With the first two matches over, the last and what promised to be
the most exciting match of the evening was just minutes away.
Although not a very excitable woman, Helen was truly excited as
she waited for her chance to wrestle for the championship. Just
a few weeks ago she had suffered a devastating defeat at the
hands of the rookie Barbie Doll, but regardless, tonight was her
big chance. She also had an added incentive in that as a result
of Barbie Doll winning the just concluded match, she had earned
the right to face the champion in her next match. Since Helen
was chomping at the bit for a chance to avenge her loss to the
Doll, a victory against Marisa would not only win her the
championship, but also give her a much wanted rematch with
Barbie. But despite that carrot, Helen's true goal and the focus
of all of her thoughts was to be crowned champion. She knew it
would not be easy, but she was eager to get in the ring and get
it on. She also knew that her opponent, the champion Marisa, was
a ruthless, talented and strong woman. Marisa had been the
champion for well over a year, and earned a reputation as a
fierce competitor and deserving champion. In fact, she seemed
determined to drive that point home to her opponents. She had
been known to dish out considerable punishment to all challengers
to her title, and tonight would be no exception. Helen was fully
aware of this, and had worked herself into the best shape of her
life. As she stood before the mirror, her hard work was obvious.
Her body was taut and toned with not an ounce of fat on her 5'8",
135 lb frame. She adjusted her white, skintight leotard before
finally being called upon to enter the arena. She took one deep
breath before walking out of her locker room and heading toward
her date with destiny.
The champion was yet to be called as she sat patiently in her
locker room. Marisa was a rugged yet exotically beautiful
Mexican woman with long, wavy brown hair and olive colored skin.
She got up out of her chair and stood in front of the mirror,
giving herself a final inspection before
heading in to battle. Marisa wore a unique bikini, both the top
and bottom were replicas of the Mexican flag, tri-color with
vertical stripes of red, white and green. The middle stripe of
white contained an eagle and cactus, the symbol of the country.
She also wore tri-color boots, with red, white and green tassels
circling the tops of them which danced with every step she took.
Marisa was very proud of her Mexican heritage, and always wore
the same suit in order for everyone to know her roots. She was
in fabulous shape, her body slightly muscular and powerful
looking. At 5'7" and 130 lbs. she was similar in size to Helen,
but with quite a different body type. Whereas Helen was long and
slender with a large chest, Marisa was more compact and powerful
looking. Her face was pretty, but displayed the character of her
no-nonsense, take no prisoners personality. Although Helen had
the reputation of being an ornery woman, Marisa was respected for
it. She had defended her title 19 times, each time
systematically and convincingly finishing off her challengers.
The crowds respected not only her ability and beauty, but also
her passionate approach to her craft and the way she ended each
match definitively. Helen's style was similar, but she was much
more unpredictable in the level of her performance. She would
occasionally perform poorly causing those matches to be tougher
than they needed to be, while Marisa's performance was always
predictable. The confident Mexican psyched herself up as she
stood in front of the mirror, and then was summoned to the
arena.
Helen was entering the arena as Marisa reached the door, and she
was able to hear the tepid ovation her opponent received. Helen
climbed into the ring and walked over to her corner where she
began to stretch her arms and legs as the crowd anticipated the
champion's entrance. Helen was nervous, which was unusual for
her. She had been wrestling for many years, but hadn't been this
nervous since her first few matches. She was usually cool and
confident, but she felt the butterflies in her stomach as she
waited for Marisa to make her entrance. Suddenly the back of the
arena grew noisy and the cheers gradually worked their way toward
the front as the champion trotted towards the ring. She climbed
into the ring and sent an icy stare toward Helen, who sneered
back at her, before heading to her corner. An announcer made his
way into the ring and introduced the two women individually,
Marisa receiving the more jovial of the ovations from the
enthusiastic crowd. Finally the ring was cleared and the two
combatants stood across from each other, exchanging intense
stares before the bell rang to start the contest. Helen made her
way cautiously out of her corner while the champion moved quickly
and pointedly in her direction. Helen circled away from her to
give herself time to focus her thoughts. Finally the two locked
arms in the center of the ring and the conflict began. As they
struggled for an advantage, Helen was surprised by the power that
Marisa was demonstrating. She was forced backward before she was
able to grab hold of Marisa's wrist and twist her arm behind her
back. Marisa was spun in a circle, but just as Helen trapped her
right arm behind her back, she reached over her shoulder with her
left arm and grabbed hold of Helen's thick, black hair. With one
swift motion, she pulled forward and tossed Helen over her
shoulder, flipping her into the air. Helen somersaulted in
midair before crashing to the mat on her butt. She sat there for
a split second, stunned at the quickness of the pretty Mexican,
before jumping back onto her feet. She cautiously moved
sideways, crouching into a fighting stance as Marisa stalked her.
