Adina vs. Barbara vs. Estela
3 Way Dance
Winner Wrestles Flora for the Women's Division Championship!

The Women’s Division was hot! With the addition of 3 new wrestlers within the past several months and the crowning of Flora as the division’s first champion, the action lately had been fast and furious. To keep the momentum going, the management decided to host a Women’s Division championship match, allowing Flora the opportunity to defend her new title for the first time. But the decision as to who had earned the right to wrestle against Flora in the championship match was not a straight forward one, and the matchmaker struggled with the decision.

He decided to review each wrestler individually, starting with Shamiqua. Though she had made a splash in her first few matches, she had lost the championship match against Flora and thereby was eliminated form consideration.

Next up was Brit, another newcomer who had drawn a good deal of attention. Brit was beautiful, talented and popular, but she too had faced Flora recently in a prelim to the championship. The match was a vicious one, and though at the end of the match, Brit had left Flora shattered in the ring, she was nonetheless disqualified. As a result, that eliminated her from consideration for this match.

The next woman to be considered was Molly. Though the biggest woman in the Women’s Division, Molly had struggled in her matches. And in addition to her struggles inside the ring, she had also finished near the bottom of the voting in the popularity contest, making her a less than suitable candidate for a championship match.

Melissa had been removed from the active roster as a result of her loss against newcomer Estela, so she was not a viable choice. That left three women on the active roster who were considered possible opponents for Flora.

First up was Barbara. Voted the most popular wrestler in the women’s Division, Barbara was certainly popular enough to be considered. Her success in the ring had been modest however, unable to consistently win matches. In addition, she had been brutalized by Flora in a match when the Women’s Division was just formed, though much had happened since then. Weighing all of those variables, Barbara was deemed a potential candidate.

Next up was Adina. Another popular wrestler, Adina finished third in the Women’s Division popularity poll and had a large fan base. She was a graduate of the federation’s training program, but like Barbara, had proven to be an inconsistent wrestler to this point. But despite her erratic success rate, Adina was also deemed a reasonable contender.

And finally, the newest addition to the Women’s Division was Estela. A seasoned wrestler from the Dominican Republic, Estela had proven her skills by easily defeating Melissa in her first match. She was also wildly popular, with the fans cheering wildly for her in her first appearance. But with only one match under her belt, Estela had not yet proven herself deserving of a tile match.

With the analysis of all of the viable candidates completed, the matchmaker concluded that there were three potential challengers to Flora’s title; Barbara, Adina and Estela. He debated the plusses and minuses of each, but finally decided to let the three women fight it out between them by hosting a special 3 Way Dance, with the winner earning the right to compete for Flora’s title.

He first called in Adina, who was excited about the opportunity, especially since after completing the federation’s training camp and defeating Barbara in her audition, the Pakistani cutie had been on a downhill ride. She had been eliminated in the Bikini Wrestler of the Year Battle Royale and then lost her next match against Brit, points which the matchmaker reiterated in their conversation.

“You know Adina, I’ve already taken Melissa off of the active roster with her loss against Estela and I’m still out there looking for new talent for the Women’s division, so unless you start to get some wins, you’re in jeopardy to suffer the same fate.”

Adina was distraught by the revelation but determined to not only prove that she belonged on the Women’s Division roster, but was good enough to compete for the title. And upon hearing who she would be competing against, was especially thankful that one of her opponents would be Barbara. She had faced off against Barbara twice before, pinning her in their joint audition and then eliminating her in the Battle Royale. So Adina was confident that she could defeat her fellow newcomer once again. And although she did not know anything about Estela, she was confident that she could defeat another newcomer as well.

Estela was the next to be called into the matchmaker’s office and was equally excited. She had hoped to get off to a fast start in the federation and having the opportunity to compete for the title after just one match was a dream come true. But despite being a newcomer to the federation, Estela was by far the most experienced wrestler of the three. At the young age of 23, she had been wrestling since she was teenager, first in her native Dominican Republic, and more recently in Mexico. And although she knew little about her 2 upcoming opponents, Estela was cautiously optimistic about her chances.

The last woman to see the matchmaker was Barbara, and though ecstatic about the chance to possibly compete for the title, the ominous warning that came with it was worrying.

“Let’s recap Barbara. First off you got destroyed by Flora in the Amateur Night Match, and then you got defeated by Adina in your audition. But I saw something in you that made me think you might eventually be a good wrestler, so I let you into the Women’s Division anyway. But even then, you were the first woman eliminated in the Bikini Wrestler of the Year Battle Royale. Not exactly an illustrious start to your wrestling career!” he began, his words laced with sarcasm.

Barbara sat and listened with a dejected sneer on her face as he went on. “But then you won the 2004 Popularity Poll and defeated Ms. Liberty, the same women who was training you! So I put you up against Shamiqua, who destroyed you. But despite that, you still finished at the top of the Women’s Division in the 2005 Popularity Poll. The fans love you, even though you haven’t won a match against a Women’s Division opponent. You’re 40 years old, and maybe the younger girls are too much for you to handle. So this is your last chance to prove yourself. If you win this 3 Way Dance, you get to wrestle against Flora for the title. But if you lose, then I’m moving you to the Veteran’s division.”

The threat was ominous, and gave Barbara pause. She did not want to wrestle in the Veteran’s Division for a number of reasons. First was her ego. Although she was in fact 40 years of age; the minimum required to compete in the Veteran’s Division; Barbara still considered herself a young woman and wanted to compete against young woman. She did NOT want to be thought of as an “older woman”, which is what all of the women in the Veteran’s Division were. The second reason was that Lace, her trainer, was also a member of the Veteran’s Division and Barbara did not relish the thought of having to possibly face her in a match, which would be inevitable if they wrestled in the same division. So with her incentives clear, Barbara was determined to succeed and emerge victorious in the 3 Way Dance.

After the meeting she immediately called Lace, informing her of the match and asking for her help in stepping up her training regimen. Lace was happy to do so and the next day, the two women were in the gym. Lace put Barbara through an exhausting workout, the first step in ensuring that her already protégé’ would be ready for the rigors of the match. Afterward, the two women sat down and began to discuss strategy.

“So, you’ve already been beaten by Adina twice!” Lace began, using psychology to try and anger her charge.

Barbara nodded her head sheepishly, unsure of how to respond.

“So, you should know enough about her now to prepare. I want you to think about those two matches, relive them. What did she do well? How did she beat you? What are her vulnerabilities? You don’t need me to tell you what they are. She’s already beat you twice. So now you’ve got to figure out how she did it, and stop her from doing it again!” Lace barked, trying to motivate Barbara.

