The jovial, capacity crowd filed into the arena to witness a first of it’s kind event for the federation. Maggie, her husband John and her mother Leona joined the crowd in finding their seats in the front row and settled down into them, waiting for the start of the festivities. The occasion on this night was a Tag Team Tournament to determine the new Ladies Tag Team Champions. Four teams would be competing for the crown vacated by the split up of the Golden Girls, the former champions. The pairings for the first round had been selected earlier in the day at random. The winners of the two first round matches would then face-off, with the winner of that match being crowned the new champions. With the start of the first match just a few minutes away, the crowd settled back and anticipated the introductions for the first match.

Back in the locker rooms, the two teams for the first match made their preparations. The first team consisted of an odd union, Fire and Barbie Doll. The two had agreed to team up for the tournament several weeks ago, despite their past ring confrontation. Barbie Doll paced back and forth nervously, concerned about her partner. Fire was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, staring blankly ahead. Just the night before she had been humiliated by Helen in a catfight which was witnessed by her husband and she was completely out of it. Barbie Doll, nervous enough about making her return to the ring almost three months after losing badly to Helen in a championship match, was deeply concerned. She had tried to snap Fire out of her funk, unaware of what had caused it, but Fire was in her own world. Barbie Doll knew something was wrong the moment Fire had entered the room. She looked disheveled, her hair messed and her face drawn. She even refused to wear the matching outfit Barbie Doll had picked up for her, opting to go with a black unitard which covered her entire body from her ankles to her shoulders. It was a far cry from the sexy bikinis Fire usually wore in the ring, and it did nothing to enhance her 34 year old, 5’4”, 125 lb. frame. Barbie Doll grew more distraught as the minutes wore on, fearing that her partner would be of no help. She was wearing a white, Spandex, one piece outfit with rhinestones stretching across her bustline, and matching white boots. At 36 years old, 5’5” and 115 lbs, Barbie was attractive in a “girl next door” kind of way. Her long, curly brown hair was her most prominent feature, running down to the middle of her back. The newly formed team was having it’s troubles even before they entered the ring, and Barbie was a nervous wreck.

Just next door however their opponent’s locker room was quite a different scene. Their opponents were relatively new to the federation, calling themselves the Pretty Girls. This would be their fourth match as members, having won two and lost one of their previous matches. Very calmly they went about putting the finishing touches on themselves, eager to get into the ring and before the crowd. They were two attractive yet arrogant young women, popular with the crowds but disliked by the other wrestlers. They never socialized or even spoke with any of the other women, always smugly walking by them in the gym or locker room and keeping to themselves. They smugly took the name “The Pretty Girls” after hearing some of the other women call them that behind their backs. The team consisted of Heather, a tall, statuesque blonde of Danish descent and Stacey, also tall and pretty. Heather was 26 years old, stood 5’10” and weighed 145 lbs. She was a beautiful woman with very blonde hair down to the middle of her back. She had gorgeous skin with high cheek bones, big green eyes and a strong jaw line. Her body was sturdy yet very well proportioned and alluring. Heather wore no make-up, her well defined features needing no assistance. In fact she did very little to enhance her looks at all, being a low maintenance beauty. She wore a very flattering full cut, pink metallic bikini and matching ankle high boots, and was by far the most attractive woman in the federation. Her partner Stacey was also attractive, but less dazzling and requiring more maintenance. She was 28 years old, stood 5’8” and weighed 140 lbs. She had soft, frizzy, light brown hair which she tied into a bun, leaving two silky drifts of hair on either side of her face, which framed it nicely. Although her sun-tanned face was non-descript, she knew exactly how to highlight her features. She used a thin layer of mascara to emphasize her long eyelashes, and highlight her brown eyes. She applied a hint of rouge on each cheek to enhance her undefined cheek bones and a touch of lipgloss to add sparkle to her lips. Just the right amount of make-up, almost unnoticeable but just enough to intensify her ordinary features. Her lean body was in good shape, slender but shapely with a modest line of blonde peachfuzz covering her dimpled, tanned stomach. But her most striking feature by far was her long, lean legs. They gave the appearance of being 5 feet long and were very shapely, with meaty thighs and well toned calves. She applied a thin layer of oil on them to add sparkle and draw even more attention to them. She wore a purple metallic bikini which matched her partners but in a complimentary color, and also wore matching, ankle high boots. The two women together were quite an impressive sight and it was obvious why the crowds loved them and the other women were jealous of them. Although they wore some make-up and flashy yet not overly revealing bikinis, none of it was overdone. They looked elegantly provocative. And they knew it and acted accordingly, regarded as snobs by the rest of the girls.