Helen then quickly dove at the champion's tanned legs, but Marisa
leaped into the air spreading her legs and touching her toes with
her hands as Helen crawled beneath her, empty handed. Marisa
landed as Helen got to her feet and the two turned to face each
other. Helen was shocked at the quickness and athleticism of the
champion, but she remained calm and focused. The two again
circled the ring in opposite directions, each planning the next
phase of their attack.
In the back of the arena, Barbie Doll squeezed through the door
and took an empty seat in the back row, unnoticed. She would be
facing the winner in her next match, and wanted to get a good
look at her upcoming competition. The action moved slowly as
both girls were cautious and deliberate. Finally Helen raced
toward Marisa and again they locked arms in the center of the
ring. They struggled back and forth for several seconds before
Helen grabbed a handful of hair on the back of Marisa's head and
yanked her down to the mat. Just as Marisa landed on her back,
Helen fell toward her, landing her knee in Marisa's gut. The
pretty Mexican groaned as her legs flew into the air, the tassels
on her boots dancing wildly before her feet settled back to the
ground. Helen kept her knee planted in Marisa's stomach,
pressing her weight down onto it as she drove it into the
Mexican's bare belly. After an extended period, Helen pushed
herself up and rose to her feet, only to quickly drop her knee
down again into Marisa's tummy. Again the champion's legs flew
into the air as Helen pressed down, the crowd beginning the voice
their displeasure. Helen grimaced as she forced all of her
weight downward, applying as much pressure as she could to the
trapped champion's midsection. After a few more seconds, Helen
pushed herself up and walked directly to the corner as Marisa
slowly rolled onto her side and struggled to get to her feet.
Helen began to climb the ropes as Marisa got to one knee, and
reached the top as she finally stood up. Marisa turned to face
the corner where Helen stood balancing herself on the top rope,
just as Helen leaped forward and spread her arms out to her
sides. She soared through the air, her outstretched body gliding
toward Marisa. The champion reacted quickly and pulled her arms
out in front of her to Helen's horror. She caught the brunette
in her arms, holding Helen's body in front of her as it faced the
mat. Marisa then lifted Helen into the air before pulling her
arms back in toward her body and dropping to one knee. She stuck
the other knee out in front of her, directly under Helen's
midsection which crashed down onto it. Helen folded in half, her
belly smacking against Marisa's hard knee. The back of her
leotard scooped down to reveal a sizable expanse of skin, which
lay directly in front of Marisa. The champion raised her hands
over her head and joined them into a fist before ramming them
into Helen's bare back. She slammed them down 5 times, landing 5
brutal blasts into Helen's lower back which was stretched out in
front of her. The crowd roared their approval as Marisa pulled
her knee back in toward her body and sent Helen tumbling to the
mat below.
Helen landed in a heap, her mass of thick, black hair scattered
around her head as she squirmed to get up. Marisa quickly jumped
to her feet and placed her foot onto Helen's back, which was
bright red from the pounding it had taken. She then stepped
across Helen, placing all of her weight onto her foot. Helen
splattered back down tot he mat as Marisa stood alongside her and
reached down toward her head. She grabbed a handful of Helen's
jet black mane and lugged her up onto her feet. Helen rose
reluctantly and involuntarily before Marisa grabbed hold of her
wrist. She then forcefully tossed her toward the ropes and took
off herself in the opposite direction. They each bounced off the
side ropes simultaneously and raced back toward the center. Just
as Helen reached the center of the ring, Marisa leaped into the
air, pulling her legs out in front of her. She landed a powerful
drop-kick directly onto the left side of Helen's face, knocking
her off of her feet and sending her toppling toward the ground.
Helen tumbled over upon hitting the mat and landed on her stomach
by the side ropes. Marisa quickly got to her feet and raced over
to the stunned brunette, again hauling her onto her feet by the
hair. Again she grabbed hold of Helen's wrist and tossed her
toward the ropes before taking off in the opposite direction.