“And the other girl is this … Estela. I watched her match. She’s good …. experienced …. uses lots of high flying moves … familiar with the ring …..” Lace began as Barbara listened intently. “But everyone has a weakness!”

Lace then took out a promotional picture of Estela in which she was posing in her white bikini.

“Look at her Barbara. What do you think?” Lace asked.

Barbara studied the picture, trying to figure out what her weakness was. But without having seen her wrestle, she had no clue. “Come on ... You don’t need to see her wrestle! Look at her picture ...” Lace yelled.

Barbara gain studied it, trying to come up with an assessment. “Well …. She’s young ... And in good shape ... she looks athletic ... but not probably is not overly strong ...”

Lace held the picture closer.

“Look at her body. Is she in better shape than you?!?!?” Lace demanded.

“No, I don’t think she is.” Barbara replied.

“Look at her midsection! It’s as soft as a marshmallow! Look at those legs ... no muscle tone ... Look at her arms ... where are the muscles? She may look good in a bikini ... But she isn’t nearly as fit as you are. And if you can attack her body ... I mean really ATTACK IT .... She won’t have a chance!” Barbara nodded her head, gazing back at Lace with great admiration. She was thankful to have the opportunity to learn from Lace’s many years of experience in the wrestling ring. The veteran went on for a short while longer, but finally they wrapped up the session, agreeing to resume in two days time.

Estela meanwhile also began to prepare. Seeking advice about her two impending challengers, she decided to pay a visit to her new neighbor Berto who lived in the apartment next to her. Estela had befriended Berto upon her arrival in America and he was the one who introduced her to the wrestling federation, despite being the boyfriend of Melissa who was a Women’s Division wrestler. As fate would have it, Estela was paired off against Melissa in her first match, not only defeating her, but eliminating her from the active roster in the process. To make matters worse for Melissa, Berto had actually cheered Estela on from his seat at ringside.

Attracted to Estela from the first time he laid eyes on her, Berto was not afraid to show it. Estela was attracted to him as well, but decided that since she was in a new country and trying desperately to be successful as a wrestler, she was not yet prepared to enter into a relationship with him. Berto understood and accepted her decision, yet he still dumped Melissa after Estela defeated her in their match.

Providing whatever insight he could about the two women she would be facing in the 3 Way Dance, Berto was excited to have the opportunity to watch her in action once again. Estela was not only beautiful, but a skilled wrestler as well, and Berto was happy to help progress her career as much as he could. So after giving her some information about both Barbara and Adina’s wrestling styles, Estela had another favor to ask.

“I am sorry to ask you this Berto, and I will understand if your answer is no….. but since I am new to this country and do not know anyone, I have no one to train with. I was wondering .... would you ... um ... be willing ... um ... to come to the gym and help me work on some moves?”

Smiling widely, Berto readily agreed, the two deciding to walk over to the gym together in a couple of days.

Two days passed and as Barbara arrived at the federation’s gym, she noticed that Adina was there as well, the two women starting their workouts at about the same time. Barbara occasionally glanced over to watch her upcoming opponent lift some weights and do some cardio from across the room, though Adina concluded her session after about an hour and left. But Barbara was nowhere near done however as Lace turned up the intensity, pushing Barbara even harder for the next 30 minutes. As usual, Lace put her through a long, grueling workout, leaving Barbara drenched with her own perspiration and breathing heavily. Lace tossed her a towel and gave her a few minutes to rest before they then walked into the wrestling arena where Lace planned to go through a few moves with her charge.

As they walked into the room, they were surprised to find Estela up in the ring with Berto, having recruited him to help her. Estela was practicing some of maneuvers on him as Lace and Barbara walked over and took a seat at ringside. Noticing the two women, Estela stopped so that they could not see what she was working on. She thanked Berto for his help before the tired man climbed out of the ring and walked back toward the locker room. The sexy Dominican meanwhile climbed out of the ring herself and walked over to greet her upcoming opponent.

“Hola, I am Estela. I believe that we will be wrestling against each other soon!” Estela declared in a friendly tone as she reached her hand out to Barbara while still breathing heavily.

Barbara shook her hand before introducing her to Lace. Estela shook Lace’s hand as well, but then turned back to Barbara.

“Well ….. It is nice to meet you Barbara and I wish you luck in our match.” Estela concluded before turning and walking back to the locker room. Barbara watched her walk away as Lace sneered.

“Don’t get friendly with your opponents Barbara!” she scolded before directing her up into the ring.

The two women stood face to face, Lace staring back at Barbara while placing her hands on her hips.

“Okay ... I want you to punch me in the stomach as hard as you can!” Lace declared.

Hesitating, Barbara looked back at her quizzically. She was reluctant to do so, and expressed her concern, but Lace reassured while remaining steadfast in front of her, nodding her head to motion for Barbara to take her best shot.

“Don’t worry, you won’t hurt me. Go ahead!” Lace demanded.

Still hesitant, Barbara took a step back and then sent a weak punch forward, nudging it into Lace’s tightened abdomen.

“Come on now Barbara. I want your best shot, and I want it now!” Lace demanded, growing irritated.

Barbara sighed, but finally decided that her mentor knew best. She rolled her fingers into a fist, adjusted her stance and then rammed her fist forward, striking Lace’s belly as hard as she could. Much to her surprise however, Lace barely flinched, taking the punch with no problem.

“Was that your best shot?” Lace asked derisively, as if to mock her.

“Well ... almost.” Barbara replied.

“Listen Barbara, if you want me to train you, then you need to do as I say. I want you to punch me in the stomach as hard as you can right now, or else I’m leaving.”

Sighing deeply, Barbara finally set herself again, took a step forward and threw her hardest punch into Lace’s belly, striking her square in the middle, just above her navel. Surprisingly however, Lace once again barely flinched, taking the blow easily. She then lowered her hands from her hips and wrapped her arm around Barbara’s shoulder.

“Okay, let’s talk about this. I’m a 49 year old woman, and while I’m in better shape than most women my age, the fact is that I’m still 9 years older than you. You gave me your best shot, and I barely felt it. The two girls you are gonna face are both 23 years old. That means that each of them are 17 years YOUNGER than you. Their bodies are strong, fit and able to take a lot of punishment. But if you can’t even hurt me, how are you going to hurt them?”

