Chapter 1 - Opportunity
The ropes groaned like the raised dead as Lucy's head hung down, sweat dripping off her hair and hitting the white canvas with a little pitter patter that sounded like a drizzle of rain. She could hear the screams of the crowd in her ears, feel the heat from the single bright light that hung overhead, taste the blood, sweat, and tears that sat on the air. Electricity was running down her skin, sending jolts throughout her body like a lightning storm that was slowly growing out of control. Her entire body felt like it was on fire; she was being consumed by the flames. This was what she lived for.
Her body was pulled off the ropes like a sticker being plucked from a sticker book. She tried to cling to them, to resist and fight but her sweaty palms slipped and suddenly she was wrapped in a pair of strong arms that lifted her high into the air.
"Come here bitch! Breaks over!" Lucy followed the commands like a puppet, unable to fight back against the arms that were currently wrapped around her like vines.
Lucy's feet kicked in the open air before suddenly her spine was bent at an obtuse angle which sent streams of pain down her form. She was being crushed, hugged til all the air in her system was gone, squeezed like a piece of putty. Lucy's face began to twist and transform into one of pain while her hands swung around and smacked at her nasty opponent's back.
"P-Put me.. DOWN!" She squealed, her voice a pitch that could crack glass.
Seconds later Lucy was flipped in the air like the blade to a windmill, her head pointing towards the canvas with her hair drifting back and forth against the toneless white. Her nose was pushed into tight material that barely outlined an already wet pussy. She could smell her opponent on the air and it made a small gag form in the back of her throat before suddenly she was dropped to the canvas in one fell swoop. A tombstone piledriver. Her head bounced off the canvas, her eyes flew up into her head and her entire body went as straight as an arrow. She sat there as still as a statue for a moment before completely crumpling. Her legs went over her head and her butt sat stuck in the air, a puny white bikini doing little to stop the flood of pictures that erupted moments later. Her legs were secured to the ground and seconds later she heard the thundering slaps of the ref.
"One!"
"Two!"
"Three!"
It was over almost as quick as it had started. She slowly unrolled, resting on the canvas with her hot breath hitting the chilly air like dragons fire. Her head slowly lolled to the side and she observed the 'crowd' if you could even call it that.
A few bar patrons were looking into the rundown ring, mostly horny guys looking to see a girl in a skimpy bikini. The air was silent save for a few cheers and claps from drunkards who quickly turned back to the pretty bartenders and went about their business. It was a far cry from the bright packed arena Lucy had always imagined; the fantasy she had been playing in her head just moments ago. She stared up at the dim single light that swung back and forth over the ring, bright yellow light soaking her body and giving it a shine akin to a freshly fried fish dipped in oil.
Her opponent slipped from the ring and suddenly she was all alone, ignored, listening to the quiet chatter of drunken patrons around her. She sat up slowly, rubbing a hand on the back of her sweat soaked neck. Her ears perked up as a voice behind her broke her from her despondent trance.
"God! It's always such a treat to see you in the ring. I swear, every time you get a little bit better."
Lucy's cheeks began to fill with a hefty amount of blush and she slowly craned her neck, looking over her shoulder at the beautiful vixen who stood just outside the ring. Lucy sat enamored in her beauty for a moment, words stuck in her throat that were begging to come out. Black hair framed a pale face that ended in a point. Lips sat stuck in a small smile while being coated in red lipstick. Her eyes were emeralds, staring into the soul of whoever they focused on. The body supporting that head was as lithe as a cheetah with arms that were coated in tattoos climbing up the forearms. In every sense of the word she was perfect, not a blemish to be seen. Alice, Lucy's girlfriend.
Lucy finally spoke, her voice a mere whisper on the dry air. "It wasn't THAT amazing."
Alice slowly shook her head, dark hair bouncing around her shoulders. "Give yourself more credit will you. It's so much fun to come here, get drunk and then watch you get your butt kicked in the ring."
Lucy rolled her eyes, flipping onto hands and knees before crawling through the ropes and slipping outside the ring with Alice's help.
"I need to go get changed. I don't think Ricky would appreciate me wandering through his parking lot in a bikini." Lucy said looking down at her pale body sheepishly.
"Really? You'd be like a walking advertisement. Come one come all, come see the palest girl on the planet in a bikini." Alice giggled to herself while Lucy huffed and turned on her heels, heading for the locker room at the back of the bar.
Lucy moved carefully, wanting to avoid getting splinters from the wooden floor that was rotting beneath her. The place that she wrestled was no better than a dump, a place where sad people came to get drunk and forget their problems. There wasn't a single soul in this place interested in wrestling matches yet the owner, Ricky, had seen it fit to leave the old ring standing since he couldn't seem to sell it. Lucy was thankful for the old bar, she was living out a dream few people ever got to experience but she couldn't help but feel that something was missing.
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The old locker room was falling apart at the seams. Lucy was greeted by rusted lockers hanging precariously from cracked walls with benches that were so prickly that sitting on them was practically torture. She slowly opened a locker and grabbed out her clothes, slipping into a large fitting sweater that surrounded her like a cloak. She slowly shimmied up black leggings that hugged her thighs like long lost lovers and finally she took one good look in the mirror, trying to discern if she should tie her white hair into a messy bun or let it hang down her shoulders like a cascading waterfall. Her fingers touched her signature pink headband, pushing it back into place before fiddling with the white strands of hair. Sweat billowed down her brow, sticking to her soft white hair and making it clump together in a disheveled mess that her fingers couldn't fix even if they wanted to.
A small sigh erupted from her lips and her head hit the front of the locker with a gentle clang that echoed off the walls. It was everything she had ever wanted yet still it was nothing she had dreamed. A knock behind her pulled her from her stupor as a bartender stood at the door with a look of disgust on her face. The bartenders thought of the wrestlers as no better than strippers and they made it clear in the way they talked and acted.