Helen bounced off of the ropes, her large chest bouncing up and
down as she ran back toward the center of the ring. Marisa was
running straight at her and as they were about to collide, she
jumped into the air and stuck her arm out to her side, holding it
even with Helen's throat. Helen ran right into it as the
airborne Marisa landed the flying clothesline perfectly. Helen's
head came to a dead stop, her feet lifting off of the mat and
straight out in front of her. She descended quickly landing flat
on her back as Marisa fell beside her. Helen curled up quickly,
wrapping her hands around her crushed esophagus as she struggled
desperately to breathe. Her windpipe felt as if it was
completely flattened and she having trouble getting oxygen to her
lungs. Marisa hopped up onto her feet and charged over to the
wheezing brunette. She stood alongside Helen who was laying on
her side with her hands around her throat. Marisa then, without
warning, kicked the toe of her boot into Helen's stomach, causing
her to gasp for air and knocking her onto her back. The brunette
now lay flat on her back, her round chest dancing up and down as
she frantically battled to breathe. She still had her hands
wrapped around her throat and her legs were bent at the knees,
her feet resting on the mat. Marisa walked alongside her and
stomped her boot down into Helen's unprotected stomach, grinding
her heel further into the taut tummy of the panting brunette.
The crowd roared their approval as Marisa drove her foot into
Helen's tummy before finally lifting it off of her and leaving
her to roll onto her side in anguish.
Helen was in trouble. She lay on her left side, her lower back
red and bruised, the left side of her face beet red and still
laboring to breathe. Marisa wasted no time however, and quickly
yanked her up by the hair. Grabbing hold of Helen's forearm, she
wound up and tossed her toward the corner. Helen stumbled
rapidly across the ring before turning and slamming into the
corner. Just as her arms settled on the top ropes and her body
came to a rest however, Marisa ran at her and jumped up as she
approached. She spread her legs and landed her feet on Helen's
thighs, grabbing hold of her hair with both hands for balance.
Helen's head drooped forward as Marisa stood upon her, planting
her feet on Helen's upper thighs. She then threw her body
backward and toward the ground, pulling Helen forward by the
hair. As Helen fell forward, Marisa kicked her legs up, forcing
the middle of Helen's body to lift into the air and flip over.
As Marisa's back landed on the mat, she gave one final push with
her legs and launched Helen's legs straight up before pulling at
her hair and sending her somersaulting through midair. Helen's
body was completely extended as she soared through the air before
descending toward the mat. She crashed on her back as Marisa
maintained the grip on her hair and tumbled over on top of her.
Marisa now sat on top of Helen's stomach, still clenching her
thick hair in her hands. Helen's eyes were glazed over as
Marisa pulled her head up off of the mat and then slammed it back
down again, jarring Helen. The champion then pushed herself up
onto her feet and stood alongside her victim, taking a deep
breath before continuing the assault. She then reached down and
grabbed hold of Helen's right wrist and pulled her arm out
alongside of her body. Marisa then took one of her feet and
pressed the it onto the side of Helen's breast while keeping her
heel on the floor. She then placed her other foot onto the side
of Helen's face, again keeping her heel on the floor. Leaning
back, she pulled on Helen's arm while allowing her body to fall
backward. Her feet were wedged up against Helen's face and
breast as she tugged on Helen's arm, pulling it away from her
body. Helen's face was squished beneath one of the champion's
boots, while her breast jiggled like a water-balloon under the
pressure of the other foot. Marisa's boot forced Helen's large
breast to compress on one side, forcing the flesh toward the
middle of her body. Marisa leaned back as if water-skiing, using
Helen's arm as her tow rope while she leaned back, pulling the
trapped arm out if it's socket. Helen tried to scream, but her
cries were mumbled from her face being crushed beneath Marisa's
boot. The crowd cheered the torturous maneuver as Marisa began
to force her body backward even further, applying more pressure
to Helen's face and chest while yanking her arm. Helen's eyes
widened as she felt the pressure in her shoulder become
unbearable, as if her arm were about to completely torn off of
her body. After almost 2 full minutes of this torture, Marisa
relented and stepped off of Helen, allowing her arm to fall
limply back to the canvas alongside her body.
