Barbie Doll against Helen II
By Wrestling Lady,  http://www.geocities.com/Colosseum/Loge/5319
Barbie Doll wrestles Helen again
Update: 01/11/1997 to wrestlinglady


After the first few days of euphoria passed for Barbie Doll upon
beating Sunshine and getting a shot at the championship, she was
faced with the reality of the situation.  First of all she had to
face Helen.  She had beaten Helen in the recent past, but not
after a brutal and violent match.  Helen no doubt would be
looking for revenge, and her personality was well suited for that
type of match.  But Barbie knew what she had to do to get herself
ready, and was confident she could beat the new champ.  What
concerned her even more was how to deal with her husband.  It had
been almost 6 months to the day since Barbie Doll embarked on her
wrestling career, but yet her husband still was totally unaware
of it.  Barbie Doll truly wanted to share the experience with him
and have his support in her championship quest, but was filled
with anxiety over telling him.

She decided to wait until only a couple of days before the match,
and then filled him in on what had been going on for the past
several months.  Geoff was a level-headed man, very happy with
his wife, their two kids and home in the suburbs.  He was shocked
when Barbie told him about what she had been doing, and even more
so that she would be wrestling for the championship.  This was
not the conservative, sweet wife he thought he knew and he was
distressed by the whole situation.  Barbie did her best to clam
his fears and eventually he agreed to go and watch the match and
support her in her wrestling if it is what she really wanted to
do.  With that out of the way, Barbie was able to focus her
thoughts on the impending match, and working closely with her
coach, prepared herself to the best of her ability.  It was
unprecedented that someone would get a shot at the championship
in just their sixth match, but the Doll was determined to change
the mind of any skeptics.

On the night of the match, Geoff and Barbie Doll drove into the
parking lot of the arena, only to see Helen driving right behind
them.  The differences in the two contestants was obvious even
before they entered the ring.  Barbie and Geoff drove a Jeep
Cherokee with the simulated wood paneling on the sides and two
child seats in the back seats.  They had the "soft rock" station
on low as they parked their car.  Helen, conversely drove a white
mustang convertible with the top down and Judas Priest blasting
from the radio.  Although neither woman made eye contact as they
headed into the arena through separate entrances, the scene
perfectly illustrated their differences.  Barbie Doll walked into
her locker room with Geoff and pulled her suit out of the bag.
She had found what she considered to be the perfect outfit for
the occasion, and had tried it on for Geoff just two days before,
receiving a favorable reaction.  In fact, upon seeing his wife in
the suit, he grabbed her and carried her up to the bedroom where
they concluded a passionate evening.  The suit had cost Barbie a
fortune, much more than she wanted to spend, so she had not been
able to afford the footwear to go with it.  She had seen the
perfect pair of matching, low cut boots which wrapped tightly
around her ankles and perfectly completed the outfit, but they
too were outrageously expensive and Barbie could not afford to
buy them.  Before she began to change, Geoff gave her an
emotional kiss and hug and then left her to find his seat.  After
he left she turned and saw a gift-wrapped box on the window.  She
picked it up and opened it, tears forming in her eyes when she
saw that it was the boots to match her outfit.  Geoff had left
them for her and she was touched by the surprise.  She continued
changing, butterflies dancing more frantically in her stomach
with each passing minute.  The arena was completely sold out and
the prior two matches had concluded as Barbie heard the anxious
murmuring of the crowd as they waited for the championship match
to begin.  Just then she heard the knock on the door and it was
time for her take her shot.

Standing in front of the door leading to the arena, Barbie began
to hyperventilate.  She had been relatively calm for someone so
inexperienced up until this point, but everything hit her at once
while waiting to make her entrance.  In about 5 minutes she would
be wrestling against a vicious woman in a sold-out arena for the
championship, and to top it all off, her husband would be sitting
in the front row watching.  She felt a sense of panic and had
trouble catching her breath,
but then the door to the arena flew open and everything became a
blur.  Mechanically she trotted toward the ring in a trance-like
state, the cheers of the crowd a mere buzzing in her head.  As
she reached the side of the ring she saw Geoff, luckily, and
snapped out of her stupor.  She climbed up into the ring and
received a warm and welcome greeting from the capacity crowd.
Since this was only her sixth match and much of the audience were
regulars to the women's wrestling matches, they had been able to
follow her from the start of her career.  As a result, they had
sort of adopted her as their own.  As Barbie waved to the
cheering masses, Geoff was amazed at the reaction she received
and felt a lump in his throat as he watched his wife receive
their adulation.
But as he stared on in amazement, the crowd began to stir and
turned their attention to the back of the arena.  Helen was
making her way toward the ring, and in contrast to her usual
attire, was wearing a long, white cape.  She climbed into the
ring, but the welcome she received was indifferent at best.  She
trotted around the ring once, the long cape covering her body as
it blew behind while she ran.  Barbie Doll stood in her corner,
watching as Helen settled back into hers.  The announcer than
made his way into the ring and raised his hands to quiet the
crowd.

