Barbie against Fire By Wrestling Lady, http://www.geocities.com/Colosseum/Loge/5319 The Saturday started early for Barbie Doll, awaking at 7:00 AM. The pace of the morning was hectic as well. Wake the kids, give them breakfast, get them dressed, load them into the minivan, drop her daughter at dance class, drop her son at his soccer game, sell raffle tickets for the soccer team during the game, load her son and 3 of his friends back into the minivan, pick up her daughter from dance class, go to McDonald's for an early lunch, drop her son's friends off at their homes and finally head back home with her own kids. She accomplished all of that by 12:30, and then it was time to for her own endeavor. She had a 2:00 appointment at the arena, which was over an hour away from her house. Leaving the kids with her husband Geoff, she quickly put on some make-up and ran a brush through her hair before jumping back into the minivan for the long ride into the city. The traffic was a nightmare, and Barbie was a bit rattled by the time she reached the arena at 2:15. Waiting patiently however was the President, who greeted her with a somewhat irksome reception. "We've got a few things to accomplish today Doll, so let's get moving" he began abruptly. Barbie took a seat in his office, her face flustered from the rushing around she had done all morning. "First of all, here is your new contract to wrestle under the new ownership of the league. Look it over and have it back to me by Monday." he instructed her while sliding the paper across his desk. Barbie folded it up and put it in her pocketbook, deciding to let Geoff look it over for her. "For your first match, which will be against Fire one week from today, you will be paid $500." Barbie smiled, happy with the amount. She was not aware of what the other wrestlers had been paid for the televised show, but this was still more than she made in the past, so she was satisfied. "Since your first match is not on the televised card, you will have great opportunities to make even more. Especially if you win this match." he informed her. There was a brief pause as Barbie listened attentively to his address, sitting on the edge of her seat. He then began to smile before resuming the lecture. "We are going to give you a very unique opportunity here as well. If you win this match, you will face Maggie two weeks later. That means that not only could you be wrestling for the title, but doing so on television. We will also double the amount of money for that match to $1,000." he instructed her. "But if you lose to Fire, then you will not be a part of the televised show and your options will be severely limited. Do you understand and accept those terms?" he asked pointedly. Barbie sat back in her chair, delighted by the opportunity being presented to her, but frightened by the consequences. Though she was confident she could beat Fire, she was worried that if she didn't, her wrestling career could in essence be finished. But she seemed to have no other choice and so nervously she accepted the offer. "That's great. Now if you would please go into the next room, or costume designer will measure you for your new outfit. Your match will be the first of the evening next week, Good luck!" he concluded before shaking her hand and sending into see the designer. Barbie walked into the room and was greeted by the older Italian designer. She was instructed to change into a bikini, which she did, before her height and weight were taken. "Okay Miss Doll, you are 5'5" and weigh 110 pounds, is that right?" the designer asked. Barbie smiled and said, "That sounds about right". "Okay, very nice. Now if uh you step over here, I measure you up, okay?" she went on. Barbie Doll followed her instructions and stepped to the other side of the room. The designer took her tape and measured her. "Okay.....now let's see what we got. Chest......32......waist.......23.......hips......34. My you are a little bit of a thing aren't you?" the designer commented politely. "You gotta a nice little body, but maybe we put you in a nice one piece, you know like a real wrestling suit, no?" she asked. Barbie didn't know what to make of it, but she assumed that the designer knew what was best and shook her head in agreement. That concluded her fitting and appointment at the arena and so she changed, left the building and started her long drive back home. She arrived back home by dinner time before immediately cooking a nice dinner for her family, spending some time playing with her kids, getting them ready for bed before she finally had some time alone with Geoff at 10:00. The talked about the days events and Geoff listened intently. He could here the nervous excitement in his wife's voice, but was very concerned about her appearing on television. Though he supported her in her wrestling, that was when it was a private matter. Now she would possibly be appearing on television, for everyone to see. And he was not crazy about the idea. He voiced his concerns, but did not make an issue out of it, sensing his wife's desire to do "something for herself". By 11:00, Barbie had fallen asleep on Geoff's lap, and he carried up to their bedroom and put her to sleep. There was no need for Fire to make the trip into the arena since she had already signed her contract and had her measurements taken. But the designer did make her a new and unique outfit, which she would receive on the