Pretty Girls against the Black Angels
By Wrestling Lady,  http://www.geocities.com/Colosseum/Loge/5319


With the new and improved wrestling organizations' debut match only two 
weeks away, a flurry of activity was apparent at the arena.  First of 
all the arena itself had been gutted and was in the process of being 
remodeled.  It would include 2,500 new seats, a new sound and lighting 
system as well as various locations for the television cameras.  The 
matches were set for Saturday night, exactly two weeks from today.  The 
"live" event would begin promptly at 7:00 PM and include three bouts, 
which would be televised that same night at midnight.  This would give 
the producers the opportunity to edit the show and have it fit into it's 
one hour time slot.  The show would begin with the Tag Team championship 
match featuring the Pretty Girls against the Black Angels for the vacant 
Tag Team Title.  The second match would pit ToniAnn against Sunshine, 
and the headliner, concluding the night's festivities would be the 
Championship Match featuring Maggie defending her title against Marisa.  

On this day, all of the wrestlers competing on the debut card were 
called into the arena, though their appointments were scattered 
throughout the day to insure that they would not conflict.  That would 
also avoid any unnecessary and inevitable confrontations. The business 
at hand was to have the women sign their new contracts, learn about 
their compensation and finally be measured for their custom made 
outfits.  

The first appointment was Fire's, and she showed up right on time.  As 
she entered the arena, she was amazed at the condition of the place.  
All of the seats had been ripped out and dozens of workmen were busily 
remodeling.  The first step was to meet with the new President of the 
league, so she walked into his office and was presented with her new 
contract.  She was also informed that her pay for the match would be 
$1,000.  Fire was blown away by the amount since the most she had ever 
made for a match was $500, and that was only on one occasion in her 
entire career.  Needless to say, she was happy. 

Next she met with the costume designer, an older Italian woman,  who 
took her height, weight and measurements.  "Okay, 5'5" tall and 115 
pounds" declared the designer in broken English as Fire stepped off of 
the scale.  "Now let's a take you measurements.  Okay that's 
32.....25.....37.  Hmmmmm" mumbled the designer as she scratched her 
chin.  "We've gotta to do something about these thighs" she muttered as 
she slapped the back of Fire's leg.  "These little breasts....I can help 
you with those, but these thighs....."  She stopped slapping Fire's 
thighs and stepped away, still rubbing her chin.  Fire smirked angrily 
at the woman before gathering her things and heading out the door in a 
huff. 

Next in was her partner Helen, who was told she would be paid $1,5000 
for the match.  Though Helen was also happy with the figure, she showed 
no emotion, in typical Helen fashion.  She then went to see the 
designer.  "Okay Helen" she started, "you are 5'8" and are 135 pounds.  
Now let's take you measurements."  As the designer wrapped her tape 
around Helen's bust, she smiled and nodded.  "38.....lovely.  Full, 
firm, very nice.  Okay you waist, 24 and you hips.....35.  You have a 
beautiful body young lady.  But you gotta to do something about this 
hair on your tummy.  Maybe you can wax it, no?" she suggested.  Helen 
glared back at her.  "You just make the costumes old lady and don't 
worry about anything else" Helen shot back as she stepped down from the 
platform.  The designer was taken aback as Helen gathered her belongings 
and stormed out of the arena. 

Next up was the Pretty Girls, who unlike the Black Angels, arrived 
together.  Stacey went first, was presented with her contract and told 
she would be paid $1,500 for the match.  The cute wrestler smiled and 
thanked him before moving along to be measured.  "Stacey, nice a to meet 
you" greeted the designer.  "Okay, 5'8" and 140 pounds.  Chest, 34 ..... 
waist...25 and hips...37.  Not too bad" she concluded, "but look at 
these legs!  Beautiful, long, shapely.  We've gotta to do something to 
show them off!  Maybe we can show your legs and that will take the 
attention from the less flattering parts, eh? " she concluded before 
thanking Stacey for coming in.  Stacey seemed a bit annoyed by the last 
comment, less flattering parts?  But she ignored it as she walked out. 

Meanwhile, Heather was meeting with the President.  She received a very 
warm welcome, much more enthusiastic than the others had gotten.  
"Heather, we have big plans for you!" he began.  "A beautiful and 
talented woman like yourself is just what we need.  We're going to make 
you a star!" he informed the gorgeous blonde.  Heather smiled shyly and 
thanked him.  "we're going to pay you $2,000 for this match, but you 
have the chance to do even better if you are successful".  Heather stood 
up and shook his hand confidently, remaining poised and courteous.  

Heather had an air of confidence about her.  She did not seem flattered 
by his remarks or by the amount of money she would be paid, but she did 
still seem grateful.  She was gorgeous and she knew it, but not in an 
obnoxious way.  Moving on, she went to be measured.  "Oh, Miss Heather, 
I've heard a lot about you." the designer said as she walked in.  
"Please step onto the scale."  Heather, like all of the other girls 
before her, had slipped into a bikini for her weigh-in and measurements.  
"Oh my, what a beautiful young woman you are!" exclaimed the designer 
upon examining her.  "5'10" ... bella.  And that's 145 pounds.  Perfect, 
just perfect" the designer continued.  "Okay, now let's take a your 
measurements.  36.....24.....36.  Just as I thought, perfect body, 
faccia bella, and a your  skin and hair!  You got it all!  I'm going to 
make a something nice for you!" she concluded as Heather thanked her 
politely before leaving the room. 

With the business activity for all four participants in the tag team 
match now concluded, they focused on wrestling.  The next Saturday they 
returned, but this time in teams, and were given their new costumes.  
They tried them on, were made over by a beauty consultant and then 
photographed.  The photos would be used for publicity for the match, 
they were told, and no expense was spared to make them appear as 
beautiful as possible.  

The next week went by quickly, and the two tag teams each had trained 
hard for what promised to be the biggest match of their lives.  The 
arena was finished just in time, work completed on Friday night, the 
night before the match.  Finally the day arrived.  

The women were instructed to be at the arena 3 hours in advance of their 
match, which they all complied with.  As Helen and Fire walked into the 
arena together, they were astonished to find a life size cutout of the 
two of them right in the center of the lobby.  Right next to their 
cutout was a similar photo of the Pretty Girls.  Fire stared at the 
picture of her and Helen.  She had never looked so good, she thought to 
herself as she gazed at the picture.  Her hair was perfect, her face 
made up meticulously, and even her body looked flawless in the black 
bikini the designer had made for her and Helen.  And Fire had something 
in this picture she had never really had before, cleavage.  She then 
cast her eyes upon her partner and was blown away.  Helen looked 
incredible, almost like a Goddess.  Though the feelings of physical 
attraction Fire felt for Helen had dwindled in the past couple of days 
due to the whirlwind of activity, they now returned with a vengeance as 
Fire gaped at Helen's life size picture.  

Helen smiled as she noticed Fire staring at her photo, but then snapped 
her out of her daze by walking her back toward the locker rooms. Again 
they were amazed at the condition of the rooms.  Each had a shower 
stall, massage table, ceiling to floor mirrors on one wall, marble 
floors, two dressing tables and two couches.  They were the most well 
appointed dressing rooms either of them had ever seen before.  But 
before they had a chance to admire them, the designer came in with their 
outfits and instructed them to change as quickly as possible. 

Once they were changed, a hair stylist took each of them to another room 
before washing and styling their hair.  Next they were escorted back to 
their dressing room, where a masseuse rubbed Fire down.  "I'm going to 
apply some special skin cream to help even out your skin tone" she said 
as she massaged  Fire's entire body.  Next she did the same to Helen 
though applying a lighter, less tinted cream to her body.  Once 
completed, a make-up artist came in and began to fix their faces.  He 
worked on Fire first, taking more than a half hour to get it right.  He 
then moved to Helen and spent about 15 minutes or so on her.  

By the time everything was completed, the Black Angels looked the best 
they ever had.  They wore matching black bikinis, cut high on the thigh 
but low on their tummies.  This helped to lengthen their legs while 
showcasing their flat stomachs.  Helen's stomach however still possessed 
the thin line of black hair, which the photographer had airbrushed out 
for the picture, defiantly refusing treatment for it.  But nonetheless, 
she looked incredible.  Her thick black hair shined and her face, 
modestly made-up, had a glow to it which had never been there before.  
Fire, unable to hide her emotions, fawned over her partner.  "Wow, you 
look great" gushed Fire.  Helen shook her head, but did not smile.  She 
was preparing herself mentally for the match, and would not be 
distracted.         
   
For her own part, Fire looked great too.  Her sallow skin now had a more 
even and healthy sheen to it.  Her short black hair was perfectly coifed 
and even her eyes were done nicely.  She checked herself out in the 
mirror and was happy with what she saw.  Her confidence seemed to be 
restored and her outlook, for the first time in months, seemed positive. 

Meanwhile, next door, the Pretty Girls preparations were moving along 
nicely.  Stacey had stopped in the lobby to stare at the picture of 
herself and Heather, but her partner did not bother to stop.  Stacey was 
standing behind and to the side of Heather in the picture, but it didn't 
seem to bother her.  Her partner was a beauty, and Stacey was well aware 
of the fact that Heather was the one who attracted most of the 
attention.  She had to admit that the picture was amazing and that they 
both looked beautiful, but Heather was the one who was on display.  
Meanwhile, back in the locker room, the organizers took one look at 
Heather and decided that there was no need for her to visit the hair 
stylist, nor did they find it necessary to give her a beauty massage.  
In fact, the make-up artist simply touched a brush across her cheeks to 
provide a hint of color.  That was the only attention she received. 

Stacey on the other hand, got the works.  Once she entered the room, she 
was rushed off to have her frizzy brown hair washed and styled.  They 
did a nice job, softening her look.  Her body was then rubbed down with 
a gentle cream to help remove the oiliness of her skin.  Her legs were 
rubbed down with a different oil which helped to give them a healthy 
sheen and to highlight her strongest visible asset.  She then spent 
almost 40 minutes with the make-up artist to beautify her face.  Though 
it was pretty, her eyes were smallish, her skin a tad oily and a few 
beauty marks detracted from it's appearance.  But her eyes were 
augmented, a large beauty mark on her neck was hidden and her face was 
softened with a light cosmetic.  When they were done, Stacey looked 
gorgeous.  She was a bit puzzled though that Heather did not receive any 
of this attention.  She looked at her partner, who was now wearing her 
custom fit bikini, and then she knew why. 

Heather stood before her, her long blonde hair flowing softly across her 
shoulders.  Her golden yellow skin was flawless and looked incredible in 
the bikini.  The designer had concocted a sort of All American theme for 
the Pretty Girls.  The suits were two piece, made of material colored a 
muted red, white and blue.  Each color covered a third of the suit, a 
cranberry red for the left third, a pure white for the middle and a dark 
blue for the right side.  The design seemed to come from a Tommy 
Hilfiger advertisement, and Heather looked like she belonged in one.  
And once Stacey slipped her suit on, and having received the benefit of 
beauty experts, the Pretty Girls should have been called the Gorgeous 
Girls. 

But as the time approached, Stacey and Heather focused more on the task 
at hand than on their looks.  Stacey began to conjure up her anger with 
Fire.  Several months ago she had a match against Fire in which the 
smaller brunette attacked her before the bell.  Stacey felt humiliated 
afterward, and Heather was there to comfort her.  They agreed that 
together they would eventually get revenge, and tonight would be the 
perfect opportunity.  In fact tonight would be the perfect opportunity 
to do lots of things.  There was the television audience which would be 
watching, a larger live crowd than ever before, and the new owner and 
management team to impress.  The Pretty Girls knew this was their 
opportunity to seize the day, and they agreed together to take full 
advantage of that.  

Finally the time had come.  Both teams were escorted to separate 
entrances and the crowd began to buzz.  Heather and Stacey were each 
given short, white, leather jackets to slip on over their outfits for 
the entrance, while the Black Angels would enter as they were. As each 
stood in front of the door, the buzz from the crowd was much louder than 
it had been before.  Finally, an announcer stepped into the ring as the 
lights were dimmed to an almost  completely darkened level.  The crowd 
came alive as a spotlight was turned on the announcer while they sat in 
darkness. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the inaugural event for our new 
Women's Wrestling Federation!" he exclaimed to wild cheers from the 
capacity crowd of almost 8,000.  "Our first match tonight is for the 
vacant Tag Team Championship!  And now introducing the principles!"  
With that, the spotlight on the announcer faded and a new one 
illuminated in the far right of the arena, on the entrance door.   Loud 
synthesized music began to blare from the speakers scattered around the 
top of the arena as well.   "Weighing in at a combined 250 pounds.  May 
I introduce, Helen and Fire, THE BLACK ANGELS!".     
      
With that the door flew open and the glare of the spotlight temporarily 
blinded the women.  Pulsating music now blared from the speakers, a 
lively, bass dance beat.  Helen made her way forward, walking briskly as 
Fire hurried to catch up.  The two brunettes marched up toward the ring 
as the crowd cheered exuberantly over the deafening music.  Fire waved, 
but Helen stared straight ahead defiantly until they reached the side of 
the ring.  The spotlight followed them the entire way until they climbed 
into the ring.  The music then faded and the announcer began again. 

"And their opponents tonight!" he continued as the spotlight shifted to 
the far left hand corner of the arena and the synthesizer started again.  
"Weighing in at a lovely combined,  285 pounds, It is my pleasure to 
introduce to you, Heather and Stacey, THE PRETTY GIRLS!".  The door flew 
open, the music boomed and the blinding light froze the Pretty Girls for 
a second as well.  But Heather then grabbed Stacey's hand and began to 
trot toward the ring.  Heather seemed to enjoy the revelry and attention 
as she jogged forward, but Stacey was petrified.  Her eyes darted from 
side to side and all around as she panicked.  She was pulled along by 
Heather and finally trotted up next to her, but it was easy to see she 
was panicked.  The crowd gave them a raucous greeting, which didn't help 
Stacey's state of mind.  The spotlight, the blackened arena and the ear 
splitting cheers and music were more than she had prepared herself for, 
and she was in shock.  
  
But as they reached the ring, Stacey began to snap out of it.  The music 
faded and Heather tried to comfort her while also enjoying the moment.  
The lights in the arena slowly filtered back on, and a bright spotlight 
also illuminated directly over the ring.  As the two teams bounced in 
their corners, the announcer went on.  "And the referee for tonight's 
bout will be the lovely Desiree!" he announced to scattered cheers.  
Desiree than called the wrestlers to the center of the ring.  

Helen stared angrily at Desiree as she shouted instructions to the 
girls.  Stacey, meanwhile glared at Fire, regaining her focus while 
Heather listened to the referee.  "Okay ladies, let's have a nice clean 
fight.  No choking, no biting, you know the rest.  If I start to count, 
break your hold.  Only one girl in the ring per team at any time, and 
only after a clean tag. Any questions?"  That seemed to be more a 
formality than a request for inquiries, because Desiree then continued 
immediately.  "Okay, good luck." She concluded as the wrestlers each 
headed back to their corners and Desiree stepped off to the side of the 
ring. 

Before Stacey walked away however, she glared menacingly at Fire, who 
gazed back at her.  "Payback time, bitch" she threatened, to which Fire 
responded by sticking her middle finger up and then turning away.  
Stacey's initial nervousness had obviously subsided, and the 4 wrestlers 
were now ready to go. 

The announcer climbed out of the ring, the lights on the crowd dimmed 
slightly and it was now time to wrestle.  Helen would start for the 
Black Angels and Heather for the Pretty Girls, so Fire and Stacey each 
climbed out onto the ring apron.  The two combatants stared at each 
other, Helen sneering at her opponent while Heather bounced emotionless 
across from her.  The bell than rang, and all of the hoopla was now 
meaningless as the match was underway.     

The new owner had done everything in his power to insure the success of 
the new venture.  The arena was impressive and comfortable for the fans, 
the wrestler's accommodations were glamorous and they looked their best, 
but the only real measure of success was the product itself and whether 
or not it sold.  If the wrestling was good, people would watch, if not, 
well enough said.  As two of his most impressive wrestler's began to 
slowly circle towards each other, the true test was underway. 

Heather moved cautiously but spryly around the ring, eyeing Helen as she 
did.  She looked like a model, but with that certain air of athletic 
prowess to her.  As her outfit depicted, she looked like the All 
American girl with her straight blonde hair, inviting blue eyes and 
sturdy yet sexy body.  Helen on the other hand had the look of an evil 
temptress.  From her black, wavy tresses to her flattering black bikini 
and deep brown eyes, not to mention her imposing chest.  Though both 
stunning, the two were about as different as any two wrestlers in the 
federation. 

Finally Heather made her move, kicking her leg behind her as she rushed 
toward Helen.  The brunette was ready and raised her arms as they 
clutched each other in the center of the ring.  The crowd clamored as 
the two beauties locked horns and struggled for superiority.  Heather 
then made her move and lifted her leg, placing it beside Helen as if to 
prepare to trip her.  Helen compensated and shifted her weight, not 
realizing it had been a decoy.  As Helen glanced down at Heather's leg, 
the blonde grasped the brunette's wrist and twisted her arm behind her 
head in an armbar.  Helen spun around quickly, her arm now wrenched up 
behind her head as the crowd bellowed their approval.  

Helen grunted and squirmed, but Heather had a tight grip and continued 
to apply pressure to her trapped limb.  But Helen grew angry and her 
animal instinct took over.  Unexpectedly she lunged her head backward 
wildly, clipping Heather's nose with the back of her head.  Heather 
groaned and loosened her hold enough for Helen to free herself.  She 
then quickly turned to face Heather who was covering her nose with her 
right hand.  Helen reached out and grabbed a handful of Heather's blonde 
locks, bending her in half  as she pulled her along.          

The brunette displayed an evil grin as she dragged Heather toward the 
ropes, yanking her by the hair.  Helen then turned to face the hunched 
Heather and reached forward over her back, grabbing the waistband on the 
back of her bikini.  She pulled it toward her, smiling viciously as 
Heather wriggled to get free.  "How about a little wedgie, blondie!" 
Helen mumbled as she tugged on Heather's suit.  The blonde was angry 
that Helen seemed to be trying to humiliate her.  Desiree ran over and 
warned Helen.  "Let go Helen!"  but the brunette would not relent, 
tugging Heather's waistband up over her lower back.  Helen was in a 
frenzied state and the potency of her tugging was about to rip the 
bikini right off of Heather's body. 

Desiree began to count, but before she got beyond 2, the quick witted 
Heather charged forward and rammed her shoulder into Helen's gut.  The 
Black Angel groaned and folded in half as Heather, driving with her 
legs, forced Helen to falter backward all the way across the ring until 
her back was pressed against the ropes.   The vicious brunette however 
was not about to quit and joined her fists over her head before slamming 
them down onto Heather's vulnerable back, which was laid open directly 
in front of her.  Heather's knees wobbled a bit, but she then defiantly 
backed up a few inches and again rammed her shoulder into Helen's gut, 
backing her into the ropes. 

Helen folded in half again as Heather backed away and stood in front of 
her.  The crowd was cheering wildly as Heather moved in and wrapped her 
arm around Helen's bowed head, placing her in a front headlock.  Stacey 
was cheering voraciously in her corner as Heather went to work on Helen.  
With a quick jerking twist, she snapped Helen's head to the side in a 
painful move which caused Helen to scream as her neck felt as if it had 
been broken.  But her screams were muffled since her head was trapped 
beneath Heather's arm.  The blonde, feeling no mercy, ran forward with 
Helen still tucked beneath her arm and then plunged toward the mat, 
completing a brutal bulldog.    

Helen's head slammed into the canvas as her body followed.  She was now 
lying face down, her black hair strewn about her head as Heather sat 
next to her.  The Pretty Girl wasted no time however, and immediately 
got to her knees and then stood up.  She moved so that her feet 
straddled Helen's lower back as she faced the brunette's feet.  She then 
leaned  down and grabbed Helen's ankles,  pulling her legs slowly up and 
back.  Helen  lifted her head off of the mat as she began to scream in 
protest, but Heather was undaunted and continued to apply the Boston 
Crab on her. 

The brunette's back began to arch in an agonizing way as Fire looked on 
in horror.  Heather now had her arms wrapped tightly around Helen's 
shins and was continuing to bend her in half like a pretzel.  Fire 
screamed at Heather from outside the ring, which prompted Stacey to 
scream back at Fire.  But through it all, the loudest screams came from 
Helen who was in tortuous pain.       
    
Desiree moved in and knelt down next to Helen.  "Do you submit?" she 
asked.  Helen continued to scream, ignoring the question.  "Submit?" 
Desiree asked again.  Helen stopped screaming and in a trembling voice 
answered, "Fuck you!" to Desiree.  The ref was surprised and angered, 
but kept her composure before backing away, leaving Helen to suffer.  

Fire was now frantic.  She couldn't believe that everything they had 
fought for might come to an end in the next few seconds if Helen 
submitted.  And judging by the painful way her body was bent, it didn't 
seem like she would soon have any choice.  So Fire decided to take 
matters into her own hands and darted beneath the ropes, racing towards 
Heather.  The blonde turned and saw Fire heading her way, as did Stacey 
who screamed to warn her partner.  Desiree also ran at Fire to prevent 
her illegal interruption of the action, but Fire reached Heather before 
Desiree could get to her.  

Heather's arms were locked around Helen's legs so she had to decide 
whether to free Helen in order to defend herself, or take her chances 
with Fire.  Not respecting Fire's talent much, Heather took her chances 
and held the larger Black Angel in the Boston Crab as the smaller one 
charged next to her.  Fire came up alongside her and kicked her in the 
side of her knee, causing Heather to let out a loud groan and lose her 
grip.  Desiree grabbed hold of Fire before she could do any more damage, 
but the worst damage had already been done.  Heather dropped Helen's 
legs and reached down to grab her aching knee.  The crowd jeered and 
booed as Desiree literally carried a kicking and screaming Fire across 
the ring and to the ropes.  

Helen's back throbbed with pain, but she was able to crawl out from 
beneath Heather's legs and scamper away before collapsing.  Desiree 
looked on as Fire climbed beneath the ropes as Stacey screamed at her 
from the other side of the ring. Realizing that the pain in her knee 
would temporarily prevent her from being effective, Heather limped to 
the side of the ring and tagged Stacey.  

The pretty brown haired girl made her way into the ring with a fierce 
look in her eye.  Helen by this point was able to get to her knees and 
was kneeling upright as Stacey approached.  Stacey stood in front of the 
kneeling Helen and reached forward to grab Helen by the hair, but the 
sly brunette wound up and hammered her fist into Stacey's unsuspecting 
tummy.  Stacey lurched forward, but was able to grab Helen's hair anyway 
before gradually straightening up.  The impassioned look in her eye was 
even more intense as she looked down at Helen, but the brunette simply 
launched her fist forward and pounded Stacey's midsection three more 
times.  Stacey doubled over, releasing Helen's hair in the process and 
then wrapping her arms around her battered tummy.  

Helen slowly got to her feet and walked over to Stacey, who was still 
bowed over.  Grabbing her by the hair, she pulled her forward, hauling 
her toward the corner where Fire stood.  She tossed her head toward the 
corner where Fire reached through the ropes and grabbed onto her hair.  
Helen then backed up so that she was standing behind Stacey, and behind 
to stomp her foot into Stacey's butt.  With each kick, Stacey's head 
rammed into the pole in the corner, Fire ensuring that the Pretty Girl 
stayed in position.  Though neither Heather nor the crowd saw the humor 
in the situation, Helen cackled loudly as she pounded Stacey's hind 
quarters.   

Desiree again charged over after Helen had landed several brutal kicks.  
"That's enough Helen" the ref warned threateningly, but Helen launched 
another hard boot into Stacey's behind.  Desiree then grabbed Helen and 
pulled her away, leaving Stacey bowed forward in the corner with Fire 
clutching her by the hair. 

Helen began to push Desiree, and the two almost looked like they might 
start to grapple themselves, but Desiree backed off, realizing she had 
done her job.  Helen again charged forward and as she reached the 
stooped Stacey, Fire released the hold of her hair.  Helen then placed 
her hands on Stacey's hips and leaped up into the air, as if to play 
leap frog.  She spread her legs as she ascended, finally landing square 
in the center of Stacey's lower back.  

The impact of the landing sent Stacey crashing to the mat with Helen 
perched on top of her.  Helen then reached forward and grabbed her hair 
with both hands.  She pulled Stacey's head back, the contorted grimace 
on the Pretty Girl's face evidence of her pain.  Helen pried Stacey's 
pretty head back as far as it would go, her neck stretched as if it were 
made of rubber.  She then propelled it downward,  smashing her face into 
the canvas.  
  
Stacey let out a weak moan as Helen gradually pushed herself off of the 
injured Pretty Girl and slapped Fire's hand.  Fire climbed beneath the 
ropes and into the ring before Helen climbed through on her way out.  
Helen had left Fire with a clear advantage, and Fire was determined to 
inflict even more damage.  Especially in light of the threat before the 
match started. 

She grabbed hold of Stacey's right ankle and dragged her back toward the 
center of the ring.  Heather screamed threats at Fire from her corner, 
but the surly brunette spit at her in reply.  Still holding Stacey's leg 
in the air as she lay on her stomach, Fire pulled it up even more so 
that Stacey's stomach lifted off the mat.  She then launched her foot 
forward and slammed it into her victim's breadbasket before releasing 
her leg.  Stacey's whole body trembled as her leg crashed to the mat.  
She wrapped her arms under her, clutching her wounded midsection as Fire 
taunted the now angry crowd.  

It was obvious the Pretty Girls had won the crowd over, but the Black 
Angels had the advantage in the ring, at least for now, and Fire 
delighted in razzing the crowd on all four sides of the ring.  Stacey 
curled herself into a ball, pulling her knees into her chest as she 
slowly tried to get up. Her head ached, her butt was throbbing, her 
stomach panged with pain and even her hair seemed to hurt.  Fire 
continued to taunt the crowd until Helen yelled across to her to get 
back to work, and the petite brunette did just that.  She marched over 
to Stacey and plucked her off of the mat by the hair.  Stacey was dazed, 
but still had the look of intensity on her face as Fire hoisted her off 
of the canvas.  

Fire tugged Stacey first to her knees, and then to a bowed position.  
But the anger inside of Stacey allowed her to ignore her pain as she 
stood directly in front of enemy.  Reacting quickly,  Stacey thrust her 
arms forward and wrapped them arms around Fire's legs, pushing them 
together.  Stacey was still stooped over, so she locked her arms tightly 
around Fire's thighs, planted her shoulder in Fire's gut and began to 
straighten up, lifting Fire up onto her shoulder.  The crowd delighted 
in the turnaround and cheered Stacey as she pressed Fire up into the air 
on her shoulder.  

Fire now folded in half over Stacey shoulder, her head dropping down 
near the Pretty Girl's back while her legs hung in front of her.  Stacey 
stood upright and moved to the center of the ring to the passionate 
cheers of the crowd.  Fire was slapping her hands against Stacey's back 
and trying to kick her legs, but the determined Pretty Girl had her just 
where she wanted her.  She then began to whirl herself around in a 
circle, giving the trapped Black Angel a ride. Fire's eyes watched as 
the cheering crowd began to whiz before her eyes as the helicopter spin 
gathered momentum.  Stacey kept spinning until the small brunette began 
to get dizzy and then lightheaded..  

Stacey continued for several more revolutions until she eventually 
slowed to stop.  She then pushed Fire's legs over her shoulder, sending 
her hurdling head first to the floor.  Fire was dizzy and disoriented, 
and could not get her bearings.  She knew she was about to hit the mat, 
but she could not focus and protect herself.  As a result, she did not 
raise her arms for protection and her head landed first, bending back 
painfully as the rest of her body followed.  The crowd gasped, seeing 
Fire's head bend backward like that, but Stacey felt no remorse. 

She hated this woman and was eager to inflict as much punishment as she 
could.  Fire meanwhile was out of it.  Her neck felt numb and a burning 
sensation tingled down her spine.  But Stacey kicked her over onto her 
back rudely and then stood over her. She looked down at Fire and sneered 
before stomping her foot into Fire's flat stomach.  Fire groaned and her 
legs lifted off of the mat as Stacey again stomped on her.  

The crowd resumed cheering Stacey, realizing that Fire was not seriously 
hurt.  Stacey stomped into Fire's rubbery stomach once more before 
walking up to the side of Fire's head.  She positioned herself next to 
it and, without warning, dropped to the mat, pulling her leg out in 
front of her in the process.  The back of Stacey's meaty thigh landed 
soundly on Fire's throat as her butt crashed to the mat alongside it.  
All of the force of her landing however was taken by Fire's throat, who 
caused her to immediately raise her hands onto Stacey's leg as the rest 
of her body wriggled in an awkward spasm.  

Stacey set herself so that she was able to slide her other leg beneath 
Fire's head.  She now had her in a headscissors and began to tighten the 
grip.  The crowd roared their approval as Fire kicked her legs and 
slapped her hands against Stacey's thighs.  Stacey put her hands on the 
mat behind her and leaned back for leverage, making the scissors feel 
like a vise around Fire's throat. 

"I call this the Curvaceous Crush, you ugly little mole!" Stacey taunted 
to the choking Fire.   

The brunette began to feel herself getting lightheaded as the 
circulation to her head was being cut off.  The crowd was cheering as 
Stacey's body was now stretched and flexed, and the crowd appreciated 
what they saw.  The most impressive thing however, was Stacey's long 
legs.  She stretched them far away from her body, the only thing 
detracting from their appearance being Fire's head trapped between them.  
The crowd was now frenetic in their cheers, but Fire knew she had to do 
something.  She could not breathe, and Stacey did not care.  Now 
desperate, Fire dug her nails into the top of Stacey's thigh.  Stacey 
began to scream, but would not release the scissors.  Finally though, 
the pain from Fire's nails plunging into her leg became too much to bear 
and she lifted her leg off of Fire's throat.  But Fire did not stop 
burrowing her fingers into Stacey's leg, and the Pretty Girl's screams 
became sickening. Desiree charged over and warned Fire, who rolled onto 
her side, away from Stacey's legs, and finally let go.  She then rolled 
over a few more times until she reached the corner, where she was able 
to lift her arm and tag Helen.  

By now the buxom brunette was fully recovered and hurdled over the top 
rope and into the ring.  She charged over to Stacey, who was still 
massaging her wounded leg, and stomped her foot down into the middle of 
the seated Stacey's back. Stacey tumbled forward as Helen followed right 
behind her.  

Reaching down, Helen grabbed Stacey by the hair and pulled her up off of 
the ground.  Stacey rose reluctantly as Helen got her to a bent forward 
position in front of her.  Helen then moved in front of Stacey, facing 
the hurting Pretty Girl before pressing the inside of her knees against 
the sides of Stacey's head.  Then, reaching forward, she wrapped her 
arms around Stacey's waist and gradually hoisted her upended body into 
the air. 

Stacey's arms fell limply below her and her face turned red as the blood 
rushed to her head.  Helen tauntingly walked closer to the corner where 
Heather was standing and screaming in protest.  The tall, thin Pretty 
Girl's body was completely stretched and inverted, her long legs erect 
and seemingly stretching towards the ceiling.  Helen had her fist 
implanted in Stacey's stomach, just below her ribcage in a painful, 
inverted Heimlich maneuver.  Stacey's expressive eyes showed a look of 
horror as she, and everyone else in the arena pictured what was coming 
next.  Heather looked at Stacey, whose eyes seemed to begging for help, 
and felt a lump in her throat.  She treated Stacey like a little sister, 
and her little sister was about to be dropped on her head.  Helen, 
standing only a few feet away from her, then sneered at Heather before 
dropping Stacey down into the vicious and inevitable PileDriver.  The 
top of Stacey's head rammed into the canvas before dropping her limp 
body toppled to the mat, followed finally by her long legs.  

Heather's face dropped as she watched in horror as her partner tumbled 
over like a fallen tree.  Stacey landed in a heap, her face vacant as 
she rolled onto her side in a clumsy heap.  Heather reached forward, 
stretching her arm as far as she could toward Stacey.  Helen stepped 
back, waiting to see the result as Heather tried feverishly to tag her 
partner.  But Stacey was out of it.  Heather screamed for Stacey to tag 
her, and finally the dazed Pretty Girl was able to lift her arm far 
enough so that her fingertips barely touched Heather's, completing the 
tag.  

Heather was anxious to get her injured partner out of the ring, and 
quickly climbed beneath the ropes.  But Helen was prepared and waiting 
for her.  She wrapped her arm around the head of the gorgeous blonde as 
she crouched between the ropes to enter the ring.  Helen dragged her 
bent body into the ring and then walked her across toward the side where 
Fire stood.  Fire was standing there, still shaken, but recovered. 

Desiree meanwhile had helped Stacey to the side of the ring, slowly to 
her feet and then between the ropes and onto the ring apron.  Though 
needing the assistance of the ropes, she was able to stand up.  
Meanwhile, Helen had tossed Heather back against the ropes and Fire 
grabbed hold of her arms which were stretched out on either side of her.  
Heather was fully exposed, and Helen took advantage of that.  She raised 
her arm behind her and then sent a vicious karate chop into Heather's 
ribs.  She landed three straight chops before Desiree was able to leave 
Stacey and run over to break it up.  

As Desiree arrived, Helen had wound her arm up again to deliver another 
chop, but Desiree reached up to grab it and stop her from delivering the 
blow.  She grabbed Helen's arm at the bicep, catching the sultry 
brunette off guard, but holding her arm in place.  Desiree then yelled 
to Fire, "Let her go!".  Fire obeyed her command and released Heather's 
arms, forcing her to stumble forward toward Helen.  At the same time, 
Helen furiously lunged her arm forward to free it from Desiree's 
clutches and because of the perspiration on Helen's upper arm, Desiree 
lost her grip and Helen's fist flew forward with incredible force and 
landed square in the middle of Heather's face. 

Helen's fist landed right on Heather's nose, and the blonde squealed 
from the impact.  Her nose seemed to disappear into her face for a 
second, and then a small trickle of blood began to dribble out of it.  
Her eyes watered instantly, her face turned bright red and she saw stars 
for a few seconds.  But then the small trickle of blood turned to a 
steady stream,  and Heather was now obviously bleeding from the nose. 

Desiree watched in mental anguish, but knew what she had to do.  She 
ordered Helen to the corner and then remembered the explicit 
instructions she received as part of her training.  "In a singles match, 
if any wrestler starts to bleed, the match must be stopped immediately 
and the bleeding wrestler disqualified.  In a tag team match, the 
bleeding wrestler must immediately tag out to her partner, or the match 
must be stopped and the bleeding wrestler's team disqualified."  Desiree 
did not want to end the match in this way, but she knew how adamant the 
management was about this rule, so she rushed over to Heather.  "You're 
bleeding from your nose.  You've either got to tag out right now, or 
I've got to disqualify you Heather." Desiree told her frantically.  
Heather was trying to wipe away the blood with her hands and looked back 
in horror.   "What do you mean disqualify me?" she asked.  "You're 
bleeding, you've got to get out of the ring or I've got to disqualify 
you" Desiree replied.  Heather looked at her again and then started to 
jog across the ring toward Stacey, still holding her nose. She knew her 
partner was struggling, but it was the only option. 

Helen stood aside in amusement, watching as Heather tagged her partner.  
But as soon as Stacey began to climb into the ring, Helen took off after 
her.  Stacey got one foot into the ring before Helen grabbed her by the 
hair and pulled her the rest of the way in. Meanwhile, one of the 
attendants rushed over and handed Heather a towel to wipe away the 
blood.  But her partner Stacey was now in big trouble inside the ring.  

Helen dragged her to the center of the ring and then again, turned to 
face her.  She pressed her knees against the sides of Stacey's bowed 
head and squeezed them tightly around the trapped Pretty Girl.  The 
crowd was furious and began to boo and jeer frantically, but they all 
knew what was coming.  Helen reached forward and wrapped her arms around 
Stacey's waist, hoisting her into the air.  Stacey's eyes were depleted 
as she hung upside down, suspended off of Helen.  But Helen's eyes, for 
the first time in awhile, had a sparkle to them.  Her delight at what 
was about to come was obvious, which was very unusual for her.  She had 
looked satisfied, crazed or even relieved in the past, but no one ad 
ever seen her look happy.  

 She marched the upended Stacey to each side of the ring, showing off 
her prize.  Stacey's eyes were now depleted, the earlier look of fear 
replaced with despair as her upended body hung off of Helen.  The Black 
Angel turned to face her partner, who smiled back at her.  Surprisingly, 
Helen then smiled and winked at Fire before dropping the helpless Stacey 
down into another frightening PileDriver.  Stacey collapsed, her eyes 
closed as the crowd jumped to their feet to voice their displeasure.  
Heather, watching from the ring apron was in horror.  She tried to climb 
back in, but Desiree stopped her.  Helen placed her hands on her knees 
and took a few deep breaths.  She then kicked Stacey onto her back, the 
fallen Pretty Girl rolling over like a carcass.  Fire meanwhile had 
begun her ascent up to the top rope in the corner of the ring.  

Helen looked over and smiled.  She dragged Stacey by the ankles so that 
she was in the perfect position for Fire to deliver the finishing blow.  
Helen then dropped Stacey's legs and strutted over the corner before 
reaching up and tagging her partner.  

Fire then spread her arms up over her head for dramatic affect before 
launching her body forward into a fully spread swan dive.  Fire 
descended gracefully before plopping down across Stacey's spread 
shoulders, pinning  them to the canvas.  The crowd booed more loudly 
than ever as Desiree reluctantly walked across the ring and slapped a 
ten count on the mat. 

Fire looked down at the degraded Stacey and smirked.  "I call that the 
Fire Crush sweetie!  I hope you liked it!" she said sarcastically before 
pushing herself onto her feet to greet her ecstatic partner.  Fire was 
amazed at Helen's reaction.  Helen was jumping up and down, celebrating 
the victory.  She had known Helen for a long time, but had never seen 
her so happy after a pin. 

Helen wrapped her arms around Fire's waist and hoisted her into the air 
as the two continued to celebrate.  Fire felt a tingle down her spine as 
Helen clutched her tightly around her midsection.  The fact that Helen 
was squeezing her to the point where it felt like a bearhug did not 
bother Fire, in fact it excited her.  Desiree meanwhile stood by 
patiently before raising The Black Angels arms into the air with a smirk 
on her face to signify their triumph.  She then turned to Helen and 
whispered, "You know this win was bullshit, right?"  Helen turned to her 
and smiled wickedly before grabbing her partner's hand and raising it 
over their heads while parading around the ring. 

Meanwhile Heather had scampered into the ring as soon as the match was 
over to check on her partner.  Though her nose had now stopped bleeding, 
blood splatters stained the white, center portion of Heather's suit.  
But that was the least of her worries.  Eventually Stacey became semi-
alert, and the two Pretty Girls sat on the mat as the Black Angels 
celebrated around them.  "That wasn't right." Heather turned calmly to 
say to Desiree, who was still kneeling alongside them.  Desiree shook 
her head in agreement, but there was nothing she could do about it, the 
outcome had been determined.  She then got to her feet to carry out her 
final task for this match, the one she dreaded the most.  

Desiree walked to the side of the ring and grabbed one of the two 
championship belts which were handed to her.  She then walked back 
toward the center and reluctantly placed it around Fire's waist and 
tightened it.  It was a gorgeous bauble, made of silver with a big ruby 
centered around the words, "Tag Team Champion".  Fire became misty, and 
her eyes began to water as a rush of emotion overcame her.  She waved to 
the fans who jeered back in protest of the outcome. 

Desiree then walked to the side again and was handed the other belt.  
She turned and began to walk toward Helen.  The two women had now been 
involved in two matches together, and their disdain for each other was 
apparent.  Nothing annoyed Desiree more than to have to place the belt 
around Helen's waist, but conversely, nothing was more satisfying to 
Helen.  As Desiree approached, Helen raised her arms over her head and 
smiled at the ref, in obvious antagonistic fashion.  Desiree placed the 
belt around her waist, and Helen, in her typical style, could not resist 
the opportunity to harass Desiree one last time.  While Desiree was 
tightening the clasp, Helen turned to her and whispered, "Thanks for 
your help, bitch!"  Desiree's face dropped at the inference, and she 
pulled the clasp as tightly as she could, squashing Helen's midsection.     
   
Helen gulped, but then smiled, realizing she had struck a nerve.  The 
Pretty Girls had already made their way out of the ring as the Black 
Angels turned to face all four sides, their arms extended over their 
heads, their hands clasped in alliance.  The crowd gave them one last 
derisive jeer before Helen and Fire climbed out of the ring and headed 
back toward the locker room. 

Once there, Helen was giddy and playful with her partner.  They joked 
and laughed, for a few minutes until they finally sat down and began to 
change.  Helen turned to Fire and said, "You know this is going to be on 
TV in a couple of hours.  Why don't you come back to my place and we'll 
watch it together.  Fire gasped quietly and her heart began to race.  
She eagerly accepted the invitation, and the two then undressed in 
silence, each smiling widely.