"THIS IS THE CHAMPIONSHIP BOUT!" he exclaimed to the roars of the
crowd.  "In this corner, standing 5'5" tall and weighing 115
pounds, the challenger, BARBIE DOLL!", he shouted as the crowd
cheered.  Barbie stepped forward and waved, her suit reflecting
the bright lights.  It was one of the most unusual outfits anyone
had ever seen before.  It was made of shiny purple Spandex, and
looked like a giant letter "C" hugged tightly over her body.  It
draped over her left shoulder, circled down covering her right
side and then curved back and covered her left thigh.  As it
looped over her chest, the bottom third of her left breast and
the top third of her right breast peeked out from behind it.  It
also left her right shoulder, entire left side, most of her
stomach and all of her right thigh completely exposed.  It looked
exactly as if someone had painted  a giant purple "C" on the
front and back of her body, and it left large patches of her
honey colored skin exposed.  Her long, wavy hair was bleached
from the sun which gave it golden highlights and she also proudly
wore the matching purple boots.  The announcer then turned his
attention toward Helen.  "In this corner, the champion, standing
5'8" tall and weighing 135 pounds, the Champion, HELEN!" he
roared just as Helen dropped her cape off of her shoulders.  The
crowd immediately went silent at the sight of the brunette.
Helen was wearing a skimpy, strapless,  white bikini, and her
body was flawless.  Her top was under-wire, which supported her
firm 38D chest, but made of very little material.  The bottom was
a Brazilian cut bikini bottom which proudly displayed her taut
and tone butt, long, slender legs and taut tummy.  Helen's long,
thick, jet-black hair was pulled over her shoulders and fell down
below her shoulder blades.  She was stunning, and the crowd
slowly began to cheer until gradually erupting into a roar as
Helen strutted around the ring in her skimpy attire.  Her skin
was stark white, but it only seemed to flatter her well-developed
form.  Geoff gawked at the sight of his wife's opponent and
shivered at the thought of Barbie wrestling against her.  But
there was little time to think about that as the announcer had
already made his way out of the ring and the bell rang to start
the match.  

It had appeared as if Barbie Doll initially had a big edge in
terms of crowd support, but Helen seemed to have won most of them
over with her racy attire.  Barbie tentatively walked out of her
corner as Helen hopped lively out of hers and made her way toward
her cautious opponent.  Barbie was upset at how the introductions
had worked out.  She had thought that her outfit would have given
her an advantage, but Helen stole that away from her.  She
nervously picked up the pace and circled away from the champion
who pursued her earnestly.  As Helen picked up her pace and
glided toward Barbie, the wavy haired woman picked hers up as
well and avoided Helen's advances.  Finally Helen lunged toward
the Doll, but Barbie sidestepped and jogged away.  Frustrated,
Helen glared across the ring at her flighty counterpart and
challenged her.  "What does that big C on your body stand for,
coward?" Helen yelled across at Barbie.  The crowd picked up on
Helen's accusation and began to chuckle.  Finally Barbie took a
deep breath and stood her ground as Helen charged her.  The two
women locked arms near the center of the ring and an angry Barbie
Doll whispered pointedly to Helen, "It stands for champion!" she
said firmly.  As they continued to struggle, Helen chuckled and
stared into Barbie's eyes.  The Doll stared back, unaware that
Helen was raising her right leg and bending it at the knee.  "I
THIN IT STANDS FOR ....." Helen hesitated.  She then slammed her
knee into Barbie's bare left side and completed her sentence,
"CASUALTY!".  Barbie grunted as her entire upper body caved in to
the left, pitching to one side.  Helen then raised her hand over
her head, clenched it into a fist and rammed the side of her fist
into the bare skin on the right side of Barbie's neck.  The
Doll's head fell to right as her body stayed tilted to the right.
Helen then again rammed her knee into Barbie's left side, driving
her knee bone into Barbie's soft, uncovered side.  The Doll
groaned loudly as the pain twinged through her back before
shooting through her body.  Helen then again chopped her fist
into Barbie's neck, forcing her to tilt from side to side.  Helen
seemed to determine each bare section of Barbie's skin, but then
immediately wrapped one arm between Barbie's legs while grabbing
her over her shoulder with the other.  She then lifted the cute,
petite girl off of the mat and turned her over while elevating
her body in front of her.  Barbie's long, wavy hair flopped down
below her as Helen hoisted her into the air and carried her
toward the corner.  She then charged forward, slamming Barbie's
back into the turnbuckles, but not letting her go.  She backed up
a few steps and then charged forward again, ramming Barbie into
the corner and pulling her out.  She did this three more times,
driving the upended Barbie's back into the corner before pulling
her back.  She then marched back toward the center of the ring
and body-slammed her onto her back.  Barbie landed hard and then
rolled onto her side and arched her back, trying to reach the
wounded area with one hand and massage the pain.

