Barbara’s First Professional Wrestling Audition ... vs. Tiffany

Having been a member of the wrestling club for about 3 months, Barbara had really been enjoying herself. Aside from the exercise and socializing with the other women, she was enjoying the wrestling itself most of all. She savored the opportunity to learn more about the sport and challenge her body physically, so she became dedicated to learning the holds and maneuvers that the other women in the club were teaching her. After searching for years for the type of workout which would be both physically challenging as well as fun, Barbara knew that she had found the type of activity she had been looking for. She would have never guessed how much she would love fighting, but the fact was that she did!

But although greatly enjoying the club, Barbara also discovered a competitive side to her personality that she had never really explored before. The more she learned about wrestling, the more she longed to test herself against another woman. And though the club was a great training ground, the women did not compete against each other in real matches. The premise was to get together in a friendly atmosphere to learn more about wrestling, not to compete against each other. But Barbara longed to see how she would do in a real match, especially after seeing, and experiencing, her husband’s reaction to her wrestling.

Barbara had surprised him one night, and the two engaged in a brief wrestling session. Afterward, her husband was curious to see how far she was going to take it, and specifically asked if she was considering wrestling against another woman. Barbara could tell that the idea greatly appealed to him, and had been giving it more thought lately.

But the icing on the cake came one night after she had put her kids to bed. She came downstairs to find her husband flipping through the channels on TV, stopping when he came upon a wrestling show. The two of them began watching, and within a few minutes, a ladies match came on. Barbara’s husband sat on the edge of his seat as he watched the match, and after it was over, she couldn’t help but interrogate him.

“So, did you enjoy watching those women wrestle?”

He nodded readily, a wide smile on his face.

“Would you like to see me wrestle against another woman?”

Again he said nothing, but instead nodded attentively. He then scooped her up and carried up to their bedroom while Barbara giggled playfully. The next day however, she decided that it was time to take the next step. So after the wrestling club concluded for the day, she hung around to question Josie.

Josie was the organizer of the club and the most experienced wrestler. She had wrestled against other women many times before in private matches and had a good network of contacts. So Barbara asked for her help in trying to arrange a match. After discussing the different options, Barbara asked Josie about pro-style wrestling. Josie had never tried it before, but knew about some small promotions in the general vicinity of their neighborhood. She volunteered to find out some more information if Barbara was interested. Barbara told her that she was and thanked her for her help.

A few days passed before the wrestling club got together again, but when they did, Josie had some news for Barbara. She told her about a small, independent wrestling organization about 50 miles away that was holding an open audition. But the problem was that the audition was the very next day, giving Barbara no time to prepare for the audition. Immediately her heart began to race and she became excited about the opportunity, though not sure if she was ready for it. But she took down all of the information and thanked Josie for it.

But before she left however, Josie asked her if she was truly interested. Barbara hesitated, but then said that she was going to discuss it with her husband first. So Josie asked her to wait there and then went into her bedroom. She emerged a few seconds later carrying a pair of white wrestling boots.

“If you do decide to go, wear these. They’ll help you to look the part.”

Barbara took them, kissed Josie on the cheek and rushed out. Josie had wanted to warn Barbara about the distinct differences between “pro style” wrestling and the “mat style wrestling” techniques that the women worked on in the wrestling club, but Barbara’s swift departure prevented her from giving the warning.

That night, after the kids were in bed, Barbara presented the information to her husband. He seemed thrilled, but left the decision up to Barbara. She agonized about it, but seeing how anxious her husband was and how excited she herself was about the prospect of stepping into a wrestling ring, she decided to go for it.

That night Barbara spent hours rummaging through her drawers to find something to wear. Josie’s words, “If you do decide to go …they’ll help you to look the part”, resonated in her head. She finally came across a workout outfit she had buried in her drawer; a blue and green striped athletic bra and matching bike shorts. She then found a pair of white tights, slipping into them before pulling the outfit on over it. Finally she slipped on Josie’s wrestling boots and pranced out into her bedroom, modeling the outfit for her husband. He watched her prance around the room, smiling widely. Barbara giggled back at him, and before long, the outfit was on the floor and the couple was rolling around in their bed.

The next day, Barbara found herself walking into a high school gymnasium, clutching tightly onto her husband’s hand. She was handed a form to fill out which asked for some personal information, health insurance details, a waiver t sing, and then a page to list her wrestling experience. Barbara hadn’t really though a whole lot about what she needed for the audition, but it was apparent, as she looked around the room, that the other women present all had some kind of previous wrestling experience. But undeterred, Barbara began to fill out the form.

