The results of the first match filtered back to the locker room quickly, even before Maggie had been helped out of the ring. The word that Fire had savagely beaten Maggie, resulting in Fire's disqualification, came as no surprise though to the 2 combatants of the second match, Stacey and Barbie Doll. Barbie Doll had both faced Fire as an opponent and wrestled with her as a tag team partner, and she knew the two sides of the unpredictable wrestler. The Doll's most recent match was a tag team in which she teamed with Fire, who was essentially non-existent. This forced Barbie to wrestle virtually single-handed against the Pretty Girls, with obvious results. But in only her second match, earlier in her career, she had wrestled against Fire and witnessed first-hand her vicious side as well, resulting in the Doll's second straight loss as a rookie. Stacey was also very familiar with Fire's seemingly split personality. She was a member of the Pretty Girls, and together with her partner Heather, beat Fire and Barbie Doll in that tag match. But Stacey then faced Fire in a singles match, well if you want to call it a match. Actually you could say more accurately that Fire mugged Stacey. Even before Stacey got into the ring, Fire assaulted her before the bell and attempted to beat the hell out of her. Fire had to be pulled off of Stacey, but not before doing some damage, which resulted in the fiery brunette's disqualification. But even though both women were familiar with Fire, neither dwelled on the outcome of the just completed match. Instead they each went about preparations for the impending match against each other.

Barbie Doll was trying to resurrect a wrestling career which had taken a turn for the worse. She had been wrestling for just a tad over a year, but in that time, she had experienced both ups and downs. Barbie had just started wrestling about a year ago at the age of 35. That put her at a distinct disadvantage, since she started much later in life than virtually all of the other girls. And even at this point after wrestling for only about a year, was the least experienced wrestler in the federation. But she took her training very seriously, an advantage of being older and wiser, working with a personal coach for 3 full months before she had her first match. She religiously studied moves, holds and technique, not just when she started out, but even now. Barbie had respect for the wrestling craft, and worked hard to master it. And at just 5'5" and 115 lbs, she needed to make up for her lack of size and strength with an edge in technical ability. She had done a good job of that so far. She was respected as a knowledgeable wrestler who learned something from every match, win or lose. Another important aspect of Barbie's attitude toward wrestling was her desire to succeed through honest, sportsmanlike methods, not relying on cheating or dirty tactics. As a result, she had developed a small but loyal following who admired her devotion to the sport. Some fans seemed even related to her on a personal level, since Barbie had that "girl next door" appeal. She often reminded some fans of their wives or girlfriends or sisters. She was a housewife, and mother of 2 young chidden. She didn't dedicate a great deal of time to her appearance, though she was best described as "very cute". The little free time she had was spent on her wrestling, with the rest of her time dedicated to her family. Her hands were red from washing dishes and raising the kids, not manicured or pampered. Her face, though appealing, was not made-up or given any special beauty treatment. Her body was in good shape, but with no outstanding features. The only physical indulgence she allowed herself was her hair. It was long, cascading down to her shoulder blades. The color was a frosted, sandy color streaked with blonde highlights, which were treated once per month at the beauty salon. That was the only special treatment she allowed herself. Her opponent though, was quite a different story.

Stacey was a 28 year old, very single woman. She lived with a few friends in the city, and very much enjoyed the single life, the spotlight and adulation of the wrestling fans. She was an attractive woman, profiled in one of the wrestling magazines as "almost beautiful". She stood a statuesque 5'8" and weighed 140 lbs. But where Barbie did not dedicate a great deal of time to her physical appearance, Stacey paid a great deal of attention to hers. She was blessed with some very nice features and some others which were non-descript, but she had a knack for emphasizing her finer points while enhancing the lesser. She had a pretty face, even though it's features were less than perfect. Her eyes were very pretty, but small, so she used mascara and eye liner to effectively brighten and enlarge them. Her skin was a healthy, pink/white color, and needed little help. Her hands were soft and smooth, her finger and toenails painted to match her attire. Her frizzy brown hair was shoulder length, but shiny and soft as silk, much softer looking than Barbie's. Her body was long and lean, in good shape, but not awe-inspiring. But without question, her most outstanding feature was her legs. They seemed to stretch upward forever, shapely but strong. Her calves were contoured nicely and her thighs were meaty, without being fat. Stacey was well aware of this, and did whatever she could to emphasize her outstanding gams. She had them waxed and massaged monthly, and even oiled them before each match, much to the delight of the crowds. But in addition to their beauty, Stacey's legs were also deadly. In her prior federation, Stacey was well known for her powerful and debilitating scissors holds. Many opponents submitted to their crushing squeeze, to the point where her scissors became known as " The Curvaceous Crush!", but Stacey had yet to display her specialty in her new federation. Otherwise, Stacey's wrestling skills were truly average. She was part of the Pretty Girls tag team, but her partner Heather was by far the more skilled, and also the more beautiful of the two. Stacey often wrestled in Heather's shadow, with her partner drawing most of the attention. And though they were great friends, Stacey was determined to also make a name for herself. She had joined this new federation just a few months ago, and this would only be her second singles match as a member. The first, against Fire, was a nightmare for Stacey, and she was determined to put on a good show against Barbie Doll, hoping to use her assets to the best of her ability.