The Pretty Girls had insisted on being introduced last, so Barbie Doll and Fire entered the arena first. They climbed into the ring to a mixed reaction from the crowd, Barbie Doll bouncing and stretching while Fire made her way to the corner and placed her arms on the top rope apathetically. Although Barbie Doll was popular with the crowd, Fire’s tousled appearance and obvious indifference impaired the greeting they received. Just as the excitement died down, the doors burst open and The Pretty Girls sauntered into the arena. They walked down the aisle side by side, wearing metallic robes which matched their suits. They walked briskly and strutted like runway models until they reached the ring. Heather climbed in first and received a raucous cheer from the crowd. Stacey climbed in next, absorbing the overflow of Heather’s greeting. Heather strutted around the ring, waving and smiling, followed closely behind by Stacey. It was obvious that Heather was the star attraction of the team, with Stacey playing a supporting role. Although Stacey did not relish that status, she accepted it. Her friendship with Heather was strong enough to withstand any petty rivalry which could have developed, and Heather respected Stacey for that. The two women gradually made their way to their corner and slipped their robes off. In the other corner, Barbie Doll gazed across at her opponent’s, annoyed at their showiness, while Fire looked on unemotionally. The Doll realized that if they were to win, she would have to take control. She volunteered to start the match for the team, and Fire casually climbed beneath the ropes and stood on the ring apron. Across the way, The Pretty girls kissed each other on the cheek before Stacey climbed out of the ring, leaving Heather to start off for the team. Barbie looked intensely across at her glamorous foe, her heart racing as beads of sweat formed on her forehead. Suddenly the bell rang and the two combatants made their way out of their corners.

Barbie Doll moved spryly toward her blonde opponent as Heather smirked while moving closer, showing her older foe little respect. They locked arms toward the center of the ring, but the taller, stronger Heather easily overpowered the Doll and forced her back against the ropes. As the Doll’s back bounced against the ropes, she used the momentum to propel herself forward and swap positions with Heather. The statuesque blonde now had her back to the ropes as Barbie struggled to gain an upper hand. She freed one of her hands and delivered an uppercut into Heather’s taut midsection, but it had little effect. Heather then quickly reached forward and wrapped her arm around Barbie’s head, forcing her into a headlock. The Doll slumped forward as Heather locked her arm around her neck and pushed her toward the corner. Moving to just a few inched away from Fire’s grasp, Heather began racing across the ring, towing Barbie Doll along under her arm. As they reached the corner, Stacey extended her knee through the top two ropes and Heather slammed the Doll’s head against it, causing it to ricochet off of Stacey’s joint before she tumbled over backwards. Heather then slapped Stacey’s hand and climbed out of the ring while Stacey climbed in. She charged over to the fallen Doll and grabbed a handful of her long, wavy hair, yanking her onto her feet. Stacey then reached over and grabbed Barbie Doll by the wrist, preparing to toss her toward the ropes. She stepped forward and then flung Barbie Doll alongside her, but the Doll was able to stop herself and reverse the move. She tossed Stacey ahead, sending her running toward the side ropes. Stacey bounced off of them, but Barbie had run up behind her and lowered her shoulder. Just as Stacey ricocheted off of the ropes, her stomach collided with the Doll’s shoulder and her entire upper body collapsed onto the Doll. Barbie then quickly straightened up, tossing Stacey over her shoulder and flipping her into the air. Stacey’s long legs fluttered in midair before she crashed to the mat, landing on her lower back. Stacey’s mouth flew open in pain as her body sprung into the air and then settled back down against the mat. Barbie raced alongside her and immediately stomped her boot into Stacey’s peachfuzzed stomach. The pretty, brown-haired girl’s upper body reflexively launched into the air before dropping back down to the mat. Barbie Doll then quickly walked down to her feet and reaching down, grabbed hold of her right ankle. She pulled Stacey’s right leg into the air and then twisted her ankle away from her body. Stacey began to whine and slap her hands on the mat, but Barbie just increased the pressure, winding the long, shiny leg further. Suddenly Heather ducked through the ropes and dashed over behind Barbie Doll, pulling her down to the mat by the hair. She then raced back to the corner and onto the ring apron.