“Let’s see. Height - 5’4” … Weight - 120 lbs. … Measurements – 34C-26-34 … Hair Color - Brown … Eye Color - Brown …. Age….. ?”

Barbara was 40 years old, though she looked she could pass for younger. Still, it was obvious that the other women in the room were all in their 20’s so she decided to write down 30 as her age. After completing the rest of the form, she came to the section asking for her wrestling experience. Knowing that she had to put in something, she decided to make it up. She claimed to have trained for a year in a wrestling school on the other side of the country and had 12 previous matches. Though it was a lie, it would hopefully give her some credibility. So nervously she handed in the form, was escorted into the locker room and changed into her outfit. She came back out and took a seat in front of the ring, turning to smile nervously at her husband whom sitting in the back of the room.

About 30 minutes later, 4 men walked into the room, one of them climbing up into the ring while the other 3 took seats at a ringside table. The man walked to the center of the ring, holding a clipboard as he glanced down at it. Barbara prayed that her name would not be called for the first few matches, giving her a chance to watch some of the other women in action, and hopefully pick up a few pointers. But as he lifted his head, her heart began to race as he shouted out the first name.

“Tiffany … come up please!”

A gorgeous blonde girl got up from her seat and trotted toward the ring as all of the other women watched. Tiffany looked to be about 25 years old, dressed in a red, clingy leotard with skin colored tights and tan wrestling boots. She was tall with flowing blonde hair and a great body, looking more like a model than a wrestler. Her application listed her personal information as: “Height - 5’8” … Weight - 135 lbs. … Measurements – 38D-24-36 … Eye color – Blue … Hair color – NATURAL Blonde ... Age – 25.

Tiffany had appeared in a number of topless wrestling videos and auditioned for a pro organization twice before, though she did not get either job. She had trained at a famous pro wrestling school for 18 months, but had not wrestled in front of a live crowd yet in her short career. As she climbed into the ring, Barbara hoped that her name would not be next. Though Tiffany did not look particularly tough, she was nonetheless much taller, younger and more well developed than the petite Barbara, with legs which seemed to stretch for miles.

But as Barbara sat there, anxiously awaiting the next name to be called, the man finally announced hers.

“Barbara, come on up please.”

Barbara’s hear raced even faster as she turned to glance at her husband, who winked back at her. She then got up and began to walk toward the ring, reaching the stairs at ringside. She tripped on the first step as she began to climb the stairs, making her cheeks turn red with embarrassment as she straightened up and finally stepped into the ring. She was summoned forward, as was Tiffany, and the two stood face to face as the man addressed them.

“Okay, let’s see what you’ve got ladies. From your applications I see that you’ve both done this before, so you know what we’re looking for. Keep it reasonably clean, but don’t hold anything back!”

With that he directed them back to their corners, so Barbara turned and walked back, looking out to find her husband. He waved to her, blowing a kiss in her direction as she smiled back at him before reaching her corner and turning back toward Tiffany, who was in her corner across the ring. The man’s words echoed in Barbara’s head as she stared across at the tall blonde.

“From your applications I see that you’ve both done this before, so you know what we’re looking for.”

Barbara had no idea what they were looking for, having never actually done this before, despite what her application said.

“Keep it reasonably clean, but don’t hold anything back!”

REASONABLY CLEAN? What did he mean by that, she thought to herself, a little nervous about the implications.

But there was little time to ponder his words further as the bell rang and Tiffany rushed across the ring toward Barbara who nervously moved out of her corner and circled to her right, skipping spryly as Tiffany moved straight toward her. Barbara began to debate her first move, showing her inexperience by not having given it much thought ahead of time. But the more experienced Tiffany knew exactly what she wanted to do and quickly moved closer, grabbing Barbara by the head while spinning herself around. With her back now to Barbara, she pulled on the back of her neck to hastily flip her over her shoulder, sending Barbara sailing through the air before she crashed to the mat, flat on her back.

In Barbara’s time with the wrestling club, they had never practiced flips, or most other “pro style” moves for that matter. So as a result, Barbara had no idea of the technique used when landing from a flip. As a result, she landed flat on her back with a loud SPLAT, her body taking the full force of the impact from the violent landing. Her hair sprayed around her head as she quickly sat upright, her spine throbbing. But Tiffany moved in quickly, grabbing two handfuls of her thick and curly, honey-colored mane and again ripping her onto her feet. She then spun around and flipped Barbara through the air, this time landing right on her butt, her tailbone striking the canvas with great force as a sharp pain shot straight up her spine.