Once Maggie was finally helped out of the ring, the two women were called individually to enter the arena. The first match had been one-sided, with a violent ending, just the way this crowd liked it. As a result, they had worked themselves into a frenzy, and as Barbie stood at the door waiting to be let into the arena, she sensed the electricity. The door was opened and she began her trek to the ring, receiving an amicable, if not jubilant greeting. Barbie opted for a one piece suit, and as she climbed into the ring, the crowd looked her over. It was a leopard print swimsuit, cut high in the thighs to lengthen the appearance of her shorter legs and it scooped down in the back to provide some excitement. It was an off-the-rack swimsuit, but looked very nice on her. Barbie's skin was a golden, honey color, which blended nicely with the background of the leopard print. Her skin color was not achieved however from the sun, but was rather evidence of her southern European descent. Her long, curly, sandy colored hair also complemented the brownish tones, tying everything together. She looked great, very cute, but was certainly not an intimidating presence. As she bounced into her corner, Stacey began to make her way forward, and was greeted with a much more lively response. She wore a glittery, purple bikini, cut specifically for her body, and the crowd was very appreciative for that. Stacey took long, slow strides toward the ring, giving the crowd the chance to get a good look at her. Her long legs shimmered from the massage oil she had applied earlier, her nails matching perfectly to the color of her suit. She climbed up between the ropes, cognizant of where Barbie was the whole time. She remembered how Fire had ambushed her in her last match, and would not allow that to happen again. Stacey walked slowly toward her corner, a smugness to her strut which Barbie did not appreciate. But Stacey merely smirked at her, enjoying the partisanship of the crowd, and basking in the fact that it had gotten under Barbie's skin. She slinked to her corner and positioned herself against the ropes, arching her back as the crowd cheered. As the two women stood in opposite corners, it became apparent that this was sort of a "Peasant against a Princess" sort of match. The cute but common Barbie Doll against the coifed and curvy Stacey.

The two were ready for battle, and the side judge wasted no time in ringing the bell to mark the start of the match. Keeping with her pretentious attitude, Stacey moved slowly out of her corner, glaring pretentiously at the Doll who was bouncing actively in a circular motion. The eyed each other as they made a complete revolution of the ring before each lunged forward and locked up in the center of the ring. The crowd began to roar, still stimulated from the first match, as the two women jockeyed for an advantage. Stacey reached forward and grabbed a clump of Barbie's hair, but the smaller wrestler reacted quickly by clamping hold of Stacey's other wrist and twisting it into an armbar. Stacey's body lurched into the air as Barbie wrenched her long, slender arm. Barbie moved her body in a circle and switched quickly to a safer, side wristlock. Stacey was bowed forward, her arm twisted out to her side while Barbie kept the pressure on. Barbie had locked a grip onto Stacey's wrist at the exact point which would exert the most pressure on her trapped limb. Stacey's wrist and elbow began to ache instantly as she hobbled slowly forward, following the Doll's lead. Barbie then quickly whipped the trapped arm in around, flipping Stacey into the air and sending her crashing to the mat on her back. But the alert Doll never relinquished her grip and immediately used it to pluck Stacey off of the mat by her arm. Stacey began to groan as she rose reluctantly. Again she was forced to bow forward from the pressure, her arm stretched to her side while Barbie worked it over. The Doll twisted as hard as she could, entwining Stacey's limb with the painful hold. But the Doll did not stop there. Still clenching Stacey's wrist, she walked up in front of her, and in one move, released the wrist lock while placing Stacey in a front headlock. She wrapped her arm around the bowed girl's throat, keeping her trapped in the hunched position. Stacey was angry, but the Doll was beating her to each move, and seemed to really have her act together. Although not in a painful hold at this point, Stacey was angry and embarrassed. Her entire body was bent forward and her head was trapped beneath Barbie's arm while resting against her hip, not exactly where she wanted it to be.

