She hung up the phone, pulled her pants on and then headed out on her way to the arena. Stacey had spent the past half hour talking to Heather in the hope that her partner could help to restore her self confidence. It seemed to work, at least to some extent, because Stacey smiled as she walked out the door. It was the first time she had truly smiled in two weeks, since the tag team fiasco which was broadcast on television. But she tried to put that all behind her now. She would be wrestling alone tonight against a rookie named Kim, but Stacey realized the importance of the match for her personally.
Heather had planned to attend to share some big news with Stacey after her match, and she also planned to bring someone with her. While the two were out at a party a few months ago, Stacey and Heather had met two guys, and the four spent the night chatting. The guy Stacey had paired off with was a nice guy, handsome too, but it never evolved beyond the party. But the guy Heather was with was different. He was gorgeous, funny, intelligent, and overall a dream. Stacey was quite smitten with him, but he only had eyes for Heather.
That was fine with Stacey for two reasons. First of all Heather was her best friend and the two of them got along famously. There was no jealousy between them. But even more importantly, Stacey knew Heather quite well. In the years they had known each other, Heather had never gotten really serious with any one guy. She dated several, but Heather always seemed to have her pick of men, and so she never found one to settle on. Stacey knew this. She knew that eventually Heather would tire of him and then she would make her move.
But Stacey was a bit uneasy about him coming to watch her wrestle. She was having a confidence problem and was not at her best. She hoped however, that despite the fact that he would be attending as Heather's date, that he would give Stacey added inspiration. And her opponent was a rookie named Kim who she didn't expect to give her much trouble.
But what Stacey didn't know was that Heather's news was BIG and would have a dramatic affect on her.
As Stacey drove to the arena, Kim had already arrived well before. It was a very important night for the young rookie too, and she was nervous. Though this would be Kim's third match as a member of the Professional Organization of Wrestling Angels (POWA), she treated it as her first. Kim had lost her first match to Maggie and her second to a woman who was not well respected for her wrestling skills. In fact the second woman was no longer even a wrestler, having been forced out of the league. But none of that mattered to Kim any longer. After her second loss, she decided to redirect her efforts and took several months off, spending almost the last 2 months of them at a wrestling camp to hone her skills.
Kim had the body, the strength and the desire to be a force in the league. Her first two matches however proved that she lacked the knowledge to be successful. She knew she needed to be schooled in the finer points of wrestling, and so she did something about it. With her training behind her and in possibly the best shape of her life, Kim was ready for the challenge.
She had signed her contract and had her measurements taken earlier in the week, and was now ready for battle. She was to be paid $250 for this match, based on her lack of experience and reputation. But she wasn't in this for the money. Kim was out to prove to herself that she could succeed as a wrestler, so everything else was secondary.
A very active participant in weight training, amateur body building and other physical sports, wrestling had become her new obsession. At only 5'4", she had trimmed her sturdy, 140 pounds into a nicely chiseled sculpture. She was a very attractive woman, cute face and impressive body. It was not grotesquely muscular, but it was obvious that she was a powerful woman. Unlike many of her fellow bodybuilders however, Kim looked very feminine. Her sturdy body was proportionate and she had a very pleasant face, brown eyes and kinky brown hair. Not the kind of girl who would stand out in a crowd, but certainly one who deserved to be noticed.
With over an hour to go before her match, Kim slipped on her outfit. Based on her brawny frame, the designer clad her accordingly. She fit Kim with a black, two piece outfit, though not quite a bikini. The top was full cut and sturdy, similar to a JogBra. It had two wide straps which criss-crossed over her shoulder blades, and supported her modest, yet well-rounded chest. The bottom was actually very similar to a trimmed pair of bicycle shorts. It was not a sexy outfit, but it complimented her strapping frame nicely.
With just about an hour to go, and as Kim looked herself over in her dressing room, Stacey arrived at the arena. She immediately stripped down to her underwear and began to rub her long, silky legs with oil.
Stacey had quite a different body than Kim's. It was long and lean, it's most notable feature being the lengthy legs which seemed to stretch forever. They were shaped very nicely, well rounded calves and meaty but luscious thighs. Stacey knew it too and so she always paid extra attention to her gams, making sure that they were highlighted.