Helen looked down at her inexperienced foe, and took advantage of
the Doll's arched back.  She stood in front of her and quickly
launched three sharp kicks into Barbie's stretched stomach.  The
Doll groaned loudly and then curled into a ball, trying
desperately to cover up.  Helen, however went right to work and
stormed down to Barbie's feet, reaching down and grabbing her by
the ankles.  She grabbed hold of Barbie by her shiny purple boots
and tugged her legs off of the mat.  Barbie's back faced Helen as
her front was facing out towards the crowd.  Helen continued
pulling Barbie's legs up further into the air until she had the
back of the Doll's ankles resting against the front of her
shoulders.  She then began to spin, lifting Barbie off of the mat
as she built momentum.  Since she had such a high grip on the
Doll's ankles, Barbie lifted quickly and her body soared higher
and higher as Helen built up speed.  Barbie's vision became fuzzy
as the crowd sped by her, turning to long, blurry flashes of
light.  Her back was now elevated even with Helen's shoulders and
parallel to the mat as she revolved violently around the speeding
Helen, her arms extended completely in front of her.  The crowd
roared their approval as Barbie's extended body sailed by them,
only to return a few seconds later at a higher speed.  Finally
Helen grew dizzy, but instead of slowing down, she simply let go
of Barbie's ankles and sent her flying through the air towards
the corner.  Barbie descended quickly as her body turned to the
side and slid toward the corner at a rapid pace.  It seemed as if
she would go sliding right out of the ring, but the pole was
directly in front of her and her body slammed against it as she
came screeching to a halt, her stomach wrapped around the pole.
Helen took a few seconds to regain her balance, but Barbie wasn't
going anywhere.  Her arms and legs dropped out of the ring since
her body folded in half around the post.  The capacity crowd
cheered wildly at the athletic and entertaining move by the
champion, who was showing her superiority, but was all business
as she quickly charged at her suspended adversary.  Reaching
down, she grabbed the back of Barbie's suit and dragged her back
into the ring.  She then grabbed a handful of her long, golden
hair and hauled her onto her feet.  She then tossed the Doll
across the ring, sending her slamming into the opposite
corner.

