Fire's life was in disarray. Her wrestling career was mired in a
slump, her marriage was on the rocks and she was even beginning
to examine her own sexuality. Over the past 6 months, she had
been victorious in only one of her eight matches, and that sole
win was against a rookie named Barbie Doll in only her second
match. In addition, the crowds were growing increasingly hostile
toward her, always rooting for her opponents. Although she
wasn't overly concerned about the crowd's preferences, it wasn't
helping her confidence that they applauded her demise. Her
husband had not attended any of her matches during this period,
which was even more disturbing to her. Her husband was the one
who introduced her to wrestling and had always taken an active
role in her career, but lately, his interest had waned. In fact,
his interest in just about anything to do with her had waned.
They hadn't made love in more than 6 months, despite Fire's
repeated efforts to arouse him. She tried wearing sexy
negligees, going to bed naked, even getting him drunk, but none
of it worked. To make matters worse, Fire had noticed his roving
eye toward other women and suspected that he may have even
cheated on her. All of this had caused her self esteem to sink
to an all time low, and doubt her own sexuality. She found
herself watching other women at the gym. She wasn't aroused by
other women, but she was intrigued. It was not something she did
consciously, but rather a subconscious reaction. Nonetheless as
much as she tried to ignore it, it existed. Fire tried to
rationalize it by convincing herself that it was simply a
reaction to her lack of sexual activity with her husband. Either
way, she had more important things to worry about.
Fire's husband was a strikingly handsome man. In fact, many
people were quite surprised when he proposed to her. Not that
Fire was unattractive, but the consensus was that he could have
had any woman he desired. They had been married now for almost 8
years, happily for all but the last one. That's when Fire
noticed that he seemed to be paying more attention to other women
than to her, especially other wrestling women. Eventually he
stopped going to watch her wrestle altogether. Their once active
and passionate love life had dwindled to the point of inactivity,
and Fire was growing increasingly more upset about it. She had
noticed especially his interest in her former tag team partner,
Helen. Fire and Helen, who wrestled as the tag team called the
Black Angels, had split up about 6 months ago, just about the
time her husband stopped showing up to watch her. Fire also
noticed that before he stopped appearing, he seemed to spend a
great deal of time flirting with her former partner both before
and after their matches. Although Helen didn't discourage his
flirtatious behavior, Fire didn't suspect that she had acted on
it either. Nevertheless, the suspicion mounted. Fire was not
ready to give up on the relationship however, and decided to take
her best shot at restoring it to it's former glory.
Remembering happier times, she reminisced to herself about how
passionate he would be after one of her matches, especially a
win. She used to win most of the time, and afterward they would
go home and make love for hours. Fire decided that was how she
would win him back, through wrestling. She arranged a match
against Helen, which wasn't difficult considering the hostile
break-up of their partnership, and convinced him to attend the
match. That done, the next piece of the puzzle was to make
herself irresistible on the night of the match. She worked hard
in the weeks before the match to get herself in the best shape
possible and made arrangements to have a complete beauty
treatment just before the match was to begin. She also had a
costume designed especially for that night, accentuating her most
attractive features, while minimizing the least attractive. The
last piece of the puzzle was to make sure she destroyed her
opponent in the ring. That would surely win him back, she
thought.
Having completed all of the preparations, the days passed quickly
and Fire found herself sitting in the dressing room, several
hours before the match was to begin. She had already had her
entire body and face waxed, removing the black hair which lined
her stomach, arms and face. It also, for the first time in
years, left her legs and underarms free of stubble. She then
received a massage and skin treatment, having hot oil rubbed on
her entire body to give it a healthy sheen. She then received a
manicure and pedicure, her nails painted bright red with little
yellow flames shooting off the end of each finger and toe. Next
step was her hair. It was very short and cut close to her head,
but the hairdresser coifed it meticulously, shaping it so the
outline of her face was framed by spikes of black hair. And then
finally her make-up was applied. Her eyes were made-up so that
they appeared to sparkle, her lips were painted with bright red
lipstick and her face was enhanced to augment her cheekbones
which were blushed a light shade of red. She then slipped on her
new costume. She usually wore a black bikini, but decided it was
time for a change. She had spent some time with a costume
designer and together they had come up with what she was now
wearing. They had agreed that her thighs were a liability. They
were flabby and loose, and so they opted for a pair of stretch
pants over the bikini bottom. The stretchies were bright red,
with yellow flames painted up the side of each leg, in reference
to her name. They were extremely tight and hugged every wrinkle
on her body while pulling it together. Moving up her body they
decided that her stomach was one of her most attractive features,
flat and relatively tight. To emphasize it, the designer trimmed
the pants into a "V" shape in front to reveal as much of it as
possible. Her chest was quite small, only 32 inches, so the
designer used Miracle Bra material on the top to maximize what
little she had. The bust-line was cut low to reveal the newly
enlarged cleavage which Fire enjoyed as a result. The top was
bright red with yellow flames shooting up from the bottom of it,
matching the stretchies. As the starting time of the match drew
near, Fire stood in front of the mirror and checked herself out.