At 5'8" and 140 pounds, Stacey's body was almost opposite to her opponent's. Her chest was fairly small, her midsection very thin, but her hips were a tad wide and rounded. She did not have the sturdy look of Kim, but rather a more delicate, almost fragile appearance.
The designer had made a new suit for Stacey however, intended solely for her singles matches and designed exclusively to enhance her figure. It was made of a white, cotton material which provided a very soft and smooth look, complimenting Stacey's body type while still hugging it firmly. The bottom was cut high on the thighs to magnify her legs, but still had a generous amount of material on her rear to de-emphasize her hips.
The top was actually a new cut which the designer called her "turtleneck bra". It was basically a regular bikini top made of the same soft looking material, however the front ran all the way up to her neck. It incorporated a modified turtleneck which ran around the perimeter of her neck, covering the beauty mark Stacey had on the front of her throat. The generous amount of material covered all of the skin in front from just below her breasts, all the way up to her chin. The neckline supported the bikini from around her neck and a band of material which ran around her back from the bottom of the garment supported it from the bottom. That left all of the skin in between, specifically Stacey's shoulder blades, fully exposed. But from the front, the form fitting material clung to Stacey's body, giving her meager chest a full yet supple appearance.
In addition, the suit was embellished with small dots of mirrored rhinestones, forming a large teardrop in the front, center section of the bra and around the waistline of the panty . The specks were too small to cause any discomfort, but they very prominently reflected the light, giving the suit a dazzling sparkle. Stacey truly looked great, very elegant and feminine.
After finishing rubbing her legs down, she slipped the suit on. It looked fantastic and made her body appear quite impressive. The suit accomplished exactly what it had set out to do, emphasizing her legs, enhancing her sparse yet nicely shaped chest while shifting attention from her hips and hiding the imperfections on her skin . She fixed her frizzy, brown hair, making it look soft and pleasant. Having just got a perm earlier in the week, her hair looked great, softly framing her face as it draped down to just above her shoulders. She then went to work on her face, specifically her eyes. Though they were very pretty, they were quite small and needed some help. So she applied some eyeliner, mascara and a hint of color to liven them.
Once done, Stacey looked great, but by now it was almost time for the match to begin. She looked herself over in the mirror and was very happy with the result. Her suit looked great, her hair perfect, and her face immaculate. With the right amount of time and effort, Stacey was as pretty as anyone in the POWA, well everyone but Heather. Stacey had forgotten all about Heather, or her date, by this time. She would get together with them after the match, but now it was time to wrestle. Kim had already made her way to the door and in fact, was waiting to be introduced.
As Kim stood there, it was obvious she was trembling like a bride about to walk down the aisle. Her heart began to race as she heard the music slowly amplify into a loud din before the doors sprung open and she was faced with a glare of light. Kim froze for a second, but once gently shoved forward, she began to trot toward the ring. She smiled nervously as she ran down the aisle, her body beginning to perspire as she made her way into the ring.
The announcer introduced her. "Ladies and gentlemen, entering the ring to my left, in only her third match, please welcome the young and exciting, KIMMM!" he shouted. She jogged to her corner, waved to the cheering crowd before she grabbed the ropes and began to stretch her arms and legs. The crowd gave her an encouraging greeting, still trying to decide whether they would support her more fully. She looked powerful and competent, her attire appropriate for a wrestler. But it remained to be seen if she could play the part as well as she appeared to.
Then Stacey's turn came. She stood at the door, an arrogant expression stretched across her face. Stacey had a quirky personality. She was a bit on the shy side and gave the impression of being a bit presumptuous. She was not a very popular woman for that reason and did not have many friends, except of course for Heather. That was the reason why they were dubbed "The Pretty Girls" by some of the other wrestlers. It was not meant in a complimentary fashion.
The music rapidly grew louder, the doors flew open and Stacey's entrance had come. The announcer blurted out her introduction, and Stacey jogged toward the ring with an uneasy smile on her face. More comfortable with Heather there to attract some of the attention, Stacey was uncomfortable in the spotlight, and it showed on her face. She climbed into the ring, her long legs striding gangly as she made her way toward her corner. She looked out into the crowd and saw Heather sitting there with her date, as she felt her nerves tighten and she grew tense. He looked great, but his presence wasn't helping Stacey to relax since she would be on display for him to see. He and Heather both waved at Stacey, but her thoughts had already turned back to wrestling as Desiree called the wrestlers to the center of the ring.