Though the question was rhetorical, Barbara nonetheless debated it. She hadn’t really given much thought to the ages of her opposition, but Lace had driven that point home with her observation. She would be facing 2 kids! And if Barbara couldn’t hurt an older woman like Lace, how was she going to hurt 2 young kids! But before Barbara fell into a state of despair, Lace intervened.

“The lesson here is that you’ve got to work twice as hard as they do. If they workout for an hour, you’ve got to workout for two! If they practice for an hour, you’ve got to practice for two! You’ve got to get stronger, you’ve got to get faster, you’ve got to get smarter in the ring…… You can do it, but you’ve got to be willing to work harder than you ever have before. Are you willing to do it?”

Barbara stood and stared back at her, her look of concern and consternation gradually being replaced by a look of determination and resolve. She was willing to work even harder than she had been in order to compensate for the age difference between herself and her opponents, and nodded confidently in response to Lace’s question. Satisfied, Lace walked her back to the locker room, reassured that Barbara was in the right frame of mind.

The three women continued their training in much the same way over the next couple of weeks. Barbara continued to work with Lace both in and out of the ring while Estela focused solely on her wrestling technique with Berto as her partner while Adina trained solely in the gym, having no one to work on technique with. But the week before the match, Estela arrived at the federation’s training complex alone, deciding that she really needed a woman to pair with.

She walked through the gym towards the wrestling arena but along the way, crossed paths with Adina, who had just finished a workout. The two glanced at each other, Estela coming up with an idea. She walked over to Adina and introduced herself.

“Hola Adina, my name is Estela and I will be one of your opponents in the 3 Way Dance.”

Sticking out her hand to shake it, Estela smiled sweetly. Adina was suspicious, but shook hands with her upcoming adversary nonetheless.

“I have a proposal for you Adina. I am new to this country and have no one to train with. So I was wondering ….. would you like to come to the ring and train with me for a little bit?”

Surprised by the offer, Adina stood silent, unsure how to react. Estela noticed her hesitation, and tried to calm her fears.

“I know what you are thinking Adina, but I am not trying to be …. how you say … sneaky? I simply need someone to train with and I think you have the same problem. So if you agree, you will not only get someone to train with, but you will also get the opportunity to learn my wrestling style. So what do you say?”

Pondering the offer, Adina debated it to herself. The pretty Dominican girl was right in that Adina did not have anyone to work on wrestling technique with. Unlike Barbara, who had Lace as a mentor, Adina was on her own, which is why her workouts had not yet taken her into the ring. And it WOULD be advantageous to learn a little bit about Estela’s style in the process. So with some hesitation, Adina agreed.

They agreed to meet in the ring in 10 minutes time, just a few minutes before Barbara showed up at the gym with Lace. So while Barbara and Lace ran through a workout in the gym, unbeknownst to them, Adina and Estela were working together in the ring in the next room.

After about 45 minutes of lifting weights, Lace decided to take her student next door and into the ring. Barbara was perspiring heavily and asked for a break to get a drink and towel off, so Lace agreed and told her to meet her in the ring. As Barbara walked to the locker room, Lace walked into the arena, surprised at what she saw. She stood there for a moment, watching Barbara’s two opponents train with each other. She was stunned, and as was her way, distrustful as to their intentions. But with less than a week to go before the match, Lace did not want Barbara to see that her opponents were working together, so she quickly walked back into the gym, intercepting her pupil.

“Change of plans. I want to make sure that your stamina is where it needs to be, so before we start in the ring, you need to get on the treadmill Barbara.” Lace ordered.

They walked over to the treadmill, Barbara stepping onto the belt as Lace established the settings. She gradually increased the speed to a jog and then set the timer for 45 minutes, long enough to ensure that the two other women would be finished. Noticing the demanding amount of time her trainer had set, Barbara looked back at her with a worried expression.

“Go as long as you can, but no less than 30 minutes. Got it? I’ll be back before you finish.” Lace instructed.

As Barbara’s fit body worked on the treadmill, Lace walked back into the arena, quietly taking a seat in the back row, out of sight. She watched the two women work together, and although they did not appear to be plotting against Barbara, Lace’s cynical mind concluded that they were. She covertly observed their session for the next 20 minutes before finally standing up and walking toward ringside.

Noticing her, Estela quickly stopped, nodding to Adina to indicate that they were through for today. Lace smirked up at the Dominican from ringside, as if to let her know that she knew what they were up to, but Estela simply smiled back, shouting out a greeting to the veteran wrestler.

“Hola Lace. We are just finishing up!”

With that, Adina climbed out of the ring and walked back to the locker room as Estela walked over to Lace.

“I know what you’re up to Estela.” Lace announced.

“I am not up to anything. I needed a training partner and Adina agreed. That is all!” she replied defiantly, as if annoyed by the accusation.

The two exchanged suspicious stares before finally Estela turned and walked away, Lace watching her until she left the arena. She then walked back into the gym where Barbara was still on the treadmill, her chest bobbing up and down as sweat poured off of her face and body. With 35 minutes gone on the timer, Lace gradually slowed the pace of the treadmill to a walk before finally stopping it, handing Barbara a towel.

“Okay, rest for a minute and then we’ll go hit the ring.” Lace announced.

Leaning over with her hands on her knees as she breathed heavily, sweat dripping off of her face, Barbara turned to look up at Lace as if to say, “Are you kidding me?” She was exhausted, but decided not to complain. So as she went to get a drink of water, Lace began to scour the large gym, looking for someone to help her with her strategy. She then spotted Ms. Liberty, who had just arrived in the gym wearing her blue, spandex bodysuit and was stretching before beginning her workout. There was a good deal of history between Lace and Ms. Liberty, the most recent history being the most precarious. But despite that, Lace nonetheless decided to ask for her help.

Ms. Liberty had been Barbara’s original mentor, but needing to focus on her own training for an important match, opted to take a break from the role. Barbara was hurt and angered by the decision, ultimately asking the matchmaker for (and winning) a match against her former trainer. Lace had trained Barbara for that match, and stuck with her ever since. But despite the outcome, Ms. Liberty had always felt guilty about walking out on Barbara, and didn’t hold anything against her, despite the loss.

But if the relationship between Ms. Liberty and Barbara wasn’t volatile enough, the relationship between Ms. Liberty and Lace was even more capricious. The two had been friends for many years, though their friendship had soured over the past couple of months. The fact that Lace had trained Barbara for the match against her was the start of the troubles, but the contention between them culminated in their most recent match, in which Lace controlled most of the action, handing out a horrific beating to her friend. But despite the momentum of the match, Ms. Liberty was nonetheless able to squeak out a victory, miraculously pinning Lace at the end.