"Ricky wants to see you." The bartender said, checking her nails as she spoke.
"M-Me? Alright. Tell him I'll be right there." Lucy said back, her eyes instantly looking down to her feet.
"Tell him yourself. I'm not everyone's fucking messenger in this place." When Lucy looked back up the bartender was gone, her nasty words still staining the air.
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"Come in!" Ricky's cheerful voice greeted Lucy as she opened the door and slipped into the managers office. The smell of cigarettes mixed with alcohol burned her nose as she stepped through the door. Ricky's office had always been tawdry, a mix of expensive alcohols and photographs from 'the good ol' days' lined cracked walls with a large oak desk decorating the center. Ricky sat behind the desk in a creaking velvet chair which he rocked back and forth in lazily.
The second Lucy entered the room a small smile peeked over Ricky's tanned features as he pushed himself to his feet. He had the appearance of a greasy car salesman, slicked back black hair with a small pointy mustache mixed with a cheap suit that he typically wore when he was overseeing the bar on business. Despite appearances he had always looked out for Lucy, taking her under his wing as if she were his sister and making sure that bartenders kept their comments to themselves. Lucy was starting to suspect that he kept the wrestling scene alive in his bar just for her and her alone.
"Looking as beautiful as ever Lucy. I peeked in at your match tonight, as always you never fail to amaze." Ricky leaned over the desk, splaying his hands on a mess of papers that sat scattered over the dark oak. Finally Ricky looked to his left and produced a hand as if he was showcasing a product on live TV. "Lucy, please meet Mr. Moreno."
Lucy looked down as if suddenly noticing the stout man who took up one of the spare chairs in the office. His face was a rotund mix of spilling flesh that piled over each other as if he was melting in real time. His eyes were slightly squinted as he observed Lucy with a lustful smirk on his face. His belly piled in front of him, stretching out a fancy suit that was far too small. He slowly turned a cane in his right hand, a quirk he probably exuded when he was thinking. He slowly extended a hand, slender fingers wiggling and causing wrinkling flesh to jiggle.
Lucy cautiously took the hand, giving it one pathetic shake before quickly pulling her hand away. "Nice to meet you."
She knew this type. She had met men like this before. Pigs. This man was a pig. She could smell the cigarette on his breath from a few feet away and she followed his eyes, watching the way that they ate her up as if she was a meal.
The room was silent for a moment, tension filling the air which the fat little pig seemed to enjoy. Ricky cleared his throat, his smile looking strained as he spoke. "Lucy, Mr. Moreno is here because he's starting a new wrestling league in town. He's also looking for women to join and I brought your name up."
Lucy's eyes began to widen like miniature saucers as her fingers clenched and unclenched. Suddenly there was sweat breaking on the back of her neck and her breath felt quick as it exploded from her lips. She slowly shook her head.
"O-Oh no. That's alright. I'm not really anything special. I don't think I'm ready for the big leagues."Lucy rose a hand, twisting a single strand of white hair around her pointer finger.
"Oh contraire my dear. I saw you tonight and I have to say.. I think you're one of the best jobbers this side of the city." Mr Moreno eyed her like she was a piece of fine art that he wanted to add to his collection. Mr. Moreno's voice was muffled by fat yet still had a simplistic, fake sweetness that could only be found in a greasy car salesman; he'd tell you anything you wanted to hear if it meant he could add you to his pocket.
"Lucy. Let's be honest. A person like you deserves better. You're good at what you do. You've clearly got a passion for this type of stuff and.. that passion just isn't being realized here." The room was silent for a moment. "And.. Mr. Moreno is buying the wrestling ring. After tonight you won't be able to wrestle here anymore."
Lucy's breath caught and her cheeks became as red as flame. Her heart pounded against her ribs like a battering ram threatening to bring down a wall. "B-But why? You always said the wrestling ring brought in good business." As soon as the words left Lucy's lips she knew they were a lie, she had seen the crowd tonight.
Ricky looked down, twiddling his thumbs. "The decision is final Lucy."
Lucy tried to be understanding but all she could feel was anger in that moment. She wanted to scream, to punch something, to slam the door and never look back at this place ever again; but she understood. She knew that the wrestling here wasn't some attraction causing people to come from miles around. She knew that Ricky was just keeping the ring because he saw how much Lucy enjoyed it. It was time to move on.
Mr. Moreno slowly cleared his throat, trying his best to ease the tension in the air. "I know you have some... apprehension... about coming to work for me but at the very least we're having try outs at the 7th street boxing gym tomorrow. The reality is you're now out of work and clearly in need. I'd say you don't really have much of a choice."
Those words cut deep. It was true she didn't have much of a choice.
She slowly turned her head, tears wishing their way to the surface of her eyes. She blinked them away and bit her tongue, keeping her anger under wraps for the moment. Finally she turned her head back to Mr. Moreno and stared at him for a good moment, glaring at his greasy, sweat soaked skin.
For the first time Lucy didn't see Mr. Moreno as an enemy but instead an opportunity. She sighed, it was either this or nothing. "Fine. I'll be there."
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The streets of Cedar City were cloaked in darkness as they rushed past, red and blue hues from neon signs lighting the sidewalk while alleyways hid unsavory characters from view. The bar had always been in the bad side of town, a rundown area with cracks in every wall and windows that sported iron bars to deter robberies. Lucy looked on glumly as it all rushed past, this would be her last time coming out to this side of the city.
Alice lightly tapped on the steering wheel, staring forward while throwing a few quizzical glances Lucy's way. "Soo...."
