The Price of Fame: Adult Film Legend vs. Hungry Young Rookie Pt 1
By Supporturgoddess
Sometimes dreams come true. Often a man’s dreams are embodied by a living, breathing, flesh-and-blood woman.
In another time and place, another world really, a young man approached the outgoing mail slot at a local post office. With pounding heart and trembling hands, Mikey sent off for his first adult video--if you could call ‘G’-rated-type material featuring bikini-clad models wrestling an “adult” video. When he finally received the old-style VHS tape and played it, he quickly fell in love with one of the performers. Mikey fell for a dark-haired, Goth bad girl named Allison. From the moment Mikey saw her remove her knee-high black robe and reveal her red-bikini-clad body, he was her greatest fan.
Throughout the following years, Mikey collected all of Allison’s videos, including her eleven legendary matches against her arch rival, a pale, strawberry blonde named Claire. Claire played the sweet good girl to Allison’s wild-child bad girl. Tall, strawberry blonde Claire had a much more impressive figure than Allison and was generally considered far more attractive, but not in Mikey’s eyes. Allison lost most of their matches, but Mikey assumed they were posed, faked, and that Allison usually lost because the idea of the sweet girl-next-door beating the bad girl sold tapes. Mikey lived for the matches Allison won, and believed she could easily defeat Claire in a real fight, if only she had the chance.
Years passed. VHS gave way to DVDs and eventually to digital downloads. Allison’s rivalry with Claire was a brief one. Claire’s beauty helped her get minor roles in small films and cable
Television shows. She never reached the “A List”, but she left wrestling to become a “legitimate”
actress. Allison received no such offers. Allison kept on making wrestling videos, but as years passed, the offers dried up. Mikey’s dream girl, Allison, faded into the past and vanished.
In the current time and in a familiar place, Mikey, now Mike, had almost forgotten Allison, until he received word of a female wrestling production being made in his town, a production set to feature the comeback of a legend, Allison. A live audience would be allowed to watch the matches, and an autograph-signing session would be held before the event began. Mike had to be there to finally meet his hero and dream girl, face-to-face!
When Mike arrived at the spacious club where the event was held, he found only a modest crowd in place of the throngs he had expected. Once inside, he saw the performers sitting behind three long tables. Lines of autograph seekers led to each woman. Only two men were in line to meet Allison. When Mike got in line, he heard the men talking to Allison about the way Claire had mopped up the ring with her. Allison barely acknowledged the men. She politely signed pictures of herself taken in younger years, and handed them over. The men left. Finally, Mike stood before his dream girl.
Mike nervously said, “Don’t those guys know those matches were fakes?”
Allison sighed. “Some were, some weren’t. Damn! I may as well have shown up here wearing that bitches’ footprint on my face. That’s how everyone remembers me!”
“That’s not true!” Mike exclaimed. “I know you were better than Claire ever was! You were the best, and you still are!”
One corner of Allison’s mouth tilted up to form her trademark, crooked grin. She looked up
at Mike and said, “Thanks. That means a lot to me.”
Mike backed away with an autographed picture. Allison had looked more through him than at him. He doubted she would remember anything he said, but at least he had said it.
Mike took his seat. The event was to be held in a very shallow pit covered by bright blue tarp. Two loose ropes surrounded the pit. The pit was filled with a shallow layer of some sort of oil. Mike settled back and watched several exciting oil wrestling matches, waiting for the main event he had come for.
Backstage, Allison checked herself in a full-length mirror. She sighed. Where had that cute, spunky hell raiser gone? She silently cursed the passing of time. In some eyes, she was still in or at least near her prime. She was hardly old, but she worked in a business that worshipped youth. She tugged at her black two-piece swimsuit, feeling she was too pudgy in some areas and too thin in others.
Although she had already forgotten some of what Mike said to her, one thin he said rang in her mind. Allison’s eyes narrowed into angry slits. Mike assumed all wrestling matches were faked. If only her one remaining fan knew how real this mach would be! Contrary to Mike’s opinion, Allison was no legend. Her fame came from losing to one. Allison became known as no more than one of Claire’s co-stars. As the years passed, Allison could only get work by taking dives and feigning submissions to rising stars, young girls producers wanted to promote. Their stars grew brighter at Allison’s expense. Allison was happy to help the rookies, but her generosity took a toll. Soon no one wanted to hire an aging loser.
After failed relationships and years of wandering, Allison was almost broke. Desperate, she sought out Carter, a promoter-producer who had always given her a break. She needed a match, any match!