Helen rolled from side to side, grabbing at her numbed shoulder
and whining in pain. Marisa looked down at her with a disdainful
expression, feeling no pity for the writhing brunette. She shook
her head in disgust before reaching down and grabbing a handful
of Helen's now tousled hair. The champion pulled the listless
wrestler up and lowered her shoulders beneath her before hoisting
her into the air. Helen lay across Marisa's shoulders, her legs
hanging limply off of one side while her head and shoulders
drooped off of the other, with her eyes closed. The champ
paraded the battered brunette around the ring, displaying her to
cheering throng. Helen opened her eyes as Marisa made her way
around the ring and looked out on the exuberant crowd which was
cheering her demise. She was in agonizing pain, but numb to the
reaction of the crowd. Marisa continued to flaunt her
superiority by strutting Helen to each section of the crowd
before marching back to the center. She paused for a second, and
then began to circle, giving Helen an airplane spin. The dazed
brunette kept her eyes open for the first two revolutions, but
the flashes of light began to make her nauseous as Marisa built
up speed, so she closed them. Marisa continued to rotate for
what seemed like an eternity before finally coming to a halt and
dumping Helen's body over her head. Helen fell toward the mat
like a ton of bricks before crashing against it, face first. She
squirmed on the mat for a few seconds, trying to crawl to the
side of the ring before Marisa arrived. The beautiful Mexican
would not let her get away however, and quickly knelt down,
planting her knee into the small of Helen's back. Helen grunted
as Marisa drove her knee into Helen's spine, holding her in
place. She then reached forward and grabbed Helen's arms,
pulling them back to her sides. Holding them by the wrists, she
crossed Helen's arms behind her back, forcing them over each
other until her elbows were one on top of the other. The
brunette arched her back as Marisa forced her knee upward,
planting it between Helen's shoulder blades so that it held her
arms in place, crossed behind her back. Helen's head drooped in
front of her, her arms trapped at her sides and crossed behind
her back, held firmly in place. She was in a precarious position
and completely at the mercy of the champion who smiled
mischievously. The excited crowd hushed in anticipation of the
next phase of Marisa's attack as she paused to catch her
breath.
The champion was dominating the surly brunette to this point and
the crowd was loving it. Helen was in big trouble, and things
were looking worse as Marisa had her trapped with her arms behind
her back. She then leaned forward and pulled Helen's head up by
the hair with one hand, cupping her other hand under Helen's
chin. She then released the hold of Helen's hair and clasped her
fingers together under Helen's chin, forcing her head back as far
as it would go. Helen's face became contorted with the strain of
Marisa pulling back as hard as she could, which also caused the
brunette's back to cry with pain from the pressure of the hold.
Helen's body began to tremble as Marisa kept the pressure on,
tugging on her chin. Finally Marisa unclenched her fingers and
let Helen's head fall forward, smashing against the canvas.
Helen's expression was blank and saliva dripped from her mouth as
she laid motionless. Marisa then again leaned forward and
grabbed a fistful of Helen's hair, yanking her head up off of the
mat. Helen's eyes opened partially as her face displayed the
pain she was in. Marisa then slammed Helen's head downward,
smashing her face into the mat. Helen's kisser squished against
the mat as Marisa twisted the back of her head to grind it
further downward. The perspiration from Helen's face drenched
the canvas, as well as the drool which began to flow from the
corner of Helen's mouth. Marisa again pulled her head up,
Helen's glassy eyes mere slits at this point, and then again
drove it down into the mat. Helen was losing control of her
thoughts and was totally unable to defend herself. Her mouth
began to salivate freely as Marisa ground her face into the mat,
leaving a puddle of saliva and sweat beneath her. Finally Marisa
unclenched her fist and released the hold of Helen's hair,
leaving her laying on the floor as she pushed herself onto her
feet. Helen twitched as she tried to muster any strength she had
left. Her head was muddled and her body was sore and bruised,
but she still had the desire to continue, just not the resources.
Marisa finally took a break and pounded on her chest like an ape,
claiming her superiority. The crowd reacted by cheering for her,
but a small faction sympathized with the battered Helen and sat
silently as she struggled to get to her knees. Watching Helen's
attempt out of the corner of her eye, Marisa slowly made her way
back toward the thrashed brunette and decided to finish her off.
She grabbed her by the armpit and pulled her onto her feet,
Helen's eyes rolling from side to side as she was pulled up.