She looked better than she had in years and her confidence was
beginning to grow. The last time she worked this hard on her
appearance had been her wedding, and she hoped it would have the
same effect on her husband. She was very anxious to see how he
would react to her new and improved appearance.
Fire was called to enter the arena, she would be introduced
first. She burst through the doors and raced forward, pumping
her arms in the air to exhilarate the crowd. Although she didn't
receive a boisterous reaction, her new look was appreciated by
the crowd who reacted positively. She climbed into the ring and
continued to work the crowd, blowing kisses at them as she jogged
around the perimeter, receiving amicable cheers in response. The
lights twinkled off of her body from the thin coat of oil which
had been rubbed on it. She glanced across at her husband who was
sitting and ringside, and saw a wide smile on his face. Fire
could feel her whole body tingle as she got the reaction she had
hoped to get. Just then Helen raced forward and climbed up into
the ring as well. The reaction to Helen's arrival was more
subdued than Fire's, and the red clad wrestler delighted in the
advantage. Fire, however was surprised to see Helen wearing a
white cape which was covered most of her body, and was
suspicious. Fire knew Helen for a long time and she almost
exclusively wore a white one piece suit into the ring, nothing
else. She had never seen Helen wear a cape, and wondered what it
was all about. Regardless, she continued to work the crowd,
trying desperately to win them to her side before eventually both
girls retired to their corners to be introduced. Upon Fire's
introduction the crowd applauded attentively, which Fire viewed
as a moral victory. She would win them over further, she
thought, since Helen had never been a crowd favorite anyway. The
announcer then began Helen's introduction, but as he spoke, she
seductively slipped her robe over her shoulders and let it fall
to the floor as her name was announced. The crowd erupted at the
sight of her revealed body. Helen was wearing a skimpy,
strapless, white bikini. Fire's mouth dropped open as she stared
across at her former tag team partner. She then glanced over
toward her husband who had jumped to his feet to cheer the
sensuous brunette, along with the rest of the crowd. Helen
looked incredible! She wore no make-up, but didn't need it. Her
thick, long, black hair flowed freely over her milky white
shoulders. Helen was endowed with a large and firm 38 inch
chest, and the strapless top she wore highlighted every inch of
it. Her long, slender body was in perfect condition, accentuated
by her scant bikini bottoms, pulled high on the sides and cut
very risqué in the front and back. Fire developed a lump in her
throat as she shyly peeked over at her husband who sat back in
his chair, still staring at Helen and smiling from ear to ear.
The crowd's allegiances quickly and drastically had changed and
Fire felt as if she were about to cry. She composed herself, her
heartache slowly turning to anger. Helen had stolen her thunder,
but Fire was going to take it all out on her in just a few
moments.
Suddenly the bell rang, and the waiting was over. Fire focused
all of her attention on her opponent, the rest evaporated from
her mind. She circled the ring cautiously, as did Helen, each
staring tenaciously at the other. The crowd roared in
anticipation of the action, but the 2 wrestlers were being
extremely cautious. After almost a minute of inactivity, the
crowd grew impatient and started to voice their displeasure.
Realizing this, the 2 women moved towards each other slowly.
Helen moved first, thrusting her arms towards Fire's throat, but
the red clad Fire quickly pitched to the side to avoid it. She
kept her upper body moving in a circular motion and then bent
forward and lunged her head forward into Helen's gut, all in one
motion. Helen groaned as her body doubled forward just as Fire
straightened herself up. She stood upright with Helen's body
draped over her shoulder, her legs hanging in front of Fire and
her head hanging in back of her. Fire wrapped her arm around
Helen's waist to hold her in place, and then began to stomp
around the ring, displaying her prize to the crowd. Helen kicked
her legs and began to scream, smashing her hands into Fire's
back, but Fire continued her march, parading Helen around the
ring. Completing the tour of the ring, Fire marched back to the
center and then tossed Helen's legs backward, flipping the
brunette off of her shoulder and sending her toward the mat.