night of the match. The management wanted the girls to have independent outfits for tag teams and singles matches. But the president did call Fire at home and informed her that she would be paid $500 for the match. When she balked, he went on to explain that this would not be a televised match, would not be for a title and that she was wrestling against a lower caliber opponent than she had as a tag team. But he also encouraged her by promising that if she were to win this match, opportunities would be available for her as a singles wrestler. Though not happy about the explanation, it was sound enough to keep her from putting up much more of a fight. That night Fire did not dwell on the upcoming match, but rather her thoughts centered on Helen. In fact Helen had been the biggest thing on her mind all week. Since seeing her Wednesday night at the meeting, she had left 2 messages on Helen's answering machine, but had not gotten a call back. This was also supposed to be the night that the two of them got together again, before Helen remembered that she had already planned a date and canceled. Fire kept running all different scenarios through her head as she sat alone in her apartment. Why hadn't Helen returned her calls? And who was she going on a date with? Was it another woman? A man? Was this person a boyfriend? Girlfriend? Fire began to make herself crazy. She dialed Helen's number again, but again got her answering machine. It was 8:30 PM, so she must have been home getting ready for her date. What wasn't she answering the phone? Finally Fire could take no more and decided to drive by Helen's apartment. She parked across the street from the building and sat in her car, staring at the lobby. It was now 9:15 PM, and she could see the lights on in Helen's loft on the top floor. She sat there for another 45 minutes before eventually, a very handsome guy walked into the lobby carrying a bouquet of flowers. He went into the elevator and disappeared. But about 20 minutes later, he emerged from the elevator again, this time with Helen at his side. She was wearing a white, ultra mini-dress, white stockings and white pumps. Her long, thick black hair cascaded down her shoulders and contrasted starkly to her white attire, but she looked incredible. Fire slid down in her seat so as not to be noticed, and watched as the gut held the door of his Porsche open for Helen. The two got in the gorgeous sports car and sped off, leaving Fire to watch in anguish. She had seen what she came to see, though it was not what she wanted to see. A lump developed in her throat, but she did not cry. She just sat there for a few more minutes before finally driving away and heading back home. She spent the rest of the night sitting in her apartment, wearing a beat-up old sweat suit, eating a container of ice cream and watching old movies. Not exactly her idea of an exciting Saturday night. Different possible scenarios of Helen's night kept running through her mind, and as each one enfolded in her imagination, she dug in and scooped a big spoonful of ice cream and stuffed her face. By Wednesday, Helen finally called Fire back. Fire tried to act casual, not making any reference to the date, the unreturned calls, or anything else unpleasant. It was actually a quick conversation in which Fire told Helen that she would simply be over as soon as she could after her match was concluded on Saturday night. Helen agreed, and that was that. Fire was not happy that the match conflicted with her big night with Helen, but she was determined to follow Helen's advice, "Kick the piss out of that wimp in a hurry and come over afterward." The rest of the week was uneventful for the two combatants, and Saturday evening arrived. Barbie Doll arrived at the arena first, 2 hours before her match was scheduled to start. Not able to find a baby-sitter, Geoff was forced to stay home and watch the kids, so Barbie was on her own tonight. Since she did not attend the first televised match, she was not aware of the extras which were in place that night, particularly the life size cut outs of the wrestlers placed in the lobby and the beauty treatments given to all the participants. But as Barbie walked into the lobby of the arena, no life size cut outs existed. But since she did not expect that, nothing was unusual to her. Nevertheless, Barbie was impressed with the appearance of the arena, the appointments in the locker rooms and the overall atmosphere. Her suit was left hanging in her locker room and as she expected, she was on her own in terms of her physical preparations. As a result, she had showered and washed and styled her hair at home, the latter taking at least a full hour on it's own. Her hair was extremely thick, long and curly, so washing and styling it was almost an all night event for her. But the results were worth it. Being a "natural girl", Barbie used little make-up, and even so, she had planned to do that at the arena anyway. About 20 minutes later, Fire entered the arena, but with quite a different reaction. Having participated in the last show, she expected to find her picture in the lobby and to receive the personal treatment she had received before. She wandered back to her locker room and found her new bikini hanging on the door. She stripped off her outer layer of clothing and waited for the hair and make-up girls to arrive. About 20 minutes passed and Fire began to grow nervous. Her