The timing was perfect. Darcy, a tall, pale, redhead, had been hanging around the club where the production was being put together, begging Carter for her shot at fame. Young Darcy was barely more than half Allison’s age, but Darcy was beautiful, talented, and best of all, she bore a resemblance to Allison’s old enemy, Claire. An all-out battle between an aging legend and a young, untrained rookie was the kind of fight Carter could promote. Carter had wanted to have a fixed fight that would end in a double disqualification, but brash, egotistical Darcy refused. She had absolutely no respect for Allison. When they met, it was hate at first sight. Allison’s pride overrode her judgment. Before she knew what was happening, she’d let Darcy goad her into a real fight! The winner would receive a contract for more matches. The loser would lose everything! Allison set her jaw, preparing for an all-or-nothing fight to the finish. Darcy was younger, but Allison had a lifetime of experience. She had countless tricks to use. Most importantly, when Allison looked at Darcy, she saw Claire. Allison walked toward the ring, intent on reclaiming her legend, setting the record straight, and making one hell of a statement!
The women entered the arena and then the oil pit. Red-haired Darcy wore a bright blue bikini that barely held in her huge breasts and youthful curves. Allison wore a revealing black two-piece swimsuit. Even so, newcomer Darcy received five times the whistles Allison got. Allison looked out at the crowd and briefly locked eyes with Mike, but she paid no attention to him. His heart sank, certain she had already forgotten him. He had an idea about how to change that. Before each match, Carter allowed the men in the crowd to bid for the chance to oil up the contestants. Dozens of men waved money in the air, hoping to win the right to work on Darcy. Then it was Allison’s turn. She stood red-faced, when only a few low bids came. Darcy laughed in her face. Suddenly Mike threw up a fistful of money. Even Darcy’s eyes bulged. Mike gave up three months pay to bid five times what anyone had bid for Darcy. Allison crossed by in front of Darcy, delighted to laugh in HER face! Young Darcy seethed.
As Mike entered the pit, Allison flashed a toothy grin. She remembered him! Across the pit, an older man rubbed oil on Darcy. Allison lay back, smiled up at Mike, and kicked her leg up, seductively. Mike rubbed oil on Allison’s bare foot and then down her leg. As he reached her thigh, he began to tremble.
Honestly flattered and more than a little amused, she winked. “Relax, pal. I’m just a girl.”
Mike peeped, “Yeah, but you’re the best one!”
An adult film star looked up, flattered and blushing, unable to find the words to reply.
A very large bouncer escorted Mike and the other man from the ring. From their corners, Allison and Darcy glared at each other. Minutes ticked by. Then word came that the referee had been called away due to a family emergency. Carter began to sweat. Time was money. He had a rented club and a dozen performers to pay. He also had a restless crowd to worry about.
Darcy stamped her foot. “Let us fight!”
Carter called the girls to the middle of the pit and explained what had happened.
“This is so stupid!” Darcy complained. “Why don’t you referee?”
Carter shot back, “I do the announcing, to get the crowd into the match. See that equipment all over that table? I have to handle all of it by myself. I can’t put this match together and referee it, too!”
Darcy pointed at the burly bouncer. “He can do it.”
“Not a chance! I need him to handle the crowd!”
Darcy sneered. “I’m gonna knock her out or make her beg anyway. All a referee will have to do is raise my hand when I’m done with her. Anyone can do that. Just pick some guy out of the audience.”
A wicked smile spread over Allison’s lips. She pointed at Mike and said, “He paid you the most. Why not let him referee?”
The crowd cheered. Mike’s heart almost stopped.
Darcy’s mouth fell open. “No way! He’s your biggest fan!”
Allison taunted, “I thought you were going to knock me out or make me give up. What’s wrong Darcy? Are you scared of me?”
The crowd went wild. Insulted and enraged, Darcy snapped, “Fine! You can have your referee, but only if I even the odds!” She crooked her finger at Mike, as the bouncer brought him into the pit. “You already oiled up the old lady’s leathery skin. Now feel the gold standard. Oil me up, baby!”
Mike’s heart almost exploded through his chest. Darcy lay down in a position identical to the one Allison had used, forcing a direct comparison. As Mike rubbed oil on Darcy’s feet, legs, back, and shoulders, Allison’s mouth fell open in shock!
Finally, the girls took to their corners. The lights dimmed. One woman fought for a last chance to reclaim lost glory. The other fought to taste any glory at all. Within minutes, one woman would lie crumpled and humbled at the other’s feet, her hopes crushed forever! Both women breathed hard in anticipation. Darcy brushed back red-orange hair.
Allison called Mike to her and whispered, “This isn’t a staged fight, pal. This is real! We’re both fighting for a contract. I need it, Baby. I need it to survive! I might need your help tonight, baby. If you ever wanted to help me, this is your chance! Don’t let me down!”
Mike backed off, heart pounding, speechless!
The bell rang. Darcy leapt high off her feet with arms and legs apart, but the experienced Allison shoved Darcy down. Both women fell, sending up a splash of oil. The crowd cheered. Allison grabbed a fistful of Darcy’s red hair and pulled her into a headlock. Some fans booed. Allison glanced over her shoulder to see if the referee would give her a hard time for pulling Darcy’s hair, but Mike said nothing. The corner of Allison’s lips curled up into a sneering grin, confident the referee would let her get away with just about anything. Young Darcy’s arms flailed. She pulled her head free, twirled nimbly behind Allison, and pulled Allison’s arm up behind her own back. Allison’s mouth opened wide to express the pain surging through her pigeon-winged arm, but the old pro reached back with her free hand, seized Darcy’s hair, and flipped Darcy over her shoulder down to the mat. Mike watched in awe. Suddenly Darcy’s big, white feet flew up and wrapped around Allison’s neck. Darcy twisted her nubile body, flipping Allison completely off her feet and sending her flying. Allison cried out and crashed into a corner.
