MOTEL 6 MASSACRE by Curtis D. James Angie loses her temper Back in the privacy of her room, Angie felt listless, depressed and drained. Thinking about her suspension, she lolled about on the spongy, too-soft mattress. It was a typically humid July night in south Texas and beads of sweat formed and then rolled down Angie's muscular chest. She would have to suffer again tonight as she had the four previous nights under a layer of suffocating heat. Only sleep would bring some measure of relief. But that wouldn't happen until well beyond midnight. Instead, Angie's thoughts kept returning to the arena. And to the fateful match that had resulted in her indefinite suspension from the so-called sport of professional wrestling. Sure, pro wrestling was an undeniable and obvious fraud. But at least Angie looked the part. At 5-9 and 175 pounds, Angie was a powerfully built brunette with real athletic prowess. Unlike so many "lady wrestlers" whose flabby physiques spilled all over the ring, Angie was a solidly constructed Amazon. And that's why she had broken ranks with the other cast members. Angie could no longer stand it. She couldn't pretend any longer. When the script called for her to roll over and play dead at the feet of some obeise bleached blonde, Angie had to draw the line. After all, if the sport had been legitimate, she would have already have become undisputed champion. But it wasn't. And she wasn't. And it was that frustration which had led to her "losing control" that night in San Antonio. Angie had been a "last minute replacement" for another woman who was slated to wrestle Sabrina Starr for the Southwest Women's Wrestling Championship. Angie quickly agreed believing at the time that facing Starr could only help her career prospects. Sabrina Starr was of course the local favorite. A slightly chubby redhead, Starr stood about 5-5 and weighed somewhere in the vicinity of 150 pounds. And she was indeed a crowd pleasing Texan as she raced down the aisle toward the ring while a mediocre country band played some dopey song about the Alamo. " Drooling male idiots thrust their hands out in the hopes of touching Sabrina's body. But the smiling and waving "country gal" eluded their grasping hands as she galloped into the ring. As usual, she and Angie had met earlier that day to rehearse the evening's performance. And Angie had unnerved the Texan from the very start. First, she made sure to flex her impressive 17 inch guns for Sabrina's benefit prior to the rehearsal. Then, during their practice session, Angie made the cowgirl even more apprehensive when she applied a standing full- nelson with just a little too much force. Sabrina complained loudly to all within earshot as Angie bent her body in half like a soggy matchstick. That's when Sabrina Starr's management team tried to find yet another replacement to replace Angie. They were somewhat concerned that Angie would make their champion look silly. She did of course, even if all Angie did was simply stand next to the so-called champ. Any rational person could see that for themselves. But fortunately for Sabrina Starr, her fans were not capable of making such a rational comparison. For that reason, and because no other wrestler could be found on such short notice, they reluctantly decided to go with Angie as the "opponent." That evening, as Angie faced Sabrina from across the ring in her corner, she was suddenly eager to show the redheaded wrestler and her simpleminded fans just who the better woman actually was. But when the bell sounded, it was Sabrina who made the first move by rushing at Angie and applying a standing headlock. According to the script, Angie was supposed to howl in agony, stamp her feet on the mat and then allow herself to be taken down. But Angie had secretly rewritten that part of the scenario. Instead, Angie shocked Sabrina by hoisting the Texan into the air before dropping her flat on her butt. Then she whipped Starr back to her feet by the hair and planted a wicked forearm smash to her chest. The Texan reeled backwards into the ropes clutching at her breasts. Trapping the smaller woman against the ropes, Angie planted the heel of her hand under the cowgirl's chin and bent her neck over the top rope. Sabrina's body shuddered and her head bobbed back and forth like a jack-in- the-box as Angie pummeled her chest with a second, third and fourth forearm smash. Finally, a fifth forearm smashed across the bridge of Sabrina's nose and the champ withered. The champion's horrified fans expressed their outrage as Angie draped the comatose woman over her shoulders and carried her to the center of the ring. Then she paused for a moment before slamming their favorite to the canvas. The Texas tornado flopped around on the mat like a nearly dead fish while Angie dared her to rise. Struggling to her knees, Sabrina