FreeCatFights

Confessions of a Reformed Cheerleader
By Jonica

Prologue

We came to win
oh yea thats right
Were #1
Purple Gold and White
Tigers Live on top
were a team
that Cant be stopped!!!

Hi!  My name is Joni.  If you haven’t guessed yet, I used to be a cheerleader.  Of course I never cheered for LSU, but THAT was my dream!  I did make it to college and I did cheer, but that is for later in the story!  This tale is about how I became a top flight wrestler in a little organization full of top flight wrestlers!  I might have been loved.  I might have been hated.  But one thing for sure…I left an impression! 

Are you wondering why I use so many exclamation points?!?!  Because I’m a cheerleader, silly!  Or I used to be….

As with any story there has to be a starting point.  Of course this one does.  It all started my senior year in high school.  I had been cheering for almost eight years by this time, and truth be told I didn’t know much else.  I was so focused on cheering the teams on to victory, I forgot about all that studying and book learning I was supposed to be doing to.  I was one of those lucky few who got to be a senior twice!  You know what that means…right?!?!  Of course you do! 

TWO PROMS!!!! 

Well, needless to say, mommy and daddy weren’t very happy about my progress in school, but I did get an extra year to hone my cheerleading.  After working with a tutor three hours following each cheer practice, I managed to work my way up to a 2.1 grade point average (amazing, right?!?!  I know!!!), and they let me graduate!  From there I went on to (unfortunately not LSU) Southeast Iberia Parish Community College, where I was all conference cheer squad each year for four years in a row!

The ‘biters are the best,
So much better than the rest,
Scoring, tackling passing as well,
We’re the best cant you tell?!?!

SIPCC even let me graduate with an associate’s degree in home economics after those four years.  The cheer coach hated to see me go, but alas, I did.  Then it was into the real world.  I would say my parents were proud, but I can’t find them.  Last I heard…the day I started SIPCC…they were sailing around the world with all the money from my LSU trust fund (Thank goodness for federal financial aid!).  I did get a post card from the Palau Islands the Christmas of my second sophomore year!

Anywho…sorry, got sidetracked…this is the story of how I became a wrestler!  After college, I couldn’t find a job.  I mean….who wouldn’t want to hire a former cheerleader with an AS degree in Home Ec?  I know, right?!?!  But that was the problem.  There wasn’t anything available.  I looked and I searched, but nothing came open.  One day I sat down on a park bench and cried.  The next thing I know, this kind man named Tony sat next to me and tried to cheer me up.  He had a weird accent…kind of hillbilly-ish, but with a nasally Yankee twang.  Does that make sense?  To my surprise, he put his hand on my thigh and offered me a job!  I didn’t know at the time what the job was, but how bad could it be?  I mean….he made me feel so good about myself!  He told me how pretty I am…how I could be making plenty of money to buy shoes and clothes and tv’s and an iPad and maybe even a Mustang!  OMG!  A MUSTANG!  Can’t you just see me driving a new Mustang?!?! 

O!

M!

G!

OMG!!!

Tony made me feel so good about myself.  He caressed my thigh until I stopped crying and offered to give me a foot massage!  My feet did hurt.  I had been wearing Western boots without socks all day (I looked great in my halter top and Daisy Dukes!  I really don’t understand why I couldn’t get a job.  Maybe if I had worn my cowgirl hat!  Maybe…), so how could I refuse! 

Tony had an office in the back of this neat place downtown!  He even had a leather sofa in there…next to the hot tub!  There is one thing I never could figure out about his office, though.  He had one big shiny brass pole holding up the ceiling.  One pole!  Holding up the WHOLE ceiling!  WOW!  That had to be a strong pole!  I would have been mad at my contractor though.  It was right in front of his desk…it had to be a distraction. 

One thing about cheerleaders…former or current…you have to be good dancers.  So for the next four years, I got to dance and cheer more!  Can you believe it?!?!  I go to CHEER more!  Well, it wasn’t the kind of cheering you would see on Saturday night in Death Valley (well…maybe ya could!), but I did get to keep performing.  AND Tony was right!  I made a whole bunch of money!  One night…this little shiny strapless top I was wearing slipped a little….I’ll go ahead and say it…I accidentally flashed the crowd!  It was embarrassing, at first, but these guys started pelting me with money!  I thought it was trash, but it turns out they were throwing wadded up balls of money at me!  Mostly one dollar bills…there were a few fives and a couple tens and twenties in there…but even those add up after awhile!  The next few nights I experimented (just like I learned to do in baking class!!) a little.  I’d let my top slip and see if they reacted the same way!  They did!!  Then….OMG!!!…one night it slipped all the way to the stage!  Tony had to send in security because all these guys rushed the stage wanting to hand me money!  I didn’t protest, but it did kinda scare me when one guy pulled off my four-inch heel and took off running with it!

Open the barn doors who do you hear!
Elvis Presley doing a cheer
Firecracker firecracker boom boom boom
Firecracker firecracker boom boom boom
The boys got the muscle
The couches got the brains
The cheerleaders got the sprit
That’s why we won the game!!!

After the first year or so, I got pretty comfortable dancing for money.  I guess I grew up a little and figured out what it was all about.  After the second year, I started getting bored with it.  After the third, I began wanting to settle down.  Then…after the fourth…I wanted something new.  Tony was right.  I made tons of money…more than many lawyers in town.  Maybe more than a lot of doctors, but now I saw that look in those men’s eyes when I would take my clothes off.  I knew what I had become.  This cheering wasn’t much fun anymore.  Many mornings I would wake up crying.  I can’t explain why.  I would think of my mommy and daddy…off somewhere sailing the world (I still told myself that…even though a year ago last Christmas I got a letter from some unpronounceable place saying there had been a storm and my parents weren’t coming home).  I kept saying to myself I would get another postcard from some exotic place.  One never came.

I won’t admit to being depressed.  Cheerleaders don’t get the blues.  However, I was in a funk.  Tony still liked to give foot massages, but he ran hot and cold on my feet.  I guess some of the newer performers had cuter toes.  However, he still helped me invest my money, and believe it or not, I had a brand new Mustang!  A convertible yellow one!  A GT too! 

Uh oh…sorry…got sidetracked again…this is about my career as a wrestler.  One night Tony decided to have mud wrestling in his club.  I would say the rest is history, but I am too young for history!  However, I learned I have am what you would call ‘a natural’ at mud wrestling!  Tony called me his little ‘wrestling savant’…whatever that means!  It didn’t matter that I am only 5’2 and only weigh 105 lbs!  I was a vicious lil shit…as one opponent called me after I bit her on the thong!  I graduated from mud wrestling to oil and jello wrestling.  I even took on a few guys and beat a few of them!  My funk was gone, and I began having fun again!!! 

We say hop and you say scotch!!!
HOP……

After about two years of wrestling on the club circuit I got so good that one night this woman came in to watch me tussle!  Turns out she was a talent scout from a major wrestling production company!  Now, you can say the rest is history!  Tony helped me negotiate…he somehow got a cut…and I was signed as a new talent for the company!  I couldn’t believe how much they told me I could make the first year!  I also didn’t believe how tough it would be, even though they told me up front.  Pro wrestling is faked, I kept telling myself.  Mud and oil wrestling is real….or more so than the stuff you see on television and Youtube.  How tough could this stuff me?  I took some lessons from a friend of Tony’s, and after two months of training, I was ready for my debut. 

Here is where the story really begins.

Chapter One

“Joni, this isn’t the fake stuff you are used to.”  The woman, who recruited me, says in a concerned tone.  “You could get hurt.  Are you sure you are ready for this?”

Her name is Lorie.  She is in her early 40s, and she used to be a wrestler.  She won’t tell me why she retired.  When I ask she smiles and limps away.  I don’t understand it. 

“Joni, have you ever seen one of these matches?”  Tony interjects.  “I’ve been trying to get you to watch, but you are more interesting in Scooby Doo.”  Lorie looks aghast at this realization, but I smile and say, “Of course I have!”  (Of course I have been watching Scooby Doo), but I am not worried.  I have been winning messy wresting matches for so long, I am pretty sure I know how to handle myself.  Plus I have been training so hard!  I am in good shape, plus I used to be a cheerleader!  Plus I like the word ‘plus.’  That has to be a plus. 

“Joni, this is different than anything you have ever done.  Please take it seriously.”  Lorie says then limps from the room with a concerned look on her face, but I am not scared.  I am ready.  Tony and I spend the next few minutes sitting in silence….me contemplating what life would be like with Freddy as a life partner…tooling all over the place in the Mystery Machine solving ghost mysteries and smoking weed….while Tony massages my feet.  Suddenly there is a knock on the door and an announcement, “Five minutes.”

Tony helps me with my socks and cute lil white boots with purple and gold laces…what else would you expect.  I look in the mirror, and I have to smile!  Not much has changed!  I am in as good of shape today as I was when I was cheering.  I look spectacular in my gold sports bra…with cute lil tiger paw prints on the cups…and purple bikini cut boy shorts!  My long light brown hair pulled back in a tight braid.  This is gonna be fun, I tell myself. 

Those five minutes seem to drag on and on, so in the mean time I warm up by stretching and jogging in place.  I try some shadow boxing but I accidentally punch the wall.  I will never make it as a boxer…I lament while shaking my hand.  Then there is another knock on the door and Lorie’s voice says, “It’s time.”  We open the door and walk toward the small, but well-lit and boisterous arena.  As I step through the curtains, the crowd erupts in cheers, and for the first time, I realize I am so nervous even my armpits are soaking wet.  I never got this anxious before getting in an oil pit. 

I try to ignore the crowd…they hurl catcalls and insults that would make a sailor blush…no…these would make sailors beat the hell outta them in my club!  The service boys actually had some manners.  Focusing on the ring doesn’t help my sudden case of the nerves.  This isn’t a stage with a dancing pole on it…this is a four-sided ring where I will be locked in mortal combat with another woman.  Well…being a little melodramatic here…not ‘mortal’ combat, but you know what I mean!

The aisle seems to go on forever, but we do eventually get to the ring.  I look around like I am lost, and Lorie has to give me a little shove to nudge me up the steps.  I am too short to climb between the top and middle ropes, so I stoop and slip between the middle and bottom ones.  The mat feels squishy under my boots, and it takes me a moment to get used to the bouncy spring underneath, but I eventually figure it out.  I am not alone in the ring either.  There are two guys there.  One is wearing a tuxedo…holding a microphone, and the other a black and white striped shirt with black pants.  He looks official…for some reason.  Anywho, while I am trying to figure out their purpose, this guy in the tux starts yelling into his mic. 

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!  TONIGHT WE ARE WITNESSING A DEBUT!  HAILING FROM THE GREAT STATE OF LOUISIANA….STANDING AND WEIGHING IN AT A COMPACT 5’2 AND 105 LBS….LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, IT IS MY DISTINCT PLEASURE TO INTRODUCE TO YOU…THE NEWEST PHENOMENON….THE CAJUN PRINCESS…..JONI!!!”

Wtf?  Princess?  No one has called me ‘princess’ since my father.  He needs to tone it back a little.  Before I can protest, though, the Canadian National Anthem suddenly echoes around the small arena and the crowd really erupts in jeers and screams. 

“NOW LADIES AND GENTLEMENT, JONI’S OPPONENT FOR THE NIGHT IS NO STRANGER TO THIS RING.  AS A MATTER OF FACT…YOU REMEMBER LAST WEEK SHE LOST HER PAPERWEIGHT TITLE ON THESE VERY MATS!  ALL THE WAY FROM CANADA….IT IS MY PLEASURE TO INTRODUCE THE CANADIAN CRIPPLER…..MARIE….BEEEEEEE!!!!”

Wtf is a Marie B?  All I can see is a blonde ponytail.  Is she on her knees?  Paperweight champion?  Wtf is that?!?!

Then I see why.

She walks up the steps.  I almost walk across the ring to offer her another step stool.  Very rarely am I the tallest person in the mud pit.  I am shocked when I see I am the tallest person in a sports bra and boy shorts in this ring.  It’s true.  I am.  Marie B should probably change her name to MaWEE Bee.  She is tiny.  She might be 4’9.  Might be.  She can’t weight more than 95 lbs.  100 lbs, if she ate a hotdog.  As a matter of fact, I turn to Tony and almost begin to tell him to run to Little Caesar’s, but Lorie says something about Marie being ‘a former gymnast.’  I turn to look at her and find a pair of the coldest, icy blue eyes I have ever seen locked on me!

Mawee Bee might be small, but she can put on a ‘Grrr’ look like no other!  Her red sports bra and matching boy shorts with lil while maple leaves outfit seems a little intimidating too, but I am sure it’s a gimmick.  Maybe I should have worn a skull and crossbones or something…

The guy in the black and white shirt finally moves from his corner and walks up to me.  I almost slug him when he puts his hands on my waist, but then I realize he his just looking for weapons.  That’s funny because I won’t need one against the midget.  Finally, he does the same thing to Mawee, but she does slap his hands away.  I almost laugh when he threatens to disqualify her.  If I get this win that easily then Tony and I can go get that Little Caesar’s I am suddenly craving.

The guy in the black and white shirt is introduced as ‘the referee,’ and I blush when I realize they had those in almost every sport I cheered for over the years.  I guess I have seen those black and white shirts before.  He makes a motion with his arm and a loud “DONG!!” resonates around the small arena.  I stand stock-still.  We never started a mud wrestling match this way.  I look down at Tony and Lorie.  Lorie looks concerned and Tony is pointing wildly at something in the ring!  I guess maybe I should pay attention, but between my ADD and the vibrating of the ring, I can’t focus.  Then it occurs to me….THE DAMN RING IS VIBRATING!!