"Yeah?" Lucy didn't even turn her head, her nose nearly pressed up against the window.
Alice sighed, sending a few more taps to the steering wheel. "Is everything alright? You're normally not this sad after a match. Did the other girl say something to you in the locker room? I can always turn around and go give her a piece of my mind."
Lucy was silent for a moment. "N-No it's not that."
The air was still, not a word was said. More buildings rushed past and finally Lucy turned her head away from the window. Tears were beginning to stream down her eyes, soaking her cheeks with a glistening sheen.
Alice almost stopped the car, her mouth going wide as she swerved out of the way of a stray pothole that was decorating the street.
"What happened?! Are you okay? Lucy, look at me. Talk to me sweetheart." The car began to sway left and right across the road as Alice's driving became more erratic.
Through sniffles and snorts Lucy somehow managed words. "I-I'm okay. I'm f-fine. Eyes on the road Alice! You're gonna kill us!"
Another quick correction of the wheel caused Lucy's head to swing to the side. Alice sighed furiously, once again correcting the wheel. "Lucy. Tell me now. What happened in there?"
Lucy finally found her words, clearing her throat and managing a few sniffles. "R-Ricky is selling the ring."
Alice's mouth went wide again and her knuckles turned white as she gripped the wheel. "He what?!"
Lucy finally managed to find her words, telling Alice about the experience she had in Ricky's office. At the end of Lucy's story the car was once again oddly silent, nothing but the sound of skittering wheels and clicking blinkers could be heard.
"So.. Are you going to take this 'Mr. Moreno' up on his offer?" Alice said in a small voice.
"I was thinking about it." Lucy said slowly.
"I'm... not going to stop you. I don't like the sound of this but I also know how much this all means to you. I'll drop you off tomorrow. I want to get a good look at this place and I want to meet this 'Mr. Moreno.'"
Chapter 2 - Training
Whatever doubts Alice had instantly dissolved as she stared up at the pristine structure that towered over her. There wasn't a single crack in the white granite walls as they sailed high into the sky and encapsulated large wall sized windows. A boxing glove was positioned at the top of the building, a vibrant neon sign that animated as if it were throwing a punch into the open air. It was lavish and decadent, a place where she felt strangely out of place. The parking lot was filled to the brim with cars but unfortunately they were just a few minutes late and didn't get a chance to catch even a single one of the other participants entering.
Lucy stood next to Alice, she was shaking like a tree in a windstorm beneath her oversized hoodie. Her teeth were chattering together as if she were freezing but the sun was out that day and all of Cedar City was bathed in it's warmth. Alice slowly turned, a sly smile making her face to obscure that fact that she was nervous as well.
"Soo.. Is that how you're going to be in the ring too? Get a hold of yourself sweetie. You're making ME nervous." Alice reached a hand out, brushing against Lucy's shoulder with tenderness.
Lucy slowly stopped her shivering, breathing in and out at a rapid pace. "I-I'm t-trying. What if t-they laugh a-at me? W-What if I didn't come in t-the right a-attire?"
Alice let out a soothing giggle, grabbing the door and yanking it open as if she was trying to rip it off. She turned her head towards Lucy and gave her another small smile. "No matter what happens, I'll be here okay? You'll be perfectly fine. If anyone makes fun of you I'll drag them to the ring myself."
For the first time that particular day Lucy managed a small smile filled with anxiousness and slowly she strode through the door, taking the lead.
Lucy stopped just short of the entrance though, a look of amazement coating her features as she strained her eyes to try and take everything in at once. Alice bumped into her back with a slightly surprised huff
"Hey! Move i-" Her voice stopped short as her mouth too fell in amazement.
The inside of the gym made the outside look paltry in comparison. Everywhere they looked there were rows of fancy gym equipment that would cost a whole months salary just to purchase. They looked up and saw a second floor that overlooked the first, girls were looking over the edge, giving them small smiles and a few waves combined with some snake-ish grins from some of the more rough looking girls.
Though the gym itself was extravagant, the main attraction was in the center glistening beneath a gaudy chandelier. Red ropes jiggled back and forth as if they were whipping the open air while stainless steel corners glinted under the bright sunlight spilling in from the sunroof. Spotless white canvas sat begging to be used. it was premium wrestling ring, clearly never used.
Alice and Lucy stumbled through a crowd of women who were surrounding the ring, a few passed them dirty looks but for the most part they were ignored as they shouldered their way to the front of the crowd.
"How many do you think there are?" Lucy whispered.
"How many what?" Alice whispered back, her eyebrows raising as she looked around as if trying to find what Lucy was talking about.
"Other wrestlers! How many other wrestlers do you think there are?" Lucy eyed the ring as she spoke, her eyes sparkling softly.
Alice slowly turned her head as if it were on a swivel, looking over the substantial crowd of girls who were all dressed in differing attire. She tried to count, to pick individual heads from the crowd and come up with some number but after a few moments she sighed and gave up.
"I.. I don't know. Sorry Lucy. It's definitely quite a few though." Alice turned her head back straight staring at the ring.
As if on queue static feedback erupted from speakers that were positioned over the ring. The sound of a finger tapping a mic sent bass-y notes through the air before finally a man's voice took the stage and echoed around the room.
"Is this thing on? Oh! Sounds like it is." Suddenly a tall, lean man with slicked back blonde hair and a smile of gold stepped his way through the crowd and stood in front of the ring. He slowly grabbed onto the ropes and hauled himself up onto the apron, turning around and staring at the crowd through deep blue eyes that could've melted any woman's heart. He leaned back on the top rope and slowly brought the mic to his lips.