“Wow!” Mike yelled, unable to suppress his admiration for a fantastic move.
Darcy smiled broadly at him.
Allison used the ropes to pull up in the corner. Darcy ran in, driving her thigh deep into Allison’s gut. Allison cried out a low-pitched “Uuughhhh!” Darcy flipped Allison to mid ring and leapt up over her for a body splash. Allison brought her legs up. Darcy’s belly landed across Allison’s knees. Allison hooked Darcy’s long, pale leg, rolling her up onto her shoulders. 1, 2, -- but Darcy kicked out before a third count. Confident the referee wouldn’t penalize her, Allison yanked Darcy up by her red hair. Furious, Darcy threw her elbow into Allison’s chin. Allison fell to her back, but Darcy made another rookie mistake by grabbing Allison’s feet and pushing them down over her head, trying to fold Allison into a matchbox pin. The oil provided no traction. The moment Darcy leaned over her, Allison got her legs between them, put her feet on Darcy’s big breasts, and kicked her halfway across the pit. Allison then stood over Darcy and reached down, grabbing Darcy’s bigger feet. Darcy kicked, exactly as Allison knew she would. Allison leapt back, using the force from Darcy’s own kick to straighten her out and roll her to her front. Allison sat on Darcy’s lower back, pulled up Darcy’s legs and crossed them behind Darcy’s hips, trapping Darcy in a double toe hold. Mike watched, mesmerized by Allison’s skills. Allison twisted Darcy’s thick ankles to the breaking point. The beautiful young redhead in blue slapped the mats and yelled in pain.
Allison barked, “Ask her! See if she’s had enough!”
Darcy growled. “In…your…dreams!”
Allison spread and twisted Darcy’s toes, brutally. Darcy screamed. Both women looked to the referee for a call on whether or not it was fair. Mike swallowed. He refused to harm his hero’s chances. Allison flashed a hint of a smile. Darcy’s eyes filled with hurt and disbelief.
As Allison yanked Darcy’s toes apart, the referee dove down in front of Darcy, ready to accept her submission.
Darcy’s eyes grew wide. She slapped the mats wildly, screeching, “She’s biting me! She’s biting meeeeee!
By the time Mike looked up, Allison had stopped. Mike bent back down by Darcy’s face.
Instantly, Darcy screamed and cried, “She’s biting my foooot!
This time Mike looked up before Allison could stop. Blushing, almost laughing, Allison claimed she hadn’t done it. It happened again. Darcy was almost in tears. Boos filed the club. Mike knew Allison was cheating because she expected him to let her get away with it. Mike knew it was unfair, but how could he do anything that might jeopardize Allison’s chances to win?
Darcy pulled Allison down by her hair. The women leapt up and threw wild punches. Darcy began to gain the upper hand, when Allison jammed her fingers into Darcy’s eyes. Darcy screamed, covered her eyes with her hands, and fell to her knees. The crowd booed. The eye poke had been blatant. Allison pulled Darcy up by her red hair. Mike looked to his dream girl, silently pleading with her, begging her not to force him to choose between helping her and doing the right thing. Seemingly angered that he hesitated to back her every move, Allison defiantly choked her young, redheaded rival over the ropes, directly in front of him. Cups flew. The crowd booed and hissed. Before Mike could make up his mind, Darcy saved herself by kicking her foot back into Ally’s belly. Both women fell, coughing and gagging.
After a few moments, the rivals crawled together, fell, and rolled. Allison came out on top, but bucking her agile body wildly. Darcy fought free and rolled on top of Allison. Allison kicked and bucked, but her smaller, older body didn’t have enough. Darcy slowly forced Allison’s wrists down. Darcy laid belly on belly, her much larger breasts engulfing Allison’s smaller ones. Allison stared up in shock, directly into Darcy’s gloating face.
“It’s just you and me now,” Darcy hissed, “and I’m kicking your sagging, tired old butt!”
Mike froze. How could he count his dream girl out? He didn’t want to count, but the crowd was almost rioting. He dove down and counted slowly, 1...2... To his utter relief, Allison got a shoulder up, but Darcy slammed it down. He counted again, even slower. 1...2... Allison kicked at the last second, jolting her shoulder off the mats.
Darcy shouted, “Count as slow as you want! I can keep her here all night! I’m better than she is, and you know it!”
Mike knew Darcy was right! Allison was weakening under the strain. Unless he blatantly cheated to help Allison, he would have to count his dream girl out! He knew she would then hate him for the rest of her life. What was he to do? Darcy forced Allison’s shoulders down again. Mike counted. One…Two….
Concluded in the Price of Fame Pt. 2