I look up and see a flash of bare tummy and red shorts just as Mawee’s tiny body slams across mine.  I fall back into my corner with her across my chest.  The wind leaves my lungs with a whoosh from the impact with her tiny body and the turnbuckles slamming into my back!

Dropping to my knees as my blonde opponent rolls away, I drop to all fours and wonder what the hell just happen.  I don’t get much time to ponder it, though.  A tiny boot slams into the side of my head with such force that it knocks me through the ropes onto the ring apron.  Now on my back, I roll down to the arena floor and shake my head.  Fog and cobwebs cloud my vision and I try to clear it as quickly as I can, but again, Mawee has other plans. 

I didn’t even realize she got out of the ring until she dropkicks me from behind!  I am kinda short too.  The kick slams me throat first into the ring apron.  Maybe I shoulda listened to Lorie when she said this isn’t like mud wrestling!  It really isn’t!

I fall onto my back. The dirty arena floor is sticky with spilled soft drinks, beer, and popcorn, but I don’t have to worry about it long.  A tug of my hair tells me Marie hasn’t left.  A quick tug…a thrust…a roll…and I am back in the ring, rolling to a stop in the middle.  What was it that announcer guy said?  She lost her title?  Oh shit!  She was a champion?  Key words being ‘champion’ and most importantly ‘WAS!’ 

OH SHIT!!!

Just my luck.  She’s pissed off.

On my back with the big overhead light beating down on me, I suddenly see the tiny blonde hovering over me.  Even through the lights I can see those angry, ice blue eyes.  I also see her lift her foot and stomp down at my forehead. 

Over the years, I have been called a lot of things:  Silly, goofy, ignorant, dumb, stupid, arrogant, twit, and other things I can’t mention here, but two things I am not:  a fool nor a coward.  Tony says I would charge headfirst into a brick wall.  He also says he would feel sorry for the wall if I did. 

I don’t plan on laying here and letting this Canadian midget kick my brains out.  I suddenly grab her foot with both hands and fold my knees upwards.  Pushing with my arms, I roll onto my side and kick out with both of my feet at her balancing leg.  I think this whole motion took her by surprise.  She cursed me in two different languages as she fell off balance and crashed to the mat.

Since we have established I am no fool, I keep my hands gripped on her foot and continue rolling to my knees.  I pull her knee toward her chest and in a flash I try to pin her body under mine.  Now this is an old mud-wrestling trick, and it usually works!  I fall across her chest with her leg pinned between us.  My hands go to her shoulders.  The referee guy drops to his knee and slaps the mat once…twice…but then Marie shoves with her trapped leg…showing a little strength and stamina…and rolls me onto my side.  I roll to the ropes and grab the bottom one to pull myself up.  Just as I get to my feet, Mawee is already running at me.

Fortunately, I have seen this before.  As she leaves her feet for the cross body splash, I drop to my knees and she sails over my head into the ropes.  She again curses me in two languages, but I am already getting to my feet.  The little gymnast shows her flexibility by grabbing the middle rope and pulling herself up.

Of the things I have been called over the years, the one that is closest to the truth is probably, ‘bitch.’  I am tired of being this little twerp’s (a name usually reserved for me) personal piñata.  As she pulls herself up, I raise my right foot and kick her between the shoulder blades as hard as I can.  She drops to the floor on her chest and rolls from side to side…her right arm behind her back trying to soothe the pain.

It’s then that I become aware of the crowd.  They are cheering for me!  Fuck!  I am leading cheers again!  This shit is fun!


Get me a B!
Give me a E!
Give me a S
Give me a T
What does that spell?
BEST!
We are the best!
The other team thinks well give them a rest!

Cheerleaders are performers…athletes and performers.  We love to have fun!  We are there for the purpose of making sure everyone is having fun!  We play to the crowd.  That is exactly what I do here!  I hop around and prance.  Dancing like I did on the stage.  Too bad there isn’t a pole for me to use.  I toss my head back and thrust my hips forward.  I close my eyes then the crowd goes insane as I do two back handsprings across the ring!

Everyone but Tony, that is.

He is busy looking worried and pointing at something behind me.  Wtf?  I’m winning Tony!  I smile sweetly, but it doesn’t seem to faze him.  Wtf? I think again.  Then it occurs to me the crowd isn’t cheering anymore.

I drop to my knees as sharp pain shoots through my kidneys…up my spine…to the top of my head.  Then I fall forward onto my face.  Marie’s tiny body falls across my slightly larger one and my left arm suddenly goes numb after she clamps her gymnast’s thighs around it.  Her hands reach around my face…still stunned from the stomp to the kidney’s, I can’t offer much resistance.  She tightens the move by leaning back slightly…pulling my head, then neck, and finally my chest and shoulders off the mat Fiery pain wrenches through my cheek, neck, shoulders, and trapped arm.  I’ve seen this hold before.  Y instructor showed me the cross-face crippler.  It hurts worse now. 

I close my eyes and try to focus on everything but the pain.  I feel her hands slip a little and stop when they get to my nose.  She readjusts them so that the back of her hand and her knuckles are against my lips.  I try to squeal, but she pulls harder and shuts off the sound in my throat.  My tiny boots pound the mat relentlessly!  I can’t use my free arm because moving it would give her even more leverage.  I am trapped…I don’t know a way out of this.  Maybe I should have paid more attention in wrestling lessons. 

“Cajun princess?  More like Louisiana trailer trash.”  For the first time all match, Marie starts speaks (well…except for cursing me in two languages).  “I am going to make you wish you were still swimming in the bayou, bitch.”  I almost tearfully tell her that I really wish I was still swimming in the bayou right now…anything but this…but suddenly my face slams against the mat, and 95 lbs of weight get off me.

Did I submit? 

I don’t think I did.  Did I?

Marie answers that question for me.  Her hand grabs my hair…even with the referee dude telling her to let it go…and she pulls me to my knees.  Then she makes me get to my feet.  Before I can take a step, her tiny fist slams into my tummy so hard that I double over.

“Ommmmppppphhhhhh!!!” I grunt and almost go to my knees, but her hands roughly pull me back up.  I won’t lie.  My back is still on fire from the cross-face crippler.  She had me beat.  I think she knows it too.  Maybe I can make something out of this mess.

Just as that thought crosses my mind, she whips me into the corner and I crash into the turnbuckles with a thud.

“Ohhhhh….” I moan pitifully and reach for the top ropes to pull myself up.  I need to think.  I also need to do it quickly because she is running at me from the far corner.  She leaves her feet once again to crush me in the corner with what will almost certainly be the final blow of the match.  There is no way I can come back if that lands.  So I do the one thing I feel will work (besides running and crying, that is).  I lift my foot straight out in front of me and let her run cheek first into it. 

The only person more shocked in the entire arena is me!  Even I can’t believe that actually worked!  Marie falls onto her back and lays still.  I mean it.  She does not move.  Her eyes don’t even flutter. 

Great job!
Super well done!
Come on ‘biters!
Let’s score another one!

I don’t plan on making the same mistake twice.  My back can’t take another cross-face crippler.  I use the ropes like a ladder and climb to the second rope.  The crowd suddenly erupts again when they realize the Canadian Crippler is about to lose to a rookie in her debut!  However, I am still a cheerleader and I can’t resist raising my hands over my head and doing a victory pose!  Cheerleaders are also attention whores!  I flex my body and squat down.  With every ounce of energy I can find, I explode upward and jump off the middle rope.  My body flashes through the air as I reach the summit and start the descent.  Stretching all 5’2” of my body to crash down on the smaller girl, I drop like a rock….a smile crossing my lips as I fall.  That smile grows even wider as I think of my first victory celebration.  Then….

“UMMMPPPPHHHHHH!!!!!!”

Flashes erupt in front of my eyes and my spine feels like it’s about to pop through my back.  I look down and see I am still about three feet off the mat but I am still speared by Marie’s tiny feet and gymnast legs.  Then I topple to the mat, curled in a ball, holding my belly.  I don’t get much of a respite, however, when Marie sinks her tiny fingers into my hair and pulls me to my feet again.  Gasping for air, sweat runs down my body.  My gold sports bra soaked and clinging tightly to my body.  I feel the cool air when she whips me into off the ropes.  I bounce and recoil back across the ring.  Marie does the same thing, but from the opposite side.  She ducks under my arm as I desperately try a clothesline, then blade my body to fall against the ropes on the other side.  I recoil off and see the blonde come off the far side.  This time she doesn’t pass me.  She actually grabs for my head as she passes, hooks her arm around my throat, and in one of the most amazing moves I have ever seen, she twists and drops onto her feet behind me.  My body is now bent backwards at a nearly 90-degree angle.  She lifts her knee into the middle of my back twice, knocking the wind out of me and forcing me off balance even more.  She follows that by dropping to her butt and slamming the back of my head and shoulders off the mat with such force I bounce.  The blow nearly knocks me unconscious.

It doesn’t take Marie much effort to pull me up this time.  I sway and rock in a nearly black fog when as she pushes me back first into the corner.  I offer no resistance when she hooks my arms over the top rope to hold me up.  I vaguely remember her strolling to the far corner and laughing at me.  I see her body flash across the ring at a dead run…do a cartwheel, and catch my head between her thighs…showing her gymnast’s grace.  I remember the sensation of being pulled forward, and I remember a slap of flesh when my back hits the mat.  After that I remember nothing…..

…..nothing at all until I open my eyes and see that referee dude, Tony, and Lorie standing over me.  I blink my eyes a few times and realize I am still in the ring!

“Oh crap!  She’s awake!  Are you okay?!?!”

I want to scream, ‘of course I am not okay!  I just lost to a fucking hobbit!’  But I hold my tongue.  Only because I can’t talk at the moment.  After a little while, I do get to my feet.  They have to catch me to keep me from falling.  I don’t remember the walk from the ring to locker room.

“Joni.  The crowd loved you.  You have to wrestle again!”

I stare blankly at Lorie as she talks.

“You almost won.  If you hadn’t celebrated early, you would have.”

Oddly, I can’t agree right now.

“With some training you can be great.  Watch this!”

Lorie presses a button on her laptop and up pops a recorded interview with Marie.  This had to be right after our match.  The interviewer is going on and on about how tough it was for Marie and how shocked a rookie pushed a wily veteran to the limit.  Marie, however, isn’t in a mood to talk about me in good terms though. 

“Fuck her….white trash bitch better never get in the ring with me again!….”fucking kill her next time….”

She even pulls the mic out of the interviewer’s hand and tosses it on the floor.  She looks into the camera and says some rather unsavory things that I am pretty sure are directed at me.  After that she storms off.

“Joni.  We need some fresh blood around here.  The promotion is getting stale.  I’m telling you…the crowd loved you….you could truly be a superstar….”

Lorie’s voice trails off into my thoughts.  The crowd did seem to like me.  The pay is awesome.  The word ‘superstar’ fills me mind.

To The G!
   To The O!
   Yell Go, Go!

Jonica you put a cunja on me n you make me bracque!

Great writing!!!

Mo laimm twa!

Tony

Oh, sassy, sexy tongue-in-cheek writing ... and losing to a 'hobbit' ... witty!  ;D :D

Joni
the day you reform will be the day Cassie stops saying "like"and 'totally".

A lot of fun and I particularly liked MaWEE Bee's attitude.

Jenn

Quote from: Jonica on April 19, 2013, 12:20:29 AMOver the years, I have been called a lot of things:  Silly, goofy, ignorant, dumb, stupid, arrogant, twit, and other things I can't mention here....

Gosh, Joni! The first time you ever write about a truly unintelligent wrestler.....and you choose yourself as the model! That's what I call type-casting. :D

 

Quote from: Jonica on April 19, 2013, 12:20:29 AM"Fuck her....white trash bitch better never get in the ring with me again!...."fucking kill her next time...."

Oh, man. Get outta my head! You've even got my speech patterns down pat!



Wonderful work, Joni. I'm honored to be in your story. No one writes better than you.

Fortunately, no one fights better than me. ;D




Marie

Yes, as SunnyB said, very witty. I had to restrain myself a few times at work to keep from laughing when I was reading it (no, I didn't cruise the site there, I printed the story and took it with me). My only deal was neither you nor Marie in the story displayed your hallmark, wrestling barefooted.
It's great to see you churning out stories again. Now if someone could talk Marie into doing some more. . .

Tee hee! Up against Mawhee Bee, at her little bitchy best - great characterization & action!  :D ;D But maybe Mawhee B is forgetting, she's not invincible ... LOL!  ::) ;)

Hugs
Kayla

Thanks to everyone for the great comments!  Mawee Bee makes a fascinating subject, doesn't she?  Chapter Two should be along shortly.  Look for more idiocy, lunacy, and downright stupidity in it!

:D

*hugs*

J
xoxo

I was lucky to be able to read a sneak preview of this story 'n Joni already knows how much I loved it! Now everybody knows. I LOVED IT!

This is gonna be a GREAT series, I can't wait for the next part!

I won't say anything nasty about MaWee Bee, even though she always finds something to say about me....usually about my lack of height. That's funny since she's one of the very few at FCF who has to stand on her tiptoes to look me in the eye! ;)  I'll just say that I really hope she doesn't get a swelled head now. She'll look like a blonde Canadian bobble-head. Oops,okay, maybe that was just a little nasty. My bad.

