Barbie Doll against Helen By Wrestling Lady, http://www.geocities.com/Colosseum/Loge/5319 Barbie Doll wrestles Helen Update: 01/11/1997 to wrestlinglady A million thoughts ran through her head as she pulled on her ankle-high wrestling boots in preparation for battle. Tonight would be Barbie Doll's toughest test as a wrestler, yet she felt more prepared than she been for her first 3 matches having gotten her first win in her previous match. Her opponent on this night would be Helen, an experienced, skilled and vicious wrestler. Barbie Doll had heard all of the stories about Helen, how she destroyed Fire in her previous match and how she enjoyed watching her opponents squirm in pain as she dished it out. But Barbie Doll was confident nonetheless that she could withstand Helen's attacks and beat her. Unfortunately for Barbie, she was probably the only person in the arena who felt that way. Helen was a heavy favorite and many, including her Barbie Doll's own coach, were nervous about the outcome. But Barbie had worked hard to get in the best shape of her life and to master her wrestling technique. She stood in front of her locker and stretched her muscles in anticipation of the impending match as her coach ran through their strategy for the last time. Barbie shook her head as her coach recited the game plan, but it was obvious that the Doll's thoughts were somewhere else. As her coach completed the lecture, Barbie was called to enter the arena. She walked toward the door, took a deep breath and then trotted toward the ring, waving to the crowd. She was greeted with a lively ovation as she climbed into the ring and bopped back and forth to release some of her nervous energy. Barbie smiled and continued waving to the crowd as they continued to applaud. She had decided to wear a two-piece outfit for the first time, and apparently the fans were pleased that she did. Barbie was a pretty woman, 34 years old with long, wavy, light brown hair which drifted across her shoulders. She had no outstanding features on her 5'5", 115 lb. frame, but none which detracted from her appearance either. She was just a typical, cute woman, but she had added 10 pounds to her slender chassis since her last match. The extra 10 lbs. were added judiciously and made her body more alluring, giving her a shapelier figure. It was also obvious that she was in better shape than her last match, more athletic though not powerful or muscular. What was different than her prior matches was her attire. She was clad in a tan- colored bikini, albeit a conservatively cut one, but the color of the suit and matching boots closely matched the color of her skin, giving the illusion of nudity. Anyone of those factors could have accounted for the positive reaction of the crowd, but regardless, Barbie Doll's popularity was definitely growing. They were beginning to embrace her as their version of the All American girl. A few minutes passed before Helen finally made her appearance, ignoring the crowd and quickly climbing into the ring. In contrast to the smiling, affable Barbie Doll, Helen had a scowl on her face and was all business. She wore a skin-tight, white one-piece suit which was cut high on the thighs, low in the front and very effectively showcased her taut, athletic body and firm, 38 inch chest. She was barefoot and her thick, long, black hair cascaded down to the middle of her back. She was a very enticing woman, in a quite different way than the Doll. The two stood on opposite ends of the ring, their differences apparent as they each prepared for battle. Barbie represented sweetness, innocence and naiveté, while Helen represented raw, unrestrained brutality. The crowd recognized this and as a result, had mixed emotions which were obvious in their unsettled murmurs as the start of the match approached. After a few more seconds the bell rang and the crowd uncomfortably cheered the start of the skirmish. The approach of the two women to the start of the match spoke volumes about their styles. Barbie glided out of the corner and trotted slowly in a circular motion, crouching forward in her wrestling stance and cautiously eyeing her opponent. Helen on the other hand made a beeline out of her corner and charged directly at Barbie, screaming. Startled by her opponent's reckless attack, Barbie froze. Her feet seemed to be cemented to the ground as Helen slammed her shoulder in Barbie's midsection and drove her into the corner. Barbie's back smashed into the turnbuckle as Helen quickly lifted her head and drove three forceful punches into the Doll's right side. Barbie groaned after each shot, her body slowly pitching to the right as Helen quickly wrapped her arm around the Doll's bowed head and placed her in a headlock. Before the Doll knew what had hit her she was being dragged around the ring by her head, Helen's