"Afternoon everyone! I first want to thank you all for accepting Mr. Moreno's invitation, we know it's not easy taking a chance on something like this but we promise that if you make it through today, only fame awaits." His voice was like a firework, every word filled with enthusiasm as if he was just as excited to be here as the crowd was.
"Now, we should probably jump straight into things. We have a lot to do and not a whole lot of time to do it. Names Dell, and if you make it through today I'll be your wrestling coach." He raised his hand a gave a half hearted wave before walking along the edge of the ring. One of his hands rubbed along the frayed top rope.
"Most of you were picked because you were noticed to have some type of wrestling ability, something that could wow a crowd, a spark if you will. We want to take that spark and turn it into a fire. We want to make you stars."
The crowd, which had been silent up to this point, slowly broke into small groups of excited chatter. Dell held up his hand to shush them and then continued onwards with his spiel.
"Today is meant to show us who the gems are in this crowd. I will be upfront, not all of you will make it through this step." Dell's eyes scanned the crowd as he spoke. "Those of you who do make it will find your place among the FFW, Ferocious Female Wrestling."
Suddenly the excited chatter in the crowd began again and this time Dell did nothing to stop it.
"We'll begin in a few moments." Dell then put his back to the crowd and slipped into the ring through the middle and top rope, producing a piece of paper from his pocket and studying it intently.
Alice was normally pretty skeptical about things. She had always believed that when things seemed too good to be true they probably were. However at this point all of her original doubts were completely quelled; Mr. Moreno seemed to have a pretty authentic setup.
Alice eyed Lucy through her peripherals, seeing the nervous girl chomping away on one of her fingernails as small shakes wracked her body at consistent intervals. Alice slowly reached over, flitting a few fingers through Lucy's hair and rolling her nails down her scalp. Lucy instantly reacted by pulling her finger from her mouth and giving a small smile.
"What?" Lucy whispered, turning her head towards Alice.
"It's okay to be nervous. You're going to do great you know. You always do." Lucy blushed at Alice's statement, turning her head back towards the ring. "I'll stick around for whatever happens next but after I'm going to head out okay? You don't need me here. You're going to do just fine on your own."
Lucy's hand slowly rose and grasped Alice's hand as it sat in her hair, she looked at Alice through slightly worried eyes before finally sighing. "Okay. Just.. Stick around for whatever I have to do okay? I really don't want to do this without you."
Alice gave a warm smile and slowly wrapped her fingers tight in Lucy's. "Duh. I don't wanna miss someone kicking your butt in the ring."
Lucy giggled and rolled her eyes, sitting entranced in Alice's gaze before finally the sound of Dell's voice broke her from her spell.
"Alright ladies, let's go on ahead and get started!" Dell slipped back out of the ring and hopped down off the apron, his feet stamping on the ground as he shook out his hair. "So the way this will work is pretty simple. I'll call two randoms names, both ladies will come to the ring and take your places in opposite corners. After that you'll go on ahead and wrestle while our judges hidden in the crowd keep score. If your score is high enough you'll be invited to join FFW. If not well.. It is what it is." He gingerly shrugged as he spoke the words, looking to Lucy and Alice before giving them a charming wink.
Alice slowly looked at Lucy and rose a brow. "Let's just hope you're not called first. Those instructions were pretty vague. We'll just watch and le-"
"LUCY LOCKHART! Please come to the ring Lucy Lockhart." Dell's voice boomed over the speakers, cutting Alice completely off.
Lucy stood as still as a stone, her mouth slightly dropping as she looked around as if trying to find a different Lucy Lockhart. She didn't dare move a muscle, icy fear gripping her whole body and causing her to stand as stagnant as water in a pool.
Dell cleared his throat. "Is there a Lucy Lockhart in the room. Lucy Lockhart if you're in the room please come to the ring."
Lucy shifted in place, beginning to sweat while her cheeks turned as red as flame. She didn't move out of line, distinctly aware of Alice's piercing gaze staring her down. She felt a hand on her back lightly nudging her forward.
"Go on Lucy.. Get up there and wow them." Alice whispered.
"But what if I can't." Lucy nearly began to cry, tears beginning to well within her eyes.
"You will. I've seen you wrestle. You were picked for this for a reason. Don't let fear stop you just before your dream is realized." Alice gave Lucy a light smile and another small nudge.
Alice's words seemed to melt the icy fear gripping Lucy's heart and she gave a small determined nod before stepping forward out of the crowd and into the public view.
Dell gave her a reassuring smile. "Had some trouble finding your way to the ring?" He joked before motioning for her to step into the ring.
Lucy marched forward and threw a hand onto the bottom rope, tugging and pulling at the stretchy wire as it bent to her command and gave her a handhold to help with climbing the ring. Her foot came up and stepped onto the apron before suddenly the sweat on her palm caused her hand to slip away from the bottom rope.
"Ah..AHH!" Lucy squealed as she fell backwards off the ring, nearly tumbling to the ground if Alice wasn't there to save her.
Alice quickly rushed forward, grabbing Lucy into her arms and stopping her just short of falling to the ground in a small heap. "You okay?" Alice said with slight amounts of fear in her voice. She instantly began to look Lucy over through loving eyes as Lucy sat wrapped in her arms with a look of fear covering her entire face. In Lucy's mind this was as bad as things could get.
The entire crowd was silent before suddenly a single, high pitched voice broke the air with a cough followed by a single word. "Losers."
Alice held Lucy tight for a moment before standing her back up and slowly turning around as if she were on a swivel. Alice's eyes were like stone, rage hidden behind her irises as she scanned all the faces in the crowd to try and find who had dared utter those words. Alice didn't care what people called her, but Lucy was another story; no one made fun of Lucy and got away with it.
