Miss Laura: Wannabe
by Miss Laura, mk92787@hotmail.com
Laura takes on a wrestling poser who needs to be taken down a peg or two.




She glanced over at the clock on the wall. There were still fifteen minutes before the 
match was supposed to start. Her opponent hadn't arrived yet. The locker room was 
taking on an eerie silence. The camera pointing right at her didn't help.

"I'm sorry," Laura said, "what was the question?"

"How long have you been wrestling?"

Sitting on the bench across from her was Mikey, who was asking questions from behind 
his video camera. Mikey's father was Ralph, the owner of the gym where Laura held her 
matches. Mikey had only a minimal interest in wrestling; his main drive was filmmaking.

Sales for the wrestling DVDs Laura sold on her web site had been slipping. Though the 
Bush-destroyed economy was a primary factor, Laura could no longer ignore a frequent 
complaint that had been e-mailed to her: there was simply not enough content on the 
DVDs.

Sure enough, one of her best selling titles had been the only one with a commentary 
track. She wanted to start exploring more possibilities for her DVDs, but she had no idea 
where to start. She turned to Ralph, whose opinion and tech-savviness she trusted over 
most others.

"You should really be talking to Mikey," he had told her. Laura had only met Mikey once 
or twice in passing, so she knew very little about him. Ralph explained that Mikey had a 
huge interest in making videos. In fact, he had even shot a couple of online commercials 
for an underground side project that Ralph had been trying to talk Laura into participating 
in, with little success, so he at least had a basic understanding of how to shoot wrestling 
content.

When Laura had first met Mikey to discuss the DVDs they agreed that they would leave 
the videos of the main matches alone. Mikey saw some charm in the stationary, single-
camera style that Laura had been using. He felt that by producing some top-notch bonus 
features, the sheer rawness of the match footage would look all the more realistic and 
exciting.

And so here they were, attempting Mikey's first idea of doing pre- and post-match 
interviews. Laura sat comfortably on the bench next to her usual locker, with an elegant-
looking red robe tied snugly around her. Mikey especially wanted to shoot an 
introductory interview with Laura so viewers would get to know her a little better. He 
planned on titling it "The Miss Laura Primer."

Laura really hated talking about herself, but Mikey had convinced her that it would get 
more people to want to follow her matches if they felt they had a more personal 
connection with her. She wasn't sure how well it was going to work; even now, she found 
herself stuck on the first question.

How long had she wrestled? Which answer did he want? How long that she had been 
running her Miss Laura web site and making videos? How long she had just had a general 
interest in wrestling? What?

"W-well," she started with a slight stammer, "I've been wrestling professionally for about 
six years now, but I first learned to wrestle in college."

Yes, that was all she needed to say, she told herself. She won't go into how a quick two-
day wrestling lesson in her physical education class led her to meet a couple of other 
students on campus who were doing erotic matches on the side. Plus, on the off chance 
that someone watching this interview was someone she did in fact go to school with, she 
certainly didn't want them to put two and two together.

"How did you come to be known as 'Miss Laura?'" Mikey asked.

Laura grinned widely.

"Next question."

"Okay. Now for those who keep track of this sort of thing, you're 5'5", right?"

"Correct."

"Weight?"

Laura's smile cooled slightly.

"About 175 pounds." She tried very hard to keep herself from blushing.

"And your measurements are...?"

"Does that really matter?"

"I'm sure people would want to know how you match up, like for today's match."

"Very well. I'm 42-38-44."

"And that would be 42...?"

Laura furled her brow at Mikey. He knew her breasts were Double Ds. He was just trying 
to put her on the spot. Dork, she thought.

"Okay, okay," Mikey chuckled. "Have you ever done any modeling or any other non-
wrestling work like that?"

"No. I'm not doing this to be a 'star' or a sex object. I just love wrestling is all."

"Do you keep track of your record at all?"

"No, not really. I mean, I win most of the time, so it's a little pointless to remember the 
number."

"How many times have you lost?"

Laura's smile completely disappeared.

"Next question."

By the time they were done there were still five minutes to go before the start of the 
match, and Laura's opponent still hadn't shown up. The gameplan was for Mikey to 
shoot another quick interview before the match. Laura had asked Mikey to try to stay in 
the locker room during the actual match and just come out when it was over. She really 
hated live audiences.