Being a stubborn woman, the loss still stung Lace since she considered herself a much better wrestler than Ms. Liberty and having lost to her despite controlling the match was maddening. Deep down inside, Lace savored the opportunity to get revenge, and maybe, just maybe, this might be a way to do so. But that wasn’t her motivating factor. What she really needed was another wrestler to work with them in order to prepare Barbara for the match and the potential double teaming which Lace suspected was coming her way. So Lace walked over to Ms. Liberty, the two nodding uncomfortably at each other.

“I need your help.” Lace began, prompting a smirk from Ms. Liberty. “Barbara is in a 3 Way Dance this Saturday and I think the other two girls are scheming against her. So I want to show her a few moves in case they team up against her, but I can’t do that alone. Will you help?” Lace asked.

The question was very matter-of-fact, with no pleasantries exchanged. So despite the bad feelings between them, Ms. Liberty nonetheless decided to agree. She nodded her head, pleased with the opportunity to assist Barbara in her training. Despite the fact that Barbara had defeated her in their match, Ms. Liberty nonetheless still felt guilty about deserting her, and was happy to assist in her training.

When Barbara returned, she was surprised to see her trainer talking to Ms. Liberty. She was well aware of the history between them, and wondered why they were together. As Barbara approached, Ms. Liberty greeted her with a nod and a smile, Barbara nodding back suspiciously.

“We’re gonna go inside to the ring now. Ms. Liberty agreed to help me teach you some moves in case they try to double team you. So let’s go.” Lace stated, the three women walking into the other room and climbing up into the ring.

They stood there, the tension thick as Lace explained how, in a 3 Way Dance, that two women could work together to eliminate the third. Lace did not tell Barbara her suspicions, and since Barbara had already competed in a Battle Royale, she was well aware of how alliances can form. She did not suspect anything like that had happened prior to the start of her impending match, but agreed that it was good to prepare for it. So Lace went about setting up the first scenario.

She instructed Ms. Liberty to set up behind her and place her in a full nelson, which her former friend was glad to do. With Lace now trapped in the hold, her arms stretched out on either side of her body with Ms. Liberty’s arms coiled around them, Lace then told Barbara to get in front of her.

“The only way this is going to work is if we all agree to treat this as if it were real. So no holding back, okay?” Lace stated.

Barbara nodded, and Ms. Liberty did the same, although Lace could not see it. As a result, Ms. Liberty tightened the hold, applying even more pressure to Lace’s trapped arms, eliciting a hushed grunt from the trapped veteran. With a somewhat satisfied expression on her face, Ms. Liberty kept the full nelson locked on Lace, who then shouted instructions to her protégé’.

“Okay Barbara, this could be you. You’re trapped by one and the other is poised to strike. So I want you to come at me and attack. But remember, this is real, so come at me hard!”

Nodding her head, Barbara took a deep breath before rushing in. She prepared to deliver a punch to Lace’s gut, but before she could, Lace swung her legs forward and drove the soles of her feet into Barbara’s gut, knocking the wind out of her as she stumbled backward. Gasping for air, Barbara grabbed her midsection before looking up at her still trapped teacher.

“Okay, that’s how you stop the attack. But now you’re still trapped. So what do you do?” Lace asked.

Ms. Liberty meanwhile against tightened her grip, knowing the Lace was about to launch into a counter attack. But the trapped veteran then smashed her heel down onto the top of Ms. Liberty’s foot with all of her might. Grimacing, Ms. Liberty lifted her foot, but kept the full nelson in place.

“Damnit Lace!” she yelled, in obvious pain.

“Now if she’s wearing boots and that doesn’t work, you can do this.” Lace instructed as she then slammed the back of her foot into the front of Ms. Liberty’s shin, striking it hard.

With a grunt, Ms. Liberty hunched forward, releasing the hold as Lace’s arms fell free. The veteran then continued the lesson, addressing Barbara as she set for the next move.

“Time is of the essence here, as you’re now free, but not for long. So you’ve got to move quickly!”

Lace then drove her elbow backward, though not at full strength, and shoved it into Ms. Liberty’s gut. She then reached back across her shoulder, grabbing Ms. Liberty’s head and flipping her forward, sending her tumbling onto her mat at Lace’s feet. Looking a bit disoriented, Ms. Liberty quickly rolled onto her side and then got to her feet, an annoyed expression on her face. But Lace did not even look at her, instead barking instructions to Barbara.

They switched positions, Barbara now trapped in the full nelson as they ran through the scenario numerous times to allow her to get comfortable with the various options. This continued for almost an hour before finally, they decided to call it a day. Ms. Liberty and Lace had each taken some token shots at the other when the opportunity presented itself, though neither took it far enough to create a problem. Barbara meanwhile was grateful and walked over to Ms. Liberty to shake her hand.

“Thank you for helping me, I really appreciate it. I’m sorry for what’s happened between us, and I hope we can still be friends.” she stated.

Ms. Liberty looked down at her hands, but pushed it aside, and instead gave her a hug.

“Good luck in your match! I hope you beat them both and get the chance to even the score against Flora. And when you do, I’ll be sitting right in the front row!”

The unpleasant history between the two women faded as Ms. Liberty turned and walked out of the ring, nodding to Lace before she did, Lace nodding back and thanking her. Lace gave Barbara some final tips before they both headed back to the locker room together and ended a long day of training. The next few days went quickly, and the night of the match arrived. The three women all took up residence in the same locker room which was quiet and tense as they each glanced suspiciously at the others. Barbara tried to gauge whether her two opponents had formed any type of alliance though still unaware that they had trained together for a few days, Lace choosing to withhold that information from her. Adina and Estela sat quietly as well, on opposite sides of the locker room, neither having discussed an alliance between them. Adina wasn’t sure how their combined training might affect the flow of the match, and was unsure if Estela would work as an ally, or enemy to eliminate Barbara. Estela meanwhile was filled with nervous energy, bouncing around the locker room as she shook her limbs and stretched. Finally however, the introductions began, the women called one at a time to enter the arena as the announcer addressed the crowd.

“Welcome to a special night of Women’s Division wrestling! Tonight we have three of our most popular wrestlers competing in a special 3 Way Dance Match, with the winner moving on to face Flora for the Women’s Division Title! But before we announce the rules, let’s first meet our combatants!”

The capacity crowd roared with anticipation as they awaited the arrival of the women. Once the cheers died down however, the announcer again stepped forward and introduced the wrestlers.