Kim was a ball of nerves and bounced nervously while listening intently to Desiree's instructions. Stacey towered over her, making the two seemed mismatched. Kim looked like she could punch her fist right through the trim Stacey, but the taller Pretty Girl looked like she could step on her smaller opponent while standing. Nonetheless, they were seconds away from facing each other in confrontation.
Desiree finished her instructions, wished them luck and directed them both back to their corners. Kim hesitated, unsure of whether to shake hands with the taller girl, but Stacey gave her a pitiless glare before turning and walking away. Kim was annoyed at the gesture, but quickly bounded back to her corner and waited for the bell to sound. The crowd cheered, siding with the tall, svelte Stacey in their pre-fight support as the girls anxiously awaited the start of the match.
With little delay, the bell rang and both wrestlers made their way out of their corners. Stacey glided out of her corner tensely, though her expression gave the appearance of cockiness. Kim, on the other hand moved swiftly but nervously, and there was no mistaking her anxiety. She kept running the lessons she had learned through her head. "Concentrate, plan, attack" she repeated in her head. As trained, she had spent hours running the match through in her head, analyzing her opponents strengths and how to counteract them as well as her weaknesses and how to exploit them. Her biggest advantage was strength while her biggest weakness was height and reach, so she had planned to get as close to Stacey as possible to compensate for her lack of height and to circumvent Stacey's reach advantage.
So as a result she moved close to Stacey but then bulled ahead and charged at her. The taller veteran however reached forward with her arms, grabbing hold of the top of Kim's bowed head as she rushed in. Kim came to a stop as Stacey's hands were now firmly clutching her hair as she held Kim at bay, an arms length away.
Kim had gotten herself caught in a position she did not want to be. Stacey was now able to take advantage of her superior reach, holding her at a safe distance. Kim swung her arm in a wild, roundhouse punch but Stacey merely sucked her gut in and Kim's fist sailed safely by in front of her stomach. Kim swung again with her other arm, but achieved the same result. The crowd chuckled a bit as the scene seemed to be straight out of a cartoon. But Stacey ended the jovial atmosphere by ramming her elbow down into the small of the bowed Kim's neck.
The pain shot through Kim's shoulders and she dropped to one knee, but quickly pushed herself back up as Stacey continued to press down on the back of her head. She tried to reach forward and grab hold of Stacey in any way she could. But it was useless. Stacey again rammed her elbow down between Kim's shoulder blades, causing her powerful foe to let out a loud grunt before again dropping to one knee.
Stacey retained her hold on the back of Kim's head, but the aching rookie was again able to get back to her feet, though still hunched forward from the force of Stacey's arms pressing down on her. But Kim now began to drive forward with her legs, and though Stacey's long, lithe arms kept the pressure on, she was now being forced slowly backward. Stacey's svelte biceps flexed from the strain of holding back the charging Kim, and she knew she had to counteract her force.
Once driven to within 2 or 3 steps of being forced against the ropes, Stacey acted quickly to use Kim's momentum against her. With Kim still reaching forward to try and grab hold of her, Stacey very quickly removed her hands from Kim's head and clutched onto her wrists, pressing them upward. Kim's momentum forced her arms to shoot in the air from Stacey's grasp and push and lifted straight up and over her head as she moved closer to Stacey.
Her thrust continued to carry her forward, so Stacey quickly lifted her knee up and into Kim's now exposed and unprotected gut. The quick maneuver caught Kim off guard and she was unable to tighten her abdominal muscles in preparation of the blow, which hurt her. Stacey however was surprised by the density of Kim's midsection. Even though she hadn't tensed her abdomen, it was still solid. But the collision was effective nonetheless. Realizing however that her target was solid, as soon as Stacey's foot hit the mat she immediately launched her knee up again and rammed it back into Kim's taut tummy. The first blow was effective, but the second caused even more damage and Kim bent forward, wrapping her arms around her belly.
