The tag team match which started the evening's wrestling show had
just concluded and Fire's match was up next. She had just had
her hair styled, her body waxed, massaged and oiled and was about
to slip into her bikini, which her costume designer presented to
her. Before any of those things though, she had spent an hour
with her personal trainer to limber her body before the match.
All of these extravagances were costing Fire a fortune and as a
result she had sacrificed everything but the bare essentials in
her life. She gave up eating lunch, buying new clothes, going
out for dinner or drinks with her friends and any other aspect of
her social life, but it would all be worth it if her plan worked.
She had seen the fruits of her efforts in the ring not only by
victories, but also by the way the crowd had begun to react to
her. But her master plan had a more difficult goal than
accomplishing just those objectives. She wanted to win back her
husband's affections and she intended to do that by beating Helen
in the ring, with her husband watching. The fact that Helen had
won the championship last month only made that goal even more
desirable. Helen had beaten Fire badly several months earlier
and then later that night, slept with her husband while Fire
languished in bed recovering. Fire was determined to get even,
and to win her husband back in the process. She slipped into the
skimpy, mint green, string bikini which her designer had custom
made for her, and then checked herself over in the mirror as the
designer adjusted the fit. In keeping with her new image, the
suit was risqué. It was cut specifically to enhance her body,
containing small plastic inserts in the top to enhance the
appearance of her diminutive 34 inch chest. Tiny strings tied
behind her neck and around her back to hold the small triangular
patches of material in place. The bottom was cut dangerously
low, curving well below her belly button and covering only the
most private parts of her body, both front and back. Fire was
satisfied with the result. As the designer made the final
adjustments and the stylist touched up her make-up however, she
was called for her match and abruptly headed for the ring.
Fire walked past the dressing room of her opponent and headed for
the ring, confident but concerned. Her opponent, Marisol was an
older woman, about 40ish, with tons of experience. Marisol was
an independent wrestler who had just joined the federation and
Fire's knowledge of her was limited. She knew Marisol had a
reputation for being a tough, strong, very experienced and
skilled wrestler, but knew little else about her. As Fire
prepared to enter the ring, Marisol completed her preparations in
the next room. She handled things quite differently than Fire,
training and preparing by herself. She was a pretty, exotic
looking woman, but spent little time on her presentation before a
match. She wore a red, one piece suit which reflected the great
shape she was in, without being overly revealing. But the main
exception between the two was that, while Fire was prepped by a
team of paid professionals, Marisol was joined in her locker room
only by her daughter, Rosalie. Rosalie had just graduated from
college and returned home, so Marisol invited her to come and
watch her mom in action, sitting at ringside with her father.
Rosalie was a striking physical presence, standing 5'11" and
weighing 165 lbs. She had gone to college on a wrestling
scholarship and was the national champ in her weight class in her
junior year. Rosalie attended one of the few colleges which had
a female wrestling program, and was planning to transfer her
collegiate wrestling skills into the professional ring. Marisol
knew that her daughter, although a very good wrestler, was also a
big teddy bear. While Marisol had a "killer instinct", Rosalie
did not. Marisol was determined to train her daughter so that
she would have a successful transition from the collegiate
wrestling scene to the professional one, but she also knew that
she had her work cut out for her. While Rosalie had watched her
mom wrestle many times before, tonight would be the first time
that she watched from the perspective of a student rather than
that of a daughter. Marisol had been wrestling for over 20
years, and had competed against every shape, size and skill level
of women in the ring. Wrestling was a family affair for them,
with her husband Hector attending whenever possible, as he was
tonight, and her daughters also attending. Marisol had
specifically joined this federation, however, in order to
provoke her neighbor Maggie. She had beaten Maggie twice before
in private matches, but now desired to humiliate her in public,
the first chance she got. Her plan was to get a few matches
against some of the other women under her belt first, and then
challenge Maggie. Tonight was her first step in that direction,
and she had just watched Maggie and her partner get stomped in a
tag team match against the Golden Girls. Although Marisol
thoroughly enjoyed watching Maggie get beaten, right now she
focused on the challenge at hand, beating Fire and starting off
in the new federation on the right foot.