Barbie kept the hold in place, using her other hand to jar Stacey's head to the side by her chin in order to emphasize the pressure on her neck. Stacey tried to lock her arm around the Doll's waist, but Barbie thwarted her attempts easily. Barbie then gave a quick and effective twist to Stacey's chin while dropping to the mat, forcing the statuesque brownette down with her. Barbie landed on her butt and completely spun Stacey around in the process so that her back landed on the mat with Barbie sitting right next to her head. Before Stacey knew what hit her though, the Doll scooted down towards Stacey's legs and grabbed hold of them while on her knees. Stacey thrust her right leg upward though, forcing Barbie to lose her balance and tumble over to the side. But before Stacey could regain her composure, Barbie got right up onto her feet and again reached for her legs. Barbie grabbed hold of Stacey's right ankle, but again Stacey lifted and then lunged it forward, kicking Barbie in the gut and knocking her back against the ropes. The Doll was surprised at how strong Stacey's leg was, and was aware to respect that going forward. But she didn't dwell on it, and again got in position before Stacey could get up. This time Barbie charged over to the side of Stacey's right leg, a less dangerous position than before. She reached down and grabbed a hold of Stacey's leg from behind her knee, a less dangerous place than she had grabbed before. Again Stacey bucked, but this time Barbie was out of harm's way, and able to retain her grasp. She elevated Stacey's leg, and then twirled herself around so that she was now standing between the downed wrestler's limbs, holding her right leg in the air. She then made another adjustment while reaching for Stacey's left leg, before the Pretty Girl was able to defend herself. Stacey now had both her legs in Barbie's clutches but not for long, or so she thought. She began to kick her legs violently, but Barbie was a step ahead of her. Before Stacey could gather any momentum, the Doll had placed herself in the perfect position to drop to the mat while applying a figure four leg lock. Stacey didn't know what hit her until Barbie was seated on the mat and Stacey's legs began to ache. Barbie had done a masterful job of applying the hold, and now she just had to keep it on long enough to do it's work. Stacey's long legs were in excruciating pain, but she was helpless. She planted her elbows on the mat, lifting her head up for a look before throwing it back toward the mat and screaming as the pain became unbearable. Barbie meanwhile was not satisfied and worked to insure that Stacey could not escape, adjusting her body positioning so that she was in the perfect spot. After about 30 seconds, Stacey's screams became louder, and Barbie looked across at her. "SUBMIT?" Barbie asked calmly. Stacey raised her head and looked across with an angry expression, but did not reply. Barbie then adjusted the hold to tighten it further, and Stacey's head again dropped backward. She didn't know how much more she could take.

What seemed like an eternity passed, and Stacey's screams began to turn to whimpers. Barbie gave her another chance. "SUBMIT?" she asked again, but Stacey just thrashed her head from side to side in response. Barbie realized that if she kept the hold on much longer, Stacey would suffer an injury, so she released it and dropped the gorgeous legs to the mat, while Stacey rolled onto her side in agony. Barbie pushed herself up onto her feet as the crowd reacted positively, cheering the successful execution of the painful hold. Barbie took her time getting up, but was cognizant not to take her eye off of Stacey. She had obviously done her homework, remembering the effectiveness of Stacey's scissors and trying to get to her powerful legs early. She rose to her feet before calculating her next move. Stacey meanwhile was in agony. Her long legs were screaming, her knees throbbing. She rolled onto her other side just as Barbie reached down to grab her wrist. But Stacey reacted and grabbed hold of Barbie's arm as it reached downward, flipping the smaller woman over her and sending her sailing across the ring. Barbie landed on her back, startled by the quick reactions. But Stacey was unable to get up quickly, and Barbie beat her to the punch. Rising to her feet, Barbie was a bit dizzy from the quick toss, but she regrouped and charged over to the still fallen Stacey. This time she moved down towards Stacey's legs, but the fallen Pretty Girl whipped her damaged legs around, knocking Barbie to the mat again. This time Stacey made an effort to get up, and did so at about the same time as the Doll. Both girls were now on their feet, though Stacey was a bit shaky on her aching legs. Barbie moved cautiously, realizing that she needed to move quickly to maintain the upper hand, but aware of her opponent's quickness. She gradually moved closer until she was able to reach for Stacey's wrist, but the long-legged beauty was ready. As Barbie lunged forward, Stacey wrapped one arm beneath the Doll's legs and the other beneath her back, cradling her body between them as she hoisted her into the air. The Doll was spread out across Stacey's arm and began to kick her legs and wave her arms, but Stacey was unperturbed. She heaved Barbie Doll's body up into the air, and then knelt down below her as she waited for opponent to descend. Barbie was facing upward and completely laid out as her body started to fall. A wide smile stretched across Stacey's face just an instant before Barbie Doll's back slammed against her extended knee in a painful backbreaker. Barbie groaned as the pain shot through her body while it collapsed on either side of Stacey's oiled leg. The crowd cheered wildly for the Pretty Girl as she reveled in the sight of her foe's outstretched body below her.