The crowd cheered the taller wrestler for her quick thinking as Kim doubled over, in obvious pain. But Stacey took no time to gloat, instead moving closer and wrapping her inner thighs around the sides of Kim's head. She squeezed her legs tightly together and then dropped her body to the mat, flipping Kim onto her back as it hit the canvas. Kim was now flat on her back, her head twisted to the side and trapped tightly between Stacey's succulent thighs.
Stacey was now laying on her side, but holding her upper body off of the floor with her arm. She crossed one ankle over the other to lock the head scissors in place and tightened the grip on Kim's head, squeezing it like a ripe melon. Kim's ears were completely covered by Stacey's thighs, so she did not hear the roars of approval from the crowd, nor the taunts of her oppressor. But Stacey jawed at her anyway.
"That should just about do it for you! The Curvaceous Crush Strikes Again!" Stacey exclaimed triumphantly, confident that the hold would end the match. Kim was in trouble, and her head felt as if it were trapped in a vise. The two wrestler's body were intertwined, and the contrast between them became even more apparent. First of all Stacey's long, slender body appeared even lengthier with it stretched to it's limit, and Kim's compact form appeared squatty, trapped between Stacey's expansive gams. Even their skin color contrasted, as Kim's caramel colored skin revealed her Greek heritage while Stacey's cream colored hue gave no indication of her ancestry.
Desiree moved in closer to Kim, noticing the painful grimace stretched across her face. But Kim did not seem prepared to submit, so Desiree backed off while Stacey continued to wedge her legs tightly together. Kim felt the pressure building on her head, similar to a cork being pulled from a bottle of champagne, and feared a similar result. She was driven to action once the pressure became unbearable, and crammed her hands between Stacey's thighs, trying desperately to pry them apart.
Though no one had been able to break Stacey's grip in the past, the expression on the expansive woman's face revealed that Kim was having success. Kim's arms bulged as she slowly prodded her attacker's willowy limbs apart, prying them far enough apart for her to slip her head out from beneath their grasp. Stacey's face expressed her surprise, and then anger as Kim rolled onto her side, free from the clutches of her legs.
The angered Stacey quickly pushed herself up onto her knees, and then her feet before storming over to the now kneeling Kim. Her face was red and her hair tousled, but she had gotten to her knees as Stacey reached her. Standing in front of Kim, Stacey reached down, grabbing a handful of her disheveled hair, but before she could pull her up, Kim cocked her arm and delivered a forceful punch into Stacey's trim tummy.
The color immediately dissipated from Stacey's face as she gasped and stumbled backward, hunched forward. Kim's fist landed just below her ribs and not only bore into her stomach, but drained every last ounce of oxygen from her body. Stacey's beige complexion turned an eerie, yellow color as her mouth fell open and she struggled to catch her breath. She had never been hit that hard in her life, and it felt as if Kim's fist had punctured her skin, and possibly some vital organs!
Kim got to her feet slowly and lumbered over to the aching Stacey, grabbing her by the hair. She pulled Stacey alongside of her, placing her in a side headlock. Stacey was still wheezing pathetically, unable to catch her breath as Kim tugged her forward. Reaching the corner, Kim spun around, backing Stacey against the turnbuckles before shoving her body against them. Stacey's color had still not returned, though she finally seemed able to inhale a few gulps of air.
Kim took a second to calm down and focus, but then moved in and rammed her knee into Stacey's gut. The taller girl collapsed forward as she whined, wrapping her arms around her wounded midsection. But Kim simply grabbed hold of her wrists and pushed them back, pinning them to the top rope. Stacey was now wide open, and Kim sent another blistering knee into her devastated paunch. Stacey's head shot back as her body dropped forward, her mouth opened wide and her face twisted with pain. Though only three shots had landed so far, the pain was enervating and she knew she couldn't take much more.
But Kim wasn't done yet. She grabbed Stacey's right wrist with both hands, and whipped her out of the corner and across the ring. Stacey's long legs carried her aching body at a rapid clip, and in seconds she found herself smashing into the opposite corner, face first. Her arms draped over the top rope and her body shook back and forth before she settled into the corner. Kim came racing across however, and stood directly in back of Stacey before lifting her leg and stomping her black boot into Stacey's lower back.