Fire stood in the corner, watching the action, but not reacting. Barbie Doll rolled onto her side and got to her feet, as Stacey did the same. As Stacey slowly straightened herself up however, Barbie quickly grabbed her hair with both hands and instantly charged across the ring toward the corner. She ran right toward the corner where Heather was standing, dragging Stacey alongside her by the hair. She then stepped to the side and tossed Stacey’s head down into the turnbuckle before stepping to the side, out of Heather’s reach. Stacey’s head careened off of the padded turnbuckle and she fell backward, landing on her hind quarters. Heather immediately bent down and stretched her hand into the ring and Stacey slapped it. The tall blonde then stepped between the ropes, but before she could get both legs into the ring, Barbie Doll clamped a headlock on her neck and pulled her in. She then raced forward with Heather locked beneath her arm. Reaching the center of the ring, Barbie leaped into the air, pulling her legs out in front of her. As she descended, she repositioned her hands behind Heather’s head and forced it downward, driving it into the mat a split second before her butt landed against it as well. Heather’s long body stretched out, face down, on the canvas as her head bounced up and down several times before it came to rest. Barbie doll had taken control of the match single-handedly, and the crowd became torn between The Pretty Girls and the heroic Doll. But she took no time to bask in the swaying crowd’s support as she rolled over and perched herself on top of Heather’s lower back. She then leaned forward and wrapped her forearm beneath Heather’s chin, pulling her head up off of the mat. She adjusted her grip, making sure that she had Heather’s head locked firmly beneath her arm, and then yanked her up as hard as she could. Heather was trapped in a painful Camel Clutch and her grimacing face showed the effectiveness of the painful hold. Barbie Doll strained to put more pressure on, but Stacey snuck up behind her pulled her off of Heather by the back of her hair. As she rolled onto her side, Stacey then kicked the toe of her boot into the Doll’s stomach, causing her to groan and wrap her arms around her midsection. Having accomplished her goal, Stacey pranced back to her corner as Heather slowly got to her feet. The pretty blonde was angry and sneered as she walked over to the curled up Barbie Doll. Reaching down, she grabbed the Doll’s wrist and plucked her off of the mat. She then whipped her forward, sending her racing toward her corner. Barbie’s back slammed into the turnbuckle right in front of Fire, and she instantly raised her hand, which Fire slapped.

