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


The results of the first match filtered back to the locker
room quickly, even before Maggie had been helped out of the
ring.  The word that Fire had savagely beaten Maggie,
resulting in Fire's disqualification, came as no surprise
though to the 2 combatants of the second match, Stacey and
Barbie Doll. Barbie Doll had both faced Fire as an opponent
and wrestled with her as a tag team partner, and she knew
the two sides of the unpredictable wrestler.  The Doll's
most recent match was a tag team in which she teamed with
Fire, who was essentially non-existent.  This forced Barbie
to wrestle virtually single-handed against the Pretty Girls,
with obvious results.  But in only her second match, earlier
in her career, she had wrestled against Fire and witnessed
first-hand her vicious side as well, resulting in the Doll's
second straight loss as a rookie.   Stacey was also very
familiar with Fire's seemingly split personality.  She was a
member of  the Pretty Girls, and together with her partner
Heather, beat Fire and Barbie Doll in that tag match.  But
Stacey then faced Fire in a singles match, well if you want
to call it a match.  Actually you could say more accurately
that Fire mugged Stacey.  Even before Stacey got into the
ring, Fire assaulted her before the bell and attempted to
beat the hell out of her.  Fire had to be pulled off of
Stacey, but not before doing some damage, which resulted in
the fiery brunette's disqualification.  But even though both
women were familiar with Fire, neither dwelled on the
outcome of the just completed match.  Instead they each went
about preparations for the impending match against each
other. 

Barbie Doll was trying to resurrect a wrestling career which
had taken a turn for the worse.  She had been wrestling for
just a tad over a year, but in that time, she had
experienced both ups and downs.  Barbie had just started
wrestling about a year ago at the age of 35.  That put her
at a distinct disadvantage, since she started much later in
life than virtually all of the other girls.  And even at
this point after wrestling for only about a year, was the
least experienced wrestler in the federation.  But she took
her training very seriously, an advantage of  being older
and wiser, working with a personal coach for 3 full months
before she had her first match.  She religiously studied
moves, holds and technique, not just when she started out,
but even now.  Barbie had respect for the wrestling craft,
and worked hard to master it.  And at just  5'5" and 115
lbs, she needed to make up for her lack of size and strength
with an edge in technical ability.  She had done a good job
of that so far.  She was respected as a knowledgeable
wrestler who learned something from every match, win or
lose.  Another important aspect of Barbie's attitude toward
wrestling was her desire to succeed through honest,
sportsmanlike methods, not relying on cheating or dirty
tactics.  As a result, she had developed a small but loyal
following who admired her devotion to the sport.  Some fans
seemed even related to her on a personal level, since Barbie
had that "girl next door" appeal.  She often reminded some
fans of their wives or girlfriends or sisters.  She was a
housewife, and mother of 2 young chidden.  She didn't
dedicate a great deal of time to her appearance, though she
was best described as "very cute".  The little free time she
had was spent on her wrestling, with the rest of her time
dedicated to her family.  Her hands were red from washing
dishes and raising the kids, not manicured or pampered.  Her
face, though appealing, was not made-up or given any special
beauty treatment.  Her body was in good shape, but with no
outstanding features.  The only physical indulgence she
allowed herself was her hair.  It was long, cascading down
to her shoulder blades.  The color was a frosted, sandy
color streaked with blonde highlights, which were treated
once per month at the beauty salon.  That was the only
special treatment she allowed herself.  Her opponent though,
was quite a different story.  