Helen flipped onto her back and then smashed to the canvas, her
body sprawled out upon contact. Fire quickly marched alongside
her and prepared to stomp her barefoot into Helen's stomach, but
Helen rolled onto her side and Fire missed, stomping the mat
instead. Helen then rolled back, grabbing hold of Fire's legs in
the process. She wrapped her arms around both of fire's legs,
pulling them together before leaning up against them and knocking
Fire off of her feet. Fire tumbled backward, her butt crashing
against the mat as she fell. Helen maintained the hold on her
legs as she pushed herself up onto her feet, lifting Fire's legs
with her. She stood up, pulled Fire's legs straight up into the
air and then began to stomp her barefoot into Fire's red rear
end. She stomped quickly and forcefully, landing 10-12 hard
kicks before relenting and rolling Fire onto her stomach. Fire
slapped at the mat, angry with herself for letting Helen get the
upper hand.
The crowd began to cheer, finally getting a chance to witness
some wrestling as Helen went right to work. She tightened her
grip on Fire's legs and began to push them back towards Fire's
head, arching her back in the process. Helen was beginning to
apply a Boston Crab, and Fire knew that she was in trouble.
Helen placed her legs so that they straddled Fire's lower back as
she faced her head, still forcing her opponent's flaming red legs
up toward her head. Fire's back began to stretch painfully as it
curved into a "U" shape while Helen continued to press her legs
forward. Fire began to scream as the pain mounted, wretchedly
trying to figure out a way to break the hold. Helen, meanwhile
showed no mercy as she pushed Fire's legs so that her feet were
now even with her shoulders and about 2 feet above them. The
crowd roared their approval as Fire moaned in pain. Fire's legs
were spread apart as Helen had her arms wrapped around each of
her thighs to hold them in place. Fire's shiny stomach was
lifted completely off of the mat and was facing the side of the
ring as she began to panic, not able to endure the pain much
longer. She feared that what was supposed to be a glorious night
would end up in a quick and devastating defeat. Despondent, she
decided to try to roll her body back and forth in the hopes of
forcing Helen to lose her balance and grip. She began to rock
herself from side to side, but Helen planted her feet firmly and
easily thwarted the attempt. Fire could bear no more and was
about to submit when Helen finally relented and released her
grip, freeing Fire's legs. The aching Fire rolled onto her side,
arching her back as she tried to rub the pain away. Helen
quietly walked up in front of her and in an instant, kicked the
ball of her foot into Fire's elongated stomach. Fire let out a
painful scream and quickly curled herself into a ball, protecting
her injured stomach. Helen smiled, realizing that she had her
well coifed adversary at her mercy. Fire was in tremendous pain
on both sides, both her back and stomach were aching and wounded.
She knew that she had to act fast to prevent a slaughter, but she
was in tremendous pain. Helen reached down and grabbed a handful
of Fire's short, black hair and tugged her up onto her feet. She
let go of Fire's hair and prepared to begin working over her
stomach, but Fire acted fast. She propelled her head forward and
smashed the top of it into Helen's face. Helen groaned as she
lifted both hands to her face, cupping the spot which fire had
just head-butted. Fire tried to straighten herself up, knowing
that she didn't have much time to make her next move.
Helen took a few steps back as she covered her face, trying to
clear her head. Fire walked gingerly over toward her and rammed
her knee into Helen's unsuspecting stomach. Helen folded in half
before Fire then quickly raised her elbow and rammed it into the
middle of Helen's bowed back. Helen crashed to the mat, moaning
from the force of the blow. Fire took a few seconds to
recuperate, but then quickly turned her attention back to her
fallen foe. The crowd began to boo, deriding the flaming Fire
who was truly upset by their reaction. But instead of getting
distraught, she decided to take it out on Helen. Fire walked up
alongside Helen and stood directly next to her lower back. She
then jumped into the air and pulled her knee out in front of her
as he began to descend. Her knee landed directly into the center
of Helen's lower back, mashing the pretty girl's back. Fire
jumped to her feet while Helen squealed loudly as she rolled onto
her back, trying to comfort herself. Fire then repeated the
move, this time landing her knee into Helen's stomach, but
holding it in place after landing. Helen gasped as the air
drained from her body, her stomach flaming with pain. Fire
continued to kneel on her midsection, driving her knee further
into the devastated area. The crowd derided her for the vicious
attack as Helen rolled her head from side to side in agony. Her
long, black hair fell over her face as she gyrated her head back
and forth, Fire still mashing her knee into Helen's gut. Finally
Fire pressed her knee down and then pushed herself up, using
Helen's tummy as the launching pad. Fire stood over the bruised
Helen, listening to the jeers of the crowd. Her body was
shimmering as she looked all around, finally focusing on her
husband. He seemed to be indifferent to the action, but
nonetheless, she was going to put on a show for him.