The sudden change of events seemed to please the crowd, which was partial to Stacey to begin with. She smiled as they cheered her, but the throbbing and aching in her legs would not go away, and that wiped the smile off of her face eventually. Barbie remained draped across her leg for a few more seconds, but rather than dumping the leopard clad wrestler to the mat, Stacey reached forward and again cupped her arms beneath the Doll's shoulders and legs. Barbie's body drooped off of Stacey's arms, but the fear in her eyes was evidence that she knew what she was in for. Stacey slowly pushed herself up off of her knee and onto her feet, cradling Barbie in her arms. Barbie Doll made an effort to kick her legs, but the pain in her back prevented her from putting up much of a fight. The crowd continued to cheer as Stacey set herself, and then hastily dropped Barbie's body downward while dropping to one knee. Again Barbie's lower back smacked against Stacey's hard knee, and her light brown body faltered over Stacey's leg. Barbie's expression turned from one of fear to one of anguish as her entire lower back grew numb. Stacey again seemed in no rush to push the grieving woman off of her, instead displaying her wilted body for several more seconds. Finally though, Stacey pushed Barbie off of her, and sent her rolling to the mat in a crumpled heap. The Doll rolled onto her side and tried to arch her back to relieve the pain, but little comfort came from her efforts. Stacey placed her other knee on the mat, and let her butt slump back against her feet as she knelt upright. Her legs were still throbbing, but the pain was gradually diminishing and she took a moment to compose herself. She then rose to her feet and received a loud ovation from the crowd, which she acknowledged with a shy smile. She looked down at Barbie as her legs continued to throb mildly, but felt the satisfaction in knowing that she had gotten her pay back.

Barbie, meanwhile was in agony. She lay on her side, trying desperately to massage her aching back as Stacey walked over toward her. Stacey stepped up in front of her, but Barbie quickly reached forward and grabbed hold of her right ankle, hoping to discourage any attack Stacey was planning. But the statuesque wrestler simply smirked before kicking her right leg forward as if Barbie's grip was non-existent. Her foot smashed right into Barbie's gut, and caused the aching Doll to wheeze before curling forward into the fetal position. Stacey then reached down and grabbed a handful of Barbie's thick, curly locks and hauled her up onto her feet. As soon as Barbie got both feet beneath her however, Stacey bowed forward, placing her shoulders beneath the Doll's body. In one move, she stood upright, lifting the Doll across her shoulders and hoisting her into the air. Barbie's golden skin contrasted to Stacey's light pink as the leopard clad wrestler was laid across Stacey's squared shoulders. Stacey wrapped one arm around Barbie's neck and the other around her legs as she began to parade her foe around the ring, much to the delight of the cheering throng. Barbie tried to kick in protest, but it was ineffective as Stacey had her body under tight wraps. After parading once around the ring, Stacey marched back to the center and unceremoniously dumped the Doll off of her shoulders, sending her tumbling toward the mat. Barbie landed in a heap, her arms falling helplessly at her sides as she was sprawled out on her back. Her small chest heaved up and down and her body glimmered from perspiration as Stacey stood over her. Barbie was in trouble, and both she and Stacey knew it. But that did nothing but delight Stacey, and she certainly not about to cut her downed opponent any slack.