Great story, Joni! If I shake my pom-poms at ya, do you think that might inspire you to write the next chapter faster? Just askin'!

:-* :-* :-*

hugggzzz 'n xoxoxo

~L~

"Get up and come over here!"

I sigh and take a deep breath, "I can't...."

"Bullshit!  I said get up and get over here!"

"Ugghhhhh...I really can't."  Grimacing, "My back hurts!"

"It will hurt a lot more if you don't get the fuck up and get your stupid ass over here!"

I hang my head, but I don't wait for another reply.  I work my legs under me and get to my feet....nearly falling...but getting my balance.  I stand as erect as I can, but my back really does hurt.  Of course it hurts!  Crazy bitch has slammed me on it about a hundred damn times!

Grrr!!!

I walk across the wrestling ring to my personal coach and trainer.  Mary has been retired for a couple years, but she still looks like she could step between the ropes and win titles.  I know she could take me apart....she's proven it on an almost daily basis for the last month and a half.  

I stand in front of her and look slightly up...she's about two inches taller, and twenty pounds heavier.  She's seen many battles, and her body shows the scars.  However, she has won most of them.

"Can we stop for the day?"  I ask hopefully.  I try to look as tired as possible, but I already know the answer.

"No.  No we cannot.  I have to have you ready by this time next month and...sadly...you are a year away from being near ready.  Now, shut up and let's do the drill again!"

I sigh and walk to the corner...then I run out and jump into the air and land on my back.  We have been doing this for almost five hours.  My whole body hurts.  I have to learn how to fall...to fall without hurting myself or anyone else.  But I have to wonder if there really is a way to fall without hurting yourself.  I mean, really?  Maybe you just do it so many times you get immune to pain.

That time didn't hurt so badly.  Maybe I did it right!

"Again!"

Maybe not....

Chapter Two (A Hot Mess)

"She isn't ready."  Mary firmly states.  Her eyes locked on Lorie's across the conference table.  "No where near ready."

I can sense a great deal of tension between the two women.  I don't think they much like each other.  However, Lorie is the president, and Mary an employee.

"She has to be ready, Mary.  It has been four months.  They are clamoring for her! Her debut is still the most talked about experience since our last match!"

Their last match?  Interesting.

"Lorie, she is not ready.  She is going to get hurt...or hurt someone else.  I won't sign off on this.  You can't make me."

"Fuck you Mary!"  Lorie leaps to her feet and points her finger in Mary's face.  "She is ready!  She has to be!  Next Friday night you will open the damn curtains and lead her to the fucking ring!"

My mouth drops open because I never thought Mary would stand being talked to this way.  I nod my head when I learn I am right.  Mary literally jumps out of her chair and chest bumps Lorie.  "I will take you apart if you don't get out of my face!  How dare YOU!"  Her voice rises with each word.  

"Catfight!" Tony whispers from beside me then laughs.  I bite my lip and shrug.

There is no catfight, though.  The others in the room quickly separate the two women.  As Mary straightens her blouse, she hisses, "I beat you last time and I will again if you talk to me like that."

Lorie has calmed by this time and she responds with, "Friday.  Her next match is Friday."

With that she regains her composure and stalks out of the room.

Mary slams her hands on the table and sits down heavily.  Fuming for a few minutes until you can visibly see her mood change.  "I guess your next match is a week from Friday," she says softly.

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The next week is a whirlwind of activity as I prepare for what Mary calls my 'real debut.'  She says I never had a chance against Marie, even though I got in some lucky moves.  "Marie would take you apart in a rematch right now.  Probably would several years down the road."  I roll my eyes at Mary's vote of confidence.

I do see Marie from time to time.  I was always told how wrestlers went at each other in the ring, but were friends outside.  Marie apparently didn't get that memo.  When she saw me training in the gym she hit the ring like a whirlwind and chased me out with a chair.  

Luckily, Mary was there to keep her from killing me.  I might have been able to out run her...if I hadn't gotten tangled in the ropes and fell on my head.  

Ouch!

The second time she saw me, she rushed the ring and actually got me.  She must have forgot how to wrestle.  She also forgot to put on clothes (I later learned she was taking a shower when I came in.  A troublemaker named Kayla told her I was in the ring).  Anywho, a very angry...and very naked Mawee stormed the ring and caught me.  As I said, she must have forgot how to wrestle, because she was throwing punches!

Imagine the look on my face when I was dragged to my butt from behind!  My ponytail held tight in a naked girl's hands.  She's dripping wet with shampoo in her hair!  Her first punch catches me on the chin.  The second in the throat.  The third on the ear.  I don't remember four through twenty-five.  I woke up with Mary holding smelling salts under my nose!  

After that, Lorie and Mary decided that Marie and I should not schedule gym times on the same days.  I thought that was a pretty good idea.  

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Friday finally came and I thought I was ready.  Sitting in the dressing room...already in my wrestling attire: a purple sports bra with purple spandex boy shorts and gold high top Cons with purple laces.  For a final touch, I used black grease paint to make little marks like football players under my eyes.  I have no idea why I did this, but it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Yep.  I'm ready.

"You're not ready, but here we are."  Of course Mary is always here to pull me back to earth.  A girl has to stay grounded, you know.

We all have our own little ways of dealing with nerves.  I guess giving lap dances is mine.  It also happens to be a good way to warm up.  I am pretty sure Tony didn't mind.  Mary did, however.  She seemed aghast when she walked in on us.  

Anywho, she nodded that it's time to head to the ring.  She walks with a look of disgust that actually hurts my feelings a little.  I know I am not the best student she's had.  I also know I am not the easiest person to get along with.  But I have been training hard.  Maybe she is being too harsh on me.  I have tried to soak in all the knowledge she is teaching.  It's not my fault if my ADD gets in the way!  Boo!  She hasn't so much as paid me a compliment.  Seems I have done nothing right.  As I walk into the dark arena, a feeling of sadness washes over me.  I am about to embarrass myself.  I am not ready.

At that very moment it occurs to me....no one has mentioned my opponent.

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By the time I wonder who my opponent is, I have already heard the announcement and I didn't even pay attention to her name.  I almost ask Mary as we walk down the aisle, but she would probably ridicule me more.  How can someone who doesn't even know who her opponent is be ready for a match?

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!  GRACING OUR RING FOR THE SECOND TIME!  PLEASE WELCOME THE NEWEST PHENOM!  A LEGEND IN THE MAKING!  PERHAPS THE NEXT BEST THING TO COME FROM THE GREAT STATE OF LOUISIANA!  THE CAJUN QUEEN HERSELF!  GIVE IT UP FOR THE BAYOU BEAUTY!  CHEERLEADER JONI!!

Oh well, too late to worry about that stuff.  I have business to attend to!

Jump around
Scream and shout
Joni spirit, is what it's all about

I literally hop and skip down the aisle all the way to the ring.  Tony and Mary are panting by the time they finally catch up to me, but I am already on the ring apron blowing kisses and waving at the boisterous audience.  Smiling wide and showing all my perfect teeth...I certainly look more confident than I feel.  

Climbing into the ring, I grab the ropes and stretch my shoulders.  The crowd actually on it's feet.  It seems they might have come to see me.  Lorie called me the 'next superstar,' and the announcer sure did his part to play that up.  Maybe I might make it after all.  Anyway, here I am.  Ready or not world...here I come!

The roar of the crowd finally subsides and I turn to look for my opponent.  I see her looking at me with total contempt and disdain.  However, I try to stay excited and keep the crowd into it, so I raise my hands and hop up on the bottom rope and hold my hands high over my head.  I shout:

"GIVE ME A J!"

To my shock...the crowd replies:  "J!"

I giggle when I see Mary's cheeks flare red, "GIVE ME AN O!!"

"O!"

"GIVE ME A N!!!"

"N!"

"GIVE ME AN I!!"

"I!"

Smiling at the crowd and finally hopping down off the ropes, "WHAT'S THAT SPELL?"

I don't get an answer.  My opponent's shoulder slams into my back so hard, I tumble from the ring onto the mats surrounding the outside.

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"Why do I have to fight THAT?!?!"

A whiny, nasally voice echoes through the shockwaves in my head.  I look up to the ring and see blonde hair haloed by the light.  Mawee?  No.  It's too big to be Mawee.  Besides, Mawee would  be standing on my throat by now.  I grab the apron and use it to pull myself to my feet.  The bell rings and the referee starts counting me out.  However, my opponent isn't finished whining.  

"I don't want to look at THAT...let alone touch THAT!"

I have seen her around.  She's the ring leader of a group that calls themselves the Silk Stocking Tramps, or something like that.  I think her name is Heidi.  She's really cute...in a spoiled, slutty kind of way, but from the way I have seen her treat everyone, she's a total bitch!  I mean..look at her outfit?!?!  How the fuck can you wrestle in that?!?!  How?!?!

Heidi bounces around the ring wearing a slutty crimson one piece with the midsection bared.  It looks like silk.  I swear to gawd!  Silk!  What the fuck!  Silk!  Of course, she has on her trademark black stockings under that atrocity!  If there was ever someone they would make high-heeled wrestling boots for, it would be Heidi!  I am really shocked she isn't wearing crimson high heels.  I mean it.  I am not joking.

I grab the ropes while she is whining and pointing. The poor ref already looks overwhelmed.  I pull onto the apron, but that is as far as I get.

"I can't touch HER!"  Heidi whines....her voice really grating.  Then she touches me.  She grabs my hair and drops to her knees causing my throat to drop across the middle rope.  "AGGHHHH!!!!" I gasp and fall back to the floor.

"Back off Ms Foster!"  The referee yells and tries to corral the blonde back to her corner.

"Shut uppppppp!!!"  

"One....two.....three....."

The ref begins his count but I am not sure he's counting me out or counting her to make her go to her corner.  I can still hear her though.

"Count faster!  Get to ten!  I will take a disqualification!  I don't want to touch her!  She's got dirty hands!"

Rubbing my throat, I get to my feet and this time I walk to the steps...climbing them and watching my opponent closer this time.

"I mean...look at HER!  She's so......pitiful!"  Heidi's head bobs while talking.  "She has to come from a poor family....those clothes!  Oh. My. GAWD!"  Pointing and bobbing her head at me as I get back in the ring.  "I mean....totally AWFUL!  I'm not touching her.  No way."  The blonde crosses her arms and nods her head curtly to put an exclamation point on her last remark...a pout on her lips making her look like a towheaded child.  

Welp, the match is very early and I have already had just about enough of Heidi and her verbal jabs.  I step through the ropes while her back is too me and I drop back into the ropes.  Coming off, I run at her and jump leading with my feet.  Her head is still bobbing and her arms still crossed when my Cons hit her right between the shoulder blades..She pitches forward into the referee so hard the both nearly fall out of the ring.

The crowd erupts in wild torrents and catcalls when the blonde falls to the canvas and bounces.  

"HEYYYY!!!  Get her away from MEEEE!!!!"  Heidi literally squeals as she scoots across the ring on her tushie.  I give chase but she makes it to the ropes and the referee has no alternative but to stop me and make me go back to my corner.  Cursing myself for not being faster, I have no choice but to let the blonde get up.

"No FAIR!  Disqualify HER!  She CHEATED!!!"

Heidi gets to her feet, pleading with the ref to ring the bell.  She grabs his sleeve, imploring him to make me leave the ring.  I even think she has a tear on her cheek.

"She CHEATED!!!"  

Holy crap!  She just stamped her foot!

"Ms Foster!  Either leave the ring or wrestle!"  The referee finally declares.  Heidi starts to protest, but the ref raises his arm to call for the bell, and she huffs and puffs, but goes to her corner.

"I doooonnnnnnn'ttttt waaaannnntttt to touch HER!"  She whines but she moves out of the corner and starts circling the ropes....her eyes on me.  I will say this about Heidi.  She may whine and cry....A LOT, but she moves like an athlete.  One look at her and you can tell she is no pushover.  Her shoulders are wide like a (Gasp!) cheerleaders.  Her arms are tanned and toned from long days in the training room.  Her footfalls hardly make a sound on the mat and the ring doesn't vibrate at all.  Her eyes belie her attitude.  I would never turn my back on this opponent.  If I did I would probably have to peel myself off the wall.  

I stalk with her in a tight circle and suddenly I lunge out with a move Mary showed me.  The old collar and elbow tie up.  That seems like a good place to start.  However, to my shock, Heidi squeals "Don't touch ME!"...steps to the side and let's my momentum carry me right into her oncoming thigh.  The blow knocks the wind from me, and as I double over, she grabs my hair and drags me face first into the mat.

THUDDDD!!!

The canvas burns as it scrapes across my nose and I gasp "fuckkkk!"  I blush when Heidi seems to laugh slightly, but then her arm slips around my neck and tightens.  Pulling my back to her chest as her leg slips across my body locking me against her.  "FUCKKK!"  I guess she doesn't mind touching me now!

"I'm going to snap your filty little neck bitch!"  She whispers in my ear but she doesn't try to break my neck.  Instead, she tries to choke me.  I gasp and squirm and slobber all over her...Okay, maybe I got a little melodramatic, but it's worth it when the referee inspects the hold and yells, "Break it Foster!  One....two....."  I pull away and roll toward the ropes.  My lungs burning from the choke.  

"It was totally LEGAL!  What the hell ref?!?!  You fucking her TOO?!?!"

Okay, that made me blush.  Who else is fucking the ref?  I wonder.....