Stacey was a 28 year old, very single woman.  She lived with
a few friends in the city, and very much enjoyed the single
life, the spotlight and adulation of the wrestling fans.
She was an attractive woman, profiled in one of the
wrestling magazines as "almost beautiful".  She stood a
statuesque 5'8" and weighed 140 lbs.  But where Barbie did
not dedicate a great deal of time to her physical
appearance, Stacey paid a great deal of attention to hers.
She was blessed with some very nice features and some others
which were non-descript, but she had a knack for emphasizing
her finer points while enhancing the lesser.  She had a
pretty face, even though it's features were less than
perfect.  Her eyes were very pretty, but small, so she used
mascara and eye liner to effectively brighten and enlarge
them.  Her skin was a healthy, pink/white color, and needed
little help.  Her hands were soft and smooth, her finger and
toenails painted to match her attire.  Her frizzy brown hair
was shoulder length, but shiny and soft as silk, much softer
looking than Barbie's.  Her body was long and lean, in good
shape, but not awe-inspiring.  But without question, her
most outstanding feature was her legs.  They seemed to
stretch upward forever, shapely but strong.  Her calves were
contoured nicely and her thighs were meaty, without being
fat.  Stacey was well aware of this, and did whatever she
could to emphasize her outstanding gams.  She had them waxed
and massaged monthly, and even oiled them before each match,
much to the delight of the crowds.  But in addition to their
beauty, Stacey's legs were also deadly.  In her prior
federation, Stacey was well known for her powerful and
debilitating scissors holds.  Many opponents submitted to
their crushing squeeze, to the point where her scissors
became known as " The Curvaceous Crush!", but Stacey had yet
to display her specialty in her new federation.  Otherwise,
Stacey's wrestling skills were truly average.  She was part
of the Pretty Girls tag team, but her partner Heather was by
far the more skilled, and also the more beautiful of the
two.  Stacey often wrestled in Heather's shadow, with her
partner drawing most of the attention.  And though they were
great friends, Stacey was determined to also make a name for
herself.  She had joined this new federation just a few
months ago, and this would only be her second singles match
as a member.  The first, against Fire, was a nightmare for
Stacey, and she was determined to put on a good show against
Barbie Doll, hoping to use her assets to the best of her
ability.

Once Maggie was finally helped out of the ring, the two
women were called individually to enter the arena.  The
first match had been one-sided, with a violent ending, just
the way this crowd liked it.  As a result, they had worked
themselves into a frenzy, and as Barbie stood at the door
waiting to be let into the arena, she sensed the
electricity.  The door was opened and she began her trek to
the ring, receiving an amicable, if not jubilant greeting.
Barbie opted for a one piece suit, and as she climbed into
the ring, the crowd looked her over.  It was a leopard print
swimsuit, cut high in the thighs to lengthen the appearance
of her shorter legs and it scooped down in the back to
provide some excitement.  It was an off-the-rack swimsuit,
but looked very nice on her.  Barbie's skin was a golden,
honey color, which blended nicely with the background of the
leopard print.  Her skin color was not achieved however from
the sun, but was rather evidence of her southern European
descent.  Her long, curly, sandy colored hair also
complemented the brownish tones, tying everything together.
She looked great, very cute, but was certainly not an
intimidating presence.  As she bounced into her corner,
Stacey began to make her way forward, and was greeted with a
much more lively response.  She wore a glittery, purple
bikini, cut specifically for her body, and the crowd was
very appreciative for that.  Stacey took long, slow strides
toward the ring, giving the crowd the chance to get a good
look at her.  Her long legs shimmered from the massage oil
she had applied earlier, her nails matching perfectly to the
color of her suit.  She climbed up between the ropes,
cognizant of where Barbie was the whole time.  She
remembered how Fire had ambushed her in her last match, and
would not allow that to happen again.  Stacey walked slowly
toward her corner, a smugness to her strut which Barbie did
not appreciate.  But Stacey merely smirked at her, enjoying
the partisanship of the crowd, and basking in the fact that
it had gotten under Barbie's skin.  She slinked to her
corner and positioned herself against the ropes, arching her
back as the crowd cheered.  As the two women stood in
opposite corners, it became apparent that this was sort of a
"Peasant against a Princess" sort of match.  The cute but
common Barbie Doll against the coifed and curvy Stacey.