was met by a sharp knee to the side of the head. And when the thoroughly beaten redhead crawled back to her knees once more, Angie decided that the time had come to close the show. Very few professional wrestling fans had ever witnessed such an unconventional submission. But that didn't deter Angie from taking Sabrina by the hair and stuffing her neck and head in between her massively muscled thighs. The cowgirl screamed and scratched at Angie's powerful haunches as they constricted tightly around her. But the relentless pressure of Angie's BIG SQUEEZE soon muted the redhead's agonized pleas. In a desperate attempt to save Sabrina's championship belt, the referee soon intervened and waved an angry finger in Angie's face. He counted, one . . . two . . . three and warned her to break the hold or be disqualified. Angie ignored his warnings as she continued punishing Sabrina with the standing headscissors. As for the Texas tornado, she was now little more than a languid breeze, her headless body extending lifelessly from between Angie's thighs. Suddenly, the bell sounded and Angie realized that it was now official. She had been disqualified. At last, Angie finally unlocked her legs. She watched as Sabrina's head tumbled and spilled onto the mat with a thud. Lying unconscious at Angie's feet, she was an inviting target. So, as a parting gesture of contempt, Angie bent over and scooped the sleeping champ into her arms. Then, carrying Sabrina like a babe in arms, Angie walked to the ring's edge before dropping the bundle over the top rope and into the laps of some surprised spectators. Exhausted, Angie slept in the next morning until nearly ten. And it wasn't until about noon that the reality of her situation actually sunk in. She had been suspended for thirty days and had to contemplate her future. Fortunately, her rent was paid for the next week. So, why not relax for the duration and enjoy an enforced vacation at this Motel 6? The pool at this particular motel was most usually deserted until early evening. That knowledge pleased Angie who didn't care for the curious stares that her muscular body produced. So, clad in her skimpiest bikini, Angie reclined in a lounge chair at poolside after applying a generous portion of sunscreen. Her magnificent body glistened in the sunlight as the tension drained slowly away. Behind her dark glasses, her eyelids fluttered with thoughts of nothing in this world. But that was before a pair of tall, skinny blondes invaded her space with their loud voices and stupid volleyball. Angie glanced at them with annoyance as they bounced the ball back and forth next to the pool. But she decided to try ignoring them as she rolled to her stomach. Soon, however, the blondes seemed to tire of their boring game. And Angie overheard one of them make a derisive comment with regard to her body. "Oooh for ick, isn't she GROSS?" "Yeah . . . she looks like one of those weightlifters." "But you know what? Big muscles like that don't mean you're strong. I think they're mostly just for show." "OH, REALLY?" Angie remarked as she rolled back over and sat up. And the bolder of the blonde bimbos piped right up. "Yeah, really. And I'll bet you aren't any stronger than I am." "YOU THINK SO, DO YOU? WELL THEN, WOULD YOU BE WILLING TO FIND OUT THE HARD WAY?" And Angie made a point of rippling her huge arm muscles as she brushed back her hair while she glared menacingly at the loudmouth. "Listen lady, you don't scare me a bit. And if you were maybe a little closer to my size, I'd tie you in knots." Angie was both amused and angered by the skinny blonde's temerity. "OKAY, BUT I DOUBT THAT A BARBIE DOLL LIKE YOURSELF COULD TIE A KNOT IN A HAIR RIBBON. BUT IF YOU DON'T FEEL LIKE YOU CAN HANDLE ME ALONE, WHY DON'T YOU ASK YOUR GIRLFRIEND TO HELP YOU?" The blondes glanced at one another tentatively before the loudmouth took up the challenge. "Sure, what do you have in mind?" "WHAT DO YOU THINK, CUTIE PIE? I'M WILLING TO TAKE BOTH YOU AND YOUR LITTLE FRIEND ON. WE CAN SETTLE THIS RIGHT HERE ON THE GRASS, OKAY?" But the blondes suddenly seemed unsure of themselves as Angie stood up and moved to the grassy area next to the pool. "WHAT'S WRONG, GIRLS? AM I STILL TOO BIG FOR YOU? HELL, TOGETHER YOU MUST HAVE A HUNDRED POUNDS ON ME. LET'S GET IT ON." This final taunt must have somehow bolstered their courage as the blondes flew across the lawn at Angie with a vengeance. And at first, it appeared as though perhaps Angie had underestimated her rivals. Because as she fought one of them off with her arms, the loudmouthed leader leaped on her back and secured a rather painful bodyscissors. And to make matters worse, she soon combined a choke with the scissors. And while Angie sought to remove the attacker from her back, the less aggressive blonde had suddenly begun to pound at Angie's