I guess it doesn't matter, however.  I grab the ropes and pull myself to my feet and see Heidi on hers arguing with the referee.  I rush at her again...remembering how well it worked for me last time.  I lower my head to go for a tackle and take an elbow right in the forehead.  Staggering back, her boot drives into my midsection.  Seeing stars and gasping for air. This is starting to remind me of the Mawee Bee match....

I roll onto my tummy and try to push myself to my hands and knees.  I am getting the hell beat out of me by a whiny, spoiled rich bitch who is most likely one of the federation's biggest jobbers.  Maybe Mary was right.  I am not ready.  I glance in her direction, and see her looking at the floor shaking her head.  She's rubbing her temples like she has a migraine.  I have that effect on people.

I don't have much time to contemplate whether I am ready or not.  Heidi has apparently gotten over her phobia of touching me.  Her hand grips my ponytail and pulls me to my knees.  Once there, she unloads a hard knee right into my chest.  The blow knocks me backwards, but Heidi yanks on my hair to keep me upright.  Another knee to the chest, and then she lets me go, but I think it's only because the referee has gotten to 8 on his 10 count.  However, I am not safe yet.  A cute crimson boot slams between my shoulder blades, knocking me to the canvas.

"Not so tough now are ya, baby?"  Heidi's voice is no longer grating.  Now it is condescending.  This is the attitude I have always most associated with her.  The problem is, she usually attacks with her partners.  They have a bad habit of ganging up on their enemies.  The problem for me is Heidi apparently needs to partners to handle me.  She is kicking my ass pretty well on her own!

A hard tug and I am back on my knees.  A little yank and I am bent backwards.  One step and suddenly two powerful thighs clamp around my ears.  Next thing I know I am staring into the silky crimson crotch of my opponent's outfit!  My nose about half an inch from her most intimate anatomical features!  I should have about a thousand thoughts racing through my brain, but the only thing I can think of at this moment is, I hope she is wearing panties.  

One step back and I am sitting on my heels.  I must look a sight!  I guess Mary was right. I am not ready, and Heidi is going to prove that in spades!  

The taller blonde...oh I forget to mention, Heidi really is bigger than me.  Unlike Mawee, Heidi looks like an Amazon next to me.  Well, she looks like one now....with me sitting on my heels, bent backwards, with her crotch in my face (Literally!  She squats and suddenly my nose sinks in about an inch!).  Heidi might be 5'4"....looks around 6'4" right now....and she weighs around 240 lbs.  Okay, not really.  She might weigh 120...maybe a few pounds less.  But that's not the point!  She whines and cries, but this girl can wrestle!  She knows her stuff.  Okay, well maybe she doesn't, but she looks like it against me!

WHAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!

Since I am so totally outclassed, I simply try to regain my composure and survive.  This isn't going to be easy...considering I have my nose in my opponent's ass...but I have to try.  I tell myself this will be my last match.  

(Ya know....odd but the thought to tap out never crosses my mind.  I guess I really am too dumb for this after all)

When I get out of this, I will make a beeline to the dressing room, pack, leave, and never come back.  I will grab Tony and just go.  I should have learned from the Marie episode, but I have always been hardheaded.  Mary was right.  Even if I was ready for this match, I would never be ready to be the superstar Lorie wants me to be.  Maybe I don't have the talent to pull it off.  Maybe I don't have the talent to do anything.  Maybe I am a hopeless cause.

Anywho, things go from back to worse.  Heidi tires of scissoring my nose into her butt crack, so she step back...freeing my head...but she drops to one knee and put my nose into an even worse place....her armpit.  My boobs point at the ceiling and she lowers my shoulders so that pain ripples through my arched back.  Her arm tightens and begins to cut off the flow of blood to my head.  I actually know this hold.  During one of my training sessions, Mary got mad at me and put me in this.  It's called a Dragon Sleeper.  I took a nice long nap that afternoon.  Looks like I may be taking another one tonight.

Again, it never occurs to me to simply tap Heidi's thigh.  I mean....it's right there!  All I would have to do is tap.  The referee is standing in front of me saying something.  Looking back...I am pretty sure he is imploring me to submit.  However, I can't hear anything he is saying.  That and the crowd noise have been drowned out by the roaring in my ears.  It also doesn't help that one side of my head is mashed against Heidi's boob and they other ear is being smashed by her upper arm.  One thing I can do now, though, is look into Heidi's eyes.  I can't hear a word she is saying, but she is talking to me.  Talking to me plenty.  I should probably happy I don't know what she is saying, but I still have a pretty good idea what it is.  She is pretty much claiming ownership.  

I can't say I am in much of a position to dispute that right now.

Heidi clamps down on the sides of my neck...further limiting the blood flow to my brain.  Mary has said on many occasions that I don't have much blood flowing to my brain anyway, so this can't be good.  My eyelids begin to flutter and my breath gets shallow.  I am past the point of panic.  My head feels lighter and lighter by the moment, and the ref grabs my wrist, lifts it, and lets my arm fall limply to my side.  He lifts it a second time and lets go, but this time I keep it up, but it starts slowly drooping...just like my eyes.  I can tell by the frantic look on his face, he is literally begging me to give up.  Somewhere in the deep, dark recesses of my brain...something tells me he is probably right.  I didn't come here to get permanently damaged.  Something down there tells me to tap out before I black out.

Ha!  Almost unconscious and I can still make a rhyme!  One thing I always could do was cheer!  That's one thing I am good at...motherfuckers!

I lift my hand and reach toward Heidi's thigh, but just as I begin to tap....she lets me go and I flop to the mat with my heels under my butt.  She let me go.  

Did I tap?  Is it over?  Did I pass out?

I don't much think so.  I can still open my eyes, and Heidi is parading around the ring pointing and obviously mocking me!  Her fat ass even does a cheer!  What a bitch!

Pretty good moves, though.....

Anywho...I instantly hate her.

The match apparently isn't over.  The ref is checking me and when I can understand what he is saying, he asks, "Do you want to continue?"


Hell no!  I don't want to continue!  I want this nightmare to end!  But I nod my head up and down.  He steps back and when he does Heidi grabs my ankles and bends then 90 degrees then stomps on my tummy.  Following that, she drags me to the corner.  I don't resist much.  I can't.

A few more taunts...these I can hear...and she hooks her arms under my armpits and drags me to the turnbuckles.  She somehow manages to get my butt onto the second turnbuckle...then the top one...so that I am sitting on the top rope.  She steps up to the second one and locks my head under her arm.  I don't know what she has planned, but it can't be good.  All sorts of bad things can happen up here.  

I don't want to fall.

Please, don't let me fall.  

Maybe Heidi has some redeeming qualities.  She grabs the side of my shorts at the waistband and bunches them in her hand to keep me steady.  

She won't let me fall.

So sweet....

The way her arm has my head trapped I am looking at the mat.  I feel her weight shift, but I am not worried.  She is holding onto to me.  Maybe she really is my friend.

So sweet....

Her muscles tense and tighten.  

My new friend is really straining to make sure I don't fall.

She strains so hard to keep my from falling that my butt comes off the top turnbuckle.  

So sweet....

Then I realize what she is going to do!

Heidi is decidedly not my friend.

Fuck sweet!  This bitch is crazy!

She leans back to pull me into a suplex off the top rope and in a moment of panic I suddenly push my shoulder into her chest and shove with my feet.  I have to get off these ropes!

Next thing I know we are falling.  

SHIT!

One of two things will happen here.  She will drive the top of my head into the mat and make it pop like a balloon...or she will bend my head under and snap my neck.

Damn my fear!

Neither of those things happens, however.  For some reason,  she lets go of my head and when we land...I land on top of her.  I actually feel her breath rush from her lungs.  Because of the way she was holding me, her legs are up at a 90 degree angle and for some reason I grab them both under the knees and pull forward.  The force of the impact bounces me onto her chest and I lean forward putting all 107 lbs of me onto her shoulder and neck.  The referee drops to his knees in front of me and lifts his hand and slams it down once.....twice.....my hand grips Heidi's trademark silk stockings and pulls her butt toward her head.....the ref's hand falls a third time.  

The next thing I know he is standing and waving toward one side of the ring then he is patting me on the shoulder.  Heidi finally manages to kick me off her, but as she gets to her feet...the referee steps between us and yells something in my direction.

What did he say?

I'm so confused....

He grabs my wrist and pulls my arm over my head.  He shouts again...."WINNER!"

I look at him in utter amazement.  It doesn't hit me until the announcer says over the PA:

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN....YOUR WINNER AT THE 13 MINUTE 32 SECOND MARK OF THE MATCH.....CHEERLEADER JONI THE CAJUN QUEEN!!!

My eyes nearly bulge out of my head and I keep my arm up even after the referee lets it go.  A feeling of joy that I can't readily explain washes over me.  Tony and Mary are in the ring by now...Tony is dancing around like he won the lottery.  Mary is shaking her head in disbelief.  

Heidi...on the other hand...is inconsolable.  

"NOOOOOOO!!!!!  She screams in frustration and anger.  "SHE CHEATED!!!"  She even tries to show the referee how I cheated by theatrically grabbing her own suit and pulling them so tight they ride into her ass giving her a wedgie so painful she yelps and comes at me.  One glance from Mary, however, stops her in her tracks.  

In response to all of this, the referee again points at me and shouts, "WINNER!"

It takes another moment, but the realization really begins to sink it.  I WON!  I BEAT HEIDI!  

Maybe I am a superstar in the making.

Great job
Super well done
Come on Joni
Let's score another one!

I guess I really made a spectacle after my first victory celebration.  I am pretty sore now, but at the time, I was turning cartwheels in the ring, running from corner to corner, and screaming and shouting.  The crowd liked it.  It was like they were watching me at Tony's club.  Only then didn't throw dollar bills at me.

Boo!

Anywho, Mary looked disgusted when she finally got me to leave the ring.  However, as I stepped down, I caught a glimpse of Lorie's face, and I will never forget the look of smug satisfaction I saw.  I think she really believes a star is being born.

Our spirit...is outta control
Let it roll, let it roll, let it roll!


Later in the dressing room, I am still jubilant.  I WON!  Mary, on the other hand, isn't sharing in my excitement.

"You got lucky."

"I know!  Isn't it great?!?!"

"Great?"  The look of utter frustration on her face causes my mood to darken a little.  "She was about to snap your spine.  You were on the verge of losing to one of the biggest jobbers in the federation.  You were losing badly."  A look of sympathy....almost, "Joni, you are not ready.  You are going to get hurt...."

Her words fade out when the door opens and an excited Lorie rushes in!  

"You're a HIT!  You are about to go PRIMETIME!  Your next match will be our feature event on the Friday Night line up!"

Mary's ominous warning is now forgotten.  This star is burning bright.

Jam!
Say what? Say what?
Jam!
That's what we do!
We Jam!
We do for you!
We turn around, touch the ground
Get back up, and Jam it down!

 ;) As always awesome work!!!

Tony
xoxo

a true gem , thank you , your portrait of Heidi is just as I imagine her. Thank you for that too.

In admiration

J P

Quote from: Jonica on May 01, 2013, 07:14:14 PMShe says I never had a chance against Marie, even though I got in some lucky moves.  "Marie would take you apart in a rematch right now.  Probably would several years down the road."

The author of this story has a firm grasp of the obvious. :D

Terrific work, as always, Joni.



Marie

Ah, Joni! A great win against Heidi - doesn't matter how - trust me - a win is a WIN! Woopee!  ;D ;)

Hugs
Katja

Well, you reeled me in again! This was an AWESOME chapter on so many levels!

The way you captured Ho-Ho-Heidi's (sorry for the stutter) annoying whiney spoiled obnoxious personality so perfectly.... the classic Ho-Ho-Heidi (there it is again) pissy hissy fit..... the buildup, the dialogue, the match itself, EVERYTHING proves what I've been telling everybody forever! A Joni story is always like a Master Class in writing!  :-* :-* :-*

Am I being too selfish to ask for....no, to DEMAND the next chapter as soon as possible???

Love ya, peeshwank!

hugggzzz 'n xoxo

~Laurie~

PS - Shut up, Marie!

Quote from: Laurie Breeze on May 04, 2013, 04:46:43 PM
Well, you reeled me in again! This was an AWESOME chapter on so many levels!

The way you captured Ho-Ho-Heidi's (sorry for the stutter) annoying whiney spoiled obnoxious personality so perfectly.... the classic Ho-Ho-Heidi (there it is again) pissy hissy fit..... the buildup, the dialogue, the match itself, EVERYTHING proves what I've been telling everybody forever! A Joni story is always like a Master Class in writing!  :-* :-* :-*

Am I being too selfish to ask for....no, to DEMAND the next chapter as soon as possible???

Love ya, peeshwank!

hugggzzz 'n xoxo

~Laurie~

PS - Shut up, Marie!

Ummmmmmmm hello?!?! You girls know I DO see what you're saying!!!!

So yeah, what did I think of the story? In some ways it was accurate. I certainly dominated you most of the match! *giggles* But that ending? Getting a totally cheap victory over me? I guess that's accurate...In so much as that's the ONLY way you could win....Even if it IS only fiction!!  ;D ;D ;D ;D

Everyone knows that in the REAL world you AND Laurie don't stand a chance against me and my Silk Stockings Girls...Just sayin'!!

Hugs and kisses and glitter,
Heidi Foster

Heidi,

I had to scrub my ears with Ajax after getting inside your head to come up with that hot mess, but thanks for agreeing to be part of it!  I know it was pure fiction...everyone knows you fight about as well as Mawee Bee...so I had to take liberties with your style.  The outcome of your chapter was true to life though!

Thanks again!