The lanky Stacey's body bent in half, the entire middle section being bending forward while her shoulders and legs bent back. She cried out on pain as her body drooped off of the ropes while Kim remained in back of her. Kim then moved closer and lowered her right shoulder while bowing her head forward. She pressed the top of her shoulders against Stacey's back and reached her arms up and across Stacey's body, placing one arm across the top of her legs and the other across her throat. She then bent her knees and pressed Stacey into the air, slowly backing away and walking toward the center of the ring.
Stacey's body was now draped across Kim's shoulders, facing upward. Kim adjusted her grip, her arms still stretched across Stacey on either side, but moving them into a new position. She stretched her left arm so that it crossed over the top of Stacey's thigh, digging her fingers into the outside of one for leverage. She then moved her right arm so that her hand had a firm grip on Stacey's chin, thereby forcing her head back.
The crowd roared as Stacey's body was bent across Kim's shoulders, stretched in the painful yet effective hold. Stacey's arm fell helplessly out to her sides as she stared up into the ceiling. Her back was arched to the limit and the pressure on it was becoming unbearable. Some people called the hold an "across the shoulder backbreaker", but as Stacey would attest, the more appropriate name was the "Torture Rack". Stacey felt as if her body were on the medieval contraption, and she couldn't stand much more.
The crowd however was loving every minute of it. Kim's powerful body was on display with her arms stretched out to her sides, as was Stacey's though in quite a different fashion. Kim had learned her lessons well in wrestling school, because the hold was virtually inescapable, and Stacey knew that. She tried to bear it, but she knew that she would eventually have to submit. Desiree knew it too, and stood by waiting for it to come.
Kim kept her balance, shuffling her feet as Stacey's long body hung off of either side of her own. Stacey's long legs were drooped off one side, seemingly stretching for several feet. Kim then began to spin, adding insult to injury. She rotated her body, spinning the trapped Stacey like a helicopter propeller, over her head. Stacey kept her eyes open, but all she could see was the ceiling spinning above her. She resigned herself to submitting, but Kim kept spinning. Finally though Kim wound to a halt, but stumbled a few steps before planting her feet.
The young wrestler had made a drastic mistake. By revolving so many times, she had made herself dizzy and unsteady. Her shoulders began to pitch up and down, jarring Stacey with her. She knew that she would lose her balance at any minute and so she pulled her arms down and back toward her body, causing Stacey to roll of her shoulders and crash painfully to the mat.
Stacey landed hard and rolled onto her back, dizzy hurt and still breathing heavily. Her small yet perfectly rounded chest heaved up and down as she arched her back to relieve the pain. Her assumptions about Kim had proven wrong. The rookie had not only learned how to wrestle, but she was also extremely powerful. As Stacey continued to catch her breath and licks her wounds however, the woozy Kim also was trying to regroup. The spin, which seemed like a good idea at the time, had left her dizzy and disoriented.
But Stacey was in no condition to jump to her feet, and so Kim had the benefit of regaining her balance in peace. Once she did, she walked over toward the fallen Stacey and pulled her to her feet by the hair. Stacey rose reluctantly, also receiving the benefit of the rest period, but Kim was still in control. She grabbed hold of Stacey's wrist with both hands and whipped her towards the ropes with a might hurl. Stacey raced across the ring, sinking deeply into the ropes before her body ricocheted off of them and returned toward the waiting Kim. Unlike in her previous matches, Kim had thought out her moves in advance, and ducked under the charging Stacey, submarining her into the air.
Stacey flipped into the air and then crashed to the mat on her back, her long legs sprawled out below her. Kim's confidence began to peak and she turned to face her fallen opponent. She then leaped into the air, spreading her arms into a swan dive. Her intention was to deliver the final blow, a splash right on top of Stacey which would result in a pin. Stacey however, adroitly rolled quickly out of harms way, and Kim's splash missed it's target.
Again her inexperience came into play as she had spread her body completely, and as such, took the brunt of the landing on her body. She did not protect herself by shielding her fall, assuming Stacey would take the brunt of the landing. Kim now lay face down, her body completely spread eagle as Stacey struggled to get to her feet.
The crowd cheered loudly, excited about the action to this point. Stacey finally got to her feet as Kim rolled onto her side and shook her head to clear it. Though unsteady, Stacey was now in a position to resume control. She moved closer, wary of putting herself in the position of being a target for Kim's powerful blows. Realizing her safest approach, Stacey came up from behind the now kneeling Kim and prepared to make her move.