Finally Alice found a face that was quite openly admitting their crime, a smile stretched over tan features and attached to a pretty blonde who stood tall and confident under the bright lights of the gym. Her blonde hair tumbled down her shoulders like water tumbling down a waterfall. Her cheeks were well defined and ended with a pointy chin while her cherry red lips sat stuck in haughty smile. Her hand was resting on her hip which was attached to a body that could only be described as an hourglass; she had assets and she definitely didn't mind showing them off. If Alice was water than this girl was oil, her exact opposite in human form.
"What was that?" Alice uttered, her eyes narrowing as she marched forward and shoved through the crowd.
"I think you heard me sweetheart. Do you really want me to repeat myself." The blonde tilted her head to the side, a nasty smile stretching from ear to ear.
Alice and the girl were suddenly face to face and body to body with their breasts pressed together between them like pancakes being squished. Alice looked down her nose at the prissy blonde, a scowl imprinted in her features.
"I think the only loser here is you. Maybe you should pipe down and wait your turn." Alice's voice was a threatening whisper but the other girl didn't seem intimidated in the slightest.
"Why? Do you wanna get paired up with me and go toe to toe in the ring?" The girl punctuated the end of her sentence with a haughty laugh.
"Sure. Let's go." Alice didn't stutter, turning on her feet and heading straight for the open ring.
The girl raised a brow and looked back and forth between her friends that stood on her left and right. Finally she shrugged, sporting an arrogant smirk as she followed in Alice's footsteps.
Dell quickly rushed just behind Lucy and opened his arms wide as if he were trying to resemble a brick wall. His face was shrouded in alarm as he tried his best to stand his ground against an Alice who resembled a stampeding rhino. "Girls! Girls. You'll have to wait your turn. If you want to fight now you'll have to take it outside."
Alice slowly raised a brow and looked Dell up and down, tilting her head to the side as if she were mulling over her words for a moment. "Actually Dell, I have a much better idea. How about you get out of my way and I won't plow you over like a steam engine."
Dell stood there flabbergasted for a moment, his mouth fully open and his eyes wide before finally he shook his head and physically reset his body. He opened his mouth to argue but suddenly his phone erupted in his front pocket, buzzing an annoyingly loud cheerful tune. He grabbed his phone and put it to his ear before a small bit of back and forth ensued.
"Mr. Moreno! Sir two girls are down here- ... What do you mean you already see? ... One of them isn't even on the list? ... Yes sir. ... Understood sir." Dell ended the phone call with a sigh, clicking off the phone and putting it back in his front pocket with a small pat to make sure it was secure.
His eyes turned to Alice. "Alright. Name?"
"Alice."
"Alice....? Do you have a last name Alice?"
Alice turned her face to the side, hiding a bit of blush coming over her cheeks. "Alice Winters."
Dell nodded and turned to the next girl in line. "And your name miss?"
"Amelia Stryker." Her fingers flicked through her hair as she spoke, sending it cascading over her shoulder with a smug smile.
Dell brought the mic slowly to his lips. "Sorry about this everyone but it seems we're getting a break in our regularly scheduled programming. Up next we'll be having Amelia Stryker versus Alice Winters. Girls please head to the ring and take up your corners. We'll be starting shortly."
Alice pushed through what remained of the crowd before she stood just in front of the towering ring. Amelia elbowed her in the side as she passed, giggling to herself as she went around the side of the ring and disappeared at the opposite corner.
Lucy stared at Alice with pleading eyes, her hands on her sides with her lips formed into a small pout. Alice approached her slowly as if she was going up against a wolf that was cornered.
"What. Are. You. Doing?" Lucy demanded, gently stomping her foot deep into the mats that surrounded the ring.
"Okay.. Maybe I got a little bit carried away but-"
"A LITTLE carried away? Alice. You're about to have a wrestling match with some random girl from the crowd. That's a bit more than a little carried away."
Alice suddenly began to blush, looking down at her shuffling feet for a moment as she twiddled her thumbs. Only Lucy could make her act like this. Only Lucy could bring her back down to reality.
Lucy softly sighed and shook her head back and forth as a little giggle exploded from her lips. "Stop giving me those puppy eyes. All you did was take my place as the first girl called to the ring." Lucy giggled again, breaking into a small smile. "Besides, I'm actually kind of excited to see you teach this bitch a lesson. Whisper my name in her ear when you win. Something badass like-" Lucy did a voice impression. "'This one's for Lucy' or 'Don't fuck with Lucy'."
Alice looked up, raising a brow and shaking her head. "First. Why did you give me such a deep voice and second. Stop scaring me by making me think you're mad when you're really not! Now, get out of my way, I have a blonde I need to go make scream."
Lucy stepped to the side, whisking her hands down in front of her as if she were a valet welcoming a queen to the ring. Alice giggled and gave her a quick peck on the cheek as she strode past Lucy and grabbed onto the cherry red ropes.
"Wait!" Lucy said, stepping up a bit closer. Her hands came and wrapped tightly around Alice's waist as her pretty eyes matched Alice's gaze.
"Go get her. You got this." Lucy sealed the words with a soft kiss, savoring Alice's succulent taste.
The wires bent under her fingers as she raised a leg and slipped onto the apron. Amelia was already in the ring, staring at her from her corner with an almost bored look on her face.
"Are you and... What was that girl's name again? Loser? I'll just call her loser. Are you and loser all done making out or whatever?"
Alice rolled her eyes, transitioning back to a scowl as she threw a foot into the ring and slid between the middle and top rope, hoping that Amelia would just shut up and wrestle.
Alice's hopes went unanswered though as Amelia continued on her tirade. "Is that really what you're going to wear? Couldn't afford workout clothes? At least my first match in this new league will be an easy one." Amelia's high pitched voice scraped against Alice's ears, causing her to grit her teeth in mild annoyance.