J
xoxo

Great story Jonica!! I can't wait to read the next part. You are really really good!!!

Joni
another excellent chapter.

Quote from: NJDiva11086 on May 15, 2013, 04:54:28 PM
I wonder when the next exciting chapter comes out!!

It's coming.

:D

Waiting.....not very patiently!

;)  ;D   8)   :-*

xoxo

~L~

Confessions of a Reformed Cheerleader, Chapter 3
By Jonica

"Oh shit!  C'mon Mary...pleaseeeeeee!!!!"

Her thighs dig into my sides and her arm tightens around my throat, closing off my windpipe and effectively cutting off my words.

"As I was saying.....this is a dragon sleeper/body scissors combo," her voice takes on an almost sing-song quality as she continues to taunt/teach me.

My bare feet scoot back and forth...side to side...and slap the mat wildly.  My hands claw at her upper arm which responds by getting tighter.  I can feel her breath on my sweaty throat.  We have been training for almost three hours.  I don't know if my body can take much more punishment.  Mary's idea of training is to inflict as much pain as humanly possible...the survey the wreckage.  

I squirm so hard that my spandex shorts ride into the crack of my ass and my sports bra slides off my breasts...baring them to anyone watching.  

"Oh come on Joni!  I know you used to be a stripper, but you don't have to demonstrate technique here."  She leans to her right...putting more weight on my trapped throat and jamming her right leg harder into my side.  "Get out of the hold and we can call it a day."

A tear runs down my cheek and I continue to buck and squirm, but then the only real option I have available...unless you call being choked unconscious an option...becomes clear to me.  I reach up and lightly tap Mary's arm to signal my submission.

"Fuck!"  Her voice echoes around the rafters.

Chapter 2 (A Squash Job?)

We are the best!
The other team is a mess!
We go up, they go down!
Replace their smile with a frown!
GOOOOOOOOO TEAM!

"What the hell is up with her?"  Lorie asks Tony while watching me run from one end of the large practice facility doing backhand springs and cheering animatedly.  Sweat pours from my body and my cheeks glow with perspiration and blush deep red from exertion.  "She has a match tonight.  No need to needlessly tire herself out."

Tony shrugs sheepishly and replies, "She drank a Red Bull and ate a sugar cookie.  She'll calm down in a little while.  Lorie watches me do some somersaults then a barrel roll.  She shakes her head and walks toward her office...nodding for Mary and Tony to meet her.

The door clicks shut behind her and she latches it to ensure no one will barge in.  "Mary, I know you don't think very highly of your new protege," Lorie begins...looking out her office window as I do more backhand springs across the mats, "She is rather peculiar, but she is exactly what the federation needs.  Looks...athleticism *pointing at me doing another backflip* and not very many brains.  "She is perfect for the demographic we need to attract."

"Lorie...she is...." Mary begins, but Lorie cuts her off by raising her hand.  

"Make it work, Mary.  You made Marie a champion.  You can do it again."

"But Marie had the brains to pull it off.  This one....not so much...."

"Make it happen," Lorie's eyes lock on Mary's.  The tension in the room so thick you could cut it with a knife.  "Your future could depend on it."

Anger flares in Mary's cheeks, but before she can respond, Lorie turns to Tony and says, "Keep her away from the sugar cookies and Red Bull," as I barrel roll into a stack of aerobic steps sending them clattering noisily to the floor.

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I take a deep breathe and look in the mirror.  The federation really outdid themselves to get me ready for my very first televised match!  A glittery gold top with purple trip forming an X between my boobs.  The elastic trim outlining the bottom and neckline as well as the short sleeves.  The arms cut very short and wide allowing my armpits and the side of my cleavage exposed.  The bottom hem just under my breasts allowing my tummy to be exposed.  The matching booty shorts are glittery purple with gold trim.  My trademark (or what will become my trademark...lol) XOXO stenciled on my butt in gold letters.  A cute little gold fleur de lis on my crotch.  The wrestling shoes they came up are pretty much the same thing I had been wearing except they are a lot taller...made by Converse...which makes me happy!  They are a very cute gold, purple, and white checkerboard pattern.  The laces in the right boot are purple...gold in the left.  The outfit is completed with a very short skirt...of course it is gold with purple trim to match the top.  The best part are the purple pom-pons I will carry to the ring with me!  

This is fantastic!

Sit in the car
Press on the gas
Move aside
Let the Tigers pass!

Poor Tony can't tear his eyes off me.  "You look....great!"  He says in a meek voice.  I know he wishes I was barefooted, but you have to have special permission from the federation for that.  I like my toes intact...thank you very much.

"Did you bring a sugar cookie?"  I ask with a slight giggle and he has to refrain from laughing out loud.  

"You sure you want me as your manager?"  He asks suddenly, "I mean...this is the big time and I....am....small time..."

I lower my head then cut my eyes to him.  I know I don't take many things seriously, but this I do.  I put one hand on his cheek and caress lightly.  "If not for you...I wouldn't be here.  That's the truth.  I'd probably be dead now.  You are my manager.  You always will be....if Lorie has a problem with that then I will walk out the door."

I say that flat and emphatic.  I rarely get that serious.  I think he knows I mean every word of it.  Before he can respond, though, there is a knock on the door.  "It's time," a male voice states loudly.  I smile and look into Tony's eyes then I raise on my tippy toes and kiss him lightly on the cheeks.  "Let's have some fun!"  I giggle and head for the door.

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The arena is dark with one spotlight showing...directly on me!  Tony and I walk thorugh the curtain and the arena suddenly erupts.  The song I chose for my entrance blares over the PA...."So What?" by Pink (cause I am a rock star!)...as we start down the aisle.  I try not to focus on the television cameras along the way but I can't resist blowing a little kiss into one.  This seems to be a popular move because the crowd erupts in cheers...one guy even offers to marry me!  It's then I notice my entrance is being featured on the large Jumbotron over the ring.  I really have made the bigtime.

I step through the ropes and into the ring.  I do what is becoming a patented cheer routine which sends the crowd into another frenzy.  They almost tear the upper deck down when I perform a backhand spring.   But then they go silent as the lights dim again and the spotlight shines on the same opening in the curtains.  Some sort of rap song begins playing.  I wonder who my opponent will be?  Surely it will be someone I can beat...since I am the future of the federation.  I am sure they will give me an easy match.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!  HER OPPONENT FOR THE EVENING ALSO HAILS FROM THE GREAT STATE OF LOUISIANA....BY WAY OF TEXAS..."

I sense something might be amiss when Tony's shoulders suddenly slump and he quietly says, "Oh shit....."

"PLEASE WELCOME THE ONE AND ONLY HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD......KATRINA THE DIVA!!!"

I nearly pee my cute little outfit!  Did he say "heavyweight champion?"  I am a "paperweight!"  This has to be a mistake.  I turn quickly to Lorie, but she is applauding as a big shadow makes her way down the aisle toward the ring.  

"Oh shit...." Tony says again...this time a little louder.

"Oh shit...what?" I ask tugging on his sleeve.  

"You're dead," is all he manages to eek out before I no longer pay any attention.  My opponent has reached the ring and he is right...I'm dead.  

She's huge!

My eyes fix on the big gold belt wrapped around her waist.  As she takes it off she points at me...then at that belt and shakes her head from side to side and laughs.  The she turns her back on me!  I was told from day one that you never turn your back on your opponent!  Never!  I did that very thing to Marie and got knocked out the ring.  However, Katrina just does it like she has no worries in the world.  Perhaps she shouldn't.  She is at least five inches taller than I am and she has to outweigh me by forty pounds!

"She's 5'7" and weighs 155 lbs," Tony whispers in my ear.  Thanks for proving me right and wrong!  She is five inches taller but she weighs 45 lbs more than me!

The PA announcer adds for good measure: "THIS IS A NON-TITLE MATCH!"  

Maybe that will be good for me.  Katrina might not try so hard if her precious belt isn't on the line.  Ugh!

Katrina may be big, but she isn't fat.  She is also gorgeous.  Her brown hair pulled back and fluffed into a ponytail to accentuate her cute face and smooth dark brown skin.  Her curves highlighted perfectly by her green two piece attire and black wrestling boots.  I suddenly find myself alone in the ring as Tony pats me on the shoulder and says, "Good luck..."

He wants to add..."You're gonna need it" but he has the class not to do so.  

The referee almost looks sympathetic as he goes through the motions of patting us down for weapons (wish I had a tire iron) and explaining the rules.  The he suddenly motions for the bell and I really do find myself alone in the ring with this behemoth!

I bite my lower lip and then rush across the ring and land the most beautiful dropkick you have ever seen!

The crowd erupts and the outburst of noise is deafening!  Even I can't believe it when the champ lands on her back with a stunned look on her face!  But I am already moving...scrambling to my feet, I bounce off the ropes and deliver a second dropkick...this one right between her shoulder blades.  She jolts forward then rolls to her side grabbing the bottom rope.  Because of this, the referee steps in and makes me go to the far corner.  Rules are rules.


I stalk from side to side...my nerves edgy but I feel more comfortable than I did before.  I drew first blood...so to speak.  I took her by surprise.  She is big but I have to be quicker.  It's the law of physics.  

The referee steps back to give her room to get to her feet.  As soon as he steps away, I rush in again.  Trying to stay at an angle to keep her off balance.  My knee doesn't land solid, but it doesn't have to.  This is another hit and run tactic as I am already moving to the side toward the corner.  "Agghhhh FUCK!!!" she yells as my knee lift does land....right on the outside of her thigh.  She leans over and rubs the spot.  I move in again and try to slip behind her.  Bouncing off the ropes...I leap into the air and grab the top rope for leverage and kick her with both feet in the small of the back.

Again the crowd goes nuts!  On their feet sensing they are witnessing something great!  Katrina takes a step forward.  Her back bent inward.  Dropping to her knees, she leans forward...one hand on her lower back and the other balancing herself with her head down.  Not wasting a moment...I rush at her again...leap across her body, grab her hair on the way down and pull her into a face plant....right in the middle of the ring.  The vibration and jarring of her hitting the mat almost makes the referee lose his balance.  I can tell by the look on his face he was definitely not expecting this!

While she is stunned, I grab her arm and roll her onto her back.  I hook one leg with my arm and roll all my weight onto her chest and shoulders.  The stunned ref looks bewildered for a moment, but then he drops to his knees and slaps the mat....once....twice...raises his arm...then I am tossed to the side like a sack of potatoes.  I roll angrily to my knees then  my feet!  So close!  If that asshole had been paying attention I would have had her!  

The crowd knows it too!  They litter the ring with popcorn buckets and red Solo cups.

I slap the mats before getting up and I glare at the referee.  He realizes he made a mistake because he is blushing a deep scarlet.  He has an "I'm sorry" look that makes me almost forgive him.  Almost.

I turn back to Katrina to devise a plan to finish her off for real but I am met with a boot to the cheek that nearly decapitates me.  I land on my back with such a thud that I actually bounce and hit again.  The next moment is a big hazy mess.  I remember being pulled up by the hair.  I remember the flash of the crowd as I am hoisted into the air.  I remember falling.  I remember stopping abruptly.  I don't remember much after that.  However, Katrina slams my back across her outstretched knee and my screams fill the arena.  What I sight I must have been for the television audience....my cute little purple and gold bottoms riding up the crack of my ass while Katrina tries to break me across her knee.  

Well, she tries for a minute or so, but I guess she got tired of that.  I yanks me off her leg and sweeps me off my feet and scoop slams me hard to the mat.  She follows this by running into the ropes and dropping her huge leg cross my chest as she comes back.  Then I am yanked up again...I wonder how much hair I have left...then I am tossed into the ropes.  As I come back, she scoops me up again and this time power slams me into the canvas.  If she were to pin me now, I wouldn't kick out...I couldn't.  However, she has other ideas.  Again, I am pulled off my feet and this time I thrown so hard into the corner...back first...the ring might have moved a few inches.  I slump toward the mat but her huge body crashes into mine...pinning me against the turnbuckles.  

Sweat runs down my body and my outfit suddenly seems constraining.  Katrina is sweating too, but she no longer has the concerned look she had earlier.  "Thought ya could sneak one out, huh?"  She taunts the delivers a hard chop across my chest.  The slapping sound echoing through the arena.  "Not today you stupid bitch.  You fucked with the wrong one this time little girl," a second slap nearly lifts me off the feet.  The I am hiptossed out of the corner onto my back in the middle of the ring.  I land so hard I lift almost onto my knees and grab my back before flopping down again.  

I put my hands on the mat and try to push up but a hard kick to the ribs rolls me onto my side then another takes me onto my back.  I roll over and a hand grasps my hair and pulls me into a sitting position.  "Nice try bitch, but...no, fuck that.  It wasn't even a nice try!"

She pulls me to my feet and hooks her arms behind my back under my armpits.  She pulls us together chest to chest then she twists her hips and I am swept off my feet.  My back slams to the mat but I can't recoil.  She lands right on top of me driving the wind from my lungs.  Again, a pin would be easy, but she still has other ideas.  Pulling me to my feet, she rams her fist into my belly and traps my head between her legs.  I've seen this move at least 100 times but I have no idea how it feels...except it has to hurt.  However, I don't feel a thing except my feet suddenly lifted high over my head as I am inverted then the bottom of the world falls away.  I wake up a short time later still in the ring.  Katrina is apparently long gone.  Tony is checking on me and Mary is reading the referee the riot act for his earlier count.  I don't remember the walk to the locker room, but I do remember waking up in the shower.  My head, neck and shoulders aching so badly that I slump down.

