Estela vs. Melissa
One stays .... One goes!!!

Finishing dead last in the wrestling federation’s popularity contest for the second year in a row, Melissa was visibly angered and secretly hurt by the outcome. She had received the lowest possible score possible, with each and every fan who voted giving her the lowest rating available. As a “street tough” Puerto Rican woman who lived in a rough neighborhood, Melissa rarely showed her softer side, so it wasn’t surprising that she hid her emotional pain from everyone, including her boyfriend Berto. But deep down inside, she was shaken and upset. Thinking about it she realized that she hadn’t been scheduled to wrestle for quite some time, despite asking for matches, and wondered what the ramifications of her poor showing in the poll for the second year in a row would be. So she finally decided to take matters into her own hands, arranging a meeting with the federation’s matchmaker. The meeting was not a good one as Melissa tried to demand a match, but the matchmaker came right back at her.

“Listen Melissa, the fans just don’t like you, and to be honest, I’m not sure you have a future as a wrestler with us. You’re ranking in the popularity contest was the lowest anyone has ever received. In fact, I think we’re going to drop you from the roster!” he stated.

Melissa’s initial reaction was to get angry as she yelled back at him in protest. She tried to state her case, reminding him how she had survived the first round of The Gauntlet in the Bikini Wrestler of the Year Contest and that after that, wasn’t given another chance to prove herself. She argued loud and passionately, her argument peppered with four letter words.

“Yeah, you survived The Gauntlet, I’ll give you that. But then Flora wiped the mat with you in the final. You couldn’t even put up a fight!” he rebutted.

The two continued to go back and forth before finally he finally gave her an ultimatum.

“I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do. We’ve been looking for some new talent in the Women’s Division, so once I find someone, I’ll give you a match against her. If you win, then you can stay, at least for now. But if you lose, you’re done!”

He stared back at her, Melissa’s face curled into an angry expression.

“Fine! You just tell the bitch that I’m gonna kick the shit out of her!”

With that Melissa stormed out. She walked briskly to the bus stop before finally getting onto a bus and taking a seat in the back. The bus was virtually empty so she bowed down behind the seat in front of her as her emotions took over and she began to cry. She only allowed herself a few seconds of the outburst before she quickly pulled herself together, wiping the tears from her rounded cheeks. As she sat up, an older man in the front of the bus stared back at her, and in typical form, Melissa shouted at him to mind his own business. Upon reaching her stop, she got off the bus and walked back to her apartment building. She then called her boyfriend Berto, looking for comfort.

She decided to tell him about some of the meeting, but not all of it. Berto loved wrestling, especially women’s wrestling, so Melissa wanted him to know that she would be wrestling again soon. She chose not to let him know the implications of a loss however since Berto had no tolerance for weakness, nor did she tell him about the outcome of the popularity poll, too embarrassed by the results. Melissa tried desperately to hide any sign of weakness from him, but she would certainly be in a vulnerable position in the upcoming match and that was something she did not want him to know. Despite her strong will and rough exterior, Melissa was really a pussycat when it came to Berto, in fact she had an almost submissive personality when it came to him, in sharp contrast to the way she dealt with everyone else. She knew that Berto was a very handsome man, perhaps more handsome than she deserved, so she was determined to do anything in her power not to lose him. In fact, he was the main reason she had gotten into wrestling in the first place. She knew that she couldn’t compete against some of the other girls from the neighborhood when it came to her physical appearance, so the way for her to get to his heart had been fighting, the fact that she was a professional wrestler probably the most compelling reason he was with her in the first place.

Despite the fact that his Melissa was willing to do just about anything to keep her boyfriend happy, Berto was not exactly the best boyfriend in return. He had a roaming eye, and at times, other parts of his body roamed too. He was also very demanding when it came to his treatment of Melissa, though she did not feel that way. It wasn’t very clear if she was just naïve or in denial; again in sharp contrast to the way she dealt with everything else in her life; but Melissa was a different person around him. Sitting on her bed, she composed herself before dialing Berto’s number. He did not pick up however, so she chose not to leave a message, instead lying back in bed, closing her eyes and eventually falling asleep in her clothes. What she didn’t know however, was that Berto was preoccupied.