arm squeezing tightly around her neck. The crowd cheered the action although it was not the usual, barbarous cheering to which Helen had grown accustomed. Disregarding it however, Helen moved quickly to gain the upper hand. She raced toward the ring with Barbie in tow and headed for the opposite corner. Reaching it, she forced the Doll's head forward, driving it into the turnbuckle like a battering-ram. Barbie's head sunk into her neck and she let out a soft grunt as the muscles in her neck contracted. Helen then quickly turned around and raced to the opposite corner, again mashing the top of the Doll's head into the other corner. Barbie was breathing heavy and her head ached as Helen again took off for the other side of the ring. She mashed the Doll's head into the corner, but then pulled it back out before ramming it forward again. She was using the Doll's head as a mallet, slamming it over and over into the padded turn buckle. Finally Helen slammed the Doll's head forward one last time before releasing the headlock and sending Barbie crumbling to the mat. Barbie collapsed into a sitting position on the canvas, her head spinning and her ears buzzing. The top of her head was numb from being battered constantly. The bright lights which hung overhead made the temperature in the ring, as usual, very warm. The two wrestlers had already done a good bit of running early in the match, and those two factors were beginning to show on them. As Barbie sat hunched in the corner, her head spinning as she gasped for air, her body began to perspire. Similarly, Helen stood over her, her large chest heaving up and down as she huffed and puffed, perspiration beginning to make her suit cling to her well-defined body. She took a few more seconds to catch her breath and then leaned down and went back to work. She grabbed hold of Barbie Doll's long hair and tugged on it, pulling her up onto her feet. The Doll got light-headed as she was yanked to her feet, but she tried to shake it off. Helen then grabbed hold of her wrist, took two quick steps forward and then hurled Barbie forward, sending her racing toward the ropes on the side of the ring. The Doll scampered forward before reaching the ropes, desperately grabbing hold of them to prevent her from returning toward Helen. She bounced off of the ropes, but was able to maintain her grip, keeping her safely against them, at least temporarily. Noticing this, Helen dashed across over toward her to pick up where she left off. She charged Barbie and abruptly lunged her hand forward, wrapping it around the Doll's throat. She then pushed her hand forward, driving the Doll's head backward and forcing it out of the ring. Barbie's back arched as her head was forced backward and downward, her body bending back against the ropes as Helen squeezed her hand tightly around her windpipe. Her stomach was curved outward in front of her, left wide open to attack. Her stomach appeared to be soft, a thin line of blonde peachfuzz running down the middle of it from her bikini top downward, encircling her small bellybutton and disappearing into her bikini bottom. But even though it looked soft, Barbie had worked hard to develop her abdominal muscles. The skin on her stomach was soft, but a layer of newly developed muscles was hidden beneath that supple skin. Helen continued to press the Doll's head forward with her left hand, but cocked her right arm behind her and delivered a forceful punch into Barbie's defenseless gut just as she released the choke hold. The Doll's head sailed back in toward the ring and she doubled over, coughing and gagging as Helen looked on in delight. The crowd was still cheering, but a small faction was quickly developing in Barbie's corner, and though they weren't vocal, their support was noticeable. Barbie, meanwhile was trying to recover form the choke and hard punch to her belly as she remained hunched over, coughing. Helen slowly wrapped her arms around Barbie's bowed head and placed a headlock on her, pulling the brown-haired woman away from the ropes. Barbie hobbled forward as Helen yanked her head. Reaching the center of the ring, Helen tightened her grip around Barbie's throat, resuming the choke from earlier. Barbie could feel herself again getting light- headed and grew frantic. She knew that if she didn't react quickly, she would soon pass out. She looked down and noticed Helen's bare feet beneath her, and hastily formulated her plan of attack. She gradually lifted her right leg into the air so as not to be noticed, and then slammed her foot downward, driving the back corner of her boot into Helen's barefoot. Helen let out a loud yelp and immediately released the choke hold, raising her injured foot into the air as she massaged it with both hands. Barbie quickly ran over to her and stomped her boot down on Helen's other