"Alright...out ya go!"

A big hand and a surprisingly familiar voice pull me out of the shower.  My wrestling outfit sodden and plastered to my aching body.  I am pulled to my feet then I cringe so hard I almost fall back into the shower and hit my head, but Katrina's hand keeps me up.  "Hey girl!  I just wanted to congratulate you!  YOU ALMOST BEAT ME!  That dumbass ref cost you!  I got lucky!"  To my surprise she grabs me in a huge bearhug and holds me tight.  "Welcome to the federation!  Lorie might be right.  You are what we need to fix things"

Then she smiles and leaves the room.  Tony and I stare at each other for a moment and then I slump into a chair and hold my foot up so he can help me with my boots.  When I am completely naked, Mary bursts in and says, "Monday!  We start bright and early.  6 am.  No ifs, ands, or buts about it.  You just might be the star we are looking for.  You can't practice for shit, but you sure do leave an impression in the ring."

Then she turns and goes.  This time Tony has to physically carry me to the shower.  I hurt so damn bad.

Joni, you had me twisting and turning from that story, trying to figure out where you were going with it. At first, I thought you were setting us up to see you beaten, what with your description of how big and powerful Katrina was. Then, I figured you were going to pull an upset with your fast-moving tactics. Finally, you had me thinking you were going to find a way to win even after Katrina seemed to be turning the tables on you.

Never could figure it out.....that's what made it such a terrific story.

Quote from: Jonica on May 28, 2013, 04:51:40 PM"Oh come on Joni!  I know you used to be a stripper...

As I always thought. ::)




Marie

Wow, very exciting! A great win there against the 'heavyweight' Katrina - LOL!  ::) ;) :D

Hugs
Kayla

(I'm moving the comment I posted in the 'Squash Job' thread over here where it belongs)


Joni, the series just keeps getting better 'n better! I thought nothing could top the Heidi "pissy hissy fit" fight but you proved me wrong. You keep raising the bar, I can only imagine what the next chapter will bring!

I would have posted earlier but I had to change 'n wash up. Y'see, you made me spit up my Carnation drink when I laughed at the "She drank a Red Bull and ate a sugar cookie" bit. That is so you! I can totally picture you not only writing it, but doing it too. The attention to detail, the little things you throw in to make yer stories so unique. (NOTE TO SELF: Don't drink or eat anything while reading a Joni story!)

The fight itself was amazing, not what I expected. I figured "Joni the cheerleader" wouldn't have a snowball's chance in hell against Katrina. But it wasn't a squash job (I'll shut up now before someone screams out 'Spoiler Alert!').

Thank you for another awesome adventure into yer crazy wild wonderful Cajun mind! It's a hell of a trip 'n I want front row seats for the next ride!

hugggzzz 'n xoxo

~Laurie~

PS - Shut up, Marie!

Confessions of a Reformed Cheerleader, Chapter 4
By Jonica

I bury my forehead into the pillow and open my mouth to scream.  My body tenses and my hands claw at the fitted sheet stretched across the mattress.  I grip is so hard it slides loose at the headboard.  I low guttural howl builds in my throat while I try to hold back the inevitable eruption building in my body.  I close my eyes tightly as the force behind me pushes the crown of my head against the headboards with a thump.  "Nhhhhggggghhhh," I moan lightly from the impact.  His hands feel warm on my sides as my hips begin to wiggle and squirm against the coming tide.  I open my eyes and moan again.  His thighs pound the backs of my legs mercilessly.  A rhythmic slapping sound echoes throughout the room and mixes with our sighs, groans, moans, and growls to form a kind of symphony of ecstasy.   Finally, my body tenses one more time and I can hold it back no longer.  The burning eruption comes in short bursts accompanied by little yips, "Oh" and "oh" and "oh" and "oh," over and over.  My body rocks and wriggles until the tide begins to seep away.  I relax and roll to my side....his strong hands guiding me.

A little while later we are lying sideways...my butt pushed into his tummy...his hand resting on my hip.  I have since caught my breath and I lay still enjoying the sounds in the room.  I close my eyes and whisper, "Wonderful...."

He replies, "Yes...."

I smile and begin to nod off, but then my eyes open again and I ask, "But how is this part of my wrestling training?"

A short moment goes by, then Tony replies, "W-well....it's aerobic conditioning....

Split the "V"
Dot the "I"
Curl that "C"
T-O-R-Y, T-O-R-Y

Chapter Four:  Charting the Course

"It's time to step up her activity, Mary," Lorie says to the small group assembled in her office.  The group consists of her...the federation manager, Mary....my wrestling teacher and biggest critic, Tony...my manager, and a myriad of underlings and hanger's on.  The group all agrees that the federation needs to exploit my inexplicable popularity, but they aren't quite sure how to do it.  Lorie refers to me as the "New Face" of the league (a prospect that has angered many of the other wrestlers).  However, in my short time here, they haven't figured out if I should be a "face" (explained to me as a goody type) or a "heel" (the bad one).  Mary and Tony think I should be a "face" until I at least get more experience.  Lorie wants me to try both angles.  Since she and her nameless entourage are the rulers of the federation, that is just what will happen.

"Do you have an opponent in mind?"  Mary asks Lorie after a short pause.

"You don't seem to like the idea, Mary.  Her next opponent really doesn't matter."  Lorie retorts.  

"You are going to get her hurt.  She's lucky Katrina didn't smear her all over the mat.  She will if they wrestle again."

"Mary, Joni has shown great promise.  Ratings are up.  Souvenir sales are at an all time high.  It's time to use her to her fullest potential!"

"You mean it's time to exploit her until someone new comes along."

This exchange goes back and forth until it finally boils over into the two former champions standing nose to nose yelling at each other.  It takes a full minute for the crowd to separate them.  

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY OFFICE!!!"  Lorie demands, "Sadie!  Sadie will be her next opponent.  Friday night!"  

The room goes quiet.  Mary looks at her with mouth agape, "Sadie?"  She shakes her head, "Sadie has been wrestling since she was 9 years old.  In case you haven't noticed, that's ten years longer than Joni."  Mary shakes her head again, "She will decimate your new 'face.'"

"Mary...the match will be Friday night.  You underestimate your protege.  Now get out."  She emphasizes that the conversation is over by turning her desk chair to stare out at the Mississippi.  


I never really understood politics of any kind, and it's no different here.  I don't want to argue about which course I should take in my new career.  All I know is I am making a boatload of money for the first time in my life and I don't want that to end.

"I don't know her."

Tony thinks for a moment and says, "Well...she was one of the stars of the promotion but she left for a tour of Japan about a year since we arrived.  She's very talented.  She's also a vicious heel."

I look at her promotional photo again.  

"Really?  Her?  A heel?"  I cut my eyes at Tony, "She looks like the sweet girl who lives next to my grandma."

"That's how she suckers you in.  She acts all sweet and innocent.  She doesn't talk much.  Then she cheats like a five dollar hooker."

I squint my eyebrows trying to think what a five dollar hooker does to cheat, but Tony cuts me off before I can say anything, "She's really good.  Championship material good.  She's only 19 years old."

I look at him quizzically, "Only 19?  How can she be THAT good?"

"I guess you will just have to learn the hard way."

The conversation ends with a knock on the door.  "You're up, Joni."  A voice calls from outside.  I smile sweetly at Tony, "Time to get win number two," and I walk into the corridor leading to the arena with him in tow.

Sadie is already in the ring when I make my way down the aisle.  The chorus of cheers tells me that I really am the fan favorite tonight.  I am wearing what is becoming my trademark purple two piece outfit with gold trim...the colors of my beloved Louisiana State University Bayou Bengals.  A pair of ankle high wrestling boots complete the outfit.  

Tony holds my hand and steadies me as I walk up the steps to the ring apron.  I take a deep breath and step between the middle and bottom rope, then I do what is becoming another hallmark of my performances...I smile sweetly and perform a series of backhand springs across my side of the ring.  I come up with my hands raised over my head and the crowd goes wild!  My smile is genuine.  I am quickly overcoming my fear of wrestling in front of crowds.

Across the ring, Sadie rolls her eyes and tries to look relaxed.  She is basically posing...showing off her incredible body with her elbows resting on the top ropes.  The announcer begins his introductions and confirms that we are pretty much even in height and weight.  She is an inch taller than my 5'2" but we weigh almost the same at 112 lbs.  He annouces that she is from Alabama.  Now that is very interesting!  Everyone knows the intensity of the LSU/Alabama rivalry is second to none in the South.  She even looks like a country girl from Alabama...at least she dresses the part.  For her ring attire she has chosen a black sports bra and a pair of cutoff blue jeans cut extremely high in the legs...a genuine pair of Daisy Duke's!  A pair of short, black wrestling boots finish the outfit.  Again I think, there is no way she can be a heel!  She looks like the prom queen.  Well....if Bumfuck, Alabama has a prom queen, that is.

The referee goes through his normal pre-match routine of patting us down for weapons or foreign objects...which is basically his way of getting a free shot at fondling us.  When he is finished, he walks to the middle of the ring and motions for the bell.  I take a deep breath and move out of my corner.  My tummy is suddenly tied into knots when Tony's words of warning come back to me.  How good can she be?

We circle and close the gap between us.  Her eyes shine with a bright glow that says she loves this and she loves the thrills found here.  She raises her hands and wiggles her fingers at me.  I take this as an invitation to test our strength against each other.  My hands raise to meet her and our fingers interlock.  We begin pushing against each other.  The muscles in our arms and neck strain and it becomes apparent that we are pretty much evenly matched in the strength department, but too my surprise I get a little momentum going and she takes a step back.  I press the sudden advantage and step forward....right into the sole of her boot...which sinks deep into my tummy.

My eyes open wide as well as my mouth.  The air is driven from my lungs from the unexpected kick to the belly.  I drop to my knees as Tony's admonition rings in my ears, "She cheats like a five dollar hooker."

I don't get much time to ruminate on his warning because Sadie has her hand in my hair.  Her voice echoes throughout the arena when she taunts, "Idiot!" then snaps a knee into my chest.  The blow knocks me onto my back.  I begin to roll toward the ropes, but she snares one of my feet and pulls me back toward the middle of the ring.  Then she stops and kicks the toe of her boot into my hamstring.  

"Aggghhhh!!!"  I scream from the sharp, stinging pain and I yank my foot trying to pull it free, but she plants her boot on my tummy and twists my foot causing pain to rocket through my ankle and into my knee.  

"I always knew you Cajun twats were worthless," she continues to taunt.  She lifts her boot and slams it onto my tummy.  I squirm and try to pull my leg free again but she twists my foot violently causing me to gasp then scream so loud the crowd goes silent.

"NGGGHHHHHHAAAAGHHHH!!!!"

I guess even they realize I am outclassed in this one.

But then a funny thing happens.  Remember when I said I am not into politics?  I was filled in about the entire conversation between the interested parties.  I know that Mary...my coach...doesn't think much of me.  I know Lorie wants me to succeed...but only for the good of the federation.  I think Tony sincerely likes me.  The rest are looking at the bottom line.  All I know is I want to earn more money and have fun doing it.  I won't be earning much money at all if Sadie breaks my foot off...which is what she seems to be trying to do.  Also, I won't last much longer here if I don't start showing improvement.  They will find another "face of the federation" and I will be back to dancing on polls.  The funny thing is that I no longer feel the pain...even though it feels like my foot is being torn off.  It seems to focus me on the task at hand.  It makes me angry.  It makes me want to beat Sadie until she pees herself.  It makes me want to win.

The boot of my free leg draws back then slams forward against Sadie's balancing knee.  The look on her face tells me the move worked.  She releases my foot and falls onto her side.  I quickly scramble away and get to my knees.  I stand and nearly fall back down from the damage done to my own foot, but I regain my balance and stare at my opponent as she rocks from side to side holding her knee.

"Oh fuck!"  I think I say it aloud.  I truly hope I didn't cripple her!  But she puts my fears to rest when she rolls onto all fours and starts to get to her feet.  I waste no time...I'm still pissed about damn near everything...in rushing her and kicking her in the ribs like a football placekicker.  She rolls onto her back holding her ribs.  A dark bruise forms where the toe of my boot landed and her hands try to cover that area.  She grabs the ropes and begins to pull herself to her knees and I run in again.  This time...the top of my boot slaps against her side and lower back.  She falls onto her butt and tries to grab the ropes again.  The referee pushes me back and orders me to my corner, but fuck him!  She started this shit!  Plus I have to prove I am one of the top talents here!

I push back by the referee and grab Sadie's hair just before she can slip out of the ring.  

Anger can be a powerful motivator.  It can also be a huge downfall.  I learn that last lesson painfully when Sadie reacts to me grabbing her hair by slamming an elbow into my crotch.  The low blow stops my surge of momentum in it's tracks.  I bend over suddenly and slam my knees together.  Back peddling, my hands go to my aching crotch.  I feel the sudden urge to vomit.  I make it all the way into the corner and rest my butt on the middle turnbuckle.  

By this time, Sadie is on her feet rushing at me.  Another surge of anger washes over me and I forget about the pain in my lower abdomen.  I push out of the corner and meet her charge.  She has a slight momentum advantage but due to my position on the turnbuckle, I am lower, therefore, I have a slight leverage advantage.  These circumstances lead to us meeting in the middle and coming to a dead stop.