“Our first competitor is 23 years of age, stands 5’ 5” tall and weighs 135 pounds. Please welcome back ….. ADINA!”

The pretty Pakistani woman burst through the doors and trotted down the aisle to a loud ovation. Wearing a burgundy colored bikini, she was barefoot as she jogged to ringside and took her place in her corner, her long black hair tied in a ponytail. Despite having no close friends or relatives at ringside, Adina nonetheless had a good deal of support form the fans as she waved to show her appreciation for the cheers.

“"Our next competitor is 40 years of age, stands 5’ 4” tall and weighs 120 pounds. So please give it up for ….. BARBARA!!!”

A large roar filled the arena as the spry Barbara skipped down the aisle wearing an orange bikini bottom and matching sports bra and wrestling boots. She slapped hands with the fans along the way, her body glistening under the lights from the nervous perspiration which dotted her sculpted frame as she smiled widely, her pretty brown eyes sparkling as well in appreciation of the raucous greeting.

Reaching ringside, she spotted her husband sitting in the front row, next to Lace, and trotted over, giving him a kiss before climbing up into the ring. The couple had debated whether or not allow their kids to come and watch the match in person, but decided against once more, though agreeing that if their mom did earn the right to wrestle for the title, the kids would come and watch her.

As she bounced nervously in her corner, it was obvious to see the results of her hard work in the gym. Though always fit, her newly chiseled body looked even better than usual. Her arms and legs were lithe and sculpted, and though not muscular, looked fit and strong. Her abdomen was taut and flat with two creases running down either side of a barely visible six pack, further evidence of the hard work she had put in.

“And our final warrior and newest member of the Women’s Division…. She is 23 years of age, stands 5’ 7” tall and weighs 135 pounds, please welcome ….. ESTELA!”

The roar of the crowd was impressive, at least as loud as the ovation given Barbara, and perhaps even a bit louder. And it grew even louder as the sexy Dominican came into view. Wearing a white bikini and matching, ankle high wrestling boots, Estela pranced playfully down the aisle, the fans clamoring to run over and wish her luck. With her long, black hair blowing behind her as she made her way forward, Estela smiled sweetly as she reached ringside. Spotting Berto in the front row, she gave him a wink before she charged up into the ring, standing in the center with a sexy pose to further rouse her fans.

Her two competitors looked on, Adina expressionless while Barbara appeared a bit jealous at the reaction of the fans to her opponent. Estela’s popularity at least equaled, and perhaps even surpassed Barbara’s, an occurrence which the 40 year old wrestler had not yet had to deal with. But as all 3 women settled back into their corners, popularity was no longer their concern as the announcer broadcast the rules.

“In this 3 Way Dance, all normal rules apply except that all 3 women will remain in the ring at all times. The first woman to be either pinned or submit will be eliminated, leaving the remaining two to fight it out. The last woman standing will be declared the winner and move on to face Flora in the next Women’s Division Championship Match! So let’s get to it!!!”

He then stepped out of the ring, the lights over the crowd dimmed and the crowd buzzed with anticipation as finally, the bell rang to signal the start of the match. All 3 women moved out of their corners, some more slowly than others. Barbara was the most cautious, only advancing a few steps to ensure that she kept the other two women in front of her as much as possible, as per Lace’s instructions. Adina moved to her right while Estela skipped to the center of the ring, as if debating whom to attack first.

Little action occurred for the first several seconds as they surveyed the landscape, but then Adina decided to target Barbara, rushing her as the two locked up. They intertwined arms and began to struggle, Estela moving up behind them. Barbara had her back to the Dominican momentarily, but quickly shifted around as she struggled with Adina, forcing the Pakistani’s back to be facing in toward the ring with Barbara just a couple of feet away from the corner.

Anxious to get involved, Estela charged up behind Adina and quickly wrapped her arms around Adina’s waist in a reverse bearhug before pulling on her. With Estela’s arms squeezing around her gut, Adina was lifted upright. But she then lunged one leg forward, licking a surprised Barbara in the chest. Stumbling back against the corner, Barbara grabbed her aching chest just as Estela dropped Adina, sending her to that mat where she landed hard on her butt, a sharp pain shooting up her spine.

The crowd roared as Estela then grabbed hold of Adina’s wrists and dragged her on her back to near the center of the ring before dropping her arms and stomping down into her belly. Adina’s body recoiled, but as her limbs fell back to the canvas, Estela stepped on her tummy, using it as a launching pad to propel herself forward, driving her shoulder into Barbara’s chest, just as she tried to move out of the corner.

With Barbara pinned back into the corner, Estela sent a chop down onto her chest before grabbing her by the wrist and shooting her across the ring by the arm. Barbara raced forward, involuntarily stepping on Adina along the way, before she crashed against the turnbuckles in the far corner, her arms falling over the top rope.

Flattened near the center of the ring, Adina rolled onto her side, clutching her aching midsection while Barbara sagged from the corner, Estela now charging toward her. Unable to prevent it, Barbara found herself victimized by a flying dropkick from Estela, the soles of her boots slamming into Barbara’s chest.

With her aching bosom bouncing wildly, Barbara sagged from the ropes as Adina tried desperately to get up. Estela had taken over the match in the early stages, and with Barbara still dangling in the corner, the Dominican targeted Adina. Grabbing a handful of her black hair, Estela pulled Adina up onto her feet, and then slammed a knee into her already aching gut, doubling her over. The Dominican beauty then placed Adina in a side headlock and began to pull her toward the corner where Barbara stood, gathering steam as they approached. Stepping away just a foot from the corner, Estela rammed the top of Adina’s head forward, driving it into Barbara’s gut as the 40 year old let out a loud guffaw.

“OOFFFFFF!” howled Barbara as Adina fell to one knee in front of her, Estela marching back to the center of the ring with her arms thrust overhead.

The crowd roared their approval, cheering the impressive assault by the federation’s newest member. She had her two adversaries in trouble, with merely a minute gone by in the match. Adina grabbed the ropes on either side of Barbara’s body and used them to propel herself upward. Getting to her feet, her face just inches away from Barbara, she used the opportunity to dig a knee into Barbara’s taut tummy, further pounding the dimpled belly. Again Barbara howled, but Adina paid for her recklessness by taking a dropkick to the back, knocking her against Barbara as Estela’s two opponent’s bodies became entangled in a mass, dangling from the corner.