Laura and Mikey finally heard the main entrance to the gym open, at which point Laura 
removed her robe and tossed it into her locker, revealing her usual red sports bra and 
boxers. Mikey left the locker room both to introduce himself and to lock the main doors 
back up. Laura was in the middle of tying her long red hair back when she heard a soft 
voice come from behind her.

"Hi, I'm Tammy."

Laura turned around to see her opponent. It had been a while since she last sparred with 
another woman. It wasn't so much by choice as it was a lack of opportunity, especially 
once Laura started posting match offers on her web site. For some reason, guys were 
infinitely more willing to travel to roll around with a half-naked stranger than girls were. 
Male desperation always amused her.

When Laura received Tammy's offer, it had been like a breath of fresh air. Tammy was 
twenty-three years old and claimed to had done some amateur wrestling online already. 
She said she mostly wrestled with submissive men and was looking for a real challenge. 
She stood 5'6" and weighed 115 pounds, and she freely gave out her measurements: 34B-
24-35. Laura thought she would be perfect.

"So nice to meet you," Laura smiled, offering her hand.

As they shook, Laura was getting a better idea of what kind of opponent Tammy was. 
Tammy slid her hand in gently, almost in a dainty manner. Laura could feel her long, 
neatly manicured, polished fingernails. Oh great, she thought to herself, a beauty queen.

"Were you able to meet Mikey outside?" Laura asked.

"Yes," Tammy answered as she turned toward an empty locker. "He explained to me 
what we would be doing before we start."

Tammy set down the backpack she had brought in and began to empty it out. She first 
took out what looked like a make-up kit, which she placed on the shelf of her locker. 
After placing a couple of brushes and what looked like a bikini onto the bench in front of 
her, Tammy pulled her satin top up and off, hanging it on one of the locker's hooks.

Laura was momentarily taken aback when Tammy proceeded to remove her bra and hang 
that up as well. Laura was usually used to changing for matches with men, and in those 
cases both parties always allowed for the utmost privacy for all involved. But here this 
young girl was, stripping right in front of a complete stranger. Not that she didn't have 
anything to show off, as her bare breasts were quite cute, but still, Laura thought, what if 
Mikey had come back in at that moment?

"Um," Laura began, "I'll wait for you by the ring."

"Thanks, hun," Tammy called over her shoulder.

Laura made her way to the ring, seeing Mikey finally come back from the gym's 
entrance.

"Is she ready for me?" he asked.

"Give her a few minutes more." she answered. "What kept you?"

"I had to throw out that woman Dad told me about."

"What?? Tina again?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

As Mikey excused himself to go get his camera for his interview with Tammy, Laura was 
starting to fume. Tina had been becoming a constant nuisance at the gym. Already Ralph 
had the police shoo her away from the parking lot more than once. It had been months 
since Laura last talked to her, and it was pretty clear then that Laura was fed up with the 
way Tina had been trying to set up matches for her behind her back. Laura knew that it 
was all going to come to a head very soon. What exactly did she want?

Tammy finally came out of the locker room wearing a two-piece, dark green bikini with 
yellow and blue flowers printed on it. The bikini wasn't too revealing, but it was clear 
that she was proud of her body. She had also made good use out of her make-up kit. Her 
lips had become a deep ruby color, there was a faint pink tint to her cheeks, and her 
eyelids had a shiny green glow to them. Laura barely noticed it in the locker room, but 
Tammy's curly brown hair now draped seductively over her shoulders. True to his word, 
Mikey remained in the locker room for the duration of the match.

"Good interview?" Laura asked as she was turning on her own camera that was stationed 
along one of the sides of the ring.

"I told him I was gonna kick that round ass of yours, hun," Tammy taunted as she made 
her way past the ropes and into the ring.

Wonderful, Laura thought. The wiry girl was already dancing near cracks about weight. 
Laura was already getting tired of her and the match hadn't even started yet.

Laura made one quick check to make sure Tammy had signed all of the required waivers 
and then slipped under the bottom rope. She casually got to her feet and loosened her 
arms a bit, noticing Tammy on the other side of the ring. Tammy didn't seem to be all 
that concerned about stretching, or wrestling for that matter.

"Ready?" Laura asked.

"Whenever you are," Tammy smirked.

They slowly approached the center of the ring and started circling each other. Rather, 
Laura started circling. Tammy meanwhile started strutting more than anything, as if she 
was getting ready to go into a striptease.