Barbara looked bewildered as she sat erect, her pretty brown eyes gazing helplessly ahead of her, expressing the pain she now felt. But Tiffany rushed up behind her, shoving her foot between Barbara’s shoulder blades while reaching forward to grab each of her wrists. Pushing her foot forward between Barbara’s shoulder blades while pulling back on her arms, Tiffany had her inexperienced foe in trouble as her shoulders curled inward, her body aching even more.

Barbara’s long hair now covered most of her pretty face, her legs spread out in front of her and lying flat on the mat as she began to moan in pain as Tiffany continued to apply more pressure. Her shoulders felt ready to pop and her back screamed in pain as Tiffany grimaced while pulling with all of her strength. Finally Tiffany released her grip, dropping Barbara’s arms as she removed her foot from her back. As Barbara’s arms flopped limply to her sides however, Tiffany moved alongside her and, grabbing hold of her hair for leverage, wrapped her long legs around Barbara’s torso. Clenching them together, she then fell down onto her side, tightening her grip as Barbara fell flat on her back, Tiffany’s legs crushing her ribcage.

The soft, cardboard-colored skin just below Barbara’s chest chafed from the coarse texture of Tiffany’s tights as they squeezed her tightly. Barbara was finding out the hard way that, not only were Tiffany’s legs long, but they were also extremely powerful. Her ribs would certainly attest to that fact as well as they suffered from the vice-like grip.

Lying flat, Barbara’s back was propped up from Tiffany’s leg beneath it, her own legs spread apart in front of her as she tried desperately to wriggle free. She had been placed in a leg scissors before in the wrestling club, but never had it hurt as badly as this!!!

Growing desperate, Barbara contemplated submitting. She didn’t know how much more she could take, and despite the embarrassment of being so overwhelmed, so quickly, knew that she had little time left. She tried to reach Tiffany with her arms, but couldn’t get close enough. She tried to kick her legs, but that only gave the spectators a better view of her crotch as her legs flailed apart. She then slapped her arms on the mat, and though that did little to dissuade Tiffany to break the hold, at least it made Barbara feel like she was doing something. Finally, just as Barbara was about to scream out her submission, the man stepped in and yelled to Tiffany to break her hold.

The gorgeous blonde immediately spread her legs, releasing her grip on Barbara’s ribs as the embattled rookie rolled onto her side and Tiffany got to her feet. Barbara slowly pushed herself up as well as the man called them both to the center of the ring, turning to address Barbara.

“Okay, you got a slow start. Let’s pick it up again, but this is your last chance!”

Barbara nodded, raising her arms to push her hair out of her face. She hobbled back to her corner, glancing out into the crowd toward her husband, her eyes much less bright and eager than they had been just a few minutes ago and her body aching. Getting to her corner, Barbara held onto the top rope on either side of her as she breathed heavily, trying to psyche herself up for the second round. Her back was in pain and a thick, red strip circled her ribcage from where Tiffany had clamped her thighs. But as Barbara regrouped in her corner, Tiffany was then addressed by the man, but with a very different message.

“Good start. But let’s see some more action. You did some good submission moves, but our fans want to see more action. So this time go after her and keep the pace of the match moving!”

Tiffany nodded anxiously before skipping back to her corner, anxious to once again get her hands on her obviously outclassed opponent. Standing in her corner, Tiffany held onto the ropes, placing one leg over the other as she posed sexily, trying to psyche Barbara out. Glancing across the ring, Barbara took notice of her opponent’s posing, but this time was busy trying desperately to concoct a plan of action to pay much attention to her statuesque blonde adversary.

The bell rang and Tiffany wasted no time, again rushing Barbara who still seemed ill-prepared for the attack. Only a few steps out of her corner as Tiffany reached her, Barbara tried to prepare for the assault. But Tiffany lifted her arms, daring Barbara to engage in a test of strength. Taking the bait, Barbara raised her own hands as the two women interlocked their fingers.

The bigger, stronger blonde began to overpower Barbara and force her back into the corner. But just as Barbara’s back was pressed against the turnbuckles, Tiffany abruptly drove her knee forward, ramming it into Barbara’s midsection. Doubling over, Barbara’s fingers unclasped from Tiffany’s, giving the blonde the opportunity to grab a fistful of Barbara’s hair and pull her over to the side ropes.