He lived in an apartment building about a mile away, and just that day, a new tenant had moved in next door. Estela was a young Dominican woman who had just moved here and taken the apartment next to Berto’s. At 27 years of age, she had moved to America to find a better life, hoping to strike it big. She was strikingly pretty, a fact not lost on Berto who quickly volunteered to help her move in her few belongings. Grateful, Estela invited him to join her for some Sangria which she had brought with her from the Dominican Republic. The two sat on the floor, drinking Sangria and getting to know each other. After a few minutes, Berto asked Estela what she did for a living.

“I do lots of things.” Estela began, “I do some modeling, some acting, some singing …. But mostly I wrestle.”

Berto was stunned and instantly sat upright. Estela went on to explain how she had started wrestling in the Dominican Republic when she was a teenager. She did well enough to get invited to train in Mexico for several months where she learned how to become a “Luchadora”. Her training taught her to the skills of both the aerial / high flying method of wrestling as well as to fight in the truly “hard core” matches which were so popular amongst the Mexican wrestling fans. She had spent the past two years going back and forth between Mexico and the Dominican, but with the low pay and travel expenses, her money had run out and so she decided that it was time to come to America and try to earn her fortune.

With a wide smile on his face, Berto explained that he knew of a wrestling federation who might be interested in having Estela wrestle for them. Her pretty, expressive eyes lit up as he gave her all of the details; all of them except the fact that he had a girlfriend who wrestled for them as well. Estela was excited and gave him a big hug to thank him. Berto gladly accepted the hug, choosing not to take it any further, at least not just yet. Estela then told him that she was tired and still had much to do to get herself settled so Berto said good night, a sly smile on his face as Estela smiled back shyly, gave him a kiss on the cheek and walked him to the door.

“If you need anything, I’m right next door. Call me anytime!” Berto offered enthusiastically.

The next day Estela called the wrestling federation’s offices and scheduled an appointment for herself. Later that week she showed up for her meeting dressed in a pair of low-slung, cut-off shorts and a button down shirt, unbuttoned at the bottom and tied up to the bottom of her chest. She was also armed with a video tape of some of her matches from Mexico. Not surprisingly, after watching the tape, looking her over and speaking with her, the matchmaker offered her the opportunity to compete for a spot on the federation’s roster at their next show. What she didn’t know however, was that the woman she would be wrestling against was Berto’s girlfriend Melissa, and that if she beat her, Melissa would be removed from the roster.

Delighted, Estela walked home, stopping along the way to pick up some groceries and a bottle of wine. She wanted to show her appreciation to Berto for helping her get the opportunity to wrestle in America, so she decided to invite him over for dinner. She was attracted to Berto, and wanted to get to know him better, though that was as far as she was willing to go, at least for now. She did not want to start a relationship with someone so soon after arriving in a new country, though she didn’t rule out the possibility that eventually a relationship with him might be a possibility. Arriving back at her building with an armful of groceries, she fumbled to get her keys out of her pocketbook as she stood at the door to her apartment, finally opening it just as Berto and Melissa emerged from his apartment next door.

“Hola Berto!” Estela shouted to him sweetly, drawing a suspicious glare from Melissa.

Before they could begin to talk however, Estela’s telephone began to ring so she waved goodbye before running inside to pick it up. Melissa’s jealousy quickly showed as her expression turned sour.

“Who the fuck is that?!” she asked angrily.

“Calm yourself muchacha! She just moved in next door and I met her the other day, that’s all!” he replied sternly.

Melissa stared back at the door to Estela’s apartment, suspicious of the new girl in town. Though she accepted Berto’s response, she nonetheless planned to keep her eye his new neighbor. The couple then walked over to the park, Melissa filling Berto in on the details of her upcoming wrestling match.

“They got me wrestling against some new bitch. I don’t know who she is, but she comes from the Dominican. She wrestled in Mexico too. So I’m gonna kick the bitch’s ass and send her back to the Dominican!” Melissa stated confidently.

