Mimi was waving to the fans as she came out to the ring. It was her first match ever; Paul, her husband, was watching from a couple rows back. He had talked her into joining this prostyle wrestling league, saying how she could make a lot of money.
“But it’s fake, right?” she had asked while signing the papers to indemnify the league from any lawsuits should Mimi get injured.
“Of course, hun,” Paul said reassuringly as he watched his wife scratch her signature on the contracts. Mimi spent a week visiting the league’s costume designer getting the outfit for her gimmick right.
Paul sat in the crowd when he heard tropical island beats blare over the loudspeakers as his wife was introduced as The Filipino Princess.
The audience was raucous as Paul watched his wife smile and wave to them, like she used to do as a beauty contestant back when she did modeling. Her top looked like she had on a seashell bikini with a grass skirt and a lei around her neck. She removed the latter two before entering the ring, walking up the steps in her bare feet, as she adjusted the tiny blue thong she wore underneath.
Her opponent came out to White Snake; she was introduced The Ultimate Rocker. She looked like she had stepped out of a time machine from the 80’s; her blonde hair was teased up, she wore a zebra spandex one piece, with matching bandana, white leg warmers–over her knee pads–and the tan pantyhose plus garish purple eyeshadow and face paint so it looked like a green star across her left cheek.
She was tall, about six feet, but just towered over Paul’s wife, as the blonde was chewing gum when the two came to the center to shake hands on the referees instructions. She extended her palm and Mimi graciously accepted but didn’t see the other fighter swing her leg until The Rocker’s boot was buried in her tummy. The ref signaled for the bell as Mimi was completely bent in half while still holding hands with her opponent. The Rocker casually picked the Filipina up onto her strong shoulders and the crowd got a good laugh as she twirled in circles as Mimi cried out from the airplane spin.
The amazon dumped the girl off her shoulders, landing hard on the mat. She was still dizzy when he Rocker picked Mimi up by her long, dark hair. She guerrilla pressed The Princess over her head, one hand choking Mimi while her opponent’s other hand was between the Asian girl’s crotch. She paraded Mimi around the ring for a minute before dropping down to one knee, bringing The Princess’s stomach crashing into a devastating gut breaker.
The impact made Mimi spasm as all the air was forced out of her body; she weakly tried to move but The Rocker held her opponent firmly in place with a handful of the Filipino’s long hair. Her head popped up as The Rocker brought her hand down on Mimi’s backside; the crowd chuckled as a chorus of wolf whistles came from every direction. Paul smiled as he watched the blonde woman spank his wife in the middle of the ring. Mimi barely struggled, even after her behind was red from the woman’s strong hand.
The Rocker stood, lifting The Princess as easily as a child; she flipped Mimi up before bringing the brunette down with an atomic drop; the blonde’s knee connecting mostly with Mimi’s beaten butt. She wobbled forward a few steps, her mouth frozen open as a silent scream was affixed to her visage. The Rocker spun Mimi around, grabbing her opponent’s skinny arm, and Irish whipped the Asian girl into the corner.
Mimi didn’t have the training to know to turn so she should land back-first against the turnbuckle so instead her chest collided with the pads. She bounced like a pinball, as she cupped her small boobs, they had been squashed against the pad, when she felt The Rocker wrap her arms around Mimi’s waist and flip her backwards.
“Waaaa!” she hollered until the back of her neck and shoulders collided with the mat. The force of the German suplex was so great that her tiny seashell bikini top came flying off. The crowd whistled appreciatively at the Asian girl’s exposed tits.
Not ceasing in her attack, The Rocker stood and rolled The Princess over with the toe of her boot. Mimi gave no resistance as she groaned; her body ached like she had just been in a car accident. The Rocker grabbed her opponents waif-like arms and planted her boot in the middle of Mimi’s back, leaning back to stretch the petite brunette in a surfboard. Her cries were heard all over the arena as it felt like her spine would surely snap as the fans were treated to the sight of Mimi’s small breasts.
The Rocker tired of this and released Mimi’s arms but her reprieve was brief as the tall blonde started delivering knee drops to her opponent’s back. Each one made The Princess shriek as though her nails were being ripped off. The Rocker would grind her knee pad into Mimi’s back, brace herself by pushing off with both hands on her opponent’s shoulders, lift her knee backwards, as though she were on some invisible starters block, then bring the knee back down, crashing into the girl’s spine.
