The owner of the arena smiled as he watched the large crowd mill
about while finding their way to their seats. The capacity in
the small auditorium was 500 people and over 450 had gathered on
this night to watch a card of women wrestling. Despite
the fact that there were only 3 matches this evening, they still
had drawn the largest crowd in recent history. The 3 matches
were all intriguing in one way or another, capped off by a
championship bout. The match for the championship featured the
current champ, a beautiful, long-haired Mexican girl named Marisa
against the vicious but unpredictable Helen. The preceding match
featured the number one contender to the title, the sexy blonde
bombshell Sunshine against an up and coming star in Barbie Doll,
with the winner earning the right to wrestle for the championship
in her next match. But perhaps the most interesting fight of the
night featured 2 women who were struggling to regain control of
their careers, Maggie and Fire. Neither was well known, and
therefore overly popular with the crowd, but both desperately
needed a win, and only one of them would walk away with it. The
other would be left to question her future as a wrestler.
Maggie was quite an interesting story. She was a 43 year old
woman who had been a wrestler before, but retired from the sport
about 5 years ago. Within the past few months however, she had
had 2 grudge matches against her neighbor Marisol, losing each of
them badly. Maggie was determined to get her revenge but
realized that in order to do so, she needed to get herself back
into "wrestling shape". The only way she could do that, she
thought, was to become active as a wrestler again. What made her
story even more interesting was the fact that her husband John,
once her biggest fan, was unaware of her return to the ring.
John had been her trainer, coach and companion throughout her
entire wrestling career, but was unaware of either of her recent
2 matches against Marisol or her return to the ring. You see
Maggie had agreed to wrestle against Marisol, and have the match
videotaped, with the winner getting to keep the tape. Maggie
assumed that she would win, thereby surprising him with a
videotaped gift of her in action, but instead she was humiliated
in that match and Marisol won the tape. Maggie trained hard and
then seeked a rematch in the hopes of obtaining a video of the
second match, but again Marisol dominated her, again keeping the
tape as a gift for her own husband. Determined to follow through
on her promise to herself to win this prize for John, Maggie
secretly rejoined the wrestling federation she belonged to years
before. She wore patriotic garb, a royal blue bikini top
splattered with white stars, a full cut red and white striped
bikini bottom and red vinyl wrestling boots as her new “uniform”.
The vibrant colors of her bikini were even more striking against
the background of her pale white skin. She stood in her dressing
room, nervously pacing before the mirror as she waited to be
called. This would be her first match in front of a crowd in 5
years, and she was anxious to get started. This was an extremely
important night since a win would help to get her on the right
track while a loss would be devastating. She stopped in front of
the mirror and looked herself over, giving herself a final
inspection before facing the audience. She stood 5'7" and
weighed about 175 lbs, 10 lbs. less than for her first match
against Marisol. She had worked hard to get herself in shape,
but time was not on her side. Nevertheless she was an attractive
woman and in fairly decent shape, although still a little flabby.
She was a larger framed woman with an abundant, round chest which
hung down softly from her top. She a small paunch below her
belly button and slightly fleshy thighs, but they did not detract
terribly from her appearance, in fact they made her look somewhat
cute. The signs of her age were beginning to show up with some
settling in her body and signs of wrinkles on her face, but these
imperfections made her more appealing and easy to relate to for
the over 40 set. The only make up she wore was some blush on her
cheeks, which gave her pale white face some color in the form of
rosy cheeks. Her pretty brown eyes twinkled as she adjusted her
short, dark brown hair, eager to have the match get underway.
Her opponent, Fire was similar in some ways but contrasting in
others. Fire was a 32 year old woman, 5'4" weighing 120 lbs.,
quite different than her older, larger opponent. She was a very
active wrestler but was mired in a slump, losing most of her
matches over the past year. Her husband had also played a big
part in her wrestling over the years, but lately their marriage
was in trouble and he had lost interest. He no longer attended
her matches, and she even had good reason to believe that he had
cheated on her after her last match with Helen. Fire went
through a state of depression for a few weeks after her loss to
Helen, but she snapped out of it and decided to re-focus herself.
She determined that she needed to turn her wrestling career
around which she hoped would revive her marriage. In order to do
that, she made a detailed plan. It involved getting into shape
by spending countless hours at the gym, changing the crowds
impression of her from a heel to one of their favorites and
changing her appearance to make her more enticing.