This federation is all about wrestling.  We are professionals who pride ourselves on training to be the best in our chosen field.  We are athletes who love competing and love the thrills associated with human combat.  Now...with that said...Sadie is probably one of the most talented wrestlers I will ever face.  She is only 19 but she has the ring acumen of someone much older.  She may have the skill and determination of Mary, and the strength to match up with Lorie.  I...on the other hand...have been described as a diamond in the rough.  I don't have much skill, but I make up for it in will and determination.  Lorie says I have the best ring presence she has ever seen...although I am sure she is lying.  However...at the moment none of that makes a difference.  When we slam together in the middle of the ring, the rules of wrestling suddenly get tossed out the window and we literally fight like two cats in a confined space!

We spit, growl, curse, and roll around like two high schoolers fighting over a boyfriend as the beleaguered referee tries to separate us.  My top gets ripped in the wild melee and hers gets pulled down to her bellybutton.  After a few minutes, the ref finally manages to pull us apart and stand between us until we back into our respective corners.  I glance outside the ring and see Tony staring in wide-eyed fascination.  Mary has her forehead resting on one hand and she is shaking her head slowly from side to side.  Lorie, though, is smiling from ear to ear because the crowd is cheering wildly.  The excitement in the arena is palpable.  The place is truly rocking!

The referee gives a few moments to get our composure then he steps aside and says, "Wrestle!"

Slowly we move out of our corners and circle each other.  The anger we both felt earlier has been replaced with steely determination.  We both not only want to win this match....we have to win this match.

This time I make the first move.  I step to one side the when she reacts I quickly step back the other way.  My right arm sneaks out and loops around her head.  I move back in the other direction and I pull her cheek hard against my side in a classic side headlock.  I have decided to try and wrestle using the methods Mary has taught me...hopefully this will calm me and let me out wrestle the cheater.  However, I forgot that Sadie is one of the most talented grapplers in the federation...or so they keep telling me.  I twist my hips and drive my side into her tummy.  Twisting back the other way, I execute a perfect hip toss that that drops me right on top of Sadie.  But remember my earlier comment about her grappling skill?  When I land...she pushes up with her hips and creates enough momentum to roll me onto my shoulders in a variation of the small package pin.  I kick my feet wildly to escape, but Sadie grabs the back of my shorts to help her keep my shoulders down.  The referee slaps the mat...once....twice.....but stops when I hook my foot under the rope.  He immediately calls for Sadie to break the pin.  

We both get to our feet and glare at each other.  The crowd has grown silent so they can settle in and see the rest of the show.  Sweat runs down my nose and the harsh overhead lights beat down on the bare flesh on my body.  I wipe my forehead and try to dry my hand on my spandex shorts then I react to the onrushing Sadie.  She grabs my wrist before I can pull away and twists my arm painfully while pulling it straight.  My elbow points at the ceiling, and...in turn...I have to bend forward at the hips to keep her from pulling my arm out of it's socket.  I spread my feet to get a good defensive base, but she kicks me in the armpit with the toe of her boot.  I hiss, "Bitch!" and drop to one knee.  She responds by twisting my arm again.

I look up briefly and see shadow of concern in Tony's eyes, but Mary seems interested in the match again.  Lorie still has her wide smile.  Another twist of my wrist and I nearly faceplant on the mat.  However, this is all I need to be able to reach the ropes.  My freehand grabs on for dear life and the referee calls for the break.

Sadie breaks the hold cleanly and starts to step away, but then she changes course and grabs my hair...twists her hands in deep...and pulls back so hard that I land on my shoulder blades.  The back of my head snaps against the mat making me see stars for a moment.  The referee backs her into the corner and allows me to get to my knees.  I shake the cobwebs out of my head and try to clear the fog, but before I can, Sadie is rushing at me again.  

Her body slams into mine and we topple through the ropes and land on the floor outside the ring.  We roll over a couple times with our arms fighting to lock the other but then she shoves me and I slam back first into the steel divider between the ring and the audience.  I fall forward with my back arched inward and Sadie grabs my hair and pulls me face first into the ring apron.  Again, I see stars.  Bright pretty ones.  A fist to the kidneys then I slump to the floor as she climbs back into the ring.  She watches from a corner as the referee begins to count me out.  

By the time he gets to four...I am on my feet, rubbing my forehead.  By the time he gets to six...I am climbing onto the apron.  When he gets to eight, I roll back into the ring breaking the count.  The ring vibrates under me and I know Sadie is coming.  I look just as she leaves her feet for a body splash.  I twist my upper body and push off the mat with my knees and hips.  Rolling to the side just as she makes contact.  I use her momentum against her as we roll over and I push my weight against her butt and the backs of her legs.  I roll her into a picture perfect matchbook pin.  The ref's hand slaps the mat once....Sadie's body tenses to kick me off.  His hand lands twice but I can feel her starting to move.  She will kick out before he completes the count.  

Sadie's Daisy Duke's ride down her ass so far her cut butt is partially exposed.  That isn't what interests me, though.  The cute blue thong with the red Superman symbols around the waist catches my attention.  Her legs begin to spring forward to break the hold but my hand grabs the thong and twists it deep.  The thin material cuts so deep into her booty and crotch that she squeals!  The referee slaps the mat a third time and calls for the bell.  I quickly let go of her thong and roll off her and into the corner.  

I don't even think the crowd is sure what just happened.  They sit in stunned silence until the referee grabs my wrist and holds my hand in the air.  Pointing at me, he proclaims, "Winner!"

The crowd erupts with wild cheers and screams!  I cannot hide my smile as it sinks in.  Sadie is championship material....and I beat her!  Of course, I did cheat.  And Sadie is letting the ref know that I cheated.

"I didn't see it."  He states flatly then looks at me with a sly wink.  He climbs out of the ring with Sadie hot on his trail.

I quickly scoot out of the ring and Tony is there to greet me.  "Great job, sweetie!"  He proclaims as he gives me a victory hug.


The arena is dark and most of the parking lot is empty when I leave.  Fresh from the shower, my hair still damp.  I walk toward my car thinking about what has happened in my life over the course of the last few months.  Lorie couldn't wait to come into the locker room.  Her smile tells me that she is beaming about the reviews of the match.  She even tells me that a national wrestling publication wants to do a feature story on me!  She even tells me that I am closing in on being ranked on the championships contender's list.  

My, I have come a long way from the strip clubs on Airline Highway.  It's a long way from the swamps of Iberia Parish to where I am now.  

I smile when I reach my car.  My thoughts distract me so much that I do not hear the person sneaking up behind me.  The smile is still on my face as I sink to my knees and then flat on my face.  The person behind me slips the blackjack into a dark jacket pocket and quickly leaves the area.

Quote from: Jonica on July 11, 2013, 10:58:06 PMI smile and begin to nod off, but then my eyes open again and I ask, "But how is this part of my wrestling training?"

A short moment goes by, then Tony replies, "W-well....it's aerobic conditioning....

Of course, if sex counts as a source of aerobic conditioning, Joni must be the best trained fighter in the world. :D

This chapter had everything: the "training," the sizing up of talent by the instructors, the wrestling match. Then, there was the teaser of trouble coming.

Great job, Joni.



Marie

Yeesh, the PG rating flew out the window after that first paragraph.   ;) ;D

I may be wrong, Joni, but I think Marie just called you a slut.  :o :o

Another awesome chapter, Peeshwank! Terrific build-up, terrific character development, exciting fight, interesting twist in yer character 'n I absolutely LOVE the cliffhanger ending!!!

hugggzzz 'n xoxo

~Laurie~

Quote from: Marie B. on July 11, 2013, 11:12:46 PM
Of course, if sex counts as a source of aerobic conditioning, Joni must be the best trained fighter in the world. :D

Hey!  Ya do what ya have ta do ta be tha best!

:D

Quote from: Laurie Breeze on July 12, 2013, 01:05:38 AM
may be wrong, Joni, but I think Marie just called you a slut.  :o :o

Mawee's just jealous!

;D

Quote from: sadiewrestles on July 12, 2013, 05:37:51 AM
I guess we would have to categorize this chapter as "high fantasy"

Sadie...I am so glad you enjoyed it, and thanks again for being part of the story!  I tried my best to write this one as true to life as I could...I think it turned out to be almost a mirror image of what would really happen....

:P

Thanks again, Sadie!

:-*

*hugs*

J
xoxo

Like Jessie, wasn't aware of your 'confessions' continuing, but thrilled that you are, and that you're woman enogh to admit to a little cheating ... winks!  ::) ;)

Hugs
Kayla

Another amazing story Jonica!!! And I loved how ya wrote Sadie in and did such a great job capturing what she's like to tussle with. I loved every second of this story and I so love ya series so far!! I can't wait to read the next chapter!!! Thanks so much for sharing with us!

I didnt realise till Sadie posted that she was a real person -in so far as anyone is real in the virtual world- a great fun story, thanks for writing it, thank  to Sadie too for being part of it

Confessions of a Reformed Cheerleader, Chapter 5
By Jonica

"She was attacked a month ago, Lorie!"  Mary's words cut through the air like a knife.  I was in the hospital two days with a mild concussion.  "We still don't know who did it!"  

"Does it matter, Mary?"

The two old rivals stand nose to nose again.  Some day their bitterness will boil over and they will erupt.  I really hope I am not around to see it.

After a moment, Lorie begins to ignore Mary.  She turns to me with a smile, "The doctors have cleared you to wrestle again."
I nod and try to look interested, but her next comment really catches my ear.

"It's time to really start marketing you."  

"Marketing me?  Like orange juice?"

Lorie actually giggles a little at my innocent remark, but she keeps going, "No Joni.  Not like orange juice.  It's time we put you on the weekly broadcast.  The live audiences love you.  Now it's time to take you national."

For some reason the thought of being on television makes me giddy...and frightened...all over.  Tony kept telling me it was just a matter of time, but I thought that would be a long way away.  However, Lorie is right.  It is time to introduce me to a wider audience.  I am already going to be a feature story in Women's Wrestling Weekly...a fact that is not very popular in the locker room.  My favorite tormentor...Marie B...punched me in the kidneys and kicked me in the tummy because of it.
I guess she is jealous of my sudden fame.  Maybe she should be!

However, the thought of fame is a little overwhelming.  Am I ready for it?  I know I talk big and I love to put on a show.  But am I really anything more than a simple Cajun girl from Bumfuck, Louisiana (as Mary told me I was)?  I was a high school and college cheerleader, but those days are long behind me.  I am now a responsible adult.  

Well...as responsible an adult can be with a bright yellow convertible Camaro that will go 145 mph...and no driver's license to prove it!
Damn judge!

"We want you to try something different this week," Lorie's voice catches my attention.

"What's that?"  I ask with a half sleepy/half curious smile.

"We want you to be bad...."

She accentuates this with a moment of silence.  

"We want you to be REAL bad...."  

Another pause.

"Worse than Marie, Heidi, and Sadie all rolled together bad...."

This time she looks at me and I know she is waiting for a response.

I know what she is looking for.  Mary told me it was coming.  So did Tony.  But am I capable of being the heel?  I am really a sweet person.  I have moments where I can be a total bitch...what girl doesn't?  Tony has called me a bit of a diva.  I was a trouble maker in school...but not many cheerleaders weren't.

 S - O - U - L
Soul , soul , soul , soul , soul!
We got somethin that you dont got
& thats soul
What?
Soul
What?

Oh what the hell!  I am a former stripper!  I was born to be bad!

Chapter 5 (Bad to the Bone)

It's being billed as the "Weekly Main Event."  Every Saturday the promotion puts on a tv show in a little studio on the outskirts of the Quarter.  There is a card of five or six matches highlighting the stars of the federation.  The idea is to get exposure for the stars.  They usually face total "jobbers" (whatever the heck those are), or two stars are chosen for the television main event.  I was told that my opponent has been wrestling for a while and has many matches under her.  She usually only wrestles on tv, and she is very skilled.  I take this to mean that we will be evenly matched.  She and I will tussle the fifteen minute time limit to showcase my growing skills and talents.  

Or at least that's the way I take it.

The way it will probably go is she will dominate the match and leave me unconscious and embarrassed in the middle of the ring in front of a small studio audience and a huge national audience!

I cringe at the very thought!

Lorie wants me to play the heel today...another term I don't quite understand, but I think I have a pretty good idea what she is looking for.  I've had some great role models so far:  the vicious Marie...the whiny Heidi...and the sly Sadie.  Maybe I can use what I learned from them to mold a nice character.  I do wish I knew more about my opponent though.  I can't shake the feeling I am somehow being set up!

"Will you relax!  Your opponent was chosen for a reason."

Mary's words do little to calm me.  As a matter of fact...they actually cause me even more concern.

"What reason?  What is up, Mary?  Did you choose her?"

"No."  She says with a short laugh, "Nor would I have chosen her."

That last comment does little to make me feel better.  Mary hasn't hidden the fact that she wants to see me wrestler those who are closer to my skill level.  I am gonna get killed today!  I am someone's "jobber..."

"Just relax."

"What do you know about her?"  I ask...turning to Tony.

He looks at Mary but refuses to even glance at me, "Not very much, really," he lies.  

I won't be biting any pillows for him for awhile, I fume.

I take a deep breath and try to relax.  I glance in the mirror and I do have to admit I love the new outfit they got me to wear for today's match!  A black sports bra with my initials lining the elastic contours in yellow letters...a tight-fitting pair of black spandex booty shorts that accentuate my butt...and a pair of black Cons with yellow laces.  My hair is braided in pigtails with yellow rubber bands and the look is completed with thick black mascara circling my eyes and black eye shadow giving me an almost sinister look....well as sinister as I could actually look.  Gone is the cheer skirt that I would wore to the ring and removed before my previous matches.  Lorie said it gave me too much of a 'girly-girl' look.  She wants to abandon that look for today.