Fire reached down and grabbed a handful of Helen's thick locks
and yanked her onto her feet, Helen's eyes rolled as she was
lifted up, her body contorted in pain. Fire continued to yank on
her hair until Helen stood completely upright. She then launched
her knee forward, driving it into Helen's beleaguered belly.
Helen hunched forward, but was able to quickly lift herself up to
avoid a further attack on her back. As her upper body lifted
however, Fire was reaching down to grab her by the hair again.
Because Helen had lifted herself up so quickly, Fire's hand
instead grabbed her top accidentally and pulled it down
unintentionally. Fire paused for a second, not realizing what
she had done as Helen's large bosom bounced out of her lowered
top and bounced around freely. Fire was stunned, she had meant
to grab Helen's hair, but because of Helen's quick movement, she
had yanked her top down. The crowd erupted cheering the display
of Helen's firm, round breasts as her face turned deadly serious.
It began to turn bright red, matching the color of Fire's outfit
as she hastily tucked her breasts back into her top. Fire was
startled and didn't move, staring at Helen as she struggled to
cover herself. Able to slip her top back on, Helen's face
revealed her anger. She seemed to disregard her pain as she grew
increasingly furious at Fire for ripping her top off. Fire
attempted to continue, but Helen instantly pushed her, driving
her backward toward the ropes. Helen forced Fire back against
the ropes and then cocked her arm, delivering a powerful right
cross to Fire's jaw. Fire's whole body slumped against the ropes
as her head catapulted backward and then bounced forward before
settling in front of her. Just as Fire lifted her head however,
Helen unleashed an even mightier jab into Fire's kisser, snapping
her head back again. Fire's head bobbed backward and then
forward as if on a spring, but Helen again punched her in the
face and knocked her backward. This one on for several more
shots, Helen mercilessly ramming her fist into Fire's face over
and over. Finally Helen blasted one more violent punch and Fire
bounced back against the ropes and then fell straight forward,
her arms at her sides. She crashed to the mat without even
lifting her arms to break her fall. The crowd howled their
praise of the buxom brunette as she continued to steam. Showing
no mercy, she reached down and grabbed Fire's wrist, pulling her
up onto her feet. Fire's eyes were glazed over and her face was
bruised as Helen hauled her onto her feet. She then cradled her
arms behind Fire's back and lifted her up, holding the limp body
of her adversary in her arms. She then dropped to one knee and
pulled her arms back toward her body, sending Fire's outstretched
body tumbling downward. Fire's back smacked against Helen's knee
in a painful back-breaker as her body bent on either side of the
enraged woman's leg. Helen then raised her hands over her head
and began to slam her fists into Fire's extended stomach, driving
shot after shot into her shiny, flat abdomen. Fire's body jerked
up and down with each painful blast, but Helen continued to pound
away, pulverizing Fire's belly. After what seemed like minutes,
Helen finally relinquished the beating and pulled her leg back in
toward her body, dropping Fire's bruised carcass to the mat.
Helen stood up and adjusted her top, staring maliciously at her
battered foe. She then reached down and grabbed hold of Fire's
now jumbled locks, violently yanking her up onto her feet. Fire
was oblivious, her eyes rolling helplessly in her head. Helen
straightened her up and then rammed her knee into Fire's flat,
battered stomach. Fire moaned softly and then fell forward, her
arms wrapped around her mangled midsection. Helen stood in front
of her and placed her knees on either side of Fire's head,
squeezing her legs up tightly against it. She then bent forward
and wrapped her arms around Fire's waist and with a mighty tug,
pulled her into the air. Fire's legs hurled into the air and
immediately stood erect as her body hung down below her. Helen
pulled her arms in tightly, compressing Fire's already smashed
stomach. Fire's arms fell helplessly below her as Helen spread
her legs apart, releasing the grip on Fire's head. She took a
few deep breaths and then jerked Fire's entire body into the air
before driving it down toward the mat. Fire shot like an arrow
toward the canvas before her head smashed into it, her body
collapsing upon impact and tumbling to the ground. The crowd
jumped to their feet as Fire laid motionless, her shimmering body
trembling from the quick and vicious beating it had sustained.