With Barbara’s back pressed against the ropes while Adina faced her, the two pressed together, Estela rushed up and stomped her foot into Adina’s lower back, further pounding both of them into the corner. Lace looked on from ringside, shaking her head before shouting for Barbara to get out of the corner. Berto meanwhile looked on from across the ring with a huge smile on his face, enamored by the Dominican’s adeptness. Estela meanwhile grabbed Adina by the ponytail and yanked her from the corner, dragging her along towards the center of the ring before switching her grip to clutch Adina by the wrist.

Setting her feet in exactly the middle of the ring, Estela then began pulling the Pakistani in a circle around her, forcing Adina to race clockwise for two revolutions before releasing her. Adina charged towards Barbara’s corner, but the older of the three was able to roll out of the corner before Adina hit. As a result, Barbara escaped further punishment, but Adina paid the price as her chest slammed against the top turnbuckle, her arms falling over the top rope as she hung off of it.

Barbara moved slowly away, crouching into a fighting stance though a grimace stretched across her pretty face. She stared straight at Estela, who stared back at her with a smile as the crowd cheered wildly. With her curly, brown hair falling around her face, Barbara breathed heavily as she circled, moving with a slight limp. She quickly glanced at Adina, but she was going nowhere for now, still sagging from the corner. Estela then moved closer to Barbara, shouting to her.

“Are you ready mi amiga?”

Barbara did not offer a response and Estela did not expect one, instead rushing at her as the two locked arms. With Barbara’s curly brown hair and Estela’s thick, black hair whisking about their heads, the two struggled for an advantage in arm to arm combat.

Barbara then managed to wrap one leg behind Estela’s thigh and push forward, forcing the dominant Dominican to tumble backward. But Estela curved her spine as she fell, and as she hit the mat with Barbara falling on top of her, managed to shove her knee into Barbara’s groin while thrusting it upward.

The momentum of Estela’s fall onto her curved back allowed her to roll backward and hoist Barbara up and over her head. In a spectacular sight, Barbara’s body whirled overhead, her legs shooting straight up into the air before she circled downward and landed hard on her back. With her body trembling from the landing, Barbara’s head was alongside Estela’s for a second as the two remained on the mat, but Estela rose quickly getting to her feet and rushing over to her fallen foe.

Stretched out near the corner, Barbara was spread below Adina, who had turned and climbed onto the middle rope, perched directly over Barbara. So as Estela moved in, Adina leaped forward, delivering a body splash onto the Dominican and knocking her back to the mat. Estela landed on her back once again, but this time could not prevent Adina from landing on top of her, crushing her against the canvas.

Several in the crowd booed as Adina adjusted her weight, trying to pin Estela beneath her. The two struggled for a few moments, Estela trying desperately to keep one shoulder off of the canvas as Adina tried to pin it down. Finally the ref moved in and slapped a two count, but Estela was able to kick out of the pin, rolling Adina off of her. A large contingent of Estela’s fans breathed a sigh of relief as their favorite had escaped the pin attempt, though Adina was now the aggressor, getting to her feet quickly.

She snatched a handful of Estela’s hair and ripped her forcefully onto her feet, the Dominican rising and trying to land a punch to the Pakistani’s gut, though Adina avoided the attempt. Pulling Estela’s head down with the grip on her hair, Adina then lifted her knee and rammed it into Estela’s bowed head, eliciting a sickening CRACK as Estela shot backward before falling to the mat and rolling onto her side with her hands cupping her face.

Across the ring, Barbara slowly got to her feet as Adina hovered over the Dominican. Taking a moment to watch the action, Barbara backed into the corner as Adina reached down and grabbed one of Estela’s ankles. She pulled up on her leg before glancing over at Barbara.

“Come on. Get her other leg!” Adina yelled.

Hesitating, Barbara then trudged over and clenched onto Estela’s other ankle, pulling her leg up as well. Now flat on her back with each leg trapped by a different adversary, Estela’s eyes squinted with fear as the two women began to stretch her apart, pulling her legs in opposite directions. Grunting in pain, which gradually gave way to screams of pain, Estela tried desperately to hold on. The ref moved in and asked her for a submission, but Estela refused, shaking her head in an animated fashion before releasing another agonized screech. Trapped in the compromising position with her legs spread wide and being pulled further apart, Estela’s screams were ear-splitting. But then finally Barbara dropped the leg she was holding, prompting Adina to give her an angry stare.

“What are you doing?!?! We had her!!!” Adina yelled.

But Barbara refused to comply, provoking Adina to send a couple of angry stomps into the back of Estela’s thigh before dropping her injured leg. Rolling onto her side, Estela began to moan as she clutched her thigh while Adina looked back at Barbara. The two stared at each for a minute before Adina charged, fire in her eyes. But Barbara dropped down onto her side, swiping her own legs against the side of Adina’s knee and knocking her down in the process.

With the crowd in a frenzy, most cheering but some booing, Barbara rushed down onto Adina, rolling her onto her stomach before taking a seat on her back and grabbing hold of her legs. She then rolled Adina’s legs back toward her body, locking her in a Boston Crab hold as Adina slapped the mat in pain. The crowd cheered loudly once again as Adina now began to scream in pain, Barbara pulling her body into the awkward spiral.

The ref moved in again, this time checking to see if Adina would submit, though the Pakistani refused, despite the pain she was in. Estela meanwhile had crawled up behind Barbara, getting onto her knees as she hovered, unsuspectingly, behind the 40 year old. Though Barbara had Adina trapped in a submission hold, she had carelessly let Estela sneak up behind her, even though Lace had warned never to let anyone come up behind her. So as Barbara continued to pull on Adina’s legs, Estela lifted her arm before dropping her elbow down into the back of Barbara’s neck.

A flurry of hot twinges ran down Barbara’s spine as she collapsed to the mat, rolling onto her side and grabbing her aching neck. Estela remained on her knees for a moment, taking a few deep breaths as Adina rolled over and got to her knees as well. With the two kneeling women now on either side of the fallen Barbara, Estela again came up behind her, ripping Barbara up by the hair before shoving her arms beneath Barbara’s and locking her into a full nelson. She straightened Barbara up, the 40 year old’s arms stretched out to either side of her body as she was held erect, Adina setting up in front of her.

Looking on, Lace grit her teeth as she stared at Barbara, hoping that she had remembered what she had been taught. They had gone over this exact move, Barbara practicing it repeatedly. As Estela held her erect, Adina moved in, and as if on queue, Barbara lunged her legs upward and slammed them into the front of Adina’s charging body. The blow knocked Adina to the canvas as Barbara then dropped her feet back to the canvas before hauling her foot forward and then driving it into Estela’s shin.