Barbie's arms hung over the top rope in the corner as she drooped
down from them.  She was overwhelmed by the quickness and
forcefulness of Helen's assault, and tried desperately to regain
her composure.  But Helen offered her little time as she
immediately walked over to Barbie Doll and set herself in front
of her.  Helen then raised her leg into the air and delivered a
forceful kick to the center of the Doll's stomach.  But rather
than remove her foot quickly, Helen pressed it further into the
Doll's tummy, driving it into her.  Doll's midsection was driven
further into the corner and her head sagged in front of her.  But
she was able to quickly push her arms off of the ropes and grab
hold of Helen's foot with both hands.  She tightened her grip,
securing her hold of the foot, and then pushed it to the side,
forcing it out of her stomach and holding it away from her.
Barbie then extended one of her legs behind Helen's grounded leg
and pushed back on Helen's elevated leg with off of her might.
Helen lost her balance as she tripped over Barbie's legs and
tumbled to the mat.  Although Barbie was still groggy, she had at
least gotten Helen off of her temporarily.  As Helen pushed
herself up onto her feet, Barbie forced herself out of the
corner.  She stumbled over to Helen who was straightening up, and
immediately wrapped her arm around Helen's ascending head,
placing her in a headlock.  Barbie tightened her grip, clamping
her arm tightly around Helen's bowed head in a vise-like grip.
The stooped over Helen was now momentarily derailed as Barbie
clung to her, hoping to buy some time.  Barbie's back was aching,
her side was throbbing and her neck was stinging, but she hoped
that by restraining Helen in the headlock for a few moments that
she would be able to recover quickly.  Helen had different plans
and swung her arms wildly around, trying to force the Doll to
release her grip.  Barbie took a few deep breaths while
maintaining the headlock, and successfully thwarted Helen's
attempts to release her until she was ready.  Then Barbie took a
few quick steps forward and leaped into the air.  She pulled her
legs out in front of her just before she descended and forced
Helen's head down.  As Barbie Doll landed in a sitting position
on her butt, she mashed Helen's face into the mat, "bulldogging"
her.  Helen was temporarily paralyzed by the move, and Barbie
took advantage of that by rolling over on top of her and placing
her knee into the small of Helen's back.  The crowd cheered the
skillful maneuver as Barbie Doll sat perched atop Helen.  The
fickle crowd seemed to be more interested in cheering for a good
show than for either woman individually, and their allegiances
changed easily at this early stage of the match.

Barbie was now in a position where she could move more slowly and
give her body a chance to heal.  She put all of her weight onto
her knee, pinning Helen beneath her.  Barbie moved slowly and
deliberately, gradually leaning forward and grabbing Helen's
wrists one at a time and pulling them back to her sides.  She
then knelt upright and pulled back on Helen's two arms, causing
her back to arch as her upper body lifted off of the mat.
Helen's large, overexposed chest jutted out in front of her, her
face showing the strain of being pulled up.  Barbie tugged
mightily, trying to apply as much pressure as possible to Helen's
back, arms and shoulders.  After a few moments she relaxed the
grip, sending Helen collapsing forward, her chest squashing
against the canvas.  Barbie took a few deep breaths, leaned
backward and pulled Helen up again.  The brunette's chesty torso
again lifted off of the mat as Barbie tugged on her arms.  The
Doll's whole body began to tremble as she pulled with all of her
might, the exertion on her face obvious as her limber muscles
flexed from the strain.  Geoff sat at ringside and stared up at
his wife in amazement.  He had never seen this side of her before
and was completely stimulated by it.  His emotions to this point
had run from anxiety to fear to pride to arousement as he watched
his wife compete.  To see this sweet, innocent woman, the mother
of his children, wrestling against and overpowering another woman
is not something he ever thought possible.  But  it was happening
right before his eyes and it was exciting him.  Barbie dropped
Helen down again, took a short breather and yanked her off of the
mat once more.  Helen's chest bounced from beneath her skimpy,
strapless top as she was peeled off of the canvas.  Her soft,
white shoulders were curved behind her and screaming with pain,
feeling as if her limbs were about to be ripped from them.
She looked the bow of an old war ship the way her long, black
hair fell behind her and her large chest jutted out in front
while her shoulders were curled back.  Finally, though Barbie
released the tension, dropping Helen and relinquishing the grip
on her wrists.  Barbie then slowly slid off of Helen's back and
stood up, walking up toward her head.  The crowd cheered for
Barbie as she stopped in front of Helen and looked down at
her.

