The past six weeks had been the most difficult of Fire’s life. First she was mauled in a catfight against Helen, witnessed by her estranged husband. The next night she thoroughly beaten in a tag team match with her partner Barbie Doll by the Pretty Girls. To top it all off, just a couple of weeks later, her divorce became final. All of these events had turned Fire into a bitter, angry woman. She spent most of her time alone, in her apartment and the rest of the time she spent in the gym, working out by herself. Although she was in great shape, she was nonetheless miserable. She began to lose touch with her friends, not returning their calls. Her apartment was a mess, she hadn’t eaten right or slept well in weeks and she wasn’t concerned with her appearance. She looked disheveled, bags under her eyes and she had lost weight. She also was very unpleasant to be around, basically she had become a bitch. But tonight she would be getting back into the wrestling ring, and although you would expect that she would be reluctant to do so, Fire was actually looking forward to it.

Her opponent was Stacey, one of the members of the Pretty Girls. The other Pretty Girl, Heather would also be wrestling on the same night in the following match, the tag team partners going solo for the night. Stacey and Heather shared a locker room, both of them extremely confident about their upcoming matches. Stacey in fact didn’t give much thought to her match against Fire. Her and Heather had had such an easy time against Fire that she assumed her match would be a “walk in the park”. Instead she focused o her attire and appearance, using this opportunity to increase her already soaring popularity. She slipped on a cream colored bikini, conservatively cut but very stylish. The color of the material matched closely to the color of her skin as she stood in front of the mirror making her final adjustments. Stacey had a sort of plain face, but she knew how to enhance her non-descript features with the use of cosmetics. She put eyeliner and mascara on to emphasize her smaller, brown eyes. She smudged a hint of blush on her cheeks to give the appearance of defined cheek bones and she added luster to her smaller lips with lipgloss. Her pretty, soft-permed brown hair was combed down to her squared shoulders, her small but firm chest cradled softly by her cotton top. But by far her most outstanding feature was her long, shapely legs. They had just recovered from the beating they had taken in the championship tag team match, and Stacey rubbed some oil on them to highlight her most prominent feature. She was now ready to go, and waited for Fire to make her entrance before she headed into the arena.

Fire stood at the entrance to the arena, an evil sneer on her face. She was anxious to get in the ring with Stacey and avenge her loss. The last time she had faced the Pretty Girls, Fire was out of it and of no use to her partner Barbie Doll, the memory of being squeezed between Stacey’s legs for an eternity, still fresh in her mind. But this time, Fire was determined to treat Stacey to a taste of her own medicine. The doors to the arena flung open and Fire marched defiantly toward the ring. The crowd jeered the short brunette, remembering her pitiful performance in the last match. She ignored their catcalls and focused on the ring, almost as if she were in another world, but differently than the last time. She climbed up beneath the ropes and made her way into the ring. At 5’5” and only 110 lbs. Fire was not an awe inspiring figure. In fact she looked a little frail as she stood in her corner. Her skin was almost sallow-colored and her eyes were bloodshot. Her hair was disheveled and she had almost no make-up on. She was wearing a plain, black, full cut bikini. In all, she looked quite different than her usual appearance of a skimpy bikini-clad, well coifed hair, meticulously made up and oiled wrestler. In fact she looked downright messy. She paced back and forth in her corner like a caged animal as she waited for Stacey to make her entrance. Stacey stood behind the door, but purposely delayed her entrance in order to increase the anticipation of the crowd. She delayed her entrance for almost 3 full minutes, which was driving Fire up the wall. Finally Stacey burst through the doors to the roar of the crowd and trotted up toward the ring. The crowd was on their feet cheering the stylish beauty as she ran up the side of the ring but rather than enter it right away, she jogged twice around the outside of it, waving and blowing kisses to her cheering fans. Fire stared down at her irately, infuriated by her showboat tactics. Stacey stood outside of the ring, near her corner for almost another minute or so, still waving to the crowd. At 5’8” and 140 lbs., she looked much more sturdy and feminine than her rumpled opponent, and the crowd loved it. Finally, Stacey pulled herself up onto the ring apron and stood outside of the ropes for a few more seconds as she waved one last time before slowly stepping beneath the ropes.