match was just over an hour away and no one had yet come to fix her up. She had planned her day perfectly, or so she thought. Wanting to be well rested for not only the match, but the festivities afterward with Helen, she had slept late. Then she awoke, ate a small breakfast and headed to the gym, where she went through a very light work-out of mostly stretching. She arrived back home, had lunch and then took a short nap. Once she woke up it was time to get ready to head to the arena, which she did. Fire did not take a shower at home, or shave her legs, fix her face or hair, or in anyway "pretty herself up". As a result she arrived at the gym looking a bit ragged. With extra attention, Fire could be a very attractive woman, but without make-up and her hair done nicely, she was ordinary at best. But since she expected the "beauty team" to take care of all of that for her, she spent her day on other matters. She had also planned to have them work on her after her match as well, so that she looked her best before going to see Helen. But now, with time running out, she began to nervously search the arena for signs of the cosmetologist and hair stylist. Frustrated, she stormed into the President's office and asked why she had not yet gotten her beauty treatment. He looked back at her quizzically. "Obviously you didn't read your contract Fire. It specifically says that prior to untelevised matches, the wrestlers will be responsible for their own physical preparations. Professional beauty consultants will be made available only for televised events. Fire grew angry and her eyes turned red with rage. "Listen Fire, I told you to read the contract. If you had, you would have known. Now I suggest that you go and get ready because you're running out of time. And it looks like you have your work cut out for you anyway!" he remarked snidely. Fire stormed out of his office and hurried back to her dressing room to get herself together, more nervous about how she looked for the match than actual encounter with Barbie Doll itself. After all, she had beaten Barbie before, and took for granted that she could do it again. But her hair was a mess, her legs and underarms covered with stubble and a hint of dried sweat emanated from her body. She had assumed that she would shower when she arrived at the arena, then have her body waxed and massaged. But with only 30 minutes left before her match, she didn't have time now to shower or shave. She quickly washed her short, black hair and blew it dry before slapping some blush on her cheeks and a hint of color on her lips. She then began to nervously slip into her bikini as she checked the clock. Only 5 minutes before she would be called to enter the ring! Barbie on the other hand had done most of her preparations at home. She was a wholesome looking woman, attractive in a "girl next door" kind of way. Her long, curly brown hair looked beautiful even though it was a pain in the neck to take care of. It was difficult to brush, time- consuming to wash and dry and just in general, arduous. But since she had spent the time on her hair at home, she only needed to brush it out now. She too touched a hint of color on her lips and a smear of blue on her eyelids before reaching for her outfit. Barbie took it off of the hanger and slipped it on. The most obvious aspect of the suit was it's striking color. It was a deep, royal blue, a very eye-catching and beautiful color. Barbie had never worn a custom made garment before and was amazed at the fit. It hugged her body like a glove and yet was so comfortable that it felt like she was wearing nothing at all. The design was what is referred to as a "dog collar" suit. The front ran up to her neck, with a strip of material collaring it, leaving her shoulders exposed. The back was left basically bare, just two thin straps across her shoulder blades to offer support. The thighs were cut high to lengthen her legs and overall, she looked great in it. She then slipped on her accessories. First was a pair of black sneakers, though with a thin, rubber sole. She then had leg pads, which were something she had never worn before. They were made of Lycra material which matched her top in color and fabric. They went from her ankle, ascending up her leg to just below her knee, and were filled with a thin layer of padding which provided a modicum of protection. Barbie had seen these pads worn by professional wrestlers, but had never experienced anything like them herself. Finally she also had a pair of arm pads. Basically they were also made of matching blue Lycra, and pulled over her hand, covering her wrist to a few inches below her elbow. These provided no padding, and didn't deserve the name arm pads. They were really just an accessory to tie the whole look of the outfit together. As Barbie twirled before the mirror, she was very pleased with what she saw. She not only looked feminine and pretty, but she also looked like a true lady wrestler. And the fact that she was in excellent shape, her body lean and taut, only enhanced the look. Meanwhile Fire finally slipped her suit on as well. At 5'5" and 118 pounds, Fire's body was not quite as fit as Barbie's. She had added 3 pounds since the tag team championship match, and it had settled in all the wrong places. She had always had a problem with her thighs, and the extra pounds seemed to settle right there, leaving them somewhat soft and flabby. Her