Kim was still struggling a bit, and unable to react quickly enough to thwart Stacey's advance. As a result, Stacey rushed up behind Kim and interlocked her fingers beneath Kim's chin, pulling upward. She then thrust her hips forward, forcing her weight down on Kim's back and knocking her down to the mat. Kim landed on her belly with Stacey's sitting atop her back, the weight of Stacey's body adding to the impact of the landing.
Stacey then slid down Kim's back a bit and positioned herself so that her butt was planted firmly on top of Kim's butt. She then planted her right foot next to Kim's right shoulder, and then did the same with her left, bending her legs in towards her body. Next she grabbed Kim's right arm and pulled it back until it was wedged between her right hip and stomach, and then did the same for her left. She now had both of Kim's arms pulled back and trapped in the crease between her thighs and stomach. Stacey then reached forward and again interlocked her fingers beneath Kim's chin, pulling her head backward.
Kim's back began to arch as her head was forced off of the canvas and pulled back toward Stacey, her arms trapped behind her. Stacey had successfully gotten Kim into a painful Camel Clutch with surprisingly little effort. Stacey pulled as hard as she could on Kim's chin, putting the powerful wrestler in a very precarious position. Kim began to grunt and grimace, but her mouth was jammed shut by the hold. Spitters of saliva shot out of her mouth as she tried to verbally protest the hold, but Stacey had gotten control of her.
The grunts turned to anguished groans as Stacey's long arms allowed her to lean back and gain even more leverage to increase the intensity. Kim was in trouble, but she continued to resist, trying to force her upper body forward to alleviate the pain. The struggle raged on, Kim's muted cries now intermingling with Stacey's grunts of exertion. Each time Stacey would pull back harder, Kim would resist by impelling her torso forward. Stacey's arms began to quiver and her subtle arm muscles showed her strain, but not quite as vividly as the contorted expression on Kim's face. Stacey felt her arms weakening, and though the hold was effective, she knew she couldn't hold on long enough to force a submission.
But as she continued to pull on Kim's chin, she derived a plan. She eased her exertion just long enough to take a breath, and then gave one mighty tug. Kim contested the effort by impelling herself forward with all of her might when Stacey shrewdly unlocked her fingers, sending Kim's face plunging toward the mat.
Just as Stacey had planned, Kim's face was driven into the canvas with tremendous force, and the powerful wrestler moaned as her head turned to the side and came to a rest. The jolting impact jarred her senses and left her out of it temporarily. Taking advantage of that, Stacey slid off of Kim's back and pushed herself alongside Kim, wedging her right leg under Kim's body before wrapping her other leg on top. She had situated her body in such a way that she now had Kim trapped in a body scissors, her long legs wrapped tightly around Kim's midsection.
Stacey lifted her upper body with her arm to gain leverage, and then began to constrict her legs together, clamping the pressure onto Kim's tummy. Stacey then smiled, realizing she now again had her signature move in place, confident she could put Kim away, once and for all. She squeezed with all of her might as Kim struggled to tense her abdominal muscles to compensate.
Stacey kept the pressure on, and again used the opportunity to taunt her opponent. "You won't get away this time girl. The Curvaceous Crush got you now" she whispered firmly. But Kim ignored her and continued to resist by tightening her body. No matter how much Stacey tried to tighten the vise, Kim seemed just as determined to tense her muscles.
The two went back and forth for several minutes, with little progress. Though Kim was in pain, she was able to impede Stacey's grip just enough to make it unbearable. On top of that, Stacey was now tiring, her legs losing their force. She had never come across anything like this. Whenever she had gotten her legs around someone, they always seemed to submit, but this rookie was an exception. Realizing that she needed to take another course of action, Stacey gradually eased the compression and tried to roll her leg out from under Kim.