As the furious blonde charged over, Fire began to make her way through the ropes, but she was not quick enough. With her body crouched forward and one leg in the ring and the other out, Fire was vulnerable, and the charging Heather’s eyes lit up. She raced forward and rammed her knee into Fire’s face, jarring the rumpled brunette. Fire’s body collapsed down onto the ropes, but Heather instantly hauled her into the ring. Barbie Doll was still perched in the corner, so Heather quickly tossed the brunette’s dizzied body backward, driving her into the trapped Barbie Doll. The attractive blonde then began to stomp her foot into Fire’s midsection, which kept Barbie Doll pinned behind her as they both suffered from the pounding. Fire’s head slumped down in front of her after several stomps, but Barbie tried desperately to free herself from beneath her pounded partner. After pausing from the barrage of kicks, Heather stepped forward and grabbed Fire’s slumping head before forcefully driving it straight backward. The back of Fire’s head blasted into Barbie Doll’s face, causing her to let out a loud scream and raise her hands to her face. Heather then yanked Fire out of the corner, leaving Barbie Doll to collapse in a heap. She dragged her forward by the hair, pulling her across the ring and towards Stacey. As they reached the corner, Heather extended her arm and slapped Stacey’s hand, but then instead of exiting the ring, she placed Fire in a Full Nelson, trapping her arms up at her shoulders. Stacey then climbed into the ring, stepped inched away from the oblivious brunette and began to deliver several painful jabs into Fire’s defenseless gut. Each connecting punch mad a loud thump upon impact, and Fire was quickly fading. Finally Heather nodded her head at Stacey who relented and stood still. Heather then released the Full Nelson as Stacey bent forward in front of them. Fire collapsed over Stacey’s shoulder as Heather let go of her and climbed out of the ring. Stacey then straightened up, carrying Fire on her shoulder as she walked around the ring. Barbie Doll was still laying in the opposite corner of the ring, and Stacey headed in that direction. As Fire hung off of Stacey’s body, the pretty brown-haired woman stepped in front of the fallen Doll, and kicked her foot forward, driving it into Barbie’s curled back. The Doll groaned loudly and rolled onto her back as Stacey walked away, carrying Fire toward the center of the ring. She then dumped the dazed wrestler’s body off of her shoulder, leaving her laying on her back. Stacey then moved up near fire’s head and positioned herself alongside Fire’s throat. She then leaped into the air, pulling her long, right leg out in front of her. The back of her thigh landed directly on Fire’s throat, and the brunette’s legs flew into the air as her throat was crushed by Stacey’s meaty thigh. Stacey then positioned her left leg beneath Fire’s head, trapping her in a head scissors.

Stacey’s long legs were a formidable weapon, in addition to their beauty. She squeezed her sleek, oiled legs firmly around Fire’s throat as the crowd roared their approval. Fire’s body twitched and squirmed, but there was no escape from the torturous hold. The length of Stacey’s legs gave her a tremendous amount of leverage, and she propped her upper body off of the mat to increase that leverage. She used one arm, almost as if she were posing, while tightly squeezing Fire’s throat. As the crowd continued to roar, Stacey finally loosened her grip, but did not remove her legs. Instead, she slid them further down Fire, positioning her own body up at Fire’s shoulder, but stretching her glamorous legs across Fire’s body to her thighs. She now had a cross body scissors in place, and gradually tightened her grip. Fire’s face slowly began to cringe as the pressure mounted. The glimmering gams were positioned directly between Fire’s breasts, and the tight grip was crushing her entire torso. Fire knew she was helpless and eventually did not resist. Her body felt as if it were in a vise, and Stacey smiled as she posed for the crowd. After almost two full minutes, she loosened her grip and slowly pulled her leg out from beneath Fire, and the other from across her body. She then got to her feet and paraded over to her corner, leaving Fire laying on her back in the center of the ring. She slapped Heather’s hand, and the tall blonde then began to climb the ropes. Eventually she got to the top rope, positioning her feet so they rested on either side of the turnbuckle before she slowly stood upright. She spread her arms over her head, encouraging the crowd to cheer. Her long, shapely body was now fully extended as she became airborne, leaping forward. She did a perfect swan dive, stretching her arms out to her sides as she quickly descended upon the fallen Fire. Heather landed square across Fire’s flattened shoulders and the judge began the count right away. Reaching ten, the bell rang and Heather got to her feet. Stacey climbed beneath the ropes and joined her partner, and the two attractive women stood over Fire, with their hands raised over their heads in victory.

After a few more minutes, The Pretty Girls made their way out of the ring. They would now advance to the championship match, facing the winner of the match which was yet to come. Maggie, watching from the front row, squirmed in her seat as Fire and Barbie doll were assisted from the ring. The next match as of particular interest to her, and she was anxious for it to get underway.
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