midsection, while still relatively flat, was spongy and soft as well. The designer had made her a black bikini, but slightly different from her tag team costume. The bra, though black, was encircled by a ring of little red flames around the bottom of it. In addition, to the obvious reference to Fire's name, the flame material helped to hide the underwire and padding which was used to elevate Fire's meager chest. As a result, she now appeared to have a reasonable amount of cleavage, something she was not accustomed to. The bikini bottom was solid black material, but was cut much lower on her hips. As a result, more of her stomach and hips were left revealed, but that also left more material to cover her thighs. The reasoning here was to try and divert attention from Fire's thighs and focus it more on her midsection and hips. Though her stomach was spongy, it was not flabby like her thighs. But despite the flattering outfit, without the benefit of a professional, Fire was not able to achieve the level of beauty she had just a few weeks ago. That's not to say that she wasn't attractive by show time, just that she was not at her best. But she did not care. Her main interest was finishing the Doll off as quickly as possible so she could then focus her attention on what really mattered, her rendezvous with Helen. She glanced at herself in the mirror as the knock on the door arrived. She looked over at the pair of black boots which was left for her, but she didn't have time to lace them up and opted to go barefoot. As the time arrived for the match to begin, all of the other issues were meaningless. Now all that mattered was who be the better wrestler on this night. Barbie was already standing at the door leading into the arena and she heard the buzz of the crowd and the announcer welcoming everyone. She was surprised however when the loud buzz of the synthesized music filled the room before the door flew open. She was startled to see the bright, glaring light shining in her eyes as well as the announcer shouted her name, "Entering the arena to my left, BAARRBBIIEE DDOOLLLL!". The Doll walked slowly forward until the spotlight turned and she was able to see. The crowd welcomed her politely, but unenthusiastically above the thundering, fast paced music. As she climbed into the ring, she waved and bopped back and forth in her corner, trying to release some of her nervous energy. This was a big match for her, and she was beginning to feel the pressure. Then the announcer began again. "Now entering the arena to my right, one half of the newly crowned tag team champions, FFFIIIRRREEE!" he boomed as the crowd cheered much more enthusiastically than they had for her opponent. Fire hustled down the aisle and into the ring, a serious look on her face. She looked into the crowd and was disappointed to see that the last several row of seats were completely empty. Though still a decent crowd, Fire assumed it was another example of the power of television. With the televised event the place was packed, the enthusiasm was high and no expense was spared. What Fire did not contemplate however, was that the competitors on this night were not of the same quality as they were during the televised show. Desiree called the two girls forward and began her speech about the rules. Fire took that opportunity to stare down Barbie Doll, glaring evilly into the cute wrestlers eyes. Barbie Doll looked back, but then quickly turned away. It became obvious that the stare was making her very uncomfortable, which pleased Fire. Whatever psychological advantage she could get would only help her desire to finish Barbie Doll off quickly. The Doll was taken aback by the icy stare Fire was giving her. The two had wrestled as a tag team in the fairly recent past, and Barbie had thought that no animosity existed between them. This would be a straight forward match, or so she thought. The realization that she might be wrong was disturbing to her, especially since she was aware of what Fire was capable of. As Desiree finished her instructions, Fire's eyes turned colder, and Barbie turned away quickly, feeling a bit more uneasy. As soon as both wrestlers reached their corners however, the bell rang to start the match. Fire jumped quickly out of corner and headed right toward Barbie, who was circling spryly. Barbie picked up her pace as Fire approached, trying to cautiously keep away form her, at least for the first few seconds. But her attempts failed and Fire surged forward, grabbing the Doll by the hair with both hands. Barbie, now on the defensive, tried to grab hold of something, anything of Fire, but her bikini clad opponent began to violently thrust her head back and forth by the hair. Barbie's arms flailed helplessly at her sides and her scalp ached while her head was being shaken back and forth. Fire dragged her forward a few feet and then powerfully yanked her head forward, sending Barbie's entire body somersaulting through the air until she landed on her back. Fire rushed over and placed a foot on either side of Barbie's head. The Doll's beautiful, long hair was strewn about on the mat and Fire was stepping on it with her bare feet. She then reached forward and grabbed hold of Barbie's wrists, pulling her arms up into the air. Fire continued to tug on Barbie's arms until they were stretched to their limit. Her back began to lift off of the mat and slowly arched while being pulled up