Setting herself alongside Barbara, Tiffany clenched hold of her forearm and whipped her across the ring. Barbara raced forward before dipping into the ropes which shot her back across the ring. As Barbara barreled forward she was met halfway by Tiffany who delivered a powerful cross body block to Barbara’s bouncing chest.

Barbara’s legs shot forward into the air as the rest of her body sailed parallel to the mat before dropping down for a crash landing on her back. The women waiting to audition began to mumble to each other, realizing that Barbara had no right to be in the ring in the first place. Tiffany realized that fact as well, but was happy to inflict even more punishment on her victim in order to impress the judges.

Snatching Barbara by the hair yet again, she yanked her onto her feet and pulled her back to the ropes before changing her grip and again whisking her across the ring by the arm. Barbara’s chest bounced up and down as she dashed forward, rebounding back to the waiting Tiffany who met her halfway. She then thrust one arm between Barbara’s legs while grabbing her across the shoulder with her other arm, using Barbara’s momentum to haul her body into the air. Barbara was quickly upended as Tiffany spun halfway around before power slamming Barbara to the mat.

The loud SPLAT caused even more grumbling from the observers as Barbara’s body was crushed against the canvas, Tiffany landing on top of her to further emphasize the pain inflicted. Placing her hand on Barbara’s stomach, Tiffany then pushed down on it as she got to her feet, using Barbara’s belly for leverage.

As Tiffany stood up. Barbara remained flat on her back, her arms lying out to her sides as her right leg bent at the knee, slowly stomping up and down in an expression of her pain. Tiffany moved back in, hovering over Barbara as she continued to stomp her foot down in pain. But showing little sympathy, Tiffany placed her foot down into Barbara’s belly and stepped across her, placing all of her weight down to mash Barbara’s abdomen.

Barbara stomped her foot even more fervently, but again Tiffany stepped across her, suing Barbara’s belly as a doormat. But as Barbara suffered, Tiffany wasted no time, wanting to show that she could keep up an aggressive pace of attack, just as she was instructed.

Using the now familiar hair pull, she ripped Barbara up onto her feet. Just as Barbara straightened up however, she was quickly met with a knee to her gut that doubled her over.

“OOOFFFFF !!!! ”

Barbara’s taut belly succumbed to Tiffany’s knee as she folded in half, wrapping her arms around her gut. Tiffany then moved in front of her bowed foe, leaning forward as she pressed down on the back of Barbara’s head before driving her right shoulder into the middle of Barbara’s curled back while wrapping her right arm around Barbara’s waist.

Tiffany then bent her knees and in an abrupt move, straightened up while lifting Barbara in the air. Barbara’s head fell toward the mat as her legs shot upward, circling overhead until her body became parallel to the mat, her back finally resting against Tiffany’s right shoulder.

Barbara’ looked up but could not get her bearings, her body facing upward as her arms and legs dangled off of either side of Tiffany’s shoulder. The grumbling of the other women grew more animated as they anticipated the next move, knowing that Barbara’s audition was about to come to a painful end. But Tiffany was content, for the moment, to parade Barbara’s warped, upended body before the judges for a few more moments to display her strength and skill.

But after marching Barbara over to ringside to give the judges a better view, Tiffany proved the guesses of the other women correct as she dropped to her knees with Barbara’s overturned body still stretched across her shoulder like a slab of meat. As she landed, Barbara’s back was wrenched painfully across Tiffany’s shoulder and a loud moan emitted from between her pursed lips. The devastating, over-the-shoulder back breaker had buckled Barbara in half and caused the guy in the ring to rush over and wave his arms, signaling the end of the audition.

“Okay, okay, let her down!”

Tiffany complied, unwrapping her raised arm from around Barbara’s waist and allowing her to roll off of her shoulder and send her crashing to the mat. Barbara landed hard and then rolled onto her back, arching it in a desperate attempt to relive some of her pain. Tiffany got up and marched away, her arms thrust over head in celebration as the judge knelt down to attend to Barbara. After a few moments, he gradually helped her to her feet as Tiffany stood in her corner, watching her battered foe struggle to ringside with the help of the judge.

Barbara grabbed hold of the rope and held onto it, bending forward like an old woman, unable to completely straighten up. From her stopped position she glanced across at Tiffany who sneered back at her with a superior grin to emphasize her arrogance. Barbara took a few breaths before finally being helped out of the ring where she was met by her husband.

“Are you okay sweetheart?”