Squealing, Estela slumped, but did not break the hold, prompting Barbara to stomp her heel down into Estela’s foot. The second blow worked as Estela released her grip, Barbara then ramming her elbow back into Estela’s gut before reaching back and flipping her across her shoulder, sending her tumbling to the mat.

“ATTA GIRL!” Lace cheered from ringside, proud of her student. Barbara had executed the maneuver perfectly, and had both of her opponent’s on the mat in front of her now.

“I taught her that!” Lace whispered to Barbara’s husband, who was seated next to her.

Barbara then trudged over to Estela and sent a stomp down into her belly before doing the same to Adina, keeping both of them stuck to the canvas. Standing upright, Barbara sucked in a deep gasp of oxygen, her body now sweating heavily as her fit figure glistened under the lights. With her hair disheveled, Barbara looked out into the crowd, smiling briefly at Lace before glancing back at her husband. She looked almost primal, sweaty and tousled, a sight her husband enjoyed thoroughly.

“She really looks great! You did a great job with her Lace.” Her husband whispered to his wife’s mentor.

“It’s not over yet!” Lace replied, cautiously watching the action.

After another deep breath, Barbara then walked over to Adina and dropped her knee down into Adina’s gut. As the Pakistani’s legs shot up into the air as she howled in pain, Barbara grabbed then and rolled then forward, pinning her shoulders to the canvas in the process. The ref then dove in, checked Adina’s shoulders and slapped out a three count, eliminating Adina from the match. The announcer, seated at ringside, made it official as Barbara lifted herself off of her defeated foe.

“Adina has been pinned and is eliminated, leaving Barbara and Estela to fight it out!” he declared.

Adina slapped the canvas in anger as she crawled to ringside where she was helped from the ring. Barbara allowed herself a split second to celebrate as she stood up, pumping her fist and whispering “YEAH!” to herself, gratified that she had finally avenged her previous losses against the Pakistani. But the battle was far from over as she now had to face off, woman-to-woman, against the other 23 year old.

Estela meanwhile had gotten onto her hands and knees, about to push herself upright. But Barbara lumbered over to her and grabbed a handful of her hair, ripping her up and onto her knees the hard way. As Estela rose however, she curled her right hand into a fist an unleashed three straight jabs into the pit of Barbara’s gut; ... FWAP ... WHAP ... WHAP!

The blows doubled Barbara over as Estela gradually pushed herself onto her feet and stood directly in front of her folded over foe. She then placed her hands down onto the back of Barbara’s shoulders, using it to leapfrog over her back. Sailing over her, Estela’s legs straddled Barbara’s body before she landed directly behind Barbara, their butts just inches apart. Estela then lifted her arms over her head while thrusting her hips backward in an animated fashion, striking Barbara’s rear end with her own. As a result, Barbara flopped forward, plummeting face first to the canvas.

The crowd roared as Estela did a brief little swivel of her hips for their enjoyment before turning and marching over to her fallen foe. Reaching down, she grabbed a handful of Barbara’s thick, curly hair from the back of her head and yanked her onto her feet. She then continued forward, driving Barbara’s face down into the turnbuckle with great force. Barbara’s arms fluttered forward as she slumped against the corner, her head in a fog as her arms fell over the top ropes.

Estela moved in again, pulling Barbara off of the corner by the arm before spinning her around and tossing her across the ring. The 40 year old raced across the ring before she slammed into the opposite corner, her back taking the brunt of the collision. Once again her arms fell onto the top ropes as her body slumped down into the corner. Estela then took off, racing toward her. She made it about two thirds of the way before diving forward with her arms spread in front of her. Completing a front handspring somersault, Estela’s legs soared forward until the sole of her boots battered into Barbara’s midsection with great force.

“AAWWWWWW!” howled the 40 year old as her body sunk even more deeply from the corner.

Although Estela quickly got to her feet to a huge ovation; the acrobatic attack delighting her fans; the blow was devastating and left Barbara in trouble. Estela’s feet seemed to penetrate her abdominal cavity, leaving Barbara with her head bowed and her body slumped from the ropes as her long hair fell completely over her face. Her husband cringed at the ferocity of the kick and looked on with great concern, seeing his depleted wife droop from the corner. He had seen this before as his wife had often started out strongly in her previous matches, only to be beaten down over time. So he turned to Lace nervously, looking for reassurance.

“Don’t worry; this isn’t the same old Barbara. She can take it. We’ve been working hard on her body to help it absorb the punishment.” Lace replied.

But the words weren’t very comforting to him as the fact that his wife was taking punishment at all was very disheartening. To make matters worse, Estela had a wide smile on her face, reenergized by the cheers of the fans as she was now obviously trying to put on a show for them, all at his wife’s expense. Playing to the crowd, Estela did another little dance in the center of the ring before storming back to the corner to resume the assault. She stood before the still wilted 40 year old and reached forward, grabbing her by the wrists and pulling her arms off of the ropes. The Dominican then lifted her right leg, stomping her foot forward and driving it into Barbara’s dimpled stomach.

“FFOOOOOFFFF!” howled Barbara as her head jerked backward, causing her long, curly hair to whirl around her head.

With her foot now embedded in Barbara’s tummy, Estela then fell backward, pulling down on Barbara’s arms as she fell. Once her back hit the mat, Estela lunged her right foot upward, shooting Barbara’s body into the air as it circled overhead before slamming to the mat, flat on her back.

Strewn apart, her four limbs spreading in different directions, Barbara’s body bounced once as her knees bent in toward her chest. They gradually fell back to the canvas, her feet now planted as her legs bent in at the knee. As she lay there, the lights dancing off of her slick, toned body, Barbara barely moved as Estela walked to the corner and began to climb the ropes. The crowd erupted, sensing the end of the match as Estela reached the top ropes, balancing herself as she stretched her arms to her side as if about to take off. And that is exactly what she did, leaping forward in a swan dive, Barbara’s prone body her target.

But the battered Barbara quickly recoiled her knees to her chest, this time intentionally, as Estela’s eyes widened in fear upon her descent. Unable to prevent her woeful fate, Estela’s midsection collided with Barbara’s knees as the sexy Dominican let out a pained screech upon her landing.

“UUUHHHHHH!”

She rolled off of Barbara’s knees and fell to the floor, landing on her side as she huddled her body together. Barbara’s husband and Lace jumped up and cheered, delighted at the retaliatory reaction of their hero. But with both women now flattened to the mat, it wasn’t yet clear that Barbara had completely escaped trouble. She struggled to roll onto her side before getting to her knees, Estela still suffering just a few feet away. Barbara grimaced as she pushed herself onto one knee, and then finally got both feet beneath her. She wiped the hair from her face and stood up, taking a deep breath before traipsing over to her fallen adversary.