Fire burst through the doors and energetically ran toward the
ring as Marisol reached the door. The crowd erupted at the sight
of the polished brunette, and she responded by blowing kisses and
waving back to them upon entering the ring. Marisol then made
her way to the ring, but with a stoic expression and an "all
business" attitude. The two women stood in their opposite
corners as the crowd settled back into their seats, clearly
partial to Fire. At 5'5" and 125 lbs, Fire was an attractive
woman, but the form fitted suit, perfectly coifed hair and oiled
body definitely enhanced her looks. Marisol on the other hand
stood 5'4" and weighed 140 lbs, but where Fire's body was soft
and feminine, Marisol's was taut and athletic looking. She had
long, flowing red hair and her brown skin revealed her Puerto
Rican heritage. Conversely, Fire's black hair had grown to just
short of shoulder length, and her skin was milky white. The
differences between the two combatants made for an interesting
combination and the crowd looked forward to the struggle. As the
ladies stretched in their corners, the bell rang suddenly and it
was time to rumble. Fire's smile turned to a serious expression
as she hopped out of corner, concentrating on her opponent as she
bounced in a circular pattern. Conversely, Marisol slowly walked
out of her corner and headed directly toward the circling Fire,
who stopped in her tracks and lunged at the older redhead. The
two locked arms, but Marisol instantly grabbed Fire's arm and
tossed her over her shoulder. Fire's shiny body flipped into the
air before crashing, shoulder first to the mat. Fire instantly
jumped to her feet, a scowl on her face as she set herself to
continue. She rushed at Marisol and grabbed for her arms, but
Marisol immediately grabbed her by the back of her head and
pulled her down to the canvas. Marisol then grabbed hold of
Fire's wrist and pulled her arm up in the air while Fire laid on
her back. The raven-haired wrestler then yanked Fire's arm
further upward and immediately wedged her foot into Fire's
smooth, oily armpit. Placing her thumb on Fire's wrist, she
twisted it quickly, winding the brunette's arm. Marisol pressed
down with her foot as she twisted the arm, applying pressure to
not only Fire's arm, but also her shoulder. The sexy brunette
screamed as Marisol was torturing her arm, sending a stabbing
pain through her upper body. The crowd jeered while encouraging
Fire to fight back. Fire kicked her legs and continued to
scream, but Marisol had the hold locked in place. Finally
Marisol removed her foot, only to kick the toe of her boot into
the valley of Fire's armpit. The scantily-clad wrestler wailed
as the pain shot through the right side of her body.
Marisol smiled mischievously down at Fire before yanking her up
onto her feet by the arm. Fire rose slowly and reluctantly until
Marisol gave one mighty tug and plucked her up sternly. She
then tossed her into the corner and stood directly in front of
Fire, whose arms fell helplessly over the top rope. Marisol then
placed her hands on top of Fire's arms, holding them in place and
then propelled her knee into Fire's oily belly. The brunette
grunted, but Marisol promptly rammed another knee into Fire's
midsection. Marisol repeated the move three more times, landing
five forceful knees into Fire's flat but spongy stomach. Fire's
head dropped down in front of her, but Marisol then let go of her
arms and placed her left hand over Fire's face, clutching her
fingers around the circumference of Fire's kisser. She tightened
her grip, pressing the ironclaw tightly into Fire as she pushed
her head backward. Fire's body stretched out as her head was
forced back. Marisol then cocked her right arm and launched a
powerful punch into Fire's extended, slippery stomach. The
brunette tried to moan, but her face was constricted by the tight
grip of her attacker, who pressed her head back even further.
Fire's back arched from her head being driven to the rear,
leaving her midsection wide open again. Not one to pass up an
opportunity, Marisol again landed a brutal uppercut into Fire's
gut. The brunette's paunch throbbed uncontrollably as Marisol
unclenched her left hand and released the claw. She then lifted
her right foot and rammed it into Fire's tortured tummy, holding
it in place as she pressed it into the mushy region. She then
grabbed hold of Fire's wrist and pulled them out in front of her.
Marisol then leaned back, pulling Fire's arms with her before
throwing herself toward the mat. As Fire fell forward, Marisol
kicked up with her foot, launching Fire's body into the air. The
pretty brunette's body soared straight up before Marisol gave one
final tug on her arms, flipping her body over and sending it
soaring forward. Fire sailed through the air before crashing to
the mat, sliding a few feet from the oil on her body acting as a
lubricant, before coming to a stop in front of the opposite
corner. Marisol jumped to her feet and charged over to her
sprawled-out opponent. "IS THIS THE BEST YOU GOT?" Marisol
yelled out to the crowd as she stood over Fire. The crowd howled
back at her, scoffing at her obstinence. Marisol then grabbed
Fire's ankles and dragged her to the middle of the ring. She
then pulled Fire's legs into the air and folded them back toward
her upper body, bending her in half. Fire's shoulders were
pinned to the mat as Marisol held her legs down and the
timekeeper began to count. The crowd cheered their encouragement
to Fire who wriggled and squirmed to free her shoulders. As the
timekeeper reached eight however, Fire was able to barely lift
her right shoulder off of the mat. The timekeeper stopped
counting, but Marisol did not notice and jumped to her feet a few
seconds later, unaware that Fire had escaped the pin. Marisol
raised her hands over her head in victory, unaware that she had
not achieved one yet.
The crowd booed at her as she paraded to all four sides of the
ring. Hector and Rosalie, who sat at ringside, tried to get her
attention to let her know that the match was not over, but she
did not see them. Fire rolled onto her side and slowly pushed
herself up, first to her knees and then eventually onto her feet.