I do some light warm ups to prepare for the match, but nothing too strenuous.  Lorie wants me to look fresh and right for the match.  Finally, the time comes and we walk to the ring.  If I thought I looked funny in my black outfit...Tony looks devious in his black tux with gold vest.  Lorie wanted him to look the part of the wicked manager who will do anything to have his girl win.  If I look sinister...he looks downright evil!

My opponent is already in the ring, but I don't get a good look at her until I step between the ropes...then I catch my breath!  

I am so fuckin' dead!

She is at least four inches taller than me, although we probably weigh close to the same.  However, she isn't skinny.  She looks to be in good shape and she looks agile!  The ring announcer says her name is "Jess."  The small crowd cheers wildly for her but it may be because of her ring attire more than her.  Like most wrestling events...this one is attended by a 75% male audience.  These guys like to watch girls wrestle.  They especially like to watch girls tussle in skimpy outfits.  Jess more than fits that bill.

She wears a royal blue bikini cut top that can best be described as sports lingerie, and it is having problems holding in her breasts...which are at least C cups!.  Her bottoms are nothing more than matching royal blue spandex panties with lacy ribbon.  She is the first wrestler I have seen in the federation who wrestles bare footed.  This in and of itself seems ominous to me...Mary warned me that the bootless crowd are the ones who go for the high flying moves and like to kick.  It doesn't help that Jess is fuckin gorgeous!  She looks like a model!  A young one.  

I am so fuckin' dead!

I look at Mary...who is sitting at the television announcer's table and she nods and smiles.  She mouths the word "enjoy" then turns back to the ring.  I want to reach out and slap the shit out her!  She wants me to enjoy getting my ass kicked?!?!

My glare is hot and dangerous, but she does a good job ignoring it.

Finally, the ring announcer introduces me and slight applause ripples through the small crowd, but there is a smattering of boos too.  Lorie smiles because that is exactly what she wanted...given my appearance.  Next, the referee pats us down like before.  Me first...then Jess.  He really seems to enjoy searching her for weapons...although I am not sure she could comfortably hide anything in that outfit.

He briefly goes over the rules...which I am supposed to break...then he steps back and calls for the bell.

My tv destruction is underway.

Wrestle, wrestle,
Twist 'em like a pretzel
Go me Go!

I nervously move out of my corner and circle my opponent.  She really is about four inches taller than my 5'2.  She also moves like an athlete...light on her bare feet.  Her eyes stay focused on me and I sense that she is looking for a weakness.  The gap between us slowly closes and when we are within arms' reach, she stops and raises both hands as if for a test of strength.  Now I have been called dingbat..dumbass...idgit (Mary's favorite) and gullible, but I remember what Lorie wants me to do in this match.  She wants a heel?  I'll give her a heel!  They want me to go down in my tv debut?  Welp...I'll go down in flames!

Neil Young's words suddenly pop into my head as I fret over what fate awaits me....

better to burn out than fade away....

Then I lift my hands and lace my fingers with hers for the test of strength.  As She tenses to flex against me I suddenly drive the heel of my right Con deep into her exposed tummy....right on the belly button.

"UGGGHHHHHH!!!!"

The wide-eyed, open mouthed look on her face tells me she really wasn't expecting that and she drops to one knee in front of me.  I still have her hands laced in mine and I briefly struggle with her to keep her from lowering her hands to soothe her tummy.  And I lift my right leg again as if for a football punt and my shin slams hard into her crotch.

"NGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!"

The crowd is now on their feet booing loudly at my underhanded, cheap tactics, but I see Lorie's grin has gotten even wider!  I can't stop now.  However, the referee has other ideas...

"Release the hold!  Release the hold!  Break, break!"

But I don't release the hold.  Not immediately anyway.  Instead, I keep my hands laced in hers and push her back onto her heels then force her all the way to the mat on her back with her legs bent under her.  The I perform a perfect knee drop into the middle of her tummy.

At that point I break the hold.

Poor Jess writhes on the mat, but to her credit she isn't sobbing.  If I took a cxnt punt I would be rolled in a ball crying like an infant.  The crowd is still booing and hissing...at me!  This is a first!  Lorie, on the other hand is waving her index finger in a circle as if to tell me to play it up.

What to do, what to do?

I lift my hands over my head and start parading around the ring as if I had already won!  This incenses the crowd and the satisfied look on Lorie's face tells me this is what she wants.  Suddenly, a popcorn box flies into the ring and hits me in the side of the head.  I glare at the small audience and growl, "Whoever threw that is next!"

They go wild!  Several guys claim it was them and I smile maliciously and say, "I think it was the one with no teeth!"  A low giggle, "Oh shit!  NONE of you have teeth!"

A shower of popcorn containers rains down on the ring along with boos and hissing.

While the referee kicks the paper containers out of the ring and orders me to ignore the crowd...I smart off to them one more time, "Forget y'all!  I'll just take it out on.....HER!!"  I hiss and point at Jess...who is on her knees and getting to her feet.


I push my way around the referee and grab two hands full of Jess' straight brown hair.  I shift my hips just as she gets all the way to her feet and toss her over my right hip and thigh by the hair.  Following the hip toss, she lands and bends her arm behind her back.  Her eyes closed tightly as she tries to fight off the pain.  The ref is screaming, "Watch the hair!  Watch the hair!"  I ignore him though and kick her in the back..right were her kidney should be...with the top of my shoe.  

"AGGHHHHH!!!!"

She squeals and falls onto her side.  I wave at the crowd and blow them a sweet kiss.  I don't know it at the time but that will forever become my trademark in wrestling!

Jess tries to roll toward the ropes but I bend down and snatch one of her bare feet and tug her to the middle of the ring.  She yelps and the crowd boos lustily, but I have to keep this momentum...if not she will kill me!

I step forward and bend her leg around mine...using her knee as a pivot point.  I push down on the side of her foot, and I am rewarded with a ghastly shriek of pain!  To make matters worse...I grab her toes, crush them in my hand and twist them violently.

All this while glaring at the crowd as if to say I am punishing her because of them!

The referee drops to one knee and makes sure there is nothing illegal about the hold.  There must not be because he doesn't make me release it.  He starts asking her if she wants to submit.  I twist harder and crush down on her toes.  A shift of my weight forward puts more pressure on her knee and ankle.  I do this each time she shakes her head no.

One of the bad things I have found so far in my television debut is that all the lights in the studio...and the blazing one overhead...make the small room heat up rather quickly.

My hands start sweating and after a moment, My hand twists off her foot.  She tries to squinch her toes but I still manage to grip them again and squeeze.  A whimper tells me this is working.  However, for the first time all match Jess shows some signs of life.  She lifts her free foot and kicks me in the side as hard as she can from the angle she had.  

"Ngggghhh!!"

Now, the kick wasn't really all that hard...not as bad as it could have been.  But it still packed quite a wallop...enough to force me to break the hold on her leg and foot.  I step back and rub my side.  She rolls onto her back and pulls her injured knee to her chest...writhing on the mat.  

I see another opening and I take it as an invitation.  I try a dangerous move to see what happens...with my luck it will backfire and I will wake up in the hospital.  But to my surprise...the flying elbow drop lands perfectly onto the top of her boobs and the wind leaves her lungs with a 'gush!'  She falls onto her back and tries to roll away.  I grab her foot again and drag her back toward the middle of the ring.

The small crowd is in a frenzy by this time.  My tactics and verbal abuse has taken it's toll on them.  Lorie's smile tells me this is exactly what she had hoped for.  

It begins as a small chant but it grows quickly into a full blown cheer...."Go Jess Go!  Go Jess Go!  Go Jess Go!...."

I snarl at the crowd and they boo and hiss in return.  I still have my grip on her ankle and I twist it so that she is forced to roll onto her stomach.  Hooking her barefoot under my armpit...I lower my body weight into a nice move that Mary taught me...apparently taught me pretty well.  A single leg Boston Crab.  I only want to hold her in this position long enough to taunt the crowd again, but the referee drops to one knee beside Jess and begins asking her if she gives.  Again, I have to credit her..she refuses each offer.  

The small audience is so bent out of shape by this point thought, that I am having more fun with them than I am my opponent...and yes...this is fun!  More fun that I thought it would be!  Especially considering I thought I was going to get killed!

I sense Jess is about to slap the mat in submission...so I quickly release the hold and step away.

The referee sensed it too because he gets to his feet and glares angrily at me.  I smile sweetly and stop the sole of my shoe down on the back of Jess' thigh...causing a nice cramp to bunch the muscle and draw a yelp of pain.

The crowd is so frenzied now that I can't help but tweak them even more.  I straddle Jess' body...one foot next to either shoulder and I bend at the waist and grip her hair.  Lifting her head off the canvas, I drop my butt onto her back.  The audience boos loudly as I openly cheat.  The referee calls for me to break the hold, but I totally ignore him.  I pull her head back so far I can see her eyes.  Now sitting on her back, I lock my right arm around her throat and clench it hard against my armpit in what I will later see as a picture perfect dragon sleeper.  

As I increase the pressure, Jess' hands slap my knee over and over to signal her submission.  The referee calls for the bell and orders me to break the hold.  However, my eyes light on Lorie's and she shakes her head slightly from side to side.  I keep my struggling victim locked tight.  

The crowd..and the referee..are incensed by this total disregard for the rules and the referee begins to count.  If he reaches five he will disqualify me.  Jess is squirming so hard that tears are rolling down her cheeks, but her movements are getting weaker and weaker.  When the referee's count gets to three...a nod from Lorie tells me to release the hold.  By the time I stand up the count is four, but the hold is broken.

The referee has no choice other than hold my hand aloft to signal the win.  I grin at the crowd as Tony climbs through the ropes.  His appearance sets them off even more.  Boos, catcalls, and hisses rain down on us...along with popcorn boxes, hotdog wrappers, and drink cups.  To infuriate them farther...I place my foot right on Jess's chest...between her boobs.  Before I leave the ring...I blow them another kiss.


"Perfect!  Absolutely stunning!"

Lorie is so exuberant that I am a little nervous.  I have never seen her actually....giddy.  

"You are the perfect heel!  I think we have found your niche!" She giggles like a schoolgirl, "And that kiss?  Oh my GOD!!  You do THAT every chance you get!"

Tony puts his hand around my shoulder and says, "Great job, Joni!"

Everyone is smiling.  Everyone that is except Mary...and a shadowy figure watching what is happening from across the parking lot.

I think some peeps are gonna be shocked at evil Jonica ... but I've seen yer dark side up close 'n personal so this comes as NO surprise to me!  ;D

Another awesome chapter in a series of awesome chapters...every match is so unique, all yer characters so original, the growth of the cheerleader into a world class baddie so believable, feeding off the crowd 'n their emotions ... this series is a master class in writing, sweetie!  :-*  :-*

And the cliffhanger mystery continues.....LOVE IT!

hugggzzz 'n xoxo

~Laurie~

Love the newest chapter Jonica!!! I totally like evil Jonica its a great new side of ya! Lol just glad I never got to see angry evil Jonica coming after me. Thanks again for sharing another amazing story with us! Love ya lots! Also wanna say that this is totally the best series I've read here cept for maybe Deadwood Days by Laurie. Ya both are amazing and I can't wait to read ya next chapter Jonica!!

Quote from: Jonica on July 19, 2013, 10:22:46 PMBut am I capable of being the heel?  I am really a sweet person.  I have moments where I can be a total bitch...what girl doesn't?

With you, Joni, it probably isn't as big a stretch as you think.

The fight itself was magnificent. It reads like a wrestling match out of the 1950's, in which the audience cheered the hero and hissed the bully. I really enjoyed your "haughty" attitude toward your opponent and the proceedings in general. Great job!

Quote from: Jonica on July 19, 2013, 10:22:46 PMMy favorite tormentor...Marie B...punched me in the kidneys and kicked me in the tummy....

It's what I do. :D

I really cannot understand the surprise some people have at Joni being a heel. One need only to read her stories -especially those in which she traduces my name to reaslise she was born to be one.

great story and get a publisher.

Oh wow, Joni, winning is turning you into quite a meanie, not so?  ::) Gee, 'cxnt-punting' poor Jess - she never stood a chance - tee hee!  ;D ;)

But be careful, 'nastiness' has a tendency to 'bite back' at some point - winks!  ;)

Hugs
Kayla

Quote from: peccavi on July 21, 2013, 06:39:36 AM
I really cannot understand the surprise some people have at Joni being a heel. One need only to read her stories -especially those in which she traduces my name to reaslise she was born to be one.

great story and get a publisher.

I learned all the mean and nasty things I know from you......

;D :-* :D

*hugs*

J
xoxo

Quote from: Jonica on August 26, 2013, 05:36:38 PM

Quote from: peccavi on July 21, 2013, 06:39:36 AM
I really cannot understand the surprise some people have at Joni being a heel. One need only to read her stories -especially those in which she traduces my name to reaslise she was born to be one.

great story and get a publisher.

I learned all the mean and nasty things I know from you......

;D :-* :D

*hugs*

J
xoxo

And I learned how to be mean 'n nasty from you both! I'm still learning....I'll never stop!    ;)   :D   :-*

hugggzzz 'n xoxo

~L~

I just found this and I hope Joni starts doing it again these are so awesome!!!  I need to find writing skills like this!!

Love cheerleader stories.  Very good.