Though a large contingent of fans cheered Barbara’s comeback, an equally large contingent of Estela’s fans either sat silently or jeered. Barbara meanwhile used her foot to roll Estela onto her back, and then lowered herself, taking a seat on Estela’s chest. She pulled the Dominican’s arms out to her sides before kneeling upright, placing her shins down onto Estela’s arms to pin them to the canvas. The ref moved over and checked to see if the Dominican’s shoulders were pinned, Barbara kneeling erect with Estela flattened beneath her. He then began to slap at the mat. The first slap drew a thunderous reaction from the crowd while the second drew gasps as fans of both women were shocked at the outcome. But before he could slap the mat a third time, Estela thrust her hips upward, launching Barbara off of her as she fell forward above Estela’s head.

A huge cheer filled the arena as Estela kept herself alive, though Barbara hastily rolled onto her side and gradually got to her feet. Moving slowly, Barbara stood up as Estela rolled onto her side and got into a seated position. Barbara came up behind her and reached down, grabbing hold of Estela’s wrist and pulling them behind her. The 40 year old then lifted her leg and wedged her right foot between the Dominican’s shoulders while pulling back on her arms, stretching her upper body painfully in the process.

With her pretty face contorting in pain, Estela groaned loudly as her upper body was curled awkwardly. Barbara pulled back as hard as she could, trying to increase the pressure on the younger woman’s back and shoulders. Estela continued to grimace and groan, but when the ref asked her if she quit, Estela defiantly shook her head to refuse. Barbara continued to tug on her victim’s arms, but once it was apparent that she would not quit, Barbara finally released her grip as Estela’s upper body collapsed forward.

Seated upright with her legs spread apart in front of her, Estela’s head hung down as her arms fell limply to her sides. Barbara remained standing behind her meanwhile, debating her next move. Breathing deeply, Barbara was happy to rest for a moment, her fit body nonetheless exhausted. She ran through the moves Lace had worked on with her in her head, debating what to do next. She needed to try and put Estela away soon since she was quickly running out gas, but also wanted to be cautious not to allow the feisty Dominican any opportunity to retaliate.

She debated using the figure four leglock to garner a submission, but remembered how that backfired on her in her match against Shamiqua. She then contemplated trapping Estela in a headscissors, but that would require a good deal of stamina to keep in place, and stamina was something Barbara did not have in abundant supply right now. Finally Barbara decided on her next move and again came up behind Estela, dropping down onto one knee while placing her lifted knee directly behind the Dominican beauty. She then reached forward and wrapped her arm around Estela’s head, pulling her backward until Estela’s back rested against her outstretched knee.

Bent in half, Estela found herself looking up at the spotlights over the ring as Barbara placed one hand beneath her chin and began to push down on it, further bending Estela’s body. Barbara then placed her other hand on Estela’s knee to keep her body bent in half, securing her in an over the knee backbreaker.

The debilitated Dominican began to flap her arms at her sides, her back screaming in pain as Barbara continued to push down on her chin. Grumbling from beneath her clenched teeth, the pressure became unbearable as the ref again moved in and asked her if she was ready to quit. Though unable to speak coherently due to the pressure on her jaw, Estela waved her arms to signal that she refused. With the fans once again on their feet wondering if the match would soon be over, Estela’s fans booed loudly, though Barbara’s vocal fans competed against them admirably in a war of words.

Stepping up the pressure, Barbara pushed down even harder, bending Estela’s back in agonized fashion. But still the determined Dominican refused to give in, waving off the request to submit. Once again Barbara was faced with the possibility that her opponent was not going to give up no matter what, and though she admired her tenacity, she was hopeful that Estela would finally relent to the hold. But after a few more seconds and final wave off from Estela to the ref, Barbara released her grip, lifting her arms over head before dropping her combined fist down into Estela’s soft, stretched gut.

“BBLLLLAAAHHH!” howled the 23 year old as her body reflexively lifted.

Barbara then pulled her outstretched knee back in toward her body, causing Estela to fall flat on her back. She got up, and sent a final stomp down into her tummy, just to ensure that she would not get up. Barbara then turned and walked toward the corner, the fans wondering what she had in mind. Lace however knew exactly what Barbara was doing, and began to yell at her to just go for the pin.

But Barbara had something else in mind, wanting to show the fans that she too could be high flyer. She climbed the corner, reaching the middle turnbuckle, before turning and leaping forward. She dove through the air with arms stretched to her sides, Estela unable to protect herself as Barbara landed hard on top of her, spreading herself across Estela’s shoulders.

The Dominican’s legs shot in the air as once again, the ref dove and checked her shoulders. He then slapped the mat, Barbara’s fans chanting with each slap.

“ONE …. TWO ….. THREE!”

Barbara had done it! She had pinned Estela and won the match! She pumped her fist as she lay across her flattened foe, celebrating her victory before pushing herself onto her knees where she folded her head into her lap to celebrate to herself. The fans were all on their feet now, even Estela’s fans respecting Barbara’s victory. They had been thoroughly entertained, and Barbara got to her feet, her arm was lifted overhead as the announcer proclaimed her the winner.

“The winner of the 3 Way Dance and moving on to face Flora for the Women’s Division Title ..... BARBARA!!!!!”

A huge cheer erupted as Barbara smiled widely, tears in her eyes from the overwhelming emotions she was filled with. She was turned to all four sides of the ring with her arms still raised, finally throwing a kiss to her husband and mouthing the words “Thank You” to Lace. She had defeated the two 23 year olds, avenging her previous losses to Adina in the process. And even more importantly, she would now get the chance to face Flora, the woman who had humiliated her at the start of her wrestling career, and take her title in the process.

Finally Barbara’s arm was lowered and she walked over to Estela, who had gotten to her feet. Standing closely, Estela looked back at her and nodded her head, Barbara following suit.

“You are a very good wrestler Barbara. Good luck in the title match.” she said, graciously congratulating the woman who had just defeated her.

Estela then lunged forward and hugged Barbara, the two women each earning respect for the other.

“You are a great wrestler too Estela. That was a tough match.” she replied.

Finally Barbara walked out of the ring, rushed over to her husband and gave him a hug. Again she began to cry, overwhelmed by her accomplishment as Lace looked on, proud of her pupil.

THE END

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