Mimi was already near tears until The Rocker switched, driving her knee into the brunette’s upper back as she reared back on the girl’s chin. Even though Mimi was within an arm’s reach of the ropes she did not possess the knowledge to free herself from her predicament.
The Rocker grinned, while still chewing her gum, as she switched to pulling back on Mimi’s long hair as the Asian girl screeched at the top of her lungs as she fruitlessly beat her fists on the mat. During all this, the ref never asked once if she wanted to give up. Paul would find out later this is the standard initiation given to all newcomers.
The Rocker stood, picking Mimi to her feet by her hair, and whipped The Princess through the air, flinging her over the blonde’s shoulder, in a nasty looking hair-mare. She hit the mat hard on her already tender back as The Rocker repeated the maneuver two more times, throwing the girl around like a rag doll, before dragging Mimi into the corner. She draped her opponent’s arms over the ropes; Mimi was in so much agony she just allowed The Rocker to have her way but when the blonde cocked back and buried a right fist into the Asian’s flat tummy The Princess practically folded in half.
Her mouth formed an O shape as the air was forced out of her. The Rocker held onto the middle rope and started thrusting her shoulder into Mimi’s midsection until The Princess resembled a fish out if water; her mouth flapping open and shut as she was helpless to get oxygen.
She was not done yet as The Rocker pulled Mimi out of the corner by her long, dark hair and shoved her towards the referee. Paul was shocked as the ref held his Filipina wife in a full Nelson as the blonde repeatedly hammered Mimi in her battered stomach, finally inflicting real damage as The Rocker teed off with knee lifts into her opponent’s ribs until the ref was unable to hold her up any longer. She fell to the mat, nearly retching as she clutched her bruised abdomen in a fetal position.
The Rocker cackled with laughter as she reached down and grabbed ahold of each of Mimi’s nipples and pulled up while she stood with her boots on the brunette’s long hair, keeping The Princess pinned down. The most of the crowd shouted their approval as Mimi silently wailed, still unable to find air enough to protest, as her bare feet kicked the mat while tears rolled down her cheeks.
The referee mumbled something to The Rocker and the blonde released her nip rip to pull Mimi up off the mat. The amazon scooped the petite Asian up onto her strong shoulders so The Princess faced the lights overhead. Mimi found the strength to screech as she was bent in a torture rack submission, adding further pain to her already demolished back.
The Rocker started shaking the brunette like a rag doll until everyone could hear Mimi begging her opponent to stop. The ref signaled for the bell and Mimi was unceremoniously dumped onto the mat as The Rocker’s hand was raised. The crowd stood and cheered the brutal domination but it seemed the blonde wasn’t done yet. She drug The Princess over to the corner, standing her up right, utilizing a handful of dark hair like a leash. The crowd quieted as The Rocker started French kissing Mimi full on the lips, keeping her head in place by the hair pull, while the blonde’s other hand was buried between the Asian girl’s legs.
Mimi was fighting it at first but The Rocker kept a knee against Mimi’s thigh so the petite girl couldn’t protect her muff. It wasn’t long before Mimi was moaning and twitching against The Rocker’s body. Finally the blonde broke to kiss to suck Mimi’s nipple as the Asian’s moans built up to a crescendo before she was forced to climax by The Rocker’s expert fingering.
Mimi passed out, leaning against the blonde like a punch drunk boxer in a clinch as the crowd erupted like The Rocker just won the world championship. She casually threw the Asian on her shoulder and, after stepping over the top rope, walked down the aisle, high fiving her fans while most of the men against the guardrails groped the unconscious girls ass.
It was almost an hour later when Mimi awoke on a couch in one of the dressing rooms backstage. She had been covered with a blanket as she saw Paul, her husband, talking to the leagues manager.
“She did great, they’re normally hard on rookies but your wife showed a lot of gumption. How would you like to book her in another match next week?”
Mimi was frozen in terror as she watched her husband shake the managers hand.
“You bet, she’d love to wrestle again,” Paul said smiling as Mimi fainted back to sleep.
The End