Oh great, Laura thought to herself, a diva. Another of these phony, supermodel-wannabe 
"wrestlers" who are only interested in looking sexy, disrobing, and posing with extras for 
web site pictures. It just cheapens the whole thing in Laura's mind.

"Um," Laura began, "are you going to wrestle or play Mick Jagger?"

Tammy wandered closer to the camera.

"Oh," she answered, not even looking in Laura's direction, "I'm just giving everyone a 
little show first, hun. When you got it, flaunt it."

Laura already hated her. She reminded her of the "popular girls" she knew in high school. 
Laura didn't start putting on weight until after college, but she was always out of shape 
and generally considered to be an outcast. She was often picked on for being a supposed 
misfit by the girls who were always dolled up, always favored by the teachers, always 
given special treatment in activities and clubs, always idolized, and who most likely 
always put out.

Tammy was too busy puckering her shimmering lips for the camera and sticking her 
chest toward it to notice Laura creeping up behind her. And she certainly didn't know 
what was going on when Laura grabbed her left arm and twisted it behind her back.

"Yaaaahh!" she screamed as she felt her arm twist sharply. She wasn't expecting the 
match to get this rough this soon. Instinctively, she reached over with her free arm and 
began slapping at her strained shoulder.

"Let's put on a show then," Laura hissed before spinning Tammy around to face her. 
Laura rushed forward and rammed herself into her.

"Whuuff!" Tammy groaned as she felt Laura's larger body slam into her, her body 
shuddering from the impact. She stumbled back toward the ropes, her eyes wide with 
indignation. "Oh, you big bitch!" she sneered.

Laura couldn't believe what she just heard. "Bitch?" Did she really call her a bitch? 
Laura was never crazy about that word anyway, but she couldn't believe that this woman 
had actually said that. She always thought that was such a stupid cliche in movies or 
online stories where two women were fighting. One inevitably calls the other a bitch or 
slut or tramp or whatever. Why? Who honestly stops in the middle of a fight to start 
name-calling? And why were women always portrayed as thinking of other women as 
bitches anyway? How simple-minded must writers think ladies are as to believe that they 
would immediately resort to that word that would be equally offensive to them too? It 
would be no different than a black man calling another a "nigger" during a fight.

If anything, Laura was just saddened that here this young woman was playing right into 
that cliche, no doubt believing that this is how women are expected to act and speak 
when they're in a fight. She almost shuddered thinking about what other man-made ideals 
young girls are adapting into their behavior because that's what they think they're 
supposed to do.

Still enraged, Tammy charged toward Laura, exposing her hands outward like claws. 
Laura easily stepped to the side and brought her right leg up, sinking it right into 
Tammy's stomach as she approached.

"Oooofff!" Tammy howled as she folded over Laura's leg, her curly hair falling over her 
head. She was starting to get mad, not so much because of the beating but because of how 
easily Laura was controlling her around the ring. One thing was clear: Laura was merely 
playing with her, and kicking her ass while doing it, too.

"Had enough yet?" Laura smirked down at her.

"Not hardly," she whispered back. She did think of herself as a "glamour queen," no 
doubt about that, but she had wrestled before. And she had been in some genuinely tough 
matches. Before that, she even had something of a reputation in school as a tomboy who 
often mixed it up with the others on the playground. As soon as she got her second wind, 
she told herself, she was going to teach this queen-sized whore a lesson or two.

Tammy grabbed onto Laura's waist and tried to charge them back, but Laura effortlessly 
twisted them around and steered them toward one of the corners of the ring. Tammy was 
barely able to get her bearings when the pole crashed into her back.

"Aaaaaghh!" she screamed, her body arching forward in pain. She felt Laura's larger 
frame press into her, practically sandwiching her into the corner. Her scrappiness was 
slowly dissipating out of her. She knew she was in trouble.

Laura stepped out of the corner slightly, grabbing the back of Tammy's head. Tammy's 
eyes bugged open, her head slowly shaking back and forth. With a devious smile, Laura 
threw Tammy forward, sending her across the ring and into the ropes on the opposite 
side.

Take that, homecoming queen, Laura thought. That was for every misfit, every outcast, 
every nerd, every fat kid, and every special needs student that were picked on and 
ignored by cliques. Laura could easily just blame the very concept of public schools for 
creating and encouraging such differences among children, but the students themselves 
need to shoulder some responsibility.