The two were ready for battle, and the side judge wasted no
time in ringing the bell to mark the start of the match.
Keeping with her pretentious attitude, Stacey moved slowly
out of her corner, glaring pretentiously at the Doll who was
bouncing actively in a circular motion.  The eyed each other
as they made a complete revolution of the ring before each
lunged forward and locked up in the center of the ring.  The
crowd began to roar, still stimulated from the first match,
as the two women jockeyed for an advantage.  Stacey reached
forward and grabbed a clump of Barbie's hair, but the
smaller wrestler reacted quickly by clamping hold of
Stacey's other wrist and twisting it into an armbar.
Stacey's body lurched into the air as Barbie wrenched her
long, slender arm.  Barbie moved her body in a circle and
switched quickly to a safer, side wristlock.  Stacey was
bowed forward, her arm twisted out to her side while Barbie
kept the pressure on.  Barbie had locked a grip onto
Stacey's wrist at the exact point which would exert the most
pressure on her trapped limb.  Stacey's wrist and elbow
began to ache instantly as she hobbled slowly forward,
following the Doll's lead.  Barbie then quickly whipped the
trapped arm in around, flipping Stacey into the air and
sending her crashing to the mat on her back.  But the alert
Doll never relinquished her grip and immediately used it to
pluck Stacey off of the mat by her arm.  Stacey began to
groan as she rose reluctantly.  Again she was forced to bow
forward from the pressure, her arm stretched to her side
while Barbie worked it over.  The Doll twisted as hard as
she could, entwining Stacey's limb with the painful hold.
But the Doll did not stop there.  Still clenching Stacey's
wrist, she walked up in front of her, and in one move,
released the wrist lock while placing Stacey in a front
headlock.  She wrapped her arm around the bowed girl's
throat, keeping her trapped in the hunched position.  Stacey
was angry, but the Doll was beating her to each move, and
seemed to really have her act together.  Although not in a
painful hold at this point, Stacey was angry and
embarrassed.  Her entire body was bent forward and her head
was trapped beneath Barbie's arm while resting against her
hip, not exactly where she wanted it to be.

Barbie kept the hold in place, using her other hand to jar
Stacey's head to the side by her chin in order to emphasize
the pressure on her neck.  Stacey tried to lock her arm
around the Doll's waist, but Barbie thwarted her attempts
easily.  Barbie then gave a quick and effective twist to
Stacey's chin while dropping to the mat, forcing the
statuesque brownette down with her.  Barbie landed on her
butt and completely spun Stacey around in the process so
that her back landed on the mat with Barbie sitting right
next to her head.  Before Stacey knew what hit her though,
the Doll scooted down towards Stacey's legs and grabbed hold
of them while on her knees.  Stacey thrust her right leg
upward though, forcing Barbie to lose her balance and tumble
over to the side.  But before Stacey could regain her
composure, Barbie got right up onto her feet  and again
reached for her legs.  Barbie grabbed hold of Stacey's right
ankle, but again Stacey lifted and then lunged it forward,
kicking Barbie in the gut and knocking her back against the
ropes.  The Doll was surprised at how strong Stacey's leg
was, and was aware to respect that going forward.  But she
didn't dwell on it, and again got in position before Stacey
could get up.  This time Barbie charged over to the side of
Stacey's right leg, a less dangerous position than before.
She reached down and grabbed a hold of Stacey's leg from
behind her knee,  a less dangerous place than she had
grabbed before.  Again Stacey bucked, but this time Barbie
was out of harm's way, and able to retain her grasp.  She
elevated Stacey's leg, and then twirled herself around so
that she was now standing between the downed wrestler's
limbs, holding her right leg in the air.  She then made
another adjustment while reaching for Stacey's left leg,
before the Pretty Girl was able to defend herself.  Stacey
now had both her legs in Barbie's clutches but not for long,
or so she thought.  She began to kick her legs violently,
but Barbie was a step ahead of her.  Before Stacey could
gather any momentum, the Doll had placed herself in the
perfect position to drop to the mat while applying a figure
four leg lock.  Stacey didn't know what hit her until Barbie
was seated on the mat and Stacey's legs began to ache.
Barbie had done a masterful job of applying the hold, and
now she just had to keep it on long enough to do it's work.
Stacey's long legs were in excruciating pain, but she was
helpless.  She planted her elbows on the mat, lifting her
head up for a look before throwing it back toward the mat
and screaming as the pain became unbearable.  Barbie
meanwhile was not satisfied and worked to insure that Stacey
could not escape, adjusting her body positioning so that she
was in the perfect spot.  After about 30 seconds, Stacey's
screams became louder, and Barbie looked across at her.
"SUBMIT?" Barbie asked calmly.  Stacey raised her head and
looked across with an angry expression, but did not reply.
Barbie then adjusted the hold to tighten it further, and
Stacey's head again dropped backward.  She didn't know how
much more she could take.

