbed
a handful of Barbie's hair.  She had succeeded in not only
weakening her
inexperienced opponent, but also allowing her own body to recover
from the
earlier attack.  Feeling rejuvenated, she stepped up her attack.
She
hauled Barbie onto her feet and then raced toward the corner of
the ring,
towing the cute, brown-haired girl behind her.  Reaching the
corner, she
stepped to the side and tossed the Doll's head forward, flinging
it into
the turnbuckle.  Barbie's head snapped off of the padded corner
and she
somersaulted onto the mat.  Fire was right back on her however,
and
repeated the drill in the other corner of the ring.  Barbie
rolled to a
halt on the mat and wrapped her arms around her throbbing head.
She
pulled her legs in close to her chest so that she could protect
her head,
but her butt stuck up in the air behind her.  Not one to pass up
such an
opportunity, Fire walked up behind her, kicked her leg back as
far as it
could go and then drove the toe of her black wrestling boot into
Barbie's
rear-end.  The Doll launched forward, her body fully extended as
she slid
several feet on her stomach.  Fire stood over her, her pale white
skin
shimmering in her black bikini as her body perspired slightly.
<br>
<br>
Not wasting any time, she reached down and grabbed hold of
Barbie's
ankles.  She flipped her over onto her back and then pulled her
ankles up
into the air.  She then wrapped her arms around the Doll's calves
and held
her fully out-stretched, inverted body up in the air.  Barbie's
hair
flopped down toward the mat and her arms drooped helplessly below
her.
Her face began to turn red as the blood rushed to it.  Fire then
swung her
back and forth, gaining momentum before taking off into a
whirling spin.
She circled around, twirling the extended Barbie around and
around.
Barbie's arms flew out in front of her as her slender body spun,
upside
down.  She grew dizzy quickly, flashes of light sailing before
her eyes as
the crowd voiced their displeasure.  Finally, Fire released her
grip and
tossed the diminutive woman into the air.  The Doll soared
forward before
sliding to a stop just below the ropes on the side of the ring.
She
opened her eyes, but everything was spinning and she was
extremely dizzy.
Fire too was dizzy, but she had the luxury of moving at her own
pace.  She
took a few seconds to steady herself, and then charged over to
the fallen
wrestler.  Barbie was curled into a ball, her honey colored skin
heaving
up and down as she tried to focus.  Fire grabbed hold of her
ankles again
and dragged her into the corner, lifting her legs into the air as
they
arrived at the destination.  She hauled them upward and then
dropped them
down over the rope, the back of Barbie's knees bending over the
two ropes
in the corner.  She was hanging upside down, her body falling
toward the
canvas, but held up by the ropes.  Fire then stepped back and
took a few
deep breaths while admiring her work.  The crowd was taunting
her, but she
seemed to take pleasure in their misery, especially in the misery
of her
sweet, little victim.  She stepped closer and began a brutal
assault,
stomping her boot over and over into Barbie Doll's vulnerable
midsection.
 The Doll's body bounced off of the corner with each kick, her
hair flying
wildly.  Fire stomped away for 30-40 seconds, landing several
vicious
blows.  She finally relented and walked away, choosing to further
taunt
the crowd as she left her dangling prey to hang from the
ropes.<br>
<br>
Fire worked the crowd on each side of the ring, shaking her fist
as she
stepped up onto the bottom rope so that they could see her more
clearly.
The roars became deafening as she strode back toward the
dumbfounded Doll.
 She reached down and placed her right hand under the Doll's chin
and
pulled it back from the corner.  She continued to pull until
Barbie's body
was suspended parallel to the mat, her face strained from the
inhuman grip
Fire had on her neck.  Fire then raised her left hand into the
air and
sent a powerful punch into the Doll's fully extended and
unprotected gut.
 The Doll screamed as Fire released her grip, sending her body
hurdling
back toward the corner and smacking against the turnbuckles.  She
bounced
off of the corner several times before her body settled, still
hanging
upside down.  She was coughing and gagging and trying to raise
her hands
to massage her brutalized tummy.  Fire marched back over and
grabbed hold
of the Doll's calves and tossed them back into the ring.  The
Doll's body
circled into the air before landing face first against the mat.
She lay
motionless as Fire raised her arms over her head in victory, to
the dismay
of the boisterous crowd.<br>
<br>
Fire celebrated her drubbing of Barbie Doll before walking
alongside her
and kicking the toe of her boot into the Doll's fleshy side.  The
Doll
groaned and rolled onto her back, her arms flopping helplessly
over her
head.  She was now laying face-up, her chest heaving as she
breathed
heavily, her face red and bruised.  Fire then walked up and
placed her
feet so that they straddled Barbie Doll's head as she stared down
into the
Doll's watery eyes.  Without warning, she pulled her feet out in
front of
her and leaped into the air.  She then descended rapidly before
her butt
landed on the Doll's chest.  Barbie's legs flew into the air and
she
moaned loudly while Fire slid herself up so that her crotch was
pressed
tightly up against the Doll's chin.  She squeezed her legs
together,
trapping the Doll's face between her sweaty, fleshy thighs as she
sat on
her shoulders.  That was it!  Fire sat their for almost a minute,
staring
into the Doll's glazed eyes as she raised her hands over her head
and
screamed.  Her thin body glistened under the lights, her flabby
thighs
squeezing Barbie Doll's cheeks together.  Eventually, she pushed
herself
up, placing her hand on the Doll's face and using it for leverage
and
then blew a kiss to the screaming crowd.  They started to throw
debris
into the ring, some of it hitting the debilitated Doll.  For her
last
insult, she stepped across the Doll's chest as she made her way
out of the
ring and was escorted back to the locker room.  The Doll remained
motionless for almost 5 minutes before gingerly rolling to her
side and
pushing herself onto her knees.  Her second painful lesson in
female
wrestling had now been completed and she had paid a large price
to receive
it.  As she slowly got to her feet, the crowd began to boo her,
disappointed in her poor showing.  As she was helped back to the
dressing
room, she pondered her future as a wrestler as she cried while
the crowd
continued to boo her.<br>
<br>




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