"Do you ever shut up?" Alice asked, throwing her back against the open turnbuckles and feeling the soft leather roll against her black shirt.
Alice looked down, a bit angry that she hadn't dressed for the occasion. Her body was clad in a black T-shirt sporting a skull on the front with ripped up jeans that hugged her legs. She was the polar opposite of Amelia who was sporting a pink sports bra and pink spandex shorts that stretched over her body like a second pair of skin.
Dell silenced them both with the boom of his voice, bringing the mic once again to his lips. "Alright ladies! Our first match of the day. We have Alice Winters versing Amelia Stryker."
Alice was staring daggers at Amelia while Amelia shielded her face with a pompous smirk.
"Alice. Amelia. Feel free to start whenever you're ready. The match ends with either a pin or a submission." Dell waved his hand in the air and then stood next to Lucy in the crowd.
The match started seconds later, Amelia breathing a small sigh and stepping out of her corner as if she were about to dance towards the center. Her hands waved confidently by her sides as she strode across the ring brimming with confidence. Finally, her hands came up and her knees went into a small crouch, her eyes looking like a tiger as her eyes whispered for Alice to come lock up and find out who was stronger.
Alice was much more cautious, slowly stepping away from her corner and padding towards the center. Her hands came up slow, floating just in front of her chest; she was mimicking what Amelia was doing but with much less style and grace.
They circled for what felt like an eternity, Lucy watching through glistening eyes as she hid behind a small smirk. She had never gotten to see Alice wrestle in an official capacity so this was quite the treat.
Lucy was shaken from her excitement as Alice and Amelia threw themselves together like two sumo wrestlers trying to push each other out of the ring. Their hands were clasped tightly together and their breasts were squished down like a couple of pancakes. They were both grunting and griping as they pushed and pulled against each other, trying to prove who the stronger woman was.
Amelia slowly put her forehead against Alice's, whispering sweet nothings that were a secret from the crowd. "What's wrong babycakes? Struggling a little? Here, how about I help you out."
Amelia's knee swung up like an axe and embedded itself in Alice's open stomach, sinking deep into the soft flesh and forcing a glob of spittle to fall from Alice's lips. Alice's eyes went wide and her mouth went wider as she struggled to find air for a moment, gasping like a fish that had fallen out of the water. She slowly bent over, her face resting along Amelia's side as she gasped and groaned while pulling on Amelia's hands to try and free herself.
"C-Cheat.." Alice whimpered, coughing up another spray of spit.
"What was that loser? I couldn't hear you. Here, take a fucking nap in my side, bitch." Amelia's arm came down seconds later, strapping itself around Alice's head and securing her face deep into her squishy side. The soft flesh bore down on Alice's mouth and nose, stretching and grabbing onto her features like a mask. Alice was unable to breath, doing nothing other than sniffing the salty sweetness of Amelia's side. Alice tried to escape, squirming like a worm stuck on a hot sidewalk, her body twisting left and right as she tried desperately to escape. Her hands grasped at Amelia's body, digging into the soft, sweat soaked skin before traversing around her hips and grabbing onto the waistband to her shorts. Alice quickly pulled Amelia's shorts up, grabbing onto anything she possibly could to try and maneuver an escape.
"LET GO OF ME!" Alice whined, her voice going a pitch that Lucy had never heard before.
"Mmh, okay, but only because you asked so nice." Amelia couldn't wipe the shit eating grin off her face, a big smile stretching over every inch of her features.
Amelia's hand came down and smacked against Alice's ass, giving the flesh a simple sting that would send a jolt up Alice's spine. Alice jumped gently, her lips twisting as a small yelp erupted from her throat. The sound caused Amelia to giggle before her fingers found Alice's waistband, giving it a little tug and forcing Alice's jeans deeper into her cheeks. Amelia then grunted softly, lifting Alice up by her waistband. Alice floated off the canvas like a levitating ghost, her feet kicking in the air as she whined and pleaded to be put down. Amelia heard her request and granted it a few seconds later, leaning backwards and rocketing towards the canvas with Alice's head in tow.
Thud.
The sound was dull and disgusting, sending a shiver down Lucy's spine as she watched through wide eyes with an open mouth. A perfectly executed DDT. Alice's body flopped to the canvas like a sack of meat being dropped from a hook. At first she laid uselessly on the canvas but slowly she began to stir, her hands grabbing deep into her jet black hair as she rolled back and forth fervently. She flipped onto her back and finally Lucy could see her face, a mask of pain wrapped over her features as her eyes were clenched closed and her mouth was stuck open with little whines filling the air.
Amelia slowly got to her feet, brushing off her thick thighs as she stood over her opponent with nothing more than a grin on her features. She looked down on Alice, tilting her head ever so slightly. "What's wrong sweetheart? Not having a good day? We're not done you know."
Alice's eyes bulged at the statement, widening slightly in fear and irritation. "L-Let me.. M..mmgh.. L-Let me g-get up."
Amelia shook her head as Alice spoke. "I don't think so. You just lay there and enjoy the ride."
Amelia slowly walked to Alice's legs, grabbing onto the long appendages and moving them around until they were wrapped around her left leg like pythons wrapping around a tree trunk. Amelia then fell to her back, slamming into the canvas like a hammer hitting a nail.
"Oh no." Lucy whispered to herself, seconds later she could hear the screams rise into the air. A figure four leg lock.
Alice was screeching like a banshee, her face turning as red as a tomato as her hands grasped and smacked worthlessly at Amelia's legs. Amelia stared at her with a small smirk settling in on her features, twisting her hips to increase the pressure of the leg lock.