higher. Next Barbie's head and butt lifted off of the mat, the only part of her body remaining were her feet and her trapped hair. Barbie's back was now completely arched as a grimace stretched across her face. The pressure from her hair being pulled by the roots was becoming intense, and she began to whine. Fire however just sneered and again yanked at her arms with all of her strength. Barbie's royal blue body was curved as she tried to contort it in such a way as to relieve the pressure, but it was to no avail. Her legs were bent at the knees while the rest of her taut body was suspended in midair, and she tried to arch her back as much as possible to relieve the strain on her head from Fire's brutal tugs. Finally though, when Barbie's golden locks felt as if the were about to be ripped form her scalp, Fire released the grip on her wrists, dropping them back to the mat. Barbie's body settled back against the canvas and she instantly raised her hands to massage her aching scalp. But Fire then knelt down, her knees landing directly on top of the exposed skin on the front of Barbie's shoulders. Desiree dove down next to Barbie and examined her shoulders. Satisfied with her findings, she began to slap the mat, counting the Doll out. Barbie however was not ready to give up, and thrust her legs into the air, forcing Fire off of her. Fire stumbled backward, but was able to hold herself up on her knees by placing her arms behind her for balance. Barbie quickly rolled onto her side and tried to get up, but Fire simply crawled over to her while still on her knees. She wrapped her arm around the Doll's neck, trapping her in a front headlock. Barbie tried to squirm herself free by propelling herself forward with her legs, but Fire's grip was too strong. Barbie was now bent forward, her exposed back facing up into Fire's face. The bikini clad brunette then pushed herself up onto her feet, still holding Barbie's head beneath her arm. Fire got to her feet, the hunched over Doll's head still trapped in front of her. With her free arm, Fire moved it down towards Barbie's face and sent a forceful uppercut into the Doll's face. Barbie's bowed body twitched and she groaned from the jolt, her face aching. Fire then took her free hand and placed it on the back of the Doll's head, forcing it downward before clenching her knees tightly around it. Barbie tried to twist to the side and wriggle free, but Fire had her wedged tightly between her legs. She then dropped to her knees, smashing Barbie's face into the canvas. The Doll's body sprawled out on the canvas, face down as Fire knelt over her. Her face throbbed horribly with pain from the impact and her head ached from the earlier hair incident. Fire then pushed her over, rolling her onto her back before she got to her knees. As Barbie's body settled onto her back, Fire knelt down and pulled the Doll's head up an placed it on her calf before kneeling down, trapping the Doll's pretty head between her leg. Fire had the Doll's head trapped between her leg like a nutcracker, and Barbie began to kick her legs in protest. She was being choked by the back of Fire's thigh, wedged between the fold in Fire's leg. Barbie kicked her legs fervently, but Fire reached over and grabbed hold of one as it sailed in the air, pulling it in close to her. She then grabbed her other leg, pulling the two together before wrapping them in toward her body and folding her in half. Desiree then dove down to the mat to inspect. She looked at Barbie's shoulders, and again began to count. Barbie tried valiantly to free herself, but her body was wrapped tightly together by Fire. She began to make strange gurgling sounds since her throat was being compressed by Fire's leg. Barbie was curled up into a ball, her cute little body folded together. The count reached 5 when Barbie, summoning all of her strength, rolled herself onto her side, knocking Fire off of her and sending her stumbling onto her side. As Fire pushed herself back up, Barbie lifted her upper body and was now sitting upright on the mat, wrapping her hands around her crushed throat. She was a bit disheveled, her face red and her hair messed. But even though Barbie was taking the worst of it so far, Fire was beginning to grow frustrated. Barbie Doll was not cooperating and should have been pinned by now in Fire's mind, but since she wasn't, it was time to step up the pressure. Barbie was a bit bewildered, but ready to continue. She placed her hands on the canvas, but just as she started to push herself up, Fire came over to lend a hand. She grabbed Barbie's hair and yanked her upward, not exactly the way Barbie had planned to get back on her feet. But just as she straightened up, Fire launched her knee forward and rammed it into the right side of Barbie's midsection. The Doll folded forward, clutching her middle as Fire moved closer. She stood over Barbie's bare back and raised her hands over her head, joining them in a combined fist. But just as she was about to smash them downward, Barbie reached forward and wrapped her arms around the back of Fire's thighs, pulling her over and knocking her onto her back. Barbie's tummy throbbed, but she wasted no time in quickly wrapping her arms around Fire's thighs and flipping her over, stepping over her while rotating in the process, positioning herself directly above Fire's lower back. She now had her feet straddling Fire's butt, her opponent's legs