When Tammy hit the ropes, she let out a pained gasp. She next found herself bouncing 
off them and stumbling back across the ring. She lost all sense of control as she hurtled 
back toward Laura. She wasn't even sure of where she was in the ring when she saw 
Laura rush toward her and clothesline her right arm into her chest.

"Uggghhh!" she grunted as Laura's arm hit her. She felt it right in her breastplate, her 
precious 34Bs barely missing the assault.

Laura was a little surprised that Tammy wasn't knocked over by the force, but then again, 
Laura would be the first to admit that she doesn't do clotheslines too often, so she would 
hardly call herself a master at them. Regardless, she continued to press her arm into her to 
add pressure.

Tammy was in a daze as she felt the meaty forearm dig across her chest, but she wasn't 
out of it just yet. Partly out of desperation, she grabbed onto Laura's arm to hold it in 
place, and then promptly swept her right leg up into her belly.

"Oooff!" Laura groaned as the leg slammed into her. She felt like doubling over, but 
Tammy was keeping her upright with her arm. She tried to pull it out of her grasp, but it 
was of little help.

Tammy couldn't help but smirk a little. She knew this big, tough behemoth was going to 
be a challenge, but she also knew her own speed and agility was going to come in handy. 
Feeling as if she had Laura right where she wanted her, she kicked up into her stomach 
again.

"Ohhhph!" Laura coughed. Her free hand immediately went to her still-jiggling belly for 
protection. Her knees were starting to feel weak. She was getting more pissed off than 
anything. Tammy wasn't going to let go of her arm, so she slashed out wildly with her 
other hand, trying to strike anything on her body.

Tammy giggled as she saw the bigger woman swing at the air, looking almost like a blind 
person trying to fend off a sadistic attacker. She momentarily got an idea in her head that 
she wished this was an official catfight so that she could take her nails and claw at 
Laura's eyes, really blinding the bitch. Instead, she kicked at her gut again.

"Oohhh!" Laura started to howl as her body bent forward as far as it could go. She hated 
shots to the stomach, as there was very little anyone could do to prepare for them. One 
could only tense up their stomach muscles for so long, and Laura's were already under a 
thick layer of fat to begin with. The only thing that would conceivably protect her would 
be some sort of ridiculous-looking cast iron cummerbund.

Tammy meanwhile was feeling quite triumphant. She tugged on Laura's captive arm, 
pulling her closer to one of the corners. Letting go of the arm, Tammy scrambled to the 
corner pole and climbed up the ropes. Without much warning, as soon as she reached the 
top she leapt down toward Laura.

Laura saw what she was trying to do and, despite the throbbing ache in her belly, she was 
ready. As soon as the sailing-through-the-air Tammy was close enough, Laura grabbed 
onto one of her arms and jabbed her other hand into Tammy's stomach. With a mighty 
heave and an accompanying groan, Laura threw Tammy over her.

"Rooooah!" Tammy screamed as she went careening over Laura's body. She merely 
thought she was going to leap onto Laura and beat her down to the mat. She didn't even 
consider how such a plan could easily backfire. Tammy had little time to ponder her 
mistake as terror filled her head with what was going to happen to her.

Still holding onto Tammy, Laura twisted her body toward the center of the ring. Pushing 
into her stomach, Laura was able to flip Tammy over and slam her down onto the mat.

"Uuuuhhfff!" Tammy sputtered as her back smacked the mat sharply. Her limbs all shook 
loosely and her eyes rolled up into her head. She wasn't totally unconscious yet, as she 
was aware that something was going on. She would later think of it more as an out-of-
body experience, as if her soul was pressed out of her from the slam.

Laura charged over toward the flattened lady, determined to not lose her regained 
momentum. She reached down and grabbed Tammy's curly brown hair, pulling her up to 
her feet by it.

"Oww...ow...oww!" Tammy whimpered as she slowly rose to her feet. Her legs felt as if 
they were about to give any second now.

Laura saw the quivering lump of flesh in front of her and smiled widely. Oh, you're 
gonna pay, little girl, she thought to herself. As a show of dominance, she backhanded 
Tammy across the face, knocking her back toward the corner.

"Uuuhhf!" Tammy groaned as the knuckles knocked into her cheek. She had been in 
matches before, but never one this brutal. She always prided herself on her scrappiness 
and willingness to mix it up. Girls like her never fought, and many have never been hit 
before. But now, the slight tomboyishness that she was so proud of was quickly slipping 
away, and she was almost starting to feel like she was being assaulted by an abusive 
boyfriend.