"Come on cutie! Scream for me." Amelia giggled, bending Alice's angle til it was stuck at an obtuse angle. "What's wrong? Wanna tap out already? Don't give up just yet. I'm sure your girlfriend has some very encouraging words for you." Amelia's head suddenly swiveled to where Lucy was standing, her eyes beckoning her closer as a smile sat pretty on her thin lips. "Well loser? Come on. Come talk to your darling Alice. Come describe to her how to break out of this hold."
Lucy looked down at the ground, holding her arm lightly as her cheeks turned red and rosy. "S-Stop it.." She muttered to herself.
"Well? Come over here. If you don't come up to the ring I'll just increase the pressure." Amelia twisted her hips again and Alice's voice reached a new active as she clawed at the canvas with both hands.
Lucy nervously shuffled forward, still staring at the ground to try and avoid Amelia's piercing gaze. She bumped against the edge of the ring before she haphazardly rose her head and looked at Alice's red screeching face.
"Gonna coach her? Come on, cheer for your girlfriend." Amelia said while weaving her hips as though they were a ship on the ocean, every little twist and turn sent shivers down Alice's spine.
"C-Come on.. A-Alice. You can break this hold, I believe it you." Lucy's voice fell flat the second it left her lips.
"Yeah, that's it." Amelia's lips suddenly fell and she twisted over onto her stomach, flipping Alice along with her.
Alice laid on her stomach, raising her head for a second and meeting Lucy's gaze. Her cheeks suddenly turned as red as flame and she quickly looked down at the canvas. Amelia slowly rose like the dead, releasing Alice's legs and sitting on the small of Alice's back, she crushed Alice against the canvas, keeping her pinned under her lithe body. Alice quickly realized what was going to happen and her black manicured nails stabbed deep into the soft and squishy canvas. She tried desperately to free herself by pulling and tugging at the canvas but all of it was completely futile. Seconds later Amelia completed her hold, wrenching Alice's legs back until they formed the letter 'C' over her body.
"G-GET OFFFFFF!" Squealed Alice, grabbing the ropes that hung just in front of her face. She began to desperately pull on them, sending the stretchy wire jiggling back and forth. "REF! REF! R-ROPE BREAK!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.
This wasn't that type of match though. There wouldn't be any ref coming to save the day.
Amelia continued her hold, bending backwards as she twisted Alice's legs in the air. "That feel good? Huh? Come on bitch. Tap out. Tap out and tell me I'm the better woman. You wanted to get in the ring so bad, do you still wanna be in here? Huh? HUH?! What are those ropes doing for you? They doing anything useful?"
Alice pressed her face deep into the canvas, her black hair cascading around her head like water falling from a waterfall. Her muffled screams echoed throughout the gym as girls from all over chattered while watching with wide eyes.
Amelia released one of Alice's legs, letting it flop to the canvas like a piece of cooked spaghetti. She reached her hand back and ran her fingers through Alice's silky hair, traversing the side of her head and gently locking under her chin. Amelia peeled Alice's face off the canvas like a sticker, holding her head just enough to look Lucy in the eyes. The move was excruciating, straining Alice's leg and her neck while forcing her to stare at Lucy through nearly tear filled eyes.
"Get a good look loser, get a good look at your girlfriend right now because the second you and I step in the ring this is going to be you. Got it inscribed in that thick fucking skull of yours? Good." Amelia peered over her shoulder. "Now. Who's the better woman Lucy?"
Lucy was silent, looking down at the ground with redness floating around her cheeks. She couldn't believe her eyes.
"Bzzt. Wrong answer." Amelia cranked Alice's head up and yanked back on her single leg. Alice shot into a sudden frenzy, punching the canvas and kicking her free leg like wild. "A..AGGGHH!"
"Come on Lucy. I don't have all day. Who's the better woman. I'll let her go if you answer me." Amelia was smiling a sweet smile down at Lucy, tilting her head to the left as she wrenched Alice tightly in the nasty hold.
"Y-You are.." Lucy whispered, barely audible except to herself.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you. You'll need to speak up. Alice is screaming quite loud." Amelia punctuated her sentence with a giggle.
"Y-You are!" Lucy said.
"Louder loser." Amelia squeezed Alice's cheeks, making her look like a fish with puckered lips.
"YOU ARE! LET HER GO!" Lucy squealed the words. "Alice just tap! Please just tap out!"
Amelia released Alice in the span of a second, letting her body flutter to the canvas like a feather. "Oh no. She's not done. She's not done until I say so." Amelia slowly got to her feet, stretching her arms high above her head.
Amelia slowly strode around Alice's downed body like a tiger just about to jump on it's prey, she gingerly toed Alice's sides, causing the embarrassed girl to stir against the canvas.
"Well you gonna get up? Huh? Where's all that big talk you were throwing outside the ring? Huh? Come on. Get up. Get up I'm not done with you." Amelia lightly put a foot on Alice's side as she spoke, flipping the girl like a patty being flipped on a grill. Alice laid in a small heap, staring up at the chandelier that swung back and forth above her.
Amelia slowly stalked around Alice's body, standing over her head and staring deep into the crowd as if she were challenging girls to stand against her. She looked down at Alice's splayed out form, staring at the cute little mouth that had been running not too long before. She slowly reached back, grabbing the waistband of her shorts and slowly shimmying them up until they were pressed deep into her bubble butt like cheeks.
"You know.. If you're taking a break, it's only fair I get one too." Her words were punctuated with a little smirk that she threw to the crowd.
Alice slowly raised her hands, shaking them in the air as she gently jostled her head back and forth. "S-Stop." Alice whimpered through bated breath.