wrapped tightly in against her body as she stared downward at Fire's butt. Barbie was startled when she felt Fire's legs scratching her skin as she pulled them tightly against her body, and it caused her to pause for a second or tow. But then she began to shuffle her feet back toward Fire's head, pulling her legs with her in the process. Fire began to slap the mat and scream, realizing she was about to be put in a Boston Crab. But Barbie continued, methodically planting her feet at Fire's sides and bending her into the letter "C". Fire began to scream more loudly in protest as the apathetic crowd finally came to life. Some cheered while others booed, but at least some noise was being made. Barbie continued to force Fire's body to bend, the pressure on the tag team champion's back increasing with each inch she was bent. Fire knew that she would have to do something quickly, so she tried to reach Barbie's ankles with her hands. After a few painful seconds, she was able to dig her nails into Barbie's right ankle, trying to claw her way to freedom. But Barbie's padded boots prevented Fire from penetrating them, and her attack was for naught. Instead she felt as if her spine were about to snap as Desiree crouched don next to her to ask for a submission. "GIVE UP?" Desiree screamed at Fire. But Fire defiantly denied the question. The skin on her back and sides began to clump and wrinkle from where it was bent in ways it was never intended to bend, and Fire was now screaming vehemently. Barbie decided however to be merciful and dropped Fire's legs, freeing her from the torturous hold. But she did not let her off of the hook. Barbie quickly sat down alongside Fire and forcefully grabbed hold of her right ankle and right wrist. She then planted her foot into Fire's right side, wedging it against Fire's body as she began to pull her limbs away from her body. Fire began to bend to the side, her body being stretched in half, but this time from the side as opposed to from the back as the Boston Crab had just done. Barbie leaned back and pulled with all of her might, her foot sinking into the side of Fire's spongy midsection. Fire, lying face down, looked like a wishbone as her arm and leg were stretched to their limit. But her left leg and left arm were still free, so she tried to formulate a way to use them. Every time she made an attempt however, Barbie would simply pull harder, forcing her onto her stomach again. The stress on her limbs was becoming excruciating, and her side was growing numb from where Barbie's foot was planted. The Doll relaxed her grip for a second to re-energize, and Fire made her move. She tried to roll over onto Barbie, but the Doll anticipated the move and simply yanked away at her limbs again, forcing Fire to again roll back onto her stomach. Barbie tried to figure out a way to make the hold inescapable however, and came up with a plan. She took her free left leg and placed under Fire's stretched right leg. She then rammed the boot of her left foot onto Fire's left, inner thigh. She then extended her own leg, thereby forcing Fire's legs apart and trapping them both. Fire's right leg was being pulled from the Doll's grip on her ankle, and her left leg was being forced in the opposite direction from Barbie's leg. Now she was truly a wishbone. Her legs were spread apart and her torso was also being bent in half. The crowd now began to put their support behind Barbie, partially for the prowess of the hold she had applied, and partially for the way she was spreading Fire's scantily clad body. Fire heard the cheers building for the Doll, and she grew angry, though each tug Barbie gave to her limbs changed her emotions from anger to distress. Desiree stood nearby, but there was nothing illegal about the hold, nor did Fire seem ready to submit. She was in agonizing pain, but determined to not give into it. But after a full 3 minutes, Barbie realized that they were at a stalemate. She knew the hold was hurting Fire, but not enough to end the match. So she first removed her boot from Fire's inner thigh, and then released her ankle and wrist. Fire's stretched right side felt as if an extra couple of inches had been added to her limbs. She had now given up the thought of getting an early pin against the Doll, which made her angry. But with Barbie now standing over her, her only concern was preventing the Doll from pinning her. But Barbie acted quickly, reaching down and clutching onto Fire's wrist, hauling her up and onto her feet. The Doll then clutched onto Fire's wrist with both arms and planted her feet before whipping Fire forward by the arm. The elongated brunette ran forward two steps, but then planted her feet while reaching over with her free arm and clutching onto the Doll's wrist. She then reversed the momentum and flung Barbie forward, sending her racing towards the side ropes. Barbie charged ahead, but as her body turned and her back sank into the ropes, she was able to hook her arms over the top ropes and hold herself back from bouncing off of them. As her body jerked while steadying itself however, Fire rushed over and planted her barefoot into the disoriented Doll's taut tummy. Fire then reached forward and clenched her hands around Barbie's wrists while pulling them forward. Fire fell backward, tugging the Doll with her by the arms. As Fire fell backward, the Doll's body pitched downward and Fire lunged her leg into the