Stacey reached down and grabbed a fistful of Barbie's hair, again plucking her off of the canvas. This time she pulled her up all of the way, allowing the Doll to plant her feet. Stacey then grabbed hold of Barbie's arm and began to pull her in a circle. Stacey remained planted in the center of the ring, moving her feet so that she could orbit Barbie Doll around her. After 2 full revolutions, Stacey let go, sending the Doll sailing toward the side ropes. Barbie bounced off of them and then raced back toward the waiting Stacey, who had ducked down to submarine her. But miraculously, Barbie leapfrogged Stacey and continued forward, bouncing off of the ropes on the other side of the ring and charging back before Stacey could set herself. As she approached, Barbie used her momentum to leap into the air, pulling her arm out alongside her body in the process. The surprised Stacey looked on in shock as Barbie landed a flying clothesline right to her throat. Both Stacey and Barbie Doll plummeted to the mat, Stacey falling backward, covering her throat while Barbie fell forward. The Doll was in a much better position, and was able to break her fall with her arms while Stacey's back slammed against the mat and she rolled head over heels before landing face down. Barbie slowly pushed herself up onto her knees while Stacey clenched her throat, still laying on her stomach. The crowd reacted, but it was unclear whether they were pleased or not. They generated a great deal of noise, but it did not sound like cheers. Barbie, now kneeling upright, took several deep breaths before pulling one leg out in front of her, and then the other. She got to her feet just as Stacey rolled onto her side. The Doll was still in pain, but knew she needed to fight through it. She walked over to Stacey, who was starting to get to her knees, and kicked her back to the mat. Then Barbie, wasting no time, reached down and grabbed a hold of Stacey's left ankle. She pulled it up into the air as she stood alongside the downed Pretty Girl and then planted her own foot into the side of Stacey's midsection. Barbie then reached down and grabbed a hold of Stacey's left wrist, also pulling that into the air. Barbie now had a hold of Stacey's arm and leg, with her own foot wedged into Stacey's side. She began to pull back, pressing forward with her foot as she leaned back to gain leverage. Stacey's body began to fold in half, forming the shape of a "U" as Barbie continued to stretch her out. The crowd's reaction became louder, the cheers becoming more separable from the boos, but a fair amount of each being voiced.

Stacey's face grew contorted as did the skin on her left side which began to wrinkle together from her body being folded, while the skin on the right side of her body was stretched like rubber. Stacey began to protest, yelling and then eventually screaming as Barbie kept stretching her. After almost 2 full minutes, the Doll finally let go, dropping Stacey's arm and leg back to the canvas. But Barbie wasn't done. She was moving slowly, her back still aching, but she was moving with determination. She reached down and grabbed a handful of Stacey's hair, which was a sure sign that she was upset. Barbie rarely resorted to grabbing hair, which was by the way a legal tactic, but she realized that she was in a fight for her life and was determined to win. She pulled Stacey up onto her feet and pulled her into the corner. Barbie took a deep breath while still holding Stacey's hair, and then took off toward the opposite corner of the ring. She pulled Stacey along by the hair, the taller girl bent forward as she ran behind Barbie. Reaching the corner, Barbie stepped to the side while forcing Stacey's bowed head toward the turnbuckle. Stacey's head careened off of the turnbuckle as she stood upright from the blast, her body turning a half revolution before stopping. Stacey was upright, her arms drooped at her sides, her face blank and expressionless. Her once healthy looking skin now looked pale and clammy as she was obviously disoriented. But Barbie, starting to receive more cheers from the partial crowd, again grabbed hold of Stacey's sot hair and backed into the corner. Repeating the prior move, she took of again and slammed Stacey's head down into the turnbuckle. Stacey's head ricocheted off of it and she stood erect, a vacant look on her face before she fell forward into the corner. Stacey was now propped up against the ropes, her arms laying over the top as she sagged down from the corner. Barbie, panting from the dash, took just a second or two to catch her breath however, before resuming her attack.