What seemed like an eternity passed, and Stacey's screams
began to turn to whimpers.  Barbie gave her another chance.
"SUBMIT?" she asked again, but Stacey just thrashed her head
from side to side in response.  Barbie realized that if she
kept the hold on much longer, Stacey would suffer an injury,
so she released it and dropped the gorgeous legs to the mat,
while Stacey rolled onto her side in agony.  Barbie pushed
herself up onto her feet as the crowd reacted positively,
cheering the successful execution of the  painful hold.
Barbie took her time getting up, but was cognizant not to
take her eye off of Stacey.  She had obviously done her
homework, remembering the effectiveness of Stacey's scissors
and trying to get to her powerful legs early.  She rose to
her feet before calculating her next move.  Stacey meanwhile
was in agony.  Her long legs were screaming, her knees
throbbing.  She rolled onto her other side just as Barbie
reached down to grab her wrist.  But Stacey reacted and
grabbed hold of Barbie's arm as it reached downward,
flipping the smaller woman over her and sending her sailing
across the ring.  Barbie landed on her back, startled by the
quick reactions.  But Stacey was unable to get up quickly,
and Barbie beat her to the punch.  Rising to her feet,
Barbie was a bit dizzy from the quick toss, but she
regrouped and charged over to the still fallen Stacey.  This
time she moved down towards Stacey's legs, but the fallen
Pretty Girl whipped her damaged legs around, knocking Barbie
to the mat again.  This time Stacey made an effort to get
up, and did so at about the same time as the Doll.  Both
girls were now on their feet, though Stacey was a bit shaky
on her aching legs.  Barbie moved cautiously, realizing that
she needed to move quickly to maintain the upper hand, but
aware of her opponent's quickness.  She gradually moved
closer until she was able to reach for Stacey's wrist, but
the long-legged beauty was ready.  As Barbie lunged forward,
Stacey wrapped one arm beneath the Doll's legs and the other
beneath her back, cradling her body between them as she
hoisted her into the air.  The Doll was spread out across
Stacey's arm and began to kick her legs and wave her arms,
but Stacey was unperturbed.  She heaved Barbie Doll's body
up into the air, and then knelt down below her as she waited
for opponent to descend.  Barbie was facing upward and
completely laid out as her body started to fall.  A wide
smile stretched across Stacey's face just an instant before
Barbie Doll's back slammed against her extended knee in a
painful backbreaker.  Barbie groaned as the pain shot
through her body while it collapsed on either side of
Stacey's oiled leg.   The crowd cheered wildly for the
Pretty Girl as she reveled in the sight of her foe's
outstretched body below her.
 
The sudden change of events  seemed to please the crowd,
which was partial to Stacey to begin with.  She smiled as
they cheered her, but the throbbing and aching in her legs
would not go away, and that wiped the smile off of her face
eventually.  Barbie remained draped across her leg for a few
more seconds, but rather than dumping the leopard clad
wrestler to the mat, Stacey reached forward and again cupped
her arms beneath the Doll's shoulders and legs.  Barbie's
body drooped off of Stacey's arms, but the fear in her eyes
was evidence that she knew what she was in for.  Stacey
slowly pushed herself up off of her knee and onto her feet,
cradling Barbie in her arms.  Barbie Doll made an effort to
kick her legs, but the pain in her back prevented her from
putting up much of a fight.  The crowd continued to cheer as
Stacey set herself, and then hastily dropped Barbie's body
downward while dropping to one knee.  Again Barbie's lower
back smacked against Stacey's hard knee, and her light brown
body faltered over Stacey's leg.  Barbie's expression turned
from one of fear to one of anguish as her entire lower back
grew numb.  Stacey again seemed in no rush to push the
grieving woman off of her, instead displaying her wilted
body for several more seconds.  Finally though, Stacey
pushed Barbie off of her, and sent her rolling to the mat in
a crumpled heap.  The Doll rolled onto her side and tried to
arch her back to relieve the pain, but little comfort came
from her efforts.  Stacey placed her other knee on the mat,
and let her butt slump back against her feet as she knelt
upright.  Her legs were still throbbing, but the pain was
gradually diminishing and she took a moment to compose
herself.  She then rose to her feet and received a loud
ovation from the crowd, which she acknowledged with a shy
smile.  She looked down at Barbie as her legs continued to
throb mildly, but felt the satisfaction in knowing that she
had gotten her pay back. 

Barbie, meanwhile was in agony. She lay on her side, trying
desperately to massage her aching back as Stacey walked over
toward her.  Stacey stepped up in front of her, but Barbie
quickly reached forward and grabbed hold of her right ankle,
hoping to discourage any attack Stacey was planning.  But
the statuesque wrestler simply smirked before kicking  her
right leg forward as if Barbie's grip was non-existent.  Her
foot smashed right into Barbie's gut, and caused the aching
Doll to wheeze before curling forward into the fetal
position.  Stacey then reached down and grabbed a handful of
Barbie's thick, curly locks and hauled her up onto her feet.
As soon as Barbie got both feet beneath her however, Stacey
bowed forward, placing her shoulders beneath the Doll's
body.  In one move, she stood upright, lifting the Doll
across her shoulders and hoisting her into the air.
Barbie's golden skin contrasted to Stacey's light pink as
the leopard clad wrestler was laid across Stacey's squared
shoulders.  Stacey wrapped one arm around Barbie's neck and
the other around her legs as she began to parade her foe
around the ring, much to the delight of the cheering throng.
Barbie tried to kick in protest, but it was ineffective as
Stacey had her body under tight wraps.  After parading once
around the ring, Stacey marched back to the center and
unceremoniously dumped the Doll off of her shoulders,
sending her tumbling toward the mat.  Barbie landed in a
heap, her arms falling helplessly at her sides as she was
sprawled out on her back.  Her small chest heaved up and
down and her body glimmered from perspiration as Stacey
stood over her.  Barbie was in trouble, and both she and
Stacey knew it.  But that did nothing but delight Stacey,
and she certainly not about to cut her downed opponent any
slack.

Stacey reached down and grabbed a fistful of Barbie's hair,
again plucking her off of the canvas.  This time she pulled
her up all of the way, allowing the Doll to plant her feet.
Stacey then grabbed hold of Barbie's arm and began to pull
her in a circle.  Stacey remained planted in the center of
the ring, moving her feet so that she could orbit Barbie
Doll around her.  After 2 full revolutions, Stacey let go,
sending the Doll sailing toward the side ropes.  Barbie
bounced off of them and then raced back toward the waiting
Stacey, who had ducked down to submarine her.  But
miraculously, Barbie leapfrogged Stacey and continued
forward, bouncing off of the ropes on the other side of the
ring and charging back before Stacey could set herself.  As
she approached, Barbie used her momentum to leap into the
air, pulling her arm out alongside her body in the process.
The surprised Stacey looked on in shock as Barbie landed a
flying clothesline right to her throat.  Both Stacey and
Barbie Doll plummeted to the mat, Stacey falling backward,
covering her throat while Barbie fell forward.  The Doll was
in a much better position, and was able to break her fall
with her arms while Stacey's back slammed against the mat
and she rolled head over heels before landing face down.
Barbie slowly pushed herself up onto her knees while Stacey
clenched her throat, still laying on her stomach.  The crowd
reacted, but it was unclear whether they were pleased or
not.  They generated a great deal of noise, but it did not
sound like cheers.  Barbie, now kneeling upright, took
several deep breaths before pulling one leg out in front of
her, and then the other.  She got to her feet just as Stacey
rolled onto her side.  The Doll was still in pain, but knew
she needed to fight through it.  She walked over to Stacey,
who was starting to get to her knees, and kicked her back to
the mat.  Then Barbie, wasting no time, reached down and
grabbed a hold of Stacey's left ankle.  She pulled it up
into the air as she stood alongside the downed Pretty Girl
and then planted her own foot into the side of Stacey's
midsection.  Barbie then reached down and grabbed a hold of
Stacey's left wrist, also pulling that into the air.  Barbie
now had a hold of Stacey's arm and leg, with her own foot
wedged into Stacey's side.  She began to pull back, pressing
forward with her foot as she leaned back to gain leverage.
Stacey's body began to fold in half, forming the shape of a
"U" as Barbie continued to stretch her out.  The crowd's
reaction became louder, the cheers becoming more separable
from the boos, but a fair amount of each being voiced.

Stacey's face grew contorted as did the skin on her left
side which began to wrinkle together from her body being
folded, while the skin on the right side of her body was
stretched like rubber.  Stacey began to protest, yelling and
then eventually screaming as Barbie kept stretching her.
After almost 2 full minutes, the Doll finally let go,
dropping Stacey's arm and leg back to the canvas.  But
Barbie wasn't done.  She was moving slowly, her back still
aching, but she was moving with determination.  She reached
down and grabbed a handful of Stacey's hair, which was a
sure sign that she was upset.  Barbie rarely resorted to
grabbing hair, which was by the way a legal tactic, but she
realized that she was in a fight for her life and was
determined to win.  She pulled Stacey up onto her feet and
pulled her into the corner.  Barbie took a deep breath while
still holding Stacey's hair, and then took off toward the
opposite corner of the ring.  She pulled Stacey along by the
hair, the taller girl bent forward as she ran behind Barbie.
Reaching the corner, Barbie stepped to the side while
forcing Stacey's bowed head toward the turnbuckle.  Stacey's
head careened off of the turnbuckle as she stood upright
from the blast, her body turning a half revolution before
stopping.  Stacey was upright, her arms drooped at her
sides, her face blank and expressionless.  Her once healthy
looking skin now looked pale and clammy as she was obviously
disoriented.  But Barbie, starting to receive more cheers
from the partial crowd, again grabbed hold of Stacey's sot
hair and backed into the corner.  Repeating the prior move,
she took of again and slammed Stacey's head down into the
turnbuckle.  Stacey's head ricocheted off of it and she
stood erect, a vacant look on her face before she fell
forward into the corner.  Stacey was now propped up against
the ropes, her arms laying over the top as she sagged down
from the corner.  Barbie, panting from the dash, took just a
second or two to catch her breath however, before resuming
her attack.

She stepped forward and grabbed a handful of Stacey's hair,
pulling her out of the corner.  She pulled her upright and
turned her around to face the opposite side of the ring.
Barbie then let go of Stacey's hair and grabbed her wrist.
Taking a few steps forward, Barbie then slingshot Stacey
forward, sending her running toward the opposite corner.
The force of the push spun Stacey as she ran so that her
back smacked against the turnbuckle and her head snapped
back from the impact.  Her arms plopped over the top rope
and she twitched for a few seconds before settling back into
the corner.  Barbie looked on with satisfaction, then placed
her hands on her knees and took a well deserved breather.
Stacey meanwhile, who took so much pride in her appearance,
was a bit of a mess.  From her greasy, wet skin to her
tousled hair, she looked like she had been in a fight.
Barbie was not much better.  Her hair was also disheveled,
her skin shining from her perspiration and dotted with
bruises.  She curled her back as she remained bent forward,
catching her breath.  The action stopped for a little while,
as both battlers regrouped, or tried to.  Finally Barbie
stood upright and began to make her way across the ring.
She had still not won the entire crowd over, but seemed to
have picked up some new fans who were cheering her on.  She
looked into Stacey's eyes, or tried to, but the long legged
beauty's head was bowed in front of her.  Barbie gave a sigh
of relief as she approached, realizing that her opponent was
out of it.  But to her surprise, as she reached the corner,
Stacey thrust her legs into the air and instantly wrapped
them around the Doll's head.  Barbie raised her hands to try
and pull them off of her, but Stacey had clamped them
together around Barbie's neck.  The two struggled for a few
seconds before Stacey pushed herself out of the corner,
sending her body tumbling to the mat.  Barbie, unwittingly
tumbled down with her, her head slamming into the canvas as
they fell.  Stacey landed on her butt, her long, sensuous
legs still wrapped tightly around  the Doll's neck.  Stacey
began to squeeze, but realized that Barbie was turned on her
side in such a way that the scissors were not as effective
as they could be.  She tried to adjust her position, but
Barbie resisted, still trapped but not choked.