An enraged Fire could stand no more and quickly darted across the ring towards Stacey’s corner. She reached it just as the long- legged woman had planted one foot on the canvas inside the ring, the other still on the ring apron. Fire clamped her arm around Stacey’s head, placing her in a firm headlock before yanking her in toward the ring. “This isn’t a fashion show bitch” she grumbled at her stunned opponent who tripped as she tried to get her other leg between the ropes. The bell rang, but the bewildered crowd wasn’t sure if it was intended to mark the start of the match, or to signal Fire’s disqualification. Either way, Fire ignored it and jerked Stacey forward, charging back toward the opposite corner. Stacey stumbled alongside Fire, hunched forward while being pulled beneath Fire’s arm. Reaching the corner, Fire catapulted Stacey’s head between the two turnbuckles, sending it racing toward the metal support pole. Stacey’s head rammed into the pole with a dull clang before ricocheting off of it. The dazed Pretty Girl bumbled backward a few steps, but Fire instantly grabbed a handful of her fluffy hair and jarred her head upright. She then instantly propelled it forward and smashed her face into the top turnbuckle. Stacey’s face mashed into the padded corner before bouncing up off of it, only to be driven back down into it again. Fire snatched her head back into the air again, grimaced and let out a primal scream as she again launched Stacey’s face down into the cushion forcefully. Stacey’s long legs began to buckle as Fire continued the assault, driving her head down twice more before finally Stacey’s legs gave out and she dropped to her knees. Fire leered down at her bewildered foe who was wobbling from side to side as she knelt upright. “Not so tough without your partner, eh?” Fire snarled in reference to Stacey’s tag team partner Heather. She then pulled her onto her feet by the hair and turned her around so that her back was resting against the corner. Releasing her hair, she then grabbed hold of Stacey’s wrist and began to run forward, racing halfway across the ring before tossing her forward and sending her crashing into the opposite corner. Stacey’s head snapped back as her shoulders smashed against the top rope, Fire racing toward her in the process. Just as Stacey’s head fell forward, Fire came charging in and landed a forceful knee into Stacey’s breadbasket. The pretty, thunderstruck wrestler grunted as Fire began a furious attack, smashing her knee over and over into Stacey’s midsection. Her cosmetically enhanced face had the pained expression of a woman under attack, and the fear in her eyes was obvious. Fire however seemed spellbound, her eyes cold and callous as she continued to rip her knee into Stacey’s now battered belly. Finally Fire relented and backed up a step or two, only to lift her right leg and plant the sole of her foot into Stacey’s upper abdomen. “Let’s go for a ride pretty girl” Fire taunted caustically as she grabbed hold of Stacey’s two wrists and pulled them toward her before falling backward. As Fire’s back descended toward the mat, she pressed her foot firmly between Stacey’s ribs while pulling her arms forward. Once her back hit the mat, she had Stacey falling forward toward her and she forced her arms downward while at the same time kicking her foot into the air and launching the long body of the beleaguered woman into the air. Stacey flipped into the air, her long legs soaring over her head while Fire maintained the grip on her wrists. Stacey’s body shot vertically into the air before flipping over and crashing to the mat. Fire released the hold of her wrists just as Stacey made impact. She landed with a THUD and slid several feet forward before her body came to a stop, her long legs contorted out in front of her. The crowd was furious and screamed taunts at Fire, whose eyes were still ablaze. Stacey meanwhile did not know what hit her. She laid face-up, her eyes rolling in her head as her face and body began to turn bright red.

Heather meanwhile was still in her locker room, unaware of the sneak attack which was being administered to her partner. The crowd screamed at the judge to end the contest, but he look confused and at a loss. Stacey meanwhile was reeling. Her long, lean body outstretched on the mat as Fire approached. The bitchy brunette looked down at her helpless victim and continued to taunt her. “So, you like to use those legs do you? Well not after I get through with them” and with that she skipped down to Stacey’s feet and grabbed hold of her right ankle. At this point the bell began to ring wildly and one of the judges from the federation began to make his way into the ring in a hurry. Fire glanced over and noticed it as she hurried to get in more punishment. She pulled Stacey’s right leg into the air just as the judge approached her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Fire sent a desperation kick at Stacey’s thigh, but it just grazed it, causing Stacey’s fleshy thigh to quiver, although no real damage was done. As the judge lifted Fire and carried her across the ring, another two came in to help Stacey. While Fire was restrained, Stacey was helped to her feet. “You’re lucky they stopped me!” Fire yelled across at her weary opponent. Stacey looked back at Fire and defiantly screamed, “This isn’t over”. Fire wriggled free from the grasp of the judge and charged at Stacey, wrapping her hands around the pretty girl’s throat before the other judge’s could stop her. She began to choke her and shake her head violently back and forth while the judges tried to separate the two combatants. Finally hey were able to force Fire to release her grip and again carried her across the ring, this time two of the judges holding her back. “I’ll get even with you!” yelled Stacey as she grabbed her throat. Fire smirked as she climbed through the ropes to exit the ring. “Any time” she challenged, “any time!”. And with that she was escorted back to the locker room, pelted with debris from the rowdy crowd. Stacey took a few seconds to catch her breath before she too was helped from the ring. As she walked toward the locker room, the crowd applauded her. She smiled vaguely and waved her arm before disappearing into the locker area.
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