Helen was known for her temper, but the extent of this beating
had surpassed even her reputation. Fire was completely
senseless, her made-up face now a blur of smeared make-up and
bruises. Helen stood over her, unrepentant and looking to abuse
her victim further. She kicked her foot forward, striking into
Fire's side and rolling her over onto her back. She then walked
up toward Fire's shoulder and placed her barefoot over Fire's
throat, slowly pressing more of her weight down on it. Fire's
body began to quake and she raised her hands toward her throat to
try and relieve the pain, but Helen just smiled as she pressed
her weight down on Fire's esophagus. The flames on Fire's legs
danced wildly as she tried to kick her legs to free herself, but
it was no use. Sensing that her opponent was at the point of
passing out, Helen lifted her foot off of her throat and walked
away, strutting over to the side of the ring and gazing back at
her helpless prey. Fire was laying calmly, her shiny body still
twinkling under the bright lights as it heaved up and down as
attempted to catch her breath. Her battered stomach, taut,
massaged and oiled before the match, was now a battlefield of
bruises. Her bellybutton looked like a deep valley as her body
trembled.
The crowd cheered as Helen, now calm, finally acknowledged them.
She strode around the ring with her arms raised over her head.
Her long, lean body was moist with perspiration and it too
shimmered, but without the bruises. She circled the ring before
sauntering back toward Fire. Standing alongside her stomach, she
stomped down on it one more time for good measure before walking
toward the corner of the ring. She slowly climbed the ropes in
the corner until she reached the top, balancing herself as she
looked out into the crowd. She then spread her arms and leaped
into the air, spreading her body in a swan dive as she descended
on the defenseless Fire. She splashed across Fire's shoulders,
landing all of her weight on the beaten brunette. The crowd
began to count in unison, slowly and loudly before finally
reaching ten. Helen then slid herself off of Fire and knelt down
alongside her. She looked into Fire's vacant eyes and began to
taunt her. "Don't you ever think you can rip my top off and get
away with it. You wanted to see my chest so bad, well how about
I give you an up close view!" she whispered angrily at her
conquered opponent. With that she began to lean forward,
lowering her chest onto Fire's face. The crowd jumped to their
feet, cheering the spectacle as Helen place her large bosom over
Fire's face, engulfing the brunette. Fire had no fight left in
her, so her flame encrusted legs remained on the mat as her body
quivered. After a few seconds, Helen lifted herself up, removing
her chest from Fire's face. She walked over to the corner and
grabbed her cape as Fire's husband climbed into the ring. But
before he went to check on his wife, he walked over to Helen and
whispered something to her. She shook her head, smiled and then
put her cape on and went back to the dressing room. He then
walked over to his wife and tried to comfort her. They stayed
there for several more minutes before he picked her up, cradled
her in his arms and carried her out of the ring.
Reaching the dressing room, he lowered her mangled body onto a
massage table and called for the doctor. The doctor checked her
out, gave her some smelling salts and then spoke to her husband.
"She's going to be okay." he said. "She'll just be bruised and
achy for a few days, but it will pass." he concluded. He thanked
the doctor and then attended to his wife, applying ice packs to
her body and a wet towel to her head. After about an hour, he
pulled the car around and helped her in, then drove her home. He
helped her into their apartment and placed her in bed, not even
attempting to remove her outfit. She looked up at him with sad
eyes, but said nothing. She had planned this night to end up
differently. He looked down at her and told her to get some
sleep. He said he was going out to get the prescription which
the doctor had given her filled, but she knew better. She heard
the door close and then drifted off. She woke the next morning
to find him laying next to her, still asleep. She remembered
that he had left the night before, but didn't hear him come in.
She was extremely soar, but okay as she looked him over. She
glanced at his bare chest and noticed 2 long black hairs stuck to
his chest hair. She gingerly pushed herself out of bed and
slowly walked over to his clothes which lay on the floor next to
the bed. Each step was an adventure as she was still very shaky,
her ears buzzing and her head aching. She picked up his shirt
and noticed several more long, black hairs stuck to it. Piecing
it all together, she sat delicately limped into the living room,
sat down on the couch and began to cry.