She placed her hands on her knees to catch her breath as Marisol
finally realized that the match was not over. Fire made her way
up behind Marisol and reached up, raising her hands near
Marisol's shoulder. She got one arm and went for the other,
trying to Marisol in a full nelson, but the cagey Puerto Rican
was able to free her arm and immediately slammed her elbow into
Fire's belly. The brunette doubled over, despondent about not
being able to finish the hold. Marisol walked up to her and
placed one hand between her legs and the other over her throat
and then, with a loud grunt, pressed the slender body of the
brunette up over her head. She squeezed her fingers tightly
around Fire's throat and clenched her other hand into Fire's
crotch as she paraded the elevated body of the helpless woman to
the unhappy crowd. Fire gazed out into the crowd, her body
suspended high over the ring as she looked desperately for help.
Completing her tour of the ring, Marisol walked over to the side
of the ring where Hector and Rosalie sat and turned to the side
so that Fire's head hung perilously over the top rope. Marisol
winked at her husband, who blew her a kiss back, and then dropped
Fire, sending her throat pummeling toward the top rope. Fire's
throat landed on the rope, crushing her windpipe before her head
snapped off of the rope and her whole body sailed back into the
ring. Fire floundered on the canvas like a fish out of water as
she wrapped her hands around her constricted throat, desperately
trying to breath. Marisol began to celebrate, walking around the
ring and taunting the crowd as only Hector and Rosalie cheered
her dominance. She took her time before getting back to her
pummeled opponent, enjoying the taunts of the boisterous
crowd.
Fire was in trouble and she knew it. Slowly regaining her
breath, she rolled onto her side and tried to get to her feet.
She got to one knee as Marisol glanced over and saw what was
happening. She walked slowly over to Fire and stood in front of
her, daring her to get up. Fire struggled to get to her feet,
pulling one leg out in front of her before Marisol reached down
and grabbed her by the hair. Tightening her grip, she then
lifted her leg and kicked the toe of her boot into Fire's soft
paunch. The brunette groaned loudly as she slumped forward, but
Marisol pulled her upright quickly by the hair. Marisol then
again punted her foot into Fire's bruised belly, causing the
battered brunette to falter forward again. Mercilessly, Marisol
straightened her up again and gave her one last kick in the
stomach before letting her collapse to the mat and curl into the
fetal position as she moaned softly. Marisol shook her head as
she looked down at the floundering Fire. She smirked while
looking sarcastically out to the crowd, ridiculing her unworthy
opponent. Marisol then reached down and grabbed a handful of
Fire's hair, plucking her off of the mat. Fire rose violently as
Marisol yanked her up forcefully. She then pushed her backward,
forcing her back against the ropes on the side of the ring.
Fire's limp arms hung over the top rope as her body sagged down.
Marisol stepped back and looked her dangling opponent up and
down. Fire's head sagged down in front of her as Marisol checked
her out. "Had enough yet?" Marisol asked tauntingly. Fire did
not respond, not even lifting her head. Marisol walked up to her
and pulled her head up by the hair. "Had enough yet?" she
screamed in her face as the crowd voiced their disapproval.
Fire's twinkling brown eyes looked back beggingly, but she did
not reply. Her glimmering body was red, bruised and in agony.
Marisol then placed her foot into Fire's tummy, as she had done
before in the corner, and pressed it further into the spongy
region. She then grabbed Fire's arms and repeated the flip she
had done before. She launched Fire's body into the air with her
foot, but miraculously, Fire was able to grab hold of Marisol's
arms as she somersaulted through the air. Just as Fire's back
hit the canvas, she gave one mighty pull on Marisol's arms, using
all of her remaining strength. She pulled Marisol forward,
sending her tumbling over Fire and landing in front of her. Fire
did not let go and the momentum carried her on top of Marisol,
completing the Sunset Flip. Fire immediately placed her knees on
top of Marisol's shoulders and pressed down with all of her
weight. Marisol's shoulders pinned to the mat, the timekeeper
and the rest of the crowd began to count. Marisol struggled
furiously, but Fire's knees were pressed tightly on top of her
shoulders and she couldn't move them. Fire stayed on top like a
cowboy riding a bucking bronco as Marisol kicked and squirmed,
trying to escape. Finally the crowd finished, "8...9...10" they
exclaimed and the bell rang to signal the end of the match. Fire
threw her arms into the air and her head dropped back behind her
as she celebrated her victory.
Marisol finally pushed her off of her, sending Fire tumbling to
the mat as Marisol rolled onto her side and stood up, the anger
on her face apparent. She ran over to Fire and kicked her three
times in the stomach before marching to the side of the ring,
climbing out and leaving in a huff.
Fire curled up, cradling her wounded stomach as the crowd booed
Marisol until she left the arena. They then cheered for Fire's
valiant effort and dramatic turnaround. She eventually rose to
her feet and raised her hands over her head. Her exposed body
was bruised and blemished, but her oily skin shimmered under the
lights as she celebrated with her fans. She had her victory,
though she paid a steep price for it. But it didn't matter to
Fire, the fact that she won was the only thing that mattered.