She dedicated herself to going to the gym, but the other two
points were quite a different story. In order to get the crowd
on her side, she needed to look her best. She hired a beauty
consultant and a costume designer to help her achieve these
goals. The beauty consultant had just finished with her and she
checked herself in the mirror as the costume designer adjusted
her suit. Fire had received a full body waxing, hot oil massage
and a complete make-over and hair styling. Her short black hair
had grown to shoulder length and sparkled under the lights. It
was dyed to deepen the brunette color. Her brown eyes were done
with black eye liner which made them appear bigger, her pale
white cheeks were blushed a rosy color and her small lips were
done in a moist, red lipstick which helped to emphasize them.
Her oiled body glimmered under the lights, also a milky white
color to her soft skin. Her stomach was flat, though spongy, but
the rest of her body was relatively taut. She was not a muscular
girl, but was in great shape. Her outfit was a picture of
geometric precision. The top was made of two thin, rectangular
strips of black material which covered her nipples, ran over her
shoulders and down her back, connected around the perimeter by a
thin black string. Since she possessed a small, 32 inch chest,
the designer had built in a "lift and separate" effect to the top
which made her breasts appear larger than they actually were.
The bottom of the outfit was also a thin rectangular piece of
black material which covered her private parts, but little else.
It too was connected by a thin black string which circled her
waist. It was a very provocative outfit, but it was designed
more for appearance than for use in the ring. she also was
barefoot, her toe and finger nails painted a bright red. Despite
being impractically attired, Fire looked stunning.
Finally both women were called to be introduced, and they each
made their way to the ring. Maggie climbed in first and was
greeted indifferently. She had never been a fan favorite nor was
she viewed with contempt, but rather had always been treated with
apathy and her return to the ring drew the same reaction. Fire
came next and received a warm reception from the crowd which sent
a chill up her spine. She was not used to be treating amicably
and reveled in the cheers of the crowd, waving and blowing kisses
back to them. She had received the greeting she had hoped to and
smiled joyfully. As the crowd quieted down, they each paced back
and forth in their corners, realizing the importance of the match
to their futures. Finally the bell rang and the two women each
paused to take one last deep breath before beginning the battle.
Maggie moved slowly out of her corner, circling the ring as Fire
moved directly toward her. Raising her arms to defend herself,
Maggie was surprised by Fire lowering her shoulder and driving it
into her gut. She doubled over as Fire forced her back against
the ropes. As Maggie was pressed back against the ropes, Fire
raised her head and then slammed it forward, driving the top of
her forehead into Maggie’s massive chest. Maggie’s large, soft
breasts encircled Fire’s head as she drove it forward,
holding her in place. Fire then pulled her arms in back of her
as she continued to push forward with her head and then began to
pummel Maggie’s belly with uppercuts. The older woman’s
fleshy tummy jiggled with each connection as Fire feverishly
wailed away at her stomach, driving lefts and rights successively
into her soft paunch. Maggie’s head drooped in front of her as
she moaned, weakening from the barrage of punches landing on her
midsection. The assault continued for almost a minute until
finally Fire pulled her head of Maggie’s chest and backed up a
step. Fire’s hair was disheveled from being buried between
the 2 mounds of flesh, but Maggie was in worse shape, wrapping
her arms around her battered tummy as she slumped forward.
The crowd cheered the scantily clad Fire who smiled confidently
back at them. She then quickly wrapped her arm around the bowed
head of Maggie and secured the head lock. She took a few steps
forward, pulling Maggie along with her before running toward the
corner. As she reached her destination, Fire stepped to the side
and rammed the top of Maggie’s head into the middle turnbuckle.
Maggie grunted as her head ached from the impact, but Fire kept
hold of it and backed up to the middle of the ring. She
then charged forward and again rammed Maggie’s head into the
corner, but again did not release her grip. Instead she backed
up a few steps and then smashed Maggie’s head into the turnbuckle
a third time, using it as a battering ram. This time however,
Fire released her grip causing Maggie to stumble backward,
holding her head. Fire reached down and grabbed a handful of her
dark brown hair, yanking her upright. Maggie had a pained
expression on her face as she raised her hands to try and loosen
Fire’s grip on her hair. Fire reacted quickly and launched
Maggie forward, sending her face smashing into the top
turnbuckle. Maggie’s head bounced off of the padded corner, but
Fire quickly grabbed hold of her hair and slammed her face down
into the corner again. Maggie’s entire body vibrated as Fire
grabbed her by the hair yet again and slammed her head forward.