air, shoving it into Barbie's belly. Barbie's feet lifted off of the mat and her body was then pulled into a flying somersault. Fire kept her grip on the Doll's wrist as she flipped through the air, and as Barbie landed on her back, Fire tumbled backward and landed on top of the Doll's chest. The crowd roared as Fire now sat on top of Barbie, who was lying flat on her back, her legs bent and her arms sprawled out on either side of her. Desiree checked to see if Barbie's shoulders were pinned, but since they were not, she backed away. Barbie was a bit shaken by the quick turn of events, but calmed herself down enough to begin her defensive maneuver. She had knocked Fire off of earlier by bucking her legs, and so she naturally tried it again. Fire had meanwhile planted her knees onto Barbie's outstretched arms, pinning them painfully to the mat. As Barbie thrust her hips upward however, Fire simply lifted her butt off of Barbie and pressed her weight onto her knees. Barbie's lower body lunged at Fire, but not nearly forceful enough to knock the kneeling Fire off of her. In fact as Barbie's legs landed back on the canvas, the pressure on her arms became excruciating. All of Fire's weight was being pressed down onto her upper arms by Fire's knees, and it was incredibly painful. Desiree again walked over to check Barbie's shoulders, but the blue clad grappler was able to lift her right shoulder far enough into the air to thwart the ref's count. But that did not stop the searing pain in her arms. Fire, still kneeling upright, then thrust her butt downward, ramming it into Barbie's stomach. The Doll sputtered sickly from the impact as Fire immediately lifted her rear up again to resume the pressure on the Doll's arms. The Doll began to shriek as the pain became unbearable, and Fire responded by again driving her rump into Barbie's belly. Barbie was in agony, but as Fire lifted her rear end back into the air, she made a desperate attempt to thrust her legs up into the air, successfully dislodging Fire from her. Fire fell forward and landed face first above the Doll, but quickly rolled over and slid back toward Barbie. Desiree had knelt down next to Barbie, but since Fire was forced off of her, she turned and pushed herself back onto her feet and walked toward the corner. Barbie meanwhile had pushed herself up so that she was seated as Fire reached her. Fire propelled her arm forward and quickly wrapped it around the Doll's head, forcing it down into her chest. Trapped in the headlock, Barbie's body was bent forward toward Fire, who kept her arm wrapped tightly around her neck. Barbie's face rested against Fire's right breast, her head pulled in close to her opponent's body. As Barbie struggled to free herself however, Fire merely tightened her grip, locking Barbie's head in place. The Doll's nose was only inches from Fire's armpit, and she couldn't help but breathe in the stale odor of dried sweat. She felt nauseous from the stench, but could not escape. Fire meanwhile took advantage of the fact that the Doll's head was curled in close to her body, out of view of Desiree. She slowly and discreetly took her free hand and brought in close to her before shoving her closed fist into Barbie's right eye socket and twisting it, gouging her eye. The Doll began to shake and squirm, her screams muffled by Fire's body. Desiree suspected something was amiss however, and rushed over. Fire saw her coming however and simply lowered her arm, ending the gouge. Desiree checked closely, but she had full view of both of Fire's hands, and could not see the Doll's face. Satisfied but still suspicious, she backed away. Fire smirked, knowing that she had got away with the gouge, and the Doll whimpered, still queasy, but now partially blinded too. She was kneeling upright in back of Fire, but her body was wrapped around her opponent's, her head wedged in front of her. Her advantage however was that both of her arms were free, so she tried gallantly to take advantage of that. Se took her left arm and pulled it out, wrapping it around Fire's waist from behind. As Desiree walked behind Fire to check it out however, the vicious brunette repeated her dirty tactic, this time gouging the Doll's other eye. As the Doll's body began to writhe in pain and squirm to get free, Desiree quickly walked back in front of the two wrestlers. Again Fire ended the gouge before being caught, but Barbie's vision in both eyes was now clouded. Desiree did not catch Fire this time either, but now knew what was going on. She kept her tongue, but remained in front of the two wrestler's. Barbie's eyes were tearing and bloodshot, and her head ached from being trapped and so close to Fire's stinky armpit. She knew she had to mount an attack quickly however, so she resumed her earlier plan. Taking her left arm, she again wrapped around Fire's lower back. She then moved her other arm around the front of Fire, clenching her fingers together in front of Fire's belly. She then tried to lift herself up, gradually pulling one knee out in front of her. Fire realized what she was trying to do and yanked the Doll's head down even further, but Barbie then squeezed tightly with both arms, compressing Fire's stomach. That caused Fire to loosen her grip enough so that the Doll was able to get both feet out in front of her, pulling Fire up into the air with her as she stood up. Barbie's eyes were bright red and tears were