Amelia simply ignored her, dropping to her knees and hovering her dough like booty just above Alice's face. The tight pink spandex stretched and wobbled like a living being, begging to have something pressed against it. Alice's nose was millimeters from Amelia's soft tush, the smell of sweat already permeating her nostrils and causing a small shiver to run up her spine. Her pale hands sunk deep into the soft, fleshy cheeks, jiggling them back and forth as she tried pathetically to push Amelia's butt away.
"Does my ass look good in these shorts? Here. How about you take a closer look." Amelia slowly shuffled back, her thick cheeks engulfing Alice's face like a sea of jello.
Alice's nose dug right into the cleft of Amelia's booty, sinking deep into the tight spandex and feeling the sweaty shorts mold around her face like a second set of skin. The smell was nauseating, sending her body into a frenzy as her nails dug deep into the spandex and began pulling and stretching at the soft material. She smacked away on the jiggling flesh, feeling it smack against her face while the pungent scent caused her eyes to roll back into her head.
Amelia began to grind her ass down, twisting her hips back and forth as if she was trying to smack Alice's face with her thick cheeks. Her ass melted down on Alice's face like a fondue, making sure that her nose was nice and deep.
"How's it smell down there? Huh? Does it feel good being my seat? Where's all that trash talk huh? Can you not talk while you're down there?"
Alice tried solemnly shaking her head back and forth, glistening tears running down her cheeks.
"Are you done? Come on.. Tap out. You're fucking done. I'm sitting here staring at you're little girlfriend's face. Honestly you should see the disgusted look she's giving you. I wonder if she's still going to kiss you knowing the taste of my ass is on your tongue."
Lucy was giving Alice no such look, but it didn't matter. Her cheeks were blushed red and she was staring at the floor in utter embarrassment; she could watch no longer.
Alice's hand twitched, rising into the air before falling and smacking gently against the canvas. Tap, tap, tap. The result was thunderous, girls breaking into a frenzy as the bell rung to symbolize the first win of the day. DING DING DING.
Amelia slowly rose and flexed her arms cutely above her head. She kicked a foot up onto the side of Alice's face, pinning her to the canvas for a photo shoot.
Dell lightly pulled Lucy away from the ring, giving her a caring look before he brought the mic to his lips and spoke once again. "Alright alright. That's enough Amelia. I've heard from the judges and..." Dell took an extra second, trying to build suspense but Lucy didn't hold her breath, instead standing with her head pointed towards the ground.
"Welcome both Alice Winters and Amelia Stryker to the FFW. You both put on an amazing display. The judges were extremely impressed with Amelia's technical abilities and Alice's selling abilities."
Lucy's jaw dropped as she stared at Dell. There was no way she had heard him correctly.
"Okay you two, can someone please help Alice from the ring if she needs it. We need to speed things along. This might end up taking a few days." Dell pulled the mic from his lips and looked towards Lucy. "Alright there sweetheart, you're up next. You think you can handle a match?"
Lucy looked towards Alice who was being helped out of the ring by two brutish looking girls. Her head was hanging and her eyes were cast towards the floor. She didn't even glance in Lucy's direction. Lucy opened her mouth to speak but Alice softly shook her head, she wanted to be left alone for a little while.
Lucy sighed and turned to Dell nodding. She didn't have much of a choice. If Alice was in the FFW, then she needed to get in too.
Chapter 3 - Reflection
The water turned gold under the setting sun's light, ripples traversing the surface as ducks rushed back and forth whilst throwing their happy quacks into the air. Lucy and Alice stared unsmiling out at the pond, their ice creams melting in the summers heat and causing little streams of goop to run down the cones over their hands. Their pale skin was covered in purplish bruises that stretched from legs to collarbones and every single movement sent a new tinge of agony down their bodies.
"Jobbers." Whispered Alice, sighing gently into the air. She looked up at a passing cloud wistfully while leaning back against the park bench. "It's bullshit. We were put up against unfair odds."
Lucy didn't say a word, instead staring at her ice cream as if she was a scientist examining a being from a different world. She opened her mouth and took a cautious lick before slowly shaking her head. "At least we got in right?" She grimaced slightly, trying to lean back against the bench and failing as her bruises screamed in agony.
Alice slowly turned to Lucy. "Lucy. I didn't even want to get in in the first place. I definitely didn't want to take an ass to the face just for the pleasure of being called a jobber." Alice slowly shook her head back and forth. "A fucking jobber."
Lucy slowly got up from the bench, tossing her ice cream into the trash can that sat right next to her. She looked down at Alice, holding out her hands. "Get up. This is stupid."
Alice begrudgingly put her hands in Lucy's rising to her feet. "Fuck that hurts."
Lucy grimaced as she pulled. "You get used to it."
The two slowly shambled across the grass like zombies, hand in hand with grim looks strewn across their faces.
They stood over the pond, looking down and staring at their bruised reflections.
"You know. There is one thing I'm thinking of." Lucy said, twirling a finger around a stray strand of white and blue hair.
"What's that?" Alice whispered, watching her reflection dance in the sunlight.
"Amelia's face when we finally rip that smug look off her face." The ghost of a smile grazed past Lucy's face.
Alice snorted, turning her head to the side and staring at Lucy's face as it glimmered in the sunlight. "You know what I'm thinking about?" Alice whispered.
"What's that?" Lucy whispered.
"How much I want to kiss you right now." Alice whispered back, her hands coming up and grazing past Lucy's bruised chin. Slowly she tugged Lucy closer until finally their lips met in the middle.
"Let's go home." Lucy whispered against Alice's lips. "Getting ice cream was a stupid idea."
"I love your stupid ideas." Alice whispered back. "But your right, I could use some ice and a nap."
The two giggled together as they slowly strolled back up the green covered hill, wondering what the next day in the FFW would bring.