Tammy stumbled backward into the corner, grabbing onto the ropes on either side of her 
for support. Her breath was coming out in long, painful gasps. Laura approached her 
slowly and looked her over, letting out a condescending chuckle. She reached forward 
and grabbed the front of Tammy's bikini top. With a rough pull it tore off, with Tammy's 
compact, round breasts jiggling in freedom.

Tammy let out a surprised gasp as she felt her top ripped away. Oh god, she thought, 
what now? She had been stripped before in matches, but usually in a more mutual sense. 
She had never been both this "manhandled" and degraded before. The faint light of her 
inner tomboy self was all that was keeping her from weeping in mercy.

Laura saw the crumpled form huddled in the corner before her. It almost looked as if 
Tammy was trying to back up as far as she could, even if it meant somehow passing 
through the corner pole. Laura looked down at the torn floral bikini top in her hand, 
folded it neatly in half, and swatted it across Tammy's face.

"Ehhf!" Tammy yelped as her own top smacked against her, with one of the stringy 
straps stinging against her frosted pink cheekbone. She became more enraged as she saw 
Laura nonchalantly toss the former top over her shoulder and out of the ring.

"Why you big--!" was all Tammy got out as she charged toward Laura. Laura wrapped 
her arms around Tammy's body and squeezed tightly, literally cutting off her speech. 
Panic filled Tammy as the remaining breath inside her started rushing out. All of her 
focus was now on trying to suck some oxygen back in and prevent herself from blacking 
out.

Laura couldn't help but smile as she saw this scrawny prima donna writhe and flail in her 
grasp. Oh, how she wished she could have done this to the girls in school. She hated them 
all: the "popular girls," the queenies, the daddy's girls, the lil' miss perfects.

"Do you give?" Laura cooed, her biceps flexing as if to punctuate her question.

Tammy didn't answer. Her head hung back, her eyes winced shut, and her mouth was 
open in a silent scream. She was clearly in a world of pain, so it was more than likely she 
simply didn't hear the question. Nevertheless, Laura squeezed tighter.

Tammy was able to squeak out a loud wheeze of pain as her body was crushed further 
into Laura's. Laura's securely contained 42DD bust was literally stabbing into Tammy's 
smaller chest, causing her naked breasts to blossom up over onto Laura's bra. At this 
point Laura had also lifted Tammy slightly off the ground, with her feet dangling an inch 
or two above the mat.

"I'm sorry," Laura taunted, "what was that?"

"Yes!" Tammy shrieked, tears finally seeping out of her eyes. "Please stop! Stop! I 
give!!"

Laura relaxed her grip but kept her arms around Tammy. Tammy sank into Laura and 
began sobbing into her shoulder, devastated and humiliated. Laura held her lovingly, 
slowly rubbing her back up and down.

"It's all right," she whispered. "You did good. Let it out."

As they left the ring together, Laura quickly grabbed a clean towel from a nearby folded 
chair and handed it to Tammy to cover herself with. She was barely able to get her 
breasts covered when Mikey came around the corner with his camera ready to go.

"Laura, how do you feel about this victory?" he asked with a slightly chipper note to his 
voice.

"Not now," Laura answered shortly. She quietly made her way past Mikey and went into 
the locker room. Deep down, she felt great about winning, but at the same time she hated 
how dark she could get in the ring. She knew she had a sadistic side bubbling up inside 
her, and sometimes it was all she could do to keep it from spewing out.

Undaunted, Mikey turned to Tammy. "First and foremost, are you all right?"

"Yeah," she panted, "I just had the wind knocked out of me."

"Even though you lost, how do you think the match went?"

"Oh, she is tough! She is easily the most skilled and determined opponent I've ever come 
across."

"Do you think there was anything you could have done differently that would have 
resulted in a win for you?"

"You know, I really don't know. I thought I was experienced, but Miss Laura really took 
me to school. I guess there's just too much that I still don't know about all this."

"How much more training or practice do you think you'll need before a rematch?"

Tammy's face froze.

"Oh," she whispered, "there's not going to be a rematch."

"Why not?"

"I'm too terrified."

Surprised to hear this, Mikey felt it was a good place to end the interview.



END

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