Barbie had assumed control and was finally starting to recover
from Helen's fast start as she stood over her brunette foe.  She
reached down and grabbed Helen by the hair before pulling her up.
Helen rose to one knee, but then quickly wound up and delivered a
stiff right jab to the Doll's stomach.  Unprepared, Barbie
stumbled a step backward while Helen stood up, angry and in
search of revenge.  Helen charged over to the startled Doll,
raised her left hand and dug her fingers into Barbie's bare right
shoulder.  With her right hand she then lifted three stiff, rapid
uppercuts into the exposed left side of Barbie's midsection.
Barbie's torso wilted over to the left as Helen unclenched the
fingers on her left hand and sent a vicious chop into the exposed
right side of Barbie's neck.  Barbie grunted as her head bobbed
to the right while Helen cocked her arm and delivered three more
powerful uppercuts into Barbie's left side.  She then immediately
sent another chop into the right side of Barbie's neck, causing
the honey-skinned grappler to wobble from side-to-side, the bare
parts of her body the obvious target to the champion.  Barbie's
whole body swayed unsteadily, wavering laterally as Helen
reloaded.  She drew her arm back before unleashing a brutal
uppercut into Barbie's left side, causing her to immediately drop
to her knees.  Helen then pulled her left arm out in front of
her, bent it at the elbow and plunged downward, driving her elbow
into the soft skin where Helen's head and shoulder met.  The
petite woman's head collapsed to the right and her body toppled
over, crashing to the canvas.  Barbie whimpered as she placed her
hands on the wounded side of her neck and tried to massage away
the torturous pain.  Helen quickly got to her feet and walked
around to the front of Barbie's outstretched body.  Positioning
herself, she then kicked her foot forward, punting it into the
Doll's stomach.  Barbie folded in half keeping one hand on her
neck and wrapping her other arm around her midsection as she
began to sob.  Her body was in agony, and Helen seemed to show no
signs of letting up as she reached down and snatched a handful of
the Doll's hair.  She hauled the weeping Barbie onto her feet and
immediately lifted her knee into her stomach, causing her to
double over.  Helen then leaned forward and wrapped her arms
around Barbie's waist, pulling it tightly in toward her body and
hoisting her into the air.  Barbie's legs flew up into the air as
the champion upended her, wedging her arms below the Doll's
ribcage and squeezing as hard as she could.  Barbie's arms fell
limply below her, her knuckles dragging on the mat as Helen
adjusted her grip.  Barbie's face began to turn, her midsection
completely constricted from the champion's tight grip as she
struggled to breathe.

The tide of the match had turned quickly and unequivocally, and
as his wife's inverted body was paraded around the ring, Geoff
looked on in horror.  Helen had the look of an assassin on her
face as she displayed Barbie Doll to all four sides of the crowd
before stomping back to the center of the ring.  The crowd
cheered raucously as Helen hesitated, squeezing the air out of
the red-faced Doll.  She then slammed Barbie's downward, pile-
driving her head into the mat.  Barbie's head snapped into her
chest as she collapsed forward, her body slamming into the mat,
bouncing into the air once before coming to rest.  She remained
motionless as Helen stood over her menacingly, glaring down at
her body.  The bikini-clad beauty seemed to be waiting for Barbie
Doll to move before continuing the assault, but the Doll was not
cooperating as she lay face down on the ground, stone-still.
Concluding that she was finished, Helen walked alongside Barbie
and sent a vicious kick into her bare left side with the toe of
her boot.  Barbie groaned softly as she rolled onto her back, her
arms landing helplessly over her head.  Helen then walked down to
her legs and kicked them apart before standing directly between
them.  She faced Barbie's head and looked down once again at her
limp opponent, tears running down the side of her face.  Helen
then raised her hands over her head in a victorious pose as the
crowd cheered wildly.  She then dropped down, pulling her knee
out in front of her and landing it on Barbie's belly button.
"UUUHHHH!" moaned Barbie as her head and shoulder lifted off of
the mat involuntarily.  Helen then fell forward, smacking against
Barbie's face and pushing her down with her body.  Helen's large,
round chest landed directly over Barbie's face and engulfed her
head beneath them.  Her body covered Barbie's, her shoulder
pinned to the mat as the crowd began the ritual of counting the
defeated girl out.  As the count increased, Barbie's body
twitched, unable to breath from beneath Helen's mounds of flesh.
Finally the count reached ten and the bell rang repeatedly to
mark the end of the match.  Helen lingered for a few seconds, but
then rolled onto her side and quickly jumped to her feet, raising
her hands over her head.  She had won her first title defense,
teaching the inexperienced Barbie Doll that she was not yet ready
to compete for the title in the process.  As Helen gradually made
her way out of the ring, Geoff jumped up into it and checked on
his battered wife.  He knelt down next to her and lifted her
shoulders off of the mat, cradling them in his arms.  She looked
up at him, tears streaming down her cheeks and a despondent look
on her face.  "I'm sorry" she cried over and over to her husband
who held her close to his body and comforted her.  After a few
more minutes, he picked her up, cradling her in his arm's, and
carried her back to the locker room.