But the rookie wasn't about to cooperate and instead, fought back. Having the advantage of Stacey's leg trapped beneath her, Kim used that factor. She grabbed hold of Stacey's other leg, and began to dig her fingers into the back of Stacey's thigh. Kim's grip was fierce, and her fingers quickly disappeared into the meaty thigh of her opponent, who began to squeal in pain. With Stacey's leg resting on top of her, Kim was in the perfect position and so took her other hand and also began to dig her fingers into Stacey's luscious thigh. With all of her fingers now buried into Stacey's flank, the trapped girl began to scream. Her thigh muscle was on Fire from the tortuous grip. Finally though Kim relented and pushed herself from between Stacey's legs and up onto her feet.
Stacey meanwhile curled her battered leg in toward her body and began to massage her aching hamstring. But Kim reached down and quickly grabbed hold of Stacey's right wrist and ankle, pulling her off of the mat and beginning to slowly circled. She hauled the ensnared Stacey's body around in a circle at a faster clip until finally Stacey became parallel to the mat. Her right arm and leg were stretched in toward Kim while her left leg and arm stretched helplessly away from her body as she rotated around her opponent.
After several more revolutions, Kim released her grip and sent Stacey sailing across the ring until she landed in a heap and rolled over and onto her side.
Kim took a second to catch her breath and regain her balance as Stacey cowered in the corner, curled into a ball. But Kim wasted no time and charged over to her opponent, grabbing a handful of her hair. She plucked Stacey up forcefully before clamping one hand around her throat, and grabbing her from between the legs with the other. Kim then bent her knees, took a deep breath and impressively pressed Stacey's body up and over her head.
The crowd roared their approval as Stacey's body was completely parallel to the canvas, her throat and groin used as the pressure points. Her arms and legs hung down limply and her face began to turn a bright red. Not wanting to take any chances, Kim walked forward several steps, just so that everyone could see, but then forcefully dropped Stacey to the mat with a THUD.
Stacey landed hard once again, and she let out a pained peeping noise upon landing. The crowd jumped to their feet at the show of strength by Kim, and she gladly acknowledged their cheers by raising her arms over her head and parading around the ring victoriously. Stacey meanwhile was overwhelmed. Her body was in agony and her signature move had failed to win the match for her, not once, but twice. She knew that Kim's power was too much for her to overcome, but she also knew that Kim had a lot to learn. She desperately tried to formulate a plan to outsmart the rookie, but her time was running out.
Kim finished her celebration and approached Stacey, who was unable to formulate a plan of attack. As a result, Kim violently yanked her off of the mat by the hair and hauled her onto her feet. Kim then grabbed onto Stacey's wrist and whipped her towards the rope. Stacey's injured leg throbbed with each step she took, but she was moving too rapidly to slow down.
Her body sagged against the ropes, but then bounced off of them and returned toward the waiting Kim. As before, Kim crouched down to submarine her taller opponent, but this time Stacey leapfrogged right over Kim's back and kept running forward. She bounced off of the ropes and again returned towards Kim, who this time was more unsure of what to do.
Kim raised her hands to confront Stacey, but the more experienced grappler dove at Kim's knees, wrapping her arms around them and pulling Kim down. Kim toppled over as Stacey rolled to the side
and immediately grabbed hold of Kim's ankles. She stood up, pulling Kim's legs with her, and then crossed one over the other before forcing them down toward her back. Stacey then jumped down on top of Kim's crossed legs, and the trapped rookie screamed with pain as the muscles in the front of her thighs stretched like rubber bands.
Stacey positioned herself so that she was now sitting atop Kim's folded legs, and continued to keep the pressure on. Kim was squealing in pain now, the pressure becoming too much for her to bear. Stacey sat up, pushing her body off of Kim's legs and thereby releasing the pressure, but then she jumped back down on them, causing Kim to again shriek. Stacey persisted, repeating the process twice more before Kim's legs felt completely numb.
Stacey then pushed herself off of Kim, still clutching onto her ankles. Standing below her, she then used Kim's legs to roll her over and onto her back. Kim plopped over, her arms falling over her head as Stacey quickly adjusted her grip of Kim's ankles. She then again crossed one leg over the other, and before Kim could resist, she drove Kim's legs forward, bending one over the other in the process. Stacey pushed as hard and fast as she could until Kim's legs were parallel to her upper body and right above it. She was folded in half, her legs crossed and held in place by Stacey.