Berto listened, just realizing that Melissa would be wrestling against Estela! The thought of the two women fighting it out was arousing to him, but he then pondered the scenario further, his mind wandering as Melissa continued to rant. He was very attracted to Estela; much more so than he was to his own girlfriend; and while Melissa had been a good and loyal girlfriend, if he had the chance to be with Estela, he would dump her in a second. But unsure of Estela’s feelings for him, Berto decided to proceed with caution.

Though he now knew who Melissa’s opponent would be, he opted not to let her know that she was the women they had just seen in the hallway. Continuing to ramble on about how she was going to destroy her opponent, Melissa did not realize that Berto wasn’t listening to her, instead daydreaming about the upcoming match. He wondered who would win, and how he would feel about all of the possible outcomes. Finally Melissa pushed him, realizing that he wasn’t listening to her.

“You ain’t even listening to a word I’m saying?!?!?” Melissa scolded.

Berto was obviously pre-occupied however, getting to his feet before turning to her.

“Listen, I gotta go. I’ll give you a call later.” He said before turning to walk away.

Upset at his abrupt departure, Melissa got up quickly and threw are arms around his shoulders, moving closer.

“I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to yell at you.” she said apologetically as she gently placed her hand on his crotch. “Why don’t I come over tonight and we can hang out.” she purred in her most inviting tone, stroking him gently between his legs.

“I’ll call you later, okay?” he said, not waiting for an answer before turning and walking away.

Left standing there, Melissa was upset, hoping for a more receptive response. But as she watched him walk away, she simply bowed her head, accepting her fate. She went home, showered and changed, waiting for his call. But her waiting would prove fruitless as Berto got, what he considered to be, a better offer.

He arrived at the door to Estela’s apartment, the pretty Dominican girl answering and excited to see him. She threw her arms around him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Hola Berto! Guess what?”

“You’ve got a wrestling match!” he responded before she could answer.

“Aw, now you ruin my surprise!” she replied with a playfully pouty expression. “I want to thank you for helping me, so tonight, I cook you dinner! Okay?” she asked excitedly.

Berto was shocked by the question, but readily agreed, smelling something delicious cooking in the background. She told him to come back at 7:00 before she bolted back inside, closing the door behind her. Berto stood there for a moment with a sly smile on his face before strutting back to his own apartment to get ready.

He showered, shaved, changed and put on some cologne before going out to pick up some flowers and a bottle of champagne. He then went back to his place for a few minutes, the telephone ringing as he walked in. He chose not to answer it, and after a few rings, he head the answering machine pick up.

“Berto? Are you there? ….. Call me, okay? I’ll be home waiting for you. So call me ….. okay?”

The pleading voice belonged to Melissa, but Berto did not pick up the phone, instead walking over to Estela’s apartment for dinner. He knocked and Estela answered the door, out of breath. She was wearing a tight, black minidress and looked breathtaking, obviously putting a good deal of effort into how she looked. Berto stared at her for a moment before a look of concern stretched across her face.

“Come in please! Sit down! I go check dinner!” she said nervously as she ran inside to make sure nothing was burning.

Berto followed her into the kitchen, complimenting the aroma of her cooking. He then took out the bottle of champagne and two glasses he had brought with him, pouring it before handing one to Estela.

“Here’s to you Estela. Welcome to America and good luck in your first wrestling match!”

Berto raised his glass as Estela smiled shyly, touching her glass to his before they each took a sip.

“You look beautiful Estela!” he whispered, prompting her to blush before nervously stirring a pot which boiled on the stove.

“Okay … go … go inside. I finish cooking!” she yelled lightheartedly.

“No, I’d rather stay here with you. Let me help you!” he replied.

The two began to chat as Estela continued cooking, obviously struggling to get everything ready at the same time.

“I am making Arroz con Pollo. I hope you like?” she asked across her shoulder as she took the rice off of the stove.

“It’s my favorite.” he replied.

After a few more minutes, she served dinner and the two sat down at a table in the kitchen. He complimented her on the presentation before he took a bite. It was tolerable, but not great, though you would have known that from Berto’s reaction.

“This is delicious!” he proclaimed less than honestly but much to Estela’s delight.

But her face then curled into a concerned expression before she jumped up anxiously; reaching to grab the bottle of wine she had bought earlier. She struