0 comments/ 8208 views/ 5 favorites Jenny's Holiday Income Ch. 01 By: StoneKidman Jenny looked breathtaking in her new wrestling gear. I stood with her backstage as her music was queued up; an instrumental version of Girls, Girls, Girls by Motley Crew-her favorite band. She had made this lavender one piece with a black mesh star that showed off some of the underside of her boobs and stopped above the crotch. It was cut very high on the hip, the front was like a bikini. To match, she had lavender boots with a white star on the side of each boot. She also wore black knee pads, over her flesh toned pantyhose. She would equip elbow pads when she knew she was going to have a rough match-this wasn't one of those times. With her dark hair cascading down her shoulders, with those adorable little ringlets-even though they were crunchy as dead leaves with all the hairspray she puts on-she looked dreamy, even though she's 42 she thought she looked like a haggard old woman; I constantly had to remind her how beautiful she is. Jenny came out to some scattered applause but many people up here in Wilmington didn't know her. I watched from behind the curtain, since I was sort of her manager and had gotten her this booking against a novice. Jenny had been wrestling, off and on, since she was 18, but had to stop for awhile to raise her daughter. When we met, and she told me about her past, I convinced her to get back into it and over the past two years she had been making a small name for herself. Her win/loss record was 12-4 as she's the manager at the local KFC in Rehoboth Beach-before it got turned into the A&W/KFC-she works a lot and doesn't have time to make every event the womens wrestling league for our area holds each month. Her opponent is 22, her name is Dakota and she is the typical hot looking blonde. Jenny's 5'8" around 140 with an soft tummy, thick-ish thighs and an awesome ass. Dakota is 5'7" with a 34 D which are a bit smaller than Jennys but look firmer than my older girlfriend's pair. Dakota came out to a huge pop and lots of wolf whistles, while Jenny had come out first to virtually silence. The blonde, with her hair nearly platinum in color to just above shoulder length, was dressed almost like a hooters waitress, with burnt orange booty shorts and a white halter lycra sparkly top as she blew kisses at the fans and slapped high fives as she made her way out to the ring. I could see Jenny was just sneering at the pretty young thing but waited patiently-though a little reluctantly-for the ref to ring the bell. They came out, I could see Dakota had some nice abs on her but her arms weren't as toned as Jenny's. They circled than locked up in a collar and elbow, Jenny quickly got Dakota into a side headlock with a handful of hair. She turned so the Dakota's back was to the ref, as the crowd was already booing as she flexed; grinding the blonde's skull between her feminine biceps. Jenny shot a closed fist into Dakota's pretty face, while holding her in the headlock, and it stunned the girl enough for Jenny to turn and ram a knee into Dakota's abs. She made a grunt so Jenny grabbed the younger girls slender wrist, to throw her into the ropes but instead yanked in close for another knee lift to the abdomen. This one made Dakota bend over slightly, as a big "woof" of air went out of her. While still holding Dakota's arm, Jenny spun around, giving a painful arm wringer with a wristlock to boot. Dakota grunted in pain, dropping to one knee to alleviate the pain in her shoulder. The crowd was cheering on the blonde; clapping, and of course wolf whistling. Jenny bent Dakota's wrist hard enough to make the blonde scream a little. I saw Jenny's smile widen hearing her opponent's painful cries. A semi-experienced wrestler would roll forward to break the armbar but Dakota just kept trying to reach for the ropes even though she was at least three feet away; nearly in the center of the ring. Jenny picked Dakota up by her blonde hair with one hand while the other still held the girl's wrist. She yanked Dakota forward by the wrist so their shoulders slammed together. It was a classic move I'd seen Razor Ramon do and was impressed she remembered to do something so technical. She did it twice more, burying her shoulder against her opponents before pulling back one more time and whipping Dakota into the nearest corner. Dakota had enough training to know to turn so she landed back first but Jenny was right behind her charging in with a shoulder block to Dakota's stomach that almost folded the girl in half. Jenny pulled Dakota up straight with a handful of her blonde hair and delivered a vicious looking european uppercut; a stiff forearm that rocked the girl's head back against the turnbuckle. She repeated this move once more, the ref telling her to get it out of the corner and begun to count. Jenny got in close and I could see from the angle of where Jenny was in the ring to where I was standing behind the curtain,that my girl gave her opponent a vicious nip twist through her top. Dakota squealed like an old woman who saw a mouse and Jenny threw her across the ring in an irish whip to the other corner. Dakota wasn't completely green; when Jenny came running in behind her the blonde babe stopped herself while running face first and hopped up on the second rope then did a back flip crossbody which slammed Jenny right in the chest. She didn't see it coming until it was too late and took Dakota's weight hard. Dakota went for a pin, hooking Jenny's leg as the ref slid in to count. I clenched my fists together, hoping she'd kick out, a real genius idea I think; like she was just gonna lie there. Fortunately Jenny was able to kick out at two and a half, just barely getting her shoulder up. The crowd all did a collective "Aww" and the match resumed with Dakota reaching down to pick Jenny up by her dark hair when she jammed a thumb in the young girl's eye. Jenny's quick as a rabbit when she needs to be, the ref didn't see a thing only Dakota cursing and turning away, holding her face. The ref gave Jenny a look and my girl just shrugged it off; giving the old "I'm innocent" look. Dakota was over near the ropes, holding her eye, when Jenny came up behind her with a double axe handle to the back. Dakota dropped to her knees, while trying to hold herself up with the ropes. Jenny grabbed a handful of Dakota's blonde hair and pushed her throat across the middle rope, holding her there and choking her. The crowd was alive with boo's now as Dakota's boots kicked on the mat while the ref was almost right up against Jenny's face yellin "Let 'er go! Let 'er go now! I'm warnin' you!" until he began counting to five; threatening to disqualify my woman. Jenny was yelling at him with her knee on the back of Dakota's head, holding her against the ropes. She finally let go and the blonde fell to the mat coughing hoarsely. Jenny argued with the ref a moment or two more before she turned her attention back to Dakota who was slowly getting to her feet. Jenny did a short running knee lift as Dakota was bent over, pulling herself up on the ropes; Jenny made sure her knee pancaked the blonde's titty against her chest. This kinda knocked the breath out of Dakota who shrieked a little and fell to her knees, clutching her boob. Jenny hauled Dakota up by her blonde hair, pulling her by it, running the girl's face into the top turnbuckle. She rammed the younger girl's pretty face three times into the pad. Jenny reared back, as if to slam her face again-holding Dakota by her hair-but spun in a short semi-circle and grabbed Dakota by her booty shorts, effectively giving her a wedgie, and tossed her out of the ring, through the ropes like a bums rush. Dakota went flying onto the mats surrounding the ring, landing with a loud thump as the crowd got to their feet, to cheer her on. "Get up Da-ko-ta," clapping in unison. Jenny slipped out the other side of the ring while the ref began counting. Dakota had crawled over on all fours and was trying to pull herself up with the ring skirt; she looked a little dazed as she moved slowly. Jenny came dashing around the corner, and like Charlie Brown kicking a football, punted Dakota in the ribs. The blonde flew a couple feet across the mats as people in the front row were on their feet booing and giving Jenny a double thumbs down. She looked mad though, not at the crowd but at Dakota. Later she told me she was pissed at how close that rookie came to beating her with one move. This probably helped to justify why, when Dakota was on her back, holding her stomach with both arms, that Jenny hauled her up with two handfuls of her blonde hair and rammed the girl face-first onto the steel guardrail. Dakota fell to her knees again, holding her face. Jenny rolled back under the bottom rope into the ring than back out, to break the count than resumed her beating of Dakota by kicking her in the head; Jenny's boot smashing the blondes head against the steel railing as Dakota leaned against it. She was bleeding a little from the head but I couldn't tell where from way behind the curtain. Jenny hauled Dakota up by her hair, picked her up like for a body slam but dropped the girl crotch first across the guard rail. Dakota's back was to me but I could see on the overhead tv, where they have the scoreboard for basketball games, Dakota had her mouth in a a big "O" shape, while there was a smearing of blood around her hairline. Jenny reached behind and unclasped Dakota's top, exposing her tanline-less boobs for the entire audience. She was in so much pain by having her crotch dropped on the rail she didn't even cover up. She came back to life when Jenny started squeezing the girl's breasts, digging her nails into them as the bitch wailed, flailing on the rail until she lost her balance and fell onto the mat with a thud. Jenny hauled Dakota up by her hair and threw her back into the ring under the bottom rope, following right behind her. Dakota was on her back, rubbing her sore boobs when Jenny grabbed the blonde by both legs. She stomped her boot down on the Dakota's crotch, making the girl almost do a comical situp like a cartoon character, before she flipped her over onto her back and locked in a boston crab. Dakota was crying out in agony but Jenny took time to drag her in short circles around the ring while in the crab, scraping the blonde's bare breasts on the rough mat canvas. She calls this move "Rug burn," and it's usually a setup before she locks in the crab full power, leaning back until the girl is almost bent in the shape of a "C." Dakota followed suit and tapped out once Jenny stopped to bend so far my woman's dark hair was almost covering Dakota's blood-smeared face. The ref rang the bell and raised Jenny's hand as the victor while Dakota lay face down on the mat, sobbing; trying to rub her sore boobs. I gave my girl a hug once she got behind the curtain, congratulating her on a terrific victory. Two minutes later Dakota came back with the ref who had gotten the blonde her top back as she was holding it against her chest; she was hurried over to the medic's table as the announcer got into the ring to introduce the next match was the women's tag team tables match. It was about forty-five minutes later, after Jenny left to hit the showers and change that she came out fuming mad. I asked what was wrong and she said, "Nothing lets just go." Of course, knowing women I hounded her about it and it wasn't until we were nearly in Dover before she told me she only got paid half of what the blonde did. "But you won?" I asked incredulously. Jenny had asked me to book her in a lot of matches because Christmas was coming up and she had wanted to get a lot of stuff for her 2 year old grandson-she dotes on Anthony but he is adorable. She said the promoter only gave her twenty-five bucks while Dakota had gotten $110. I hesitated and she noticed my silence, asking me what's wrong. I pretended I was too focused on driving but she smiled and poked me in the ribs saying, "Talk or else." This usually meant tickling or prick-teasing, both of which she was VERY good at. "I've gotten other offers...," I said, drifting off. She gave me a weird what-are-you-hiding look; I loved her green eyes how they could almost see what was in my head. "The reason you got so little is because they wanted someone to do a squash match with Dakota," I confessed. Now she looked mad but calmed down when I told her I had no clue it would pay THAT little-as the money barely covered gas and tolls. "They wanted somebody to beat up that barbie doll, you just happened to be the warm body to put said beatdown on her," I said very matter-of-factly. She didn't like being deceived but I told her I didn't think she'd want to be on the other end. "There have been offers to have you being the squashing recipient but I didn't think you'd want to take that kind of beating...and I don't think I'd want to see that happen to you either," I spoke softly, showing my honest love for my girlfriend. She leaned in and gave me a big kiss, those green eyes flashing happiness. There were a few beats of silence after she sat back down, I had turned off the radio to talk so I wouldn't have to shout and the quiet rumble of my car's engine hung in the air as I wondered what was going through her head. "I need the money baby," she said plainly and we both knew what had to be done. That's how I had to book my girlfriend, whom I love more than anything, in a series of squash matches that were sure to keep her black and blue until the new year; and possibly even send her to the hospital. But Jenny is so stubborn and strong in spirit I knew there was no convincing her. I went ahead and scheduled her a match in Philly that coming Friday and just hoped she would be able to walk out of the arena in one piece. Jenny's Holiday Income Ch. 02 Ch.2: the giant Jenny arched her back up off the mat after she was just slammed again by Giselle. The 6'7" giantess once again hauled my 42 year old girlfriend up by her long, dark hair. Giselle guerrilla pressed Jenny high in the air, one thick hand wrapped around Jenny's throat and the other digging into her crotch. The giant had light brown hair just above shoulder length which Jenny was able to grab, pulling her tormentors head back sharply. "No hair pullin'," the ref, a short fat Irishman said, appearing out of nowhere to suddenly enforce the rules when it was in her opponent's favor. Giselle was being pushed by Vinnie, the promoter, as the unstoppable giant; a Goldberg-esque flavor of the month in this south Philly women's wrestling league. They were hiring girls to job to The German Giant to hype her up. The best part was they were paying $250 for a ten minute match though so far Jenny only made it two minutes in until now. I covered my mouth in shock when Giselle tossed Jenny over the top rope. She flew into the front row, knocking over several spectators. The giant turned away, raising her fists in the air and roaring like the proverbial ogre she was portraying. Miss Vicky, the blonde bimbo acting as valet/interpreter for Giselle, pulled Jenny over the railing by her dark hair, away from the crowds clutches. She started stomping on Jenny as she lay on the ringside mats while the ref was admonishing Giselle. Before the ref turned around, Miss Vicky picked Jenny up by her hair and ran her back first into the edge of the ring. She rammed a knee between Jenny's open legs then tossed her back into the ring under the bottom rope. Jenny was on her back, one hand holding her crotch, and the other rubbing where her spine made contact with the ring edge, when the giant came over and stood with one boot across Jenny's throat. Giselle held onto the top rope for balance as Jenny looked like she was having a seizure; flopping around under the giantess with her boots kicking on the canvas. The ref started to count and Giselle backed off at four and a half. The ref turned to admonish Giselle and Miss Vicky reached through the ropes to choke Jenny with a steel chain behind his back. "Where'd she get that chain?" I asked incredulously. "It's part of the gimmick," Vinnie said. He was smoking a cigar and wearing a cheap suit like a used car salesman. "After the match Giselle gets worked up so Vicky has to chain her hands to 'control her' to kinda calm her down." "So why is she named Giselle?" I asked. "It's a French name but she's the 'German giant?'" Vinnie shrugged and said, "It rhymes I guess." I was going to explain what alliteration was when I turned back to the ring. The crowd made a loud gasp followed by an even louder slamming noise. I looked up at the overhead basketball scoreboard that showed the replay. Vinnie records the matches so he can sell VHS tapes after the show--that's how long ago this took place by the way; DVDs were so new only rich people had em. Jenny had been pulled to her feet by Giselle and my girl started fighting back for the first time since they locked up. On the replay, Jenny was hammering the giant's stomach with elbows and forearms across her chest--whatever was within her reach--slowly pushing Giselle back with each blow. Finally the giant roared and wrapped both large hands around Jenny's head, lifted her off the mat--Jenny's legs were kicking wildly in the air--she turned and threw Jenny across the entire ring as easily as a baseball. Jenny looked like she'd been hit by a car going sixty miles an hour. "Uh oh ," I heard Nick mumble. When I asked him what's wrong he shook his head. "She made Giselle angry," Nick said in a hushed tone. "Before she was just playing. Now your girl is gonna get hurt." My eyes went wide as Giselle yanked Jenny up by the front of her one piece. One of the straps instantly ripped, causing Jenny to flop to the mat again,and Giselle pulled down the other strap, exposing my girlfriends slightly saggy boobs. She grabbed one in each hand, as Jenny was still too hurt to cover up her tits, and lifted my girlfriend off the mat by her jugs. I could hear my girlfriend screaming "Get her off!" even above the crowd's cheering. The ref made no move towards the giant as her strong hands squeezed harder, crushing Jenny's breasts as easily as an empty beer can. Jenny was futilely trying to pry the giantess's wrists but Giselle pulled Jenny in close and though her back was to me her ear-piercing screech cut above the din. "Bite 'er tits off," a drunken woman in the row nearest the curtain yelled towards the ring as my girls screams echoed in the small arena. Jenny, out of desperation, had been pulling on Giselle's hair and finally had the wherewithal to clap her arms together around the giant's ears. She dropped Jenny, who was in too much pain to roll away, clutching her breasts while kneeling on the mat, to take advantage. Jenny paid for it when Giselle reached down and wrapped her large hand around my girlfriends throat. She lifted Jenny to her feet using a handful of her one piece, sawing it high up in Jenny's crotch, and easily lifted my girl into the air with one arm as though she were a trophy. Giselle turned slowly, pulling on the material so it was digging into my girlfriend's pussy, Jenny later told me it felt like she was being cut in half from her twat up--her words--as she struggled to breathe; grabbing onto Giselle's thick arm for support. Finally the ref started to count and just before five as Jenny coughed and sputtered, the giantess slammed my girlfriend to the mat. Jenny's legs kicked up comically and although she knew how to take a bump she said this hurt so much she thought she was paralyzed since she couldn't feel her legs for a few seconds; with all the air knocked out of her she just kinda lay there gasping like a fish out of water. "ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME!" the crowd was chanting and the giant grinned as she reached down to lift Jenny up by her suit again. She was giving her a nasty front wedgie, really pulling on it so my girl was almost dancing on her tip toes. She roared and wrapped her big right hand around Jenny's throat again--my girl's eyes bugged out--as she was lifted up, held her for what felt like a minute but had to be at least two Mississippi then was brought her crashing down onto the mat again. "Finish her off" Miss Vicky was screaming from ringside, doing the motion where she's cutting her index finger across her throat. The giant got up and the crowd was still yelling, "One more time!" but fortunately whether she took pity on my girl or was just tired, Giselle lifted Jenny's limp body up and propped my girlfriend on her shoulders. It looked like Giselle was going to use my girlfriend for chicken fighting; with Jenny leaning forward slightly as the giant paraded her around, like a child getting a horsey ride, before dropping down, flipping my girl forward, slamming her face first into the mat in the electric chair drop. Jenny said it felt like her tits had gotten squashed by a truck as she was easily done for. The giant rolled my girl onto her back and pushed her big boot on Jenny's face as the ref counted three. I thought she was really hurt when the medical staff came out with a backboard and neck brace to take Jenny out but according to Nick the sleaze, that was all part of the show for Giselle; that she beat her opponents into the hospital, making her more of a juggernaut. After the medic took a look at her and she was cleared to go home, I noticed Jenny didn't even take a shower; just threw a hoodie on over her torn swimsuit and asked me to take her home. I noticed she took a couple pills from a blank prescription bottle she kept in her bag. I knew she took pain meds after rough shows and thought she earned it, so I didn't say anything. Usually wrestling made her horny so I wasn't surprised when she asked if I enjoyed the show. She was leaning against my shoulder as I drove south in the dark--Delaware isn't big so there's not a lot of traffic, usually one highway south then it splits off if you wanted to head to the beach or to Maryland--so I didn't have to concentrate on the road as much. We listened to The Beach, the local radio station; when the commercials came on she turned the volume down and looked up at me while still napping slightly on my shoulder. "Did you enjoy the match?" she asked softly. Without thinking, like usual, I said I really did that it kinda turned me on. I regretted as soon as the words came out and Jenny sat up a little, looking at me crookedly. "What part," she said her eyes narrowing a little at what I thought first was sleep and now looked like curiosity. I hemmed and hawed until she started poking me in the ribs, her way of interrogating that always works. I finally admitted I was aroused watching her get beat. I said --defensively--how I thought the giant had gone too far but it was still hot watching her get stripped in front of everyone and having her tits squeezed. She winced when I said this and told me not to remind her but then slid her hand over to the bulge forming in my jeans. I got a little hard thinking about her match and she traced the outline with her finger, smiling up at me with those dark eyes of hers that seemed to shine as bright as headlights sometimes; often devilshly. "What other part did you like," she asked, smiling while she slowly unzipped my fly. I recounted how it was hot when Miss Vicky was choking her. Jenny fished my half-inflated cock out and stroked me tenderly as she asked me if I enjoyed watching her get beat. I felt guilty when I said I did and asked if she thought I was a jerk. "No baby, if it turns you on it's good," she slowly jacked me to full mast. "I'm glad you enjoy it, maybe my next match will be even worse," she grinned before lowering her head over my lap. I only swerved a little as her warm mouth wrapped around the head. I managed to keep the car in the lines all the way, as Jenny managed to go all the way down herself. After she was done she seemed horny knowing I got excited watching her take an ass whooping so I wouldn't have to worry about feeling guilty. She popped another pill, a Percocet I think, and drifted off as I drove the rest of the way home. Jenny's Holiday Income Ch. 03 Jenny's Holiday Income: The Last Match After to job to a bunch of impossibly tough opponents, I received a call from Jeremy in Pennsylvania; he ran a rather large womens wrestling league out of Pittsburg. It was a little out of our way but since I was Jenny's manager/boyfriend he needed an experienced free agent for a main event. Jeremy and I go way back to when we were teenagers working in ocean city together. He had went back to college and become this big league promoter, taking over for his great uncle who ran it throughout most of Pennsylvania. I had kept in touch the first few months, telling him what a lucky dog he was to work in women's wrestling and how it had been my dream to do so as well. Jeremy told me on the phone that he was really in a jam because his number one contender was injured badly in a car accident on the way to the event. He asked if Jenny could get there by nine, since it was the main event and was scheduled for nine-thirty-ish. He was offering five hundred bucks, Jenny and I both jumped at the chance to not only main event but score a big wad of cash; Jeremy said he would even spot us gas money on top since it was like 6 hours driving time round trip. We rushed through the cold December night, since it was five o'clock already we would get there a little after eight if I hauled ass but the thing was, like out of a movie, once we crossed into PA, it started snowing hard. I had to dodge horse-drawn amish buggies, slow moving snow plows and trucks salting the road. We nearly skidded into a couple of ditches, I had hoped we wouldn't befall the same fate as the other girl she was replacing, but fortunately I avoided the potholes and speed traps, getting there at a quarter till nine. It was taking place at a community center but the parking lot was packed when we got there, however Jeremy left word I was coming in my trademark beatup Honda Civic with the custom vanity Delaware license plate "KIDMAN" so the valet guy just told me to park on this frozen patch of mud and we flew inside. Jeremy's eyes lit up, his scruffy demeanor made him look like a world-weary bar tender but his baby face smile gave him the appearance of a college kid. He nearly hugged us both, thanking Jenny for coming on such short notice and directed her to the dressing room. He said the other matches ended short so we got here with only a few minutes to spare. I handed Jeremy a CD of Jenny's entrance music as my woman ran off with her black duffel bag of clothing and accessories, leaving me to hold her purse-which I did like a gentleman. It usually takes Jenny about an hour to get ready for a match, with all her hair products, the make-up, not to mention warming up-which was vital after that long, frigid car ride that left even me stiff, especially with that bitter winter cold and my heater on the fritz. Jeremy had to run off to help with something but he told me to enjoy the show. I was already backstage, Jeremy ushered us back as though we were VIP's, and the bouncer told him to let me stay so I guess I didn't need a pass or ID. The match in the ring was already wrapping up, a real one-sided beat down of a pair of skinny asian girls getting crushed by two huge black women. The girls were being tossed like lawn darts at each other before they were both whipped into the corner than each gigantic black woman came rushing in to crush the pair against the turnbuckles. After the third wave of crushes, as each woman took a turn running in while the other held them up, one of the skinny Asian girls, who was facing her partner as they were smooshed into the corner, bounced back a couple feet from the impact of the last avalanche, then fell back onto the mat, spread eagle. Her partner then took a wobbly couple of steps out, before her eyes rolled up in her head, and she fell face first; right into her partner's crotch. It wasn't a low blow but both black women laughed as it looked like the girl was eating her partner out. One behemoth picked up the top girl and placed them in a sixty-nine position on the mat, cackling with laughter like immature boys. One of the big women finally planted her ass on the top girl, pinning both beneath her butt as the ref mercifully counted to three. By the time the black women had their fun, carrying each asian girl around like a rag doll, pausing to spank their opponent's ass or holding the girls' face up to the camera while making her suck on one of their big black fingers, they made their way into the backstage area. Jeremy had this pretty impressive setup; a full sized ring and an entrance ramp with several cameramen maneuvering around, getting fan reactions as well as a POV mounted cam just above the ring post closest to the ramp. This was back when DVDs were still kinda new so it was a lot of VHS tape trading but he was broadcast on local stations around PA so he was as big time as it got for serious womens wrestling. After the big black women came through the curtain, each one carrying a beaten asian girl over her shoulder like they were title belts, I noticed a medical gurney was being rolled out. At first I thought it was for the asian wrestlers who probably needed to spend a night in the hospital, but the gurney was wheeled right past them; headed for the ring. I got distracted when the black women threw each girl down on a torn-up looking futon that was against a wall near a table with a carafe of coffee and a tower of styrofoam cups because both winners began stripping the losers. The asian chicks had their one piece swimsuits nearly torn off their nearly unconscious bodies as one black woman was pumping her thick finger in and out of the asian girls pussy. "Shut up, slut," the black woman swore when the girl began moaning. She picked the asian girl up, still with her fingers in the girls cunt, and with one hand around her throat, sort of sat the girl up on the top of the backrest of the futon like it was a ledge. She leaned in and began sucking on the asian girl's nipple as she fingerbanged her until the girl came with a stifled squeal, panting and moaning softly. She pulled her finger out and made the asian girl lick it clean, rolling her tongue obscenely on the fat digit, before she clamped her mouth over the asian girl's lips; it looked like she was trying to eat her face as they french kissed. The other black woman was sitting on the face of the asian girl's partner, completely obscuring her head. The girl's torso was dangling on the floor with her head on the seat of the futon with the black woman's rather large, obese ass planted over it as she almost seem to chant, "Yea lick that pussy! Lick it good!" over and over as though it were a religious hymn. I was so focused on this I hadn't even heard Jenny calling me until she gently cupped my chin, since I was slack jawed from watching this obscene display in front of me. She turned so I was staring in her beautiful blue-green eyes telling me to wish her luck. I wanted to kiss her so badly because she always looked gorgeous before she wrestled. She wore her black one piece swimsuit with mesh along the sides so it showed off most of her side-boob. She had eye liner and lipstick on, not a ton of make-up but it really brought out her natural beauty, but I wasn't allowed to kiss or grope her, even though we both wanted to-I know this to be true for her as much as me-because it would smear as I wasn't gentle with my love. Jenny wore tan pantyhose and black boots with white trim that matched the white piping on her swimsuit. She completed her outfit with black knee pads; total heel package. With her long, curly dark hair it made her look even more menacing; like some sado-masochistic witch. I will always remember the way her hair was as crunchy as a pile of dead twigs from dowsing herself in hairspray. I told her I loved her as her music started up and she gave me an air kiss on the cheek as I wished her good luck. I never say "break a leg" because in this industry it can be interpreted too literally. At first, the crowd seemed indifferent until she began flicking her wrist under her chin and giving them the finger; cheap heat but it worked nonetheless as they began booing and throwing garbage at her. After a break in the music I noticed a very buffed blonde next to me with a mullet; she looked like if Barbie owned a gym but lived in a trailer park. She was introduced as Flexi Lexi and did kinda resemble a female version of Lex Luger. She wasn't like some steroid freak but certainly had a well toned physique. She had streamers wrapped around her feminine biceps and wore a star spangled one piece that was nearly see-through in the front. Lexi also had on the flesh-toned panty hose and white lace-up boots along with american flag print knee and elbow pads. She had fake DD implants so I was sure Jenny was going to aim for those. After exiting through the curtain to a large pop from the crowd, Lexi made a lap around the ring, high fiving nearly everyone-including a cameraman-before she climbed the steps and slipped through the ropes. Lexi went around in the ring, climbing up on each turnbuckle and fist pumping the crowd as the ref stood in front of Jenny, making sure she didn't interfere. After Lexi had the crowd warmed up, she handed the belt to the ref, who held it up as the crowd cheered and chanted "Lex-eee! Lex-eee! Lex-eee!" The ring announcer, some washed up DJ in a Hawaiian shirt with a microphone introduced first Jenny, "hailing from parts unknown" he said, I guess to make her seem more mysterious. She received some boos but only after flipping everyone the bird. He said it was a one fall stretcher match, where, to win, you had to put your opponent on the gurney and wheel her to the top of the ramp. When the announcer dude mentioned "defending the women's world title..," the place just exploded into anarchy and you couldn't even hear him say Lexi's name; like she was the biggest thing since hulk hogan. Finally, after the introductions, the bell rang and the two women circled, Jenny shaking her arm while clenching and unclenching her fists to get out her prematch nerves they sized each other up. The women came together in a clinch and I watched Jenny get muscled back into the corner. Lexi backed off when the ref came to break them up, which was odd since this was kind of a no disqualification match. Jenny looked a little miffed at being so easily pushed around as she came out of the corner. They locked up once more, and again, Lexi seemed to easily walk Jenny back, this time against the ropes, but before the ref could break it up, Lexi pulled back and irish whipped Jenny across the ring. My girl bounced off the other side but caught her momentum and charged, yelling like a warrior heading into battle. And my jaw dropped when Lexi just stood there as Jenny ran into the blonde woman's shoulder. She was trying for a clothesline or something, maybe a shoulder charge, as Lexi barely budged from the impact. Jenny grumbled and picked her own self up off the mat, charging against the ropes on the opposite side, as Lexi turned to face my Jenny she once again seemed to run into the brick wall that was Flexi Lexi as Jenny fell to the mat like after her shoulder ran into Lexi's. Jenny got up, her face almost red with anger, as she ran to the ropes on the north side of the ring, and once again, yelling like a proud little indian warrior, she bounced off the ropes and jumped up, probably to do a crossbody but Lexi caught my Jenny in midair. The crowd, who had applauded after each shoulder block-thing Lexi did, were cheering like it was a hoedown as Lexi paraded around the ring while holding Jenny in front of her like an early christmas present, all wrapped up from santa. Jenny tried kicking her legs and struggling but she seemed unable to stop Lexi who dropped down to do an across-the-knee rib breaker then stood, flipped Jenny up onto her strong shoulders, as if my girlfriend was some little bag of flour, and power slammed her onto the mat. Lexi got up and flexed for the crowd who hooted, whistled and applauded. Jenny rolled out of the ring holding her back and looked almost like she was making her way back up the ramp. Jenny turned to the crowd who was booing her and throwing bags of popcorn and other trash at her. She waved her free hand, the one that wasn't holding her back, at them, calling them white trash and all other cheap heel stuff. Lexi had slid out of the ring and came up behind Jenny. She turned my girl around and clobbered Jenny with a forearm across the jaw that practically spun Jenny like a top. Lexi irish whipped Jenny into the guard rail, where she turned and hit it against her back. She shouted from the pain, and was leaning against the steel barrier when Lexi charged. It was like watching slow motion when Jenny suddenly ducked down and Lexi, who had her arm out for a clothesline, went flying over the guard rail from a backdrop. She sailed through the air like she was on a trapeze. She landed with a thud between the second a third row, people scattered like bowling pins when the big woman crashed like an boeing 747, with a small pile of half-eaten hot dogs and plastic cups of beer spilling on top of her. Jenny pushed the crowd out of the way as she hopped over the barrier, the ref also parting the crowd like the red sea while my girl picked up one of the metal folding chairs that one of the fans were sitting in which had falllen to the ground. I thought she was just going to move it out of the way but she brough it up and smacked it across Lexi's back. Jenny herself was still holding her back, her suit was very open behind to expose her shoulder muscles but I could see the bright red bruise from where she hit the guard rail. Lexi yelled and as Jenny lifted it up to strike again the ref came and grabbed it just as it reached the apex. He pointed a finger at Jenny, reprimanding her a little, but I didn't understand because, to me, it was no holds barred but I guess he was trying to keep some level of decorum. At any rate, Jenny helped Lexi to her feet by her blonde mullet and kinda ran her into the guard rail but also flipped her over the top; sort of a bums rush. The crowd was murmuring and some were trying to get a chant of "LEX-EE! LEX-EE!" going while stomping their feet and clapping. "Shut up!" Jenny yelled, not the most eloquent of retorts but she was paying more attention to her opponent. Jenny had stepped one leg over the railing then the next and got back into the ringside area as the fans went back to pick up their seats and resume watching the match. Lexi was lying on the mats at ringside when Jenny lifted her up to her feet by her blonde hair again and walked Lexi over near the stretcher. My woman positioned herself then did a snap suplex, bringing Lexi up, over and down on the stretcher. She let out a groan as Jenny got up quickly, pulling the wheeled cart towards the ramp as she tried to lace the strap across the blonde's chest with her other hand. This was unsuccessful as Lexi powered out, burying a right fist in Jenny's abdomen. After getting punched in the solar plexus, Jenny bent over which got her close enough for Lexi to rock her with an uppercut while lying on the gurney. Jenny stumbled back from the blow, catching herself on the guardrail as she was bent over, one hand touching her face to see that her opponent had split her lip. With her back to Lexi, she didn't see her opponent get up. She grabbed a handful of Jenny's hair and rammed her face once into the guardrail then, lifting her up by her hair again, ran her head into the top of the metal ring steps. The clang echoed like a gong as the crowd cheered like Lexi had scored a touchdown. She threw Jenny back into the ring under the bottom rope. Lexi walked up the steps and climbed the turnbuckle. With Jenny lying prone on the mat Lexi went for a frog splash but Jenny was able to get her knees up in time as Lexi came crashing down on them, my girl's knees digging into the champ's tummy. The blonde rolled off, holding her ribs as Jenny didn't move, her hands holding her face which was still hurt like hell-she told me later-from getting smacked into the rail and steps. They both took some time before moving, Jenny getting to her feet first and kicked Lexi, who was crawling to the ropes on all fours, in her ribs. The blonde flipped onto her back and Jenny took a step closer, grabbing onto the top rope for leverage as she pressed her boot into Lexi's throat. The crowd was booing again as she tried to remove my girls foot from her windpipe. Jenny pushed down for another ten seconds then lifted her boot to kick Lexi again in her side so she fell out onto the mats at ringside. Jenny seemed a little winded, touching her sweaty forehead; feeling for blood. She slipped between the ropes and made her way to the time keepers table. She grabbed Lexi's title belt and was looking at it as if it were a treasured idol. She carried it in her hands and used it like a whip, cracking it on Lexi's muscular back, making the tall Texan scream out in pain. She repeated this move twice before pausing to mock the crowd, spitting on the belt as they booed and threw plastic cups, spraying Jenny with their remainder of ice, soda and beer. Jenny lifted the belt slowly once more as Lexi had crawled her way up using the guard rail. Right before she was about to crack Lexi on the skull with the gold title belt, the blonde shot her thick forearm up, right into Jenny's crotch. Despite this heel move, the crowd roared with cheers and whistled as Jenny dropped the belt like it was scalding hot as she fell onto the mats, holding her pussy. Lexi slowly got to her feet, a couple teenage fans at ringside patting the champ on her back and shoulders. After receiving the low blow, Jenny lay on the mats, clutching her pussy as Lexi slowly got to her feet. She picked Jenny up by her long dark hair and ran her into the steel ringpost, her head clanging off the metal with a dull gong, similar to a bell being rung. She was picked up off the mats at ringside by her hair again as Lexi lifted Jenny up like she was going to body slam her but instead ran her back-first into the ringpost again. I saw my woman's face twist in agony as Lexi repeated the maneuver before dropping to one knee in a vicious looking back breaker that had Jenny screaming and flopping around; she convulsed as though she were being electrocuted. Lexi continued her punishment as she picked Jenny up by her hair and gave her a vicious looking snap suplex so Jenny's back bounced off the thin ringside mats. She went to repeat this maneuver again but in doing so she stumbled on a cameraman's cord, lost her footing, and turned so Jenny landed with her side colliding with the steel bar of the guard rail, her ribs smacking directly onto them. My girl gurgled out a rather twisted howl as she fell back onto the ringside mats, holding her sides like she had just been shot. Lexi stood and looked a little flustered. She moved over to the time keepers table where her title belt had been laying; she cleared off the ring bell, microphone and walkie talkie-it's how they communicated with the backstage at these small shows. She picked Jenny up, who was still holding her side and could only get to her knees, but that was enough for Lexi to wrap her arms around my girl's waist and pick her up so Jenny's crotch was right in the champs face. Lexi took a couple steps forward and power bombed Jenny through the table. It shattered, not quite a break-away table as the splintered pieces fell on top of Jenny's body. Lexi wheeled the gurney over to where Jenny lay as the crowd cheered, sensing the end was near. She pushed away the debris and pulled Jenny up by her arm as though you would a petulant child and nonchalantly placed her on the stretcher. Lexi seemd to take her time as she casually wheeled Jenny over to the ramp. My woman's arm was hanging over the edge so she was barely able to grab ahold of the guard rail as she went by and with barely any energy managed to hold onto it enough so as Lexi rolled up Jenny could fell off the side. Jenny's Holiday Income Ch. 03 She was still just lieing on the floor by the foot of the ramp, not having enough stamina to get up or anything as Lexi noticed my girl wasn't on the gurney. She helped Jenny up with a handful of her hair and went to irish whip her but instead shot out her strong arm, giving Jenny a lariat that sent my woman back down to the mats. Lexi repeated this same maneuver two more times, picking Jenny up and whipping my woman into the champs strong, tan bicep, before finally dropping an elbow across Jenny's chest. It looked like the tip of her landed directly onto my woman's tit and she let loose a sharp screech of pain. Lexi picked Jenny up by her hair and tossed her under the bottom rope, back into the ring. She climbed the steps as she casually strode into the ring to the applause of her fans. Jenny had been trying to crawl to the ropes when Lexi came at her from behind with a clubbing double axe handle that sent my woman back to her knees. She picked Jenny up and whipped her to the ropes. Lexi had her big arm out, ready for another clothesline, but Jenny managed to duck it, when she bounced off the ropes on the other side she leapt, like for a Lou Thesz presse or something, but Lexi caught her in a bearhug. Jenny's cries were loud enough to hear over the audience as the strong Texan squeezed my woman, whipping her around like a rag doll. Out of nowhere Jenny's screams increased in their intensity as she was crying in pain. This was very unlike her so I was really worried, especially when Lexi dropped her to the mat and posed. Jenny held her side as she continued sobbing. Lexi pulled down the straps of Jenny's swimsuit, exposing my woman's breasts, much to the crowds delight-wolf whistles echoed throughout the hall-and bent down to lock in a full nelson. She picked Jenny up and carried her limp form with Jenny's boots dragging behind her as she went all around the ring, shaking my woman's tits for the audience as she had the full nelson locked in; Jenny's face was covered by her hair but I could tell she was hurt really bad. Then in an incredible feat of strength, Lexi lifted Jenny's high in the air, so my girl's feet didnt' even touch the mat, and slammed her with a vicious looking keister bump. In what had to be her signature move, Lexi signaled to the ring attendants to move the gurney closer to the steps; she picked Jenny up onto her shoulders and climbed the turn buckles. I feared the worst when Lexi did a diving samoan drop from the top onto the gurney on the floor. The crowd got to their feet and chanted "LEX-EE! LEX-EE!" as the pair of them was half hanging off the side of the gurney. Lexi finally sat up as Jenny was curled in a ball, cringing and gasping for breath with sweat pouring off her face and bare tits. She secured my woman with the straps this time and slowly wheeled her up; it looked like the drop did a number on Lexi herself as she seemed to almost limp up the ramp. She finally got to the top pushed Jenny into the back when the bell rang. Lexi came out for her victory lap to high five fans, though she was very winded, as the EMT's and I rushed to check on Jenny. I could see a big bruise forming on her tit where Lexi elbow dropped her earlier but she was mumbling something. "My ribs...my ribs," she kept saying over and over. The EMT's touched them and she thrashed around like he had stuck her with a lit cigarette. While being kept on the same gurney they carried her out to the ambulance in the parking bay and loaded her up. I wanted to ride along but she told me to stay behind and get her money. The EMT's informed me which hospital they were taking her too, afterwards I even followed Lexi herself to the ER since she said she knew where it was. Judging by the bumps she took I thought she might get checked out too but, "Nothin some pills couldn't fix," she told me. They wouldn't let me back to see Jenny since I wasn't family until Lexi herself told them I was her manager-they seemed to know her, but I guess she was a big star there. Jenny was upstairs getting X-rays but the intern treating her, an indian kid, said she had fractured at least one rib, maybe more but they had to wait for the scan to be sure. By the time they brought her down she had been given some pain medicine so she seemed a little loopy. They had to cut off her swimsuit so she was a little upset, as I was a little crushed to see my warrior wearing that thin robe they issued her; she talke but barely raised her voice above a whisper. Lexi pushed aside the curtain and shook Jenny's hand, thanking her for not only filling in but having a great match. She said Jeremy was busy but said he promised to take care of our bill. Lexi communicated that Jenny was welcome back anytime if she wanted but my girl seemed content with her payout. "At least Nathan will have a merry Christmas," Jenny mumbled before falling asleep. She would be out of action for months before she could think about return to wrestling but by then, the videos had spread around and she became something of a local legend. Jeremy even mailed us a check in February for an extra seven hundred dollars, Jenny's cut from the video sales. He said her match blew him away and helped make his company huge. He wanted to do a rematch but Jenny passed since by June we had setup her own wrestling school and independent league; Jenny's League.