rolling freely down her cheeks like rivers from the earlier gouges. She still couldn't see clearly, but didn't need to. She yanked Fire's body up b y the waist and then forced it downward, sticking her knee out in front of her and driving Fire's crotch into it. Fire's mouth fell open but no sound came out as she sat on the Doll's outstretched knee, her private area throbbing from the impact. Barbie was sure not to let go however, afraid that she would not be able to find her if she did. She was furious at Fire for cheating and gouging her eyes, and so she decided to try something she had never done before. She slid her right arm up Fire's back until she was able to wrap it around her neck from the front. Since this was a choke, Desiree ran over from her position across the ring and took a look. Though Barbie could not see Desiree approaching, she acted quickly and took her left arm, placing it alongside the left side of Fire's face. She then grabbed her left bicep with her right hand and the top of Fire's head with her left hand, thereby locking the Sleeper Hold in place. Desiree checked it closely, but soon realized it was not a choke in the true sense of the word, it was in fact a Sleeper Hold. She then looked into Barbie's red, puffy eyes and took a step or two back. Barbie's face grimaced as she applied more pressure to the hold, bending Fire's head to the side as her face contorted as well. The crowd realized what was happening and began to cheer wildly. Fire was still perched atop Barbie's knee, but her body started to grow limp with each passing moment. Her arms drooped at her sides and her face gradually relaxed from the pained expression she had at the beginning of the hold. Desiree moved in and yelled at Fire, "DO YOU SUBMIT?" but Fire gave no response. Barbie jerked Fire's head again, tightening the grip even more. Fire's body now seemed to be held up only by the Doll's arms as her arms swayed lightly at her sides, completely debilitated. Fires eyes also closed and it appeared that she had passed out. Desiree knew that she had to make a decision quickly, or Fire's health would be in jeopardy. If this hold were applied for too long, the lack of oxygen and blood flow could cause permanent damage. In a last effort, Desiree screamed at Fire. "DO YOU SUBMIT?" When no response whatsoever came from the eyes-closed wrestler, Desiree stood up and signaled for the bell, which rang immediately after. Desiree then called to Barbie, "Release the hold Doll", which Barbie did immediately. Fire's lifeless body toppled off of Barbie's knee and crumbled to the mat in a rumpled heap. She was clearly passed out, and the medics were called into the ring to revive her. Barbie was announced the winner, but was distracted as the medics gave Fire smelling salts. Even though Fire had cheated and hurt Barbie, still unable to see clearly, she was concerned for her opponent. But Fire eventually snapped out of it, struggling to get her nose away from the smelling salts. Barbie smiled as Fire began to revive, and Desiree lifted her arm in the air as the crowd applauded more heartily than they had at her introduction. Barbie was not only clad like a professional wrestler, but had even ended the match with a professional hold. To top it all of though, she had also earned the right to wrestle for the championship again. As she realized that, her celebration became jubilant as she made her way back to the dressing room. Reaching it she closed the door and thrust her arms into the air and began to cry. She looked in the mirror again and stared at herself. She loved her outfit, and was proud of what she had accomplished. Before this match her wrestling career had deteriorated to the point where it was almost in jeopardy. But now she had not only won, but had, first the first time, avenged a loss. Fire had beaten her in only her second pro match, but now she gotten her revenge. In addition, in just two weeks she would be facing Maggie for the championship, a match she knew she could win. She finally walked away from the mirror and stripped out of her outfit. She then lowered herself into the warm water of the Jacuzzi, still crying tears of joy. As she settled her naked, sore body into the tub, she laughed to herself at the turn of events before lowering her head under the water to soak away her aches and pains. Meanwhile, Fire was helped back to her dressing room. The men who assisted her was a bit taken aback by the pungent aroma emanating from her body. The helped Fire into the dressing room and she ordered everyone out. She then sat down on the sofa and wondered what she should do. She was still feeling fuzzy and dazed and emotionally she was a basket case. All of her plans for the evening were turning out sour, and she began to cry herself. But unlike Barbie, Fire's tears were not of joy. She couldn't go over to Helen's in this condition, especially since she had lost. She expected to be out of the shower by this point, victoriously having her make-up and hair re-done before her first real romantic encounter with the woman she had been fantasizing about. Instead, she sat crying by herself, realizing that none of that was going to happen. She finally got up the nerve to call Helen, but to her further dismay, no one answered the phone. She left a tear-filled message for Helen though, informing her that the night they had planned would not materialize, at least not tonight.