The crowd roared their approval, excited by the fast paced and back and forth action. Stacey then plopped her butt down on top of Kim's suspended butt, trapping her legs and pinning her shoulders to the mat. It was a textbook, matchbook pin, and Kim had no escape. Desiree charged over and, observing Kim's shoulders, began to count. Kim squirmed and wriggled, but she could not free herself as the count reached ten. Stacey held on tightly to Kim's ankles, placing all of her weight down on her butt to keep Kim at bay.
Finally Desiree reached ten and counted out Kim as the bell rang to signal the end of the match. Kim's eyes began to water as she realized she had lost the match. Stacey meanwhile breathed a sigh of relief. Her thigh was still throbbing and her body was exhausted, but she had won!
Stacey stood up and had her arm raised by Desiree as the crowd erupted into applause. Her body was shiny from her own perspiration and her white suit clung to it. The dampness from her body had also transferred onto her suit, especially on her chest, and the two small orbs protruded from beneath it, her nipples projecting even further. Stacey blew a kiss and then climbed out of the ring, hobbling back to the dressing room. Kim stayed on the mat for a minute or two, but once Stacey reached the back of the arena, she slowly got to her feet, tears streaming down her cheeks. To her surprise however, the crowd gave her a nice round of applause in appreciation for her gallant effort.
Kim waved half-heartedly, but then slowly climbed out of the ring and shuffled back to the dressing room.
Stacey threw herself down on the couch, her body aching. She was gratified in the win, though surprised at how difficult it had been. A few minutes later, Heather walked in and sat down next to her before giving her a big hug.
"You were great Stace. God, that girl was a monster, huh?" Heather said to her. Stacey shook her head and smiled. "Yeah, where the hell did she come from?" Stacey asked, though not expecting an answer.
"Where's Kenny?" Stacey asked. "He's waiting in the lobby, they won't let him in." Came Heather's reply. "Good" Stacey sighed, "I must look like hell!"
Heather stood up and smiled. "Stace, you look gorgeous! And that suit is incredible! God you looked great out there! Even your nipples look great !" she said jokingly before turning away, her voice starting to crack as she tried to feign laughter.
Stacey was surprised, and knew something was wrong. Heather had said she had something to tell her, but Stacey didn't think much of it. But now she began to wonder. "What's wrong Heather?" she asked.
Heather turned around slowly and again sat next to Stacey, who was now sitting upright. "I've got something to tell you Stace. You probably don't realize it, but Kenny and I have gotten pretty serious lately." She started.
Stacey's face dropped. She wasn't expecting the conversation to start that way. She was expecting Heather to say that she and Kenny had broken up. At least she had hoped that that would have been Heather's news. Then she could make her move on him.
But Heather went on. "Well Kenny's been offered a job in California, a great job. And he's asked me to come with him." Heather continued.
Stacey's face dropped even further and a lump developed in her throat. Heather couldn't be leaving her, could she.? She hadn't been serious with a guy for years, and certainly not close enough to move away with one.
"So what are you going to do?" Stacey asked, her voice starting to tremble.
"Well, I really like this guy. In fact, I think I love him. And there's nothing holding me here....except you! So even though I can't stand to leave you Stacey, I'm going to go." She concluded, tears welling in her eyes.
Stacey's heart sank to her feet and all of the physical pain she was feeling went away. In fact her whole body went numb. Heather was her only friend, her partner. What would she do without Heather? She tried to be cool however, though her expression gave her away.
"So when do you leave?" she asked. Heather turned away and whispered, "tomorrow". Finally Stacey couldn't take it anymore.
"TOMORROW!!!! How could you be leaving tomorrow and not tell me??" she yelled, her vice cracking with emotion. Heather said nothing, but tears started to roll down her cheeks. "Listen Stace, I'm sorry, but I've got to go. I gotta pack and get ready. I'll be back in a few weeks to clean things up and we can talk more then. You take care of yourself though!" she said before embracing Stacey one last time.
Stacey hugged her back, but her heart was broken. This was her only friend. How could she leave?
Finally Heather backed away, turned towards the door, and quickly ran out of the room, leaving Stacey all alone. This was not the way Stacey had planned to end the evening. Despite her gutsy performance tonight, she had lost much more than she had gained. Heather was more than a friend to her. She admired Heather, even idolized her, and with Heather leaving, it would have a dramatic affect on her life.