She stepped forward and grabbed a handful of Stacey's hair, pulling her out of the corner. She pulled her upright and turned her around to face the opposite side of the ring. Barbie then let go of Stacey's hair and grabbed her wrist. Taking a few steps forward, Barbie then slingshot Stacey forward, sending her running toward the opposite corner. The force of the push spun Stacey as she ran so that her back smacked against the turnbuckle and her head snapped back from the impact. Her arms plopped over the top rope and she twitched for a few seconds before settling back into the corner. Barbie looked on with satisfaction, then placed her hands on her knees and took a well deserved breather. Stacey meanwhile, who took so much pride in her appearance, was a bit of a mess. From her greasy, wet skin to her tousled hair, she looked like she had been in a fight. Barbie was not much better. Her hair was also disheveled, her skin shining from her perspiration and dotted with bruises. She curled her back as she remained bent forward, catching her breath. The action stopped for a little while, as both battlers regrouped, or tried to. Finally Barbie stood upright and began to make her way across the ring. She had still not won the entire crowd over, but seemed to have picked up some new fans who were cheering her on. She looked into Stacey's eyes, or tried to, but the long legged beauty's head was bowed in front of her. Barbie gave a sigh of relief as she approached, realizing that her opponent was out of it. But to her surprise, as she reached the corner, Stacey thrust her legs into the air and instantly wrapped them around the Doll's head. Barbie raised her hands to try and pull them off of her, but Stacey had clamped them together around Barbie's neck. The two struggled for a few seconds before Stacey pushed herself out of the corner, sending her body tumbling to the mat. Barbie, unwittingly tumbled down with her, her head slamming into the canvas as they fell. Stacey landed on her butt, her long, sensuous legs still wrapped tightly around the Doll's neck. Stacey began to squeeze, but realized that Barbie was turned on her side in such a way that the scissors were not as effective as they could be. She tried to adjust her position, but Barbie resisted, still trapped but not choked.

The struggle for position continued for a bit longer until Stacey realized that she needed to do something. She was still a bit fuzzy headed, but she knew what she had to do. She eased her grip, which allowed Barbie a chance to try and free herself. Barbie slipped her head out from between Stacey's legs, and then tried to scoot away. She got to her hands and knees, but that was just what Stacey was planning she would do. Moving like a cat, Stacey raised her legs and immediately wrapped them around Barbie's waist, locking her shapely gams around the Doll's midsection. Stacey then began to squeeze. This is exactly what Barbie had feared. Though Stacey was considerably weakened, she had the Doll trapped in a body scissors, and Stacey was a master of this hold. She positioned her legs so that the inside of her knees were pressing tightly against the soft spot on Barbie's stomach, just below her ribcage. Barbie's face grew red, as much from fear as from the hold. But as Stacey got herself in a comfortable position, the strain on Barbie's body increased. The redness in Barbie's face soon was completely attributed to the tightness of the scissors, and Stacey was just beginning. She propped her upper body off of the mat with her arms, so that she could get more leverage with her legs, and Barbie felt the pressure increase with each passing second. Stacey grimaced as she squeezed with all of her might, the pressure becoming too much for Barbie. "They used to call this the Curvaceous Crush" she informed the trapped Doll, who understood why. The redness in her face began to disappear, replaced instead with a pale, sickly whiteness. Barbie felt as if her guts were going to pop right out of her body it was being squeezed so tight. The crowd cheered more loudly with each passing second. The devastating scissors were now in place for over a minute, and Stacey showed no signs of weakening. Barbie tried to hang on, but the pain was becoming unbearable. Another minute passed, and Barbie began to feel light-headed. She hung on for another minute, but realizing that Stacey was getting no weaker, and her head felt as if it were about to pop off of her body like a champagne cork, Barbie waved her arms wildly. The side judge stood up and looked over at her, but did not ring the bell. He ran over as close as she could get to Barbie and yelled, "Do you submit?" Barbie continued waving her arms, and opened her mouth to speak, but no words would come out. She felt the life escaping from her body when she shook her head up and down, clearly indicating yes. He acknowledged her request, and ran back over to the bell, ringing it wildly. Stacey raised her arms in the air, and after another few seconds, finally released her grip.

Stacey pulled her long legs out from beneath the Doll, and rolled onto her side before pushing herself onto her feet. She walked to the center of the ring where she met by the announcer, who raised her hands over her head. Stacey was a bit worse fro wear, but she felt like a beauty queen as she thrust both hands over her head in victory. Her sleek body shimmered, matching the sparkle of her bikini as she celebrated in the center of the ring before exiting. Barbie meanwhile had rolled onto her side, clenching her crushed stomach in her arms. After a few minutes, she was helped to her feet, and escorted out of the ring. The Curvaceous Crush was re-born, and Barbie was it's first victim.


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