Marisa then tossed Helen toward the ropes, causing her to bounce
off of them and then return toward her. She placed her arms out
in front as Helen hobbled at her, clenching one hand around
Helen's throat and the other between her legs. Using Helen's
momentum, Marisa then lifted her straight into the air, hoisting
Helen's body over her head. Perspiration dripped off of Helen's
dangling body as her long, black hair hung over her face, her
arms dangling form her body. Marisa took a few steps forward and
began to parade Helen around the ring again, but she slipped on
the puddle of saliva and perspiration which Helen had left
earlier and lost her footing. Her feet flew out from under her
and she crashed to the mat, with Helen directly above her. Not
prepared for the fall, Marisa's head snapped back upon impact and
cracked against the canvas, leaving her dazed. Helen then
immediately fell on top of her, her perspiration soaked body
landing on Marisa's stomach. Marisa shook her head back and
forth to clear it, her thoughts jumbled from the hard impact.
Helen had little energy and almost no strength left, but she
realized the opportunity that had presented itself. Gingerly she
slid herself off of Marisa and lay down by her head before
positioning her legs next to Marisa's throat. She then reached
forward and stuck one of her legs beneath Marisa's neck and then
wrapped the other one over it, trapping the champion in a head
scissors. Marisa was still dazed and not able to react quickly
enough to prevent the hold, but the question remained if Helen
would have the strength to do any damage.
Helen jacked her upper body off of the mat with her arms to gain
leverage, and then squeezed her legs as tightly together as she
could. Although not having much strength left, she was able to
subdue Marisa and apply enough pressure to make her
uncomfortable. Helen jockeyed herself so that she had the
perfect position and then kept the held in place for several
minutes. Marisa struggled to get free, kicking her legs, but
Helen's long, slender legs were still wrapped tightly around her
throat. With each passing minute Helen regained a little more
strength so that she was able to eventually begin to choke the
champion. She knew that if she could maintain the hold long
enough she could wear Marisa out, and that is exactly what she
was doing. The majority of the crowd jeered the slender
brunette, but a small section cheered her efforts. Her leotard
clung to her body and displayed each of her straining muscles as
she kept the pressure on Marisa. After almost five minute,
Marisa began to lose her fight and Helen decided to try to get
the pin. She held Marisa in place while she planned her
strategy, hoping to wear her down a little bit more before making
her move. Finally she rolled her body forward so that her leg
slid out from beneath Marisa's head as she rolled on top of her,
placing one knee on Marisa's left shoulder and then the other on
her right. She sat up, pressing the champion's shoulders to the
mat with her knees as she moved to hold her wrists down to the
mat. She successfully grabbed Marisa's wrists and now just had
to hold in place long enough for her to be counted out. Helen's
small, but vocal fan club began to count as Helen struggled to
keep the bucking Marisa at bay. The count reached 5 when Helen,
confident she could on began to count herself.
"6...7...8...9...10!" she screamed, throwing her hands in the air
as she reached ten. Marisa was furious, but she knew that she
had been defeated. She remained on the floor as Helen sat on top
of her pumping her fists into the air. Eventually Helen slid
down Marisa's body until she was sitting on her stomach. She
took her time getting up, which annoyed the now former champ.
Marisa, her arms now free, picked her head up, and in one last
fury, slammed her fist into Helen's gut. The exhausted brunette
gasped and then fell forward, her large chest landing directly on
Marisa's face. Marisa tried to roll back and forth, but her face
was still trapped beneath Helen's 38 inch mounds of flesh.
Finally she was able to roll Helen off of her as she got to her
feet and quickly climbed out of the ring. Helen stayed on the
mat for several more seconds before finally pushing herself up,
first to her knees and then gradually to her feet. She again
raised her hands over her head and a larger portion of the
audience gave her her just rewards by giving her a gracious
ovation. The announcer climbed into the ring and grabbed hold of
her wrist, keeping it raised over her head. "THE WINNER AND NEW
CHAMPION... HELEN!!!!" he announced and the large crowd applauded
before beginning to file out of the arena. Barbie Doll sat in
the last row, still watching her future opponent as she gingerly
climbed between the ropes and limped toward the locker room.
Helen was the new champ and Barbie Doll would be her first title
defense. The Doll was confident she could beat Helen again and
smiled. Helen was only thinking about how great it was to be
champ.