The struggle for position continued for a bit longer until
Stacey realized that she needed to do something.  She was
still a bit fuzzy headed, but she knew what she had to do.
She eased her grip, which allowed Barbie a chance to try and
free herself.  Barbie slipped her head out from between
Stacey's legs, and then tried to scoot away.  She got to her
hands and knees, but that was just what Stacey was planning
she would do.  Moving like a cat, Stacey raised her legs and
immediately wrapped them around Barbie's waist, locking her
shapely gams around the Doll's midsection.  Stacey then
began to squeeze.  This is exactly what Barbie had feared.
Though Stacey was considerably weakened, she had the Doll
trapped in a body scissors, and Stacey was a master of this
hold.  She positioned her legs so that the inside of her
knees were pressing tightly against the soft spot on
Barbie's stomach, just below her ribcage.  Barbie's face
grew red, as much from fear as from the hold.  But as Stacey
got herself in a comfortable position, the strain on
Barbie's body increased.  The redness in Barbie's face soon
was completely attributed to the tightness of the scissors,
and Stacey was just beginning.  She propped her upper body
off of the mat with her arms, so that she could get more
leverage with her legs, and Barbie felt the pressure
increase with each passing second.  Stacey grimaced as she
squeezed with all of her might, the pressure becoming too
much for Barbie.  "They used to call  this the Curvaceous
Crush" she informed the trapped Doll, who understood why.
The redness in her face began to disappear, replaced instead
with a pale, sickly whiteness.  Barbie felt as if her guts
were going to pop right out of her body it was being
squeezed so tight.  The crowd cheered more loudly with each
passing second.  The devastating scissors were now in place
for over a minute, and Stacey showed no signs of weakening.
Barbie tried to hang on, but the pain was becoming
unbearable.  Another minute passed, and Barbie began to feel
light-headed.  She hung on for another minute, but realizing
that Stacey was getting no weaker, and her head felt as if
it were about to pop off of her body like a champagne cork,
Barbie waved her arms wildly.  The side judge stood up and
looked over at her, but did not ring the bell.  He ran over
as close as she could get to Barbie and yelled, "Do you
submit?"  Barbie continued waving her arms, and opened her
mouth to speak, but no words would come out.  She felt the
life escaping from her body when she shook her head up and
down, clearly indicating yes.  He acknowledged her request,
and ran back over to the bell, ringing it wildly.  Stacey
raised her arms in the air, and after another few seconds,
finally released her grip.

Stacey pulled her long legs out from beneath the Doll, and
rolled onto her side before pushing herself onto her feet.
She walked to the center of the ring where she met by the
announcer, who raised her hands over her head.  Stacey was a
bit worse fro wear, but she felt like a beauty queen as she
thrust both hands over her head in victory.  Her sleek body
shimmered, matching the sparkle of her bikini as she
celebrated in the center of the ring before exiting.  Barbie
meanwhile had rolled onto her side, clenching her crushed
stomach in her arms.  After a few minutes, she was helped to
her feet, and escorted out of the ring.  The Curvaceous
Crush was re-born, and Barbie was its first victim.