Barbara nodded before wrapping her arm around his shoulder as the couple made their way slowly back toward the locker rooms. It was obvious that Barbara still had a great deal to learn about wrestling, but despite her pain and suffering, she was more determined than ever to compete against other women. As she hobbled down the aisle, the other women all turned and whispered to each other, some giggling as Barbara staggered past them.

As she made her way down the aisle however, the judge yelled out another name.

“Flora, can you come up please!”

A petite brunette sitting in the middle of one of the back rows got to her feet, an irritated sneer stretched across her face. She got to the aisle just as Barbara was walking past, so Barbara looked at her and wished her the best.

“Good luck!” Barbara whispered in her sweet, high-pitched voice.

“I don’t need luck. And besides, I’ve gotta do better than you did!” came Flora’s terse reply before she rushed past Barbara, making her way toward the ring.

Barbara bowed her head, slightly embarrassed as she was helped back to the locker room by her husband. He got her to a bench and lowered her down onto it. Her husband than handed her a towel, standing over her as tried to figure out how to help. But as Barbara bowed her head, a man came out of an office next to the locker room.

“Barbara, can I see you for a minute?”

She nodded her head and slowly pushed herself up, her husband once again helping her as the two walked toward his office.

“Um, just Barbara please!”, he stated as the couple walked forward.

Barbara nodded her head to her husband as he removed his arm from her shoulder. She then walked to his office and took a seat as he closed the door behind her.

“I’m Joe and I own this fed. I just wanted to talk to you for a moment before I let you go.”

With that he paused and glanced down at her application, reading it over before lifting his head again to stare her in the eye.

“You okay?”, he asked indifferently, not seeming overly concerned about her health.

Barbara nodded her head, too embarrassed to look him directly in the eye. She had not put up much of a fight, actually she hadn’t put up a fight at all. Tiffany had dominated her without any repercussions, and Barbara knew it.

“Good ….. Tiffany handled you pretty easy. But you’re cute and with alot more training and a lot more conditioning, you might someday make a decent jobber, sort of a wrestling housewife.”

His words were direct and he did not take his eyes off of Barbara’s the whole time, his intense stare letting Barbara know that he was serious. She wasn’t exactly sure what a “jobber” meant, nor was she crazy about being considered a “wrestling housewife”. But none of those irritated her as much as the one word he used to describe her … CUTE! It was a word Barbara had grown to despise, desperately wanting to instead be thought of as … sexy … beautiful … exotic. But instead, the one word always used to describe her was the dreaded CUTE!

“But let me perfectly honest. First of all, I know that you weren’t completely honest on your application, were you?” he went on to ask.

Barbara’s face turned red and she felt flush, but did not respond.

“If you really want to wrestle, you’ve got some work to do. First off, you’ve gotta get serious about your conditioning. You’ve gotta really start working out, and I don’t mean taking more aerobics classes. You’ve gotta build up your strength and tighten up your body. You look alright … good outfit … decent figure … but you’re small to begin with and definitely not in the kind of shape to compete against real wrestlers yet.”

Barbara’s was stunned by his bluntness, but he wasn’t done yet.

“And more importantly, you’ve gotta get some training. You need to learn how to wrestle. I can help you there.”

He paused, and though upset at his comments, Barbara perked up, anxious to hear his offer.

“We have a school you can join, but it costs $5,000 and you need to commit to 6 hours a day, 5 days a week for 6 weeks.”

Barbara felt deflated by the offer. First of all she didn’t have $5,000 at least not to spend on wrestling, and certainly wasn’t going to ask her husband for it! And second, she didn’t have 6 hours a day to spare for 6 weeks. Her expressive face gave her away, and Joe knew it, making a counteroffer.

“But if that’s not for you, maybe I can hook you up with someone who might be willing to work with you. Here’s my card, give me a call next week and I’ll see what I can come up with.”

He handed Barbara his card as he got up, giving her the signal that they were done. Barbara got up slowly, her back still feeling the effects of the audition as she took the card and thanked him for his honesty. As the two reached the door, he offered one more piece of advice.

“You might want to take a seat and watch some of the other women audition. It might help you learn something.”

Barbara nodded just as he closed the door behind him. Her husband was waiting for her and helped her back to the bench. They sat there for a minute before finally Barbara suggested that they go out and watch the rest of the auditions. Willing to do anything to keep his ailing wife happy, he agreed and the two walked back out into the gym, taking a seat in the back row to watch Tiffany take on Flora.


THE END

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