stomach with her fists. Fortunately, the punches had little effect as Angie tightened her abs and the blows bounced off rather harmlessly. Slamming her fists into solid muscle, the punching blonde soon stopped to shake her throbbing hands which felt as if they'd been striking a brick wall. That's when Angie finally reached back and took the loudmouth by her golden locks. Then she peeled the howling blonde from her back and whipped her ass to the grass. Bouncing back to her feet, the loudmouth took a couple of wild swings at Angie before she found her face being crushed between a rock and a hard place. Or more precisely, between Angie's tricep and bicep in a headlock. The loudmouth groaned as her girlfriend tried to come to the rescue. But Angie was ready and waiting as she hair-pulled the other blonde into another headlock. It was an incredible sight as Angie's double headlock worked both of them over. Angie then looked down at her captives and smiled. "HAVING FUN DOWN THERE?" Their inaudible protests were proof enough of the pain as the neck-numbing effects of the double headlock held them at bay. But being creative, Angie soon had a much better idea. And so, grasping them each by the hair, she proceeded to ram their heads together. She repeated this head-cracking treatment not once, but several times. Foreheads mashed against noses, and poked into eye sockets as Angie drove their heads brutally together time after time. The sound of these collisions was very much like the sound of cracking walnuts as the dazed and bloody blondes sagged to the grass following the last skull crash. And having been inspired by the head-bashing, Angie went down on her foes and quickly muscled both of their dizzy heads into a single figure-four headscissors. It was a bizarre sight to say the least, as Angie squished their noggins together between her 17 inch calf muscle and her equally awesome 27 inch thigh. Her humungous hamstring bulged like an anaconda swallowing its prey as she took hold of her toes and cinched the figure- four as tightly as she could. The badly battered blondes grimaced and grunted as they found their heads being melded together. But before Angie could finish them off, the loudmouth came through again and sank her teeth viciously into Angie's calf. Angie screamed as the biting blonde drew blood. Both blondes managed to escape as the big brunette was preoccupied with her bloody leg. Unfortunately, for the blondes, Angie was seeing red in more ways than one as she bellowed at them and hopped to her feet. "THAT WAS A BIG MISTAKE, YOU LITTLE BITCH." Assuming a boxing stance, Angie advanced on her enemies. Sensing her rage, the loudmouth's compainion beat a hasty retreat leaving her to face Angie alone. "Where the fuck are you go . . . .? shouted the loudmouth after her girlfriend. But she didn't get the entire sentence out before she was jabbed square in the mouth. Like the tail of a scorpion, Angie flicked out a toying jab which snapped the loudmouth's head back. Her knees buckled and she wobbled backwards across the lawn as Angie peppered her kisser with stinging jabs. Not wishing to knock her out quite yet, Angie was content to punish her. Then, as they stood toe to toe at the pool's edge, Angie dipped low and brought a hard left hook whizzing into the blonde's kidney. Almost simultaneously, Angie blasted her with a crunching right hand to the head. It was impossible to tell which punch actually sent her flying backwards into the pool. But judging from the blonde's blank expression, it appeared as though Angie's combination had knocked her cold. That is until she splashed into the water. But even then, she apparently was out of it as she thrashed around aimlessly in the pool. But Angie wasn't satisfied just yet. Diving in after her, Angie easily overpowered the blonde bigmouth and applied a sleeper hold. The blonde's blackened eyes, bruised face and bleeding lips were nicely framed between Angie's enormous forearms. Then, Angie began dunking her tortured victim's head into the water as her powerful arms squeezed her asleep. The bigmouth would passout from the pressure of the sleeper only to be revived by the dunking. It was a cruel punishment to be sure as Angie would submerge her to bring her back around, and then squeeze her back to sleep. Angie kept this up for several minutes until it became obvious that the bigmouth was clearly out for the duration. She then steered her sleeping foe's skinny frame to the edge of the pool, and then, with a look of disdain, pushed her torso over the pool's rim. But even Angie had to wince as she heard the awful sound of the bigmouth's head flopping hard onto the concrete. Angie looked around, hoping to see the other blonde lurking somewhere nearby. But the accomplice was nowhere to be seen. Lucky for her. (Written by Curtis D. James)