Maggie’s head snapped back as it sprang off of the padding, then
her whole body collapsed in a heap. Her arms draped over the top
rope, her armpits laying against the top rope on each side of the
corner which was the only thing holding her up. She gazed
helplessly out into the crowd as they jumped to their feet
cheering the beautiful, vicious Fire. Maggie was in trouble, her
head cloudy and ringing in her ears. She watched the fans
cheering, but her vision was blurry and she couldn't focus. Fire
stepped forward and reaching down, grabbed hold of Maggie’s
ankles, wrapping her hands around Maggie’s red, vinyl boots. She
then lifted them in the air as she stepped backward, hauling
Maggie’s body up and parallel to the mat. Maggie’s arms were
being pulled in toward the ring with the rest of her body, but
she was able to grab hold of the ropes with her hands before Fire
had completely pulled her off of them. Fire continued to pull
her by the legs, but Maggie put up a fight, holding onto the
ropes with all of her strength. After a tug-of-war struggle for
a short while, Fire lowered Maggie’s legs and then with a mighty
tug, yanked them toward her. Maggie was unable to hold on and
her body launched into the air before rapidly descending toward
the mat. She was spread eagle as she rapidly descended, her
entire body crashing facedown to the floor. As Fire’s fans
cheered her superiority, Maggie moaned quietly as she tried to
regroup and regain control of her faculties. She was in
tremendous pain and disoriented, and afraid of what was yet to
come.
Fire paused for a few seconds to catch her breath and acknowledge
the cheers. As usual, the temperature in the arena was high,
forcing the women to work up a sweat. Fire’s slim body
glistened as she waved to her adoring fans, parading around the
ring. Maggie struggled to get up, battling to get to her knees.
She finally pulled herself up so that she kneeling upright as
Fire continued to prance and play with the crowd. Maggie rubbed
her eyes as she got to her knees, her white skin shimmering with
perspiration. As she tried to rub the haze from her eyes
however, Fire had snuck up in front of her and waited for her to
look up. Finally Maggie lowered her hands and opened her eyes,
only to see Fire’s barefoot quickly approaching her
stomach. Fire drove the ball of her foot into Maggie’s stomach,
directly below the rib cage, and knocked her back to the canvas.
Maggie fell onto her side and curled into the fetal position as
she tried to cover up. She was being pummeled and her head and
stomach both ached and throbbed. Fire was growing arrogant, and
again ignored her opponent as she celebrated with her growing
number of fans. She strutted her skimpily clad body around the
ring, waving and blowing kisses to the cheering masses as Maggie
huddled on the mat. She began to have flashbacks of her 2
matches against Marisol and how she was completely dominated, but
shook her head to clear those thoughts. She didn't have much
more time to think as Fire quickly descended upon her and grabbed
her by the hair, hauling her onto her feet. Maggie’s large,
sweaty body lifted reluctantly off of the mat as Fire lugged her
over to the side and pushed her back against the ropes. Maggie’s
arms draped over the rope as her body sagged down from them.
Fire then marched across to the other side and paused, taking a
few deep breaths. She then raced forward toward Maggie and as
she approached, leaped into the air, preparing to deliver a drop-
kick to Maggie’s battered paunch. Maggie, however saw the move
coming and dropped to the mat, sending Fire flying through the
ropes and sailing outside of the ring. She crashed to the
concrete floor outside of the ring, landing hard on the pavement.
She was startled and her body ached from the impact as the crowd
jumped to their feet to try and determine the condition of the
petite brunette. Maggie remained seated against the ropes inside
the ring, trying to recover as Fire struggled to get to her feet
outside the ring. The crowd screamed encouragement to Fire as
she labored to get up. Maggie meanwhile had fought to get up
herself, and now stood in front of the ropes, holding onto them
for support.
Both wrestlers now showed the scars of battle, though Maggie was
in worse shape than her younger foe. Fire gradually steadied
herself and pulled herself onto the ring apron alongside Maggie.
Sensing an opportunity, Maggie lunged over at Fire and grabbed
the back of her head, forcing it over the top rope and inside the
ring. She then pushed down, sending Fire’s body tumbling
over the top rope and into the ring. She landed on her butt at
Maggie’s feet, shocked at her bruised adversaries quick reaction.