foot, holding it in place for a few seconds as she twisted and mashed it. Helen squealed in pain, both feet now throbbing. She limped over toward the ropes and held herself up as she tried to alternate massaging her wounded feet. Barbie made use of the time to pull herself together. She was perspiring heavily now and was grateful to give her pounded body a chance to recover. Helen took over a full minute to relieve her pain, which whipped the crowd into a frenzy. The Barbie Doll fans grew more vocal as some of Helen's supporters changed their allegiances. As Barbie cleared her head, she straightened herself up, only to see Helen doing the same. Helen was furious, and though her feet were in pain, she still limped over to Barbie to continue the match. Barbie took a deep breath as Helen approached and set herself. As she raised her arms in front of her to fend of Helen's attack, the angry brunette lifted her knee in Barbie's unsuspecting tummy. Barbie moaned and hunched over, surprised by the quick attack. Helen wasted no time and quickly grabbed a handful of Barbie's hair and straightened her up. But as Barbie rose, she launched an uppercut into Helen's unguarded belly, causing the surly brunette to double over. Helen abruptly lifted her head and with fire in her eyes, dug a powerful shot into Barbie's right side. The Doll's skin collapsed around Helen's fist as her body twisted painfully to the side. Helen then lifted her arm back behind her to deliver another blow, but Barbie quickly retaliated by slamming her knee into Helen's taut tummy. Helen whined as her upper body fell forward, her hair falling wildly below her. Barbie took a deep breath and prepared for the counter attack, tightening her abdominal muscles. Helen didn't disappoint her and unceasingly flung her fist into Barbie's right side again. Barbie had flexed her abdominal muscles, but Helen's kidney punch landed in a vulnerable area and the cute, bikini clad woman tilted to one side. Her right side was now in agony and she knew that she couldn't take much more punishment. Her entire upper body was drooped over as Helen took the opportunity to quickly launch a forceful blast into her left side. Barbie let out a loud "UUNNNNHHHH!", and then dropped to her knees. Both side now stung with pain and she could no longer hold herself up. She needed to do something quickly, but knew that she was running out of time. Her stomach could take the pounding, but Helen was placing the blows in an area where she was the most susceptible. She tried to straighten herself up, placing her hands on the mat in front of her and pushing herself up. She raised her head and then pushed her upper body so that she was now kneeling upright. But before she knew what hit her, Helen punted her leg forward and slammed the ball of her foot in the Doll's lower stomach. Helen's foot sank into Barbie's peachfuzz-covered stomach, her bellybutton the center of the target as Helen's foot had landed square in the center of it. Barbie collapsed onto her side, wrapping her arms around her injured belly as rolled on the mat in pain. The Doll's supporters again grew silent as their hero rolled from side- to-side, clutching her battered belly. Helen walked over next to her and stood beside her cowering body. She then raised her right foot in the air, intending to stomp on the fallen Doll, but Barbie quickly grabbed hold of her left ankle and pulled. Helen began to lose her balance, waving her arms at her sides to hold herself, but to no avail. She fell onto her back, her head snapping back and slamming against the canvas. The fall jarred Helen's neck and a sharp pain shot down her spine as she rolled onto her side. Barbie meanwhile had maintained her hold of Helen's foot, and began to twist it. She clutched Helen's ankle with both hands and wrenched it away from her body, spraining it. Helen screamed as Barbie was relentless, trying her best to debilitate her attacker. She pushed herself up onto her knees so that she was kneeling below Helen as she grabbed hold of her other ankle. She then gingerly pushed herself up onto her feet, still clutching Helen's legs in her hands. She then flipped Helen onto her stomach while crossing her trapped legs. Barbie then stepped over Helen so that her feet were now on either side of Helen's legs as she looked down at her crossed feet. She then jumped into the air and pulled her legs out in front of her. As she descended, landing her rear end on top of Helen's crossed feet. Helen's legs bent back quickly, the backs of her calves mashed against the back of her thighs as Barbie landed. Helen wailed in pain, her knees feeling as if they were ripped to shreds from the force of her legs bending down further then they were ever meant to go. Barbie adjusted her position and still sitting on Helen's calves, grabbed hold of her arms, which were laying helplessly at her side. She then pulled them back, lifting Helen's head and then her upper body off of the mat. Barbie now had Helen in a modified version of the surfboard, a painful modification. Helen's legs were bent below her and her torso was being pulled up off of the mat by her arms while the Doll grimaced as she pulled with all of her might. Helen's face grew contorted from the pain as she shrieked loudly from the agonizing hold. Her large chest was lifted completely off of the mat and stuck straight out in front of her, her arms being yanked from her shoulder blades. Finally Barbie relented and released her arms, dropping her upper body back to the canvas as she lifted herself off of Helen's tortured legs. Helen lay flat on the ground, all of limbs in tremendous pain. She moaned to herself while laying there, Barbie getting to her feet. It was a tremendous turn around and Barbie finally acknowledged the ever increasing cheers of the crowd. She took a few moments to recuperate further, but then continued the assault. She knew Helen was tough and that she had better be on guard, so she carefully plotted her next move. She walked over to Helen's head, reached down and grabbed her by the wrist, hauling her up onto her feet. Helen rose sluggishly, gingerly pulling her legs beneath her as she was forced to stand up. Her legs wobbled as she struggled to support her own weight, but Barbie gave her no time to recover. She pushed her backward, sending her into the corner. Helen draped her arms over the top rope for support, letting her legs fall limply below her. The Doll moved closer and then, standing directly in front of Helen, lifted her leg into the air and smashed her knee into Helen's right side. Helen's head slumped in front of her as her body favored her right side. Barbie then raised her other leg and smashed her knee into Helen's left side. Helen's slouched head rolled to the other side, followed slowly by the rest of her body as her long, black hair covered her face. Barbie then lifted her knee into Helen's right side, driving into the rigid muscle. Helen grunted, unable to resist Barbie's revenge. Completing her attack, Barbie slammed her other knee into Helen's left side, causing the battered brunette to droop down from the ropes, her elbows holding her up from the ropes. Barbie took a few steps back and caught her breath. Her body was covered with sweat, but she was beginning to feel victorious. The cheers from the crowd helped to revitalize her as she charged forward and jumped into the air as she approached the dangling Helen. She landed her two feet on Helen's thighs, grabbing hold of her wrists in the process. Not having anything to hold her up, Barbie Doll fell backward, but as she did, she pulled Helen's arms with her. She plunged toward the mat, but in doing so, pulled Helen down with her and then kicked her legs up, forcing Helen's' body to flip into the air. Helen somersaulted in midair and landed flat on her back in the center of the ring. Whatever fans were not supporting Barbie Doll, quickly jumped to her side after this athletic move and cheered the novice warrior. Barbie jumped to her feet and raised her hands over her head, waving to the cheering throng. Helen meanwhile, lay in a heap in the center of the ring. Her whole body heaved up and down as she breathed heavily, her hair strewn wildly about her head and face. Her white suit was now stuck to her body from the perspiration, exhibiting every wrinkle of her skin. Barbie discontinued her celebration and walked over to her fallen foe. She placed one foot on each side of Helen's midsection, straddling her body as she looked down into her face. She then dropped to her knees, landing her butt onto Helen's stomach as she landed. Helen's legs flew into the air and her head lifted slightly off of the mat. Barbie then placed her hands in front of her, pressing them down on Helen's shoulders and forcing them to the mat. The crowd counted in unison, reaching ten and counting the battered Helen out.Barbie jumped to her feet and raised her hands in the air in victory. The upset which no one thought was possible had taken place. Instead of Barbie Doll laying listlessly on the mat, Helen was the debilitated one. Barbie ran around the ring, thanking the admiring crowd. She took one final bow before climbing out of the ring and heading back toward the locker room. As she walked through the crowd she was elated. She had gotten her first win against an experienced wrestler, who no one thought she could beat and she was ecstatic. Helen took a few minutes to compose herself, but eventually got to her feet to the jeers of the crowd. Her tortured body had betrayed her, but she promised herself to get revenge against the older rookie, and she usually kept her promises to herself.