Maggie wasted no time however, and grabbed Fire’s ankles,
pulling her toward the center of the ring. She dragged the cute
brunettes oily body across the ring until she reached the center,
and then adjusted her grip so that she held the back of
Fire’s ankles in the palm of her hands. She pressed them
forward, forcing Fire’s legs to end up at a 90 degree angle
to the rest of her body. The crowd jeered Maggie as she raised
her right leg into the air and then stomped it down onto
Fire’s left hamstring. Fire’s thighs jiggled as
Maggie reloaded and sent another stomp into the same leg. She
continued to stomp away at the leg, sending several forceful
stomps into the large muscle. Fire moaned and her body twitched
off of the mat with each kick before Maggie took a break. She
caught her breath and then lifted her left leg into the air and
began to work on FireMaggie’s right thigh. She pounded the
hamstring several times with her foot before dropping
Fire’s beaten legs to the mat. The audience grew testy,
loudly deriding Maggie as Fire wallowed on the mat. Ignoring
them, she reached down and grabbed a hold of Fire’s wrist
and pulled her up off of the mat. She then placed one of her
arms behind Fire’s back and the other beneath the backs of
her legs and lifted her up, cradling the pretty brunette in her
arms. She walked over toward the corner, raising Fire further
into the air as she approached. Reaching the corner, Maggie
hoisted Fire up and then dropped her down across the top ropes in
the corner. Fire’s butt drooped down into the ring as her
shoulders were laid up against one set of ropes, the back of her
thighs resting against the other. She had Fire completely laid
out in the corner as the throng protested.
Fire looked up at Maggie as if to beg for mercy, but Maggie felt
none and raised her hands over her head before joining them
together into a fist. She then drove them downward, slamming
them into FireMaggie’s outstretched tummy. The spongy, flat
midsection of the pretty brunette buckled under the force of the
blow, and her head shot up off of the ropes before collapsing
back down. Maggie again raised her arms and sent another vicious
blast into FireMaggie’s oily belly, causing her to groan loudly.
Maggie landed 3 more forceful shots into Fire’s belly,
causing her body to fold together as it eventually slid off of
the ropes and dropped into the ring and to the mat. Maggie
raised her hands over her head in celebration, her shimmering
body covered with sweat. She had turned the tables and now had
Fire in a compromising position, although her old body still
ached from the earlier attack. She took a few more seconds to
rest before resuming, reaching down and grabbing Fire by the
hair. She pulled her onto her feet and again cradled her in her
arms as she lifted her into the air. She marched toward the
center of the ring as Fire’s legs hung off of one side and
her head and arms dropped down off of the other. Reaching the
center, she tossed Fire into the air and slowly dropped to one
knee, causing Fire’s descending lower back to land hard
against her outstretched leg. Fire grunted loudly as her body
collapsed over either side of Maggie’s leg from the result of the
brutal backbreaker. Fire’s small chest drooped down toward her
face, which was suspended an inch or two above the canvas, her
legs hanging limply off of the other side of Maggie’s leg. The
small piece of rectangular material which composed Fire’s
bikini bottom barely covered her crotch as her legs were spread
apart, feebly sagging off of Maggie. Maggie then continued her
earlier assault and rammed her combined fist into Fire’s
fully extended stomach several times. Finally she pulled her
leg back in toward her body, causing Fire to crumble to the mat.
She was now in complete control, despite the jeers of the unhappy
crowd.
Maggie gradually pushed herself up onto her feet and took a
break. She was tired, sweaty and aching, but determined to
finish off her opponent. She walked over to where Fire was
laying and kicked her onto her back. She then placed her boot
into the center of Fire’s stomach and pressed her weight
down on it. Fire began to kick her legs as the pressure
increased, and moved her arms so that she wrapped her hands
around Maggie’s ankle. She was in a great deal of pain as Maggie
pressed more of her 170 lbs down onto Fire’s flat tummy,
but she gathered her strength and gave one mighty tug on Maggie’s
ankle, causing her to lose her balance and topple onto her side.
Maggie landed hard on her shoulder and felt a twinge as she tried
to push herself up. She grimaced, but continued to get to her
feet, trying to ignore the pain emanating from her shoulder.
Fire had rolled onto her side and gotten up on all fours as
Maggie did the same. It seemed like a race to see who would get
to their feet first, and the crowd cheered for Fire to get up
quickly. She was encouraged by their cheers, but nevertheless,
Maggie rose first and made her way over to Fire. She grabbed her
by the armpit and pulled her up, but Fire quickly slammed her
forearm into Maggie’s chest, landing it just above her top. Maggie was startled and released her hold of Fire’s
underarm as Fire landed another forearm into the large, fleshy target.
Maggie stumbled backward a step or two, but quickly regained her
footing and slammed her forearm into Fire’s much smaller chest.
Fire stumbled back a foot or two, her chest bright red where
Maggie had just hit it. The crowd cheered their encouragement to
her and angry look came across her face as she stared across at
her tired, sweaty opponent. She then rushed at her and quickly
placed her hands over Maggie’s eyes, raking her fingertips across
them. Maggie let out a scream as she doubled over and covered
her eyes as she moaned in pain. Fire ran up in front of her, but
Maggie blindly reached her arms out and luckily for her, one of
them landed between Fire’s legs. Unable to see, but
sensing where her arm had landed, she wrapped it under
Fire’s crotch and reached the other one up until she felt
it lay across Fire’s shoulder. She then lifted the pretty
brunette into the air, turning her over as she pressed her into
the air. Fire screamed in anger as she was held upside down
while the crowd booed loudly. Maggie blindly took a few steps
forward, wandering aimlessly as her vision was still blurry. She
then bodyslammed Fire to the mat, flattening her back against the
canvas. Fire arched her back after she landed, moaning from the
pain which shot through her entire body. Although wounded, she
was completely frustrated that her older foe continued to come
back. Maggie stumbled around the ring as she feverishly rubbed
her eyes to try and regain her vision. Fire slapped the mat in
anger and then gingerly pushed herself up onto her feet. The
angry look returned to her face as she hobbled over to the
partially blinded Patriot and quickly placed her in a headlock.
She then gnarled the knuckles of her free hand into Maggie’s
eyes, alternating every few seconds so as to make sure she
blinded both of her eyes. Maggie moaned quietly as her eyes
burned with pain as Fire continued to twist her fist into each of
them. She then finally let go, sending the visually impaired
Maggie to wander aimlessly around the ring.
Fire watched on in delight as the large woman walked deliriously
around the ring, unable to see. She then charged over to her and
grabbed hold of her wrist, pulling her to the side of
the ring and tossing her back up against the ropes. Fire then ran
forward, tossing Maggie’s large body toward the ropes as she
reached the center of the ring. The sightless Patriot bounced
off of the ropes and returned toward Fire, totally defenseless as
she was unable to see. Fire stuck her arm out and clothes-lined
Maggie, sending her sailing into the air before crashing to the
mat. Maggie landed hard on her shoulder blades, her already injured shoulder aching tremendously as her legs rolled up toward her head before dropping back down to the mat. She laid on her back, her chest heaving up and down as her vision slowly
started to return. She was exhausted and her top was drenched
with her own sweat as she lay motionless, tears in her eyes.
Fire then walked up alongside her and kicked her toes into
Maggie’s plump right breast, causing it to dance wildly before drooping back down to her side. The crowd was frantic,
cheering Fire as she mounted her attack, while Maggie was too
tired to defend herself. Fire then walked down to Maggie’s feet
and wrapped her arms around her legs, pulling them up into the
air. She pressed them forward until they jutted straight up into
the air. Maggie’s chin was planted firmly in her chest as her
neck was bent from her head resting on the mat. Her chest was
bright red and her breasts folded into her face, touching
her cheeks. Her shoulders were pressed tightly to the mat, and
Fire began to count. The crown joined in and soon everyone was
counting in unison, "7.....8.....9.....10!" They erupted into
cheers as Fire had pinned the helpless Patriot. She held in her
place for a few more seconds before dropping her legs to the mat.
Maggie rolled onto her side, sobbing as she realized that she had
been defeated. Fire strutted around the ring, her bikini bottom
now planted up her butt, making it look like a g-string. The
crowd applauded loudly and Fire was in her glory. Although a
grueling match and one they she would feel the effects of for
several days to come, she was still ecstatic that her career was
now back on the right track. Meanwhile Maggie was devastated.
She had put up a good fight, but the younger, more vicious
wrestler had thoroughly defeated her, derailing her comeback.
She continued to sob as she lay on the mat while Fire accepted
the cheers of the fans. What was expected to be the worst match
of the night had proven to be pretty good. But the next two to
come, Barbie Doll vs., Sunshine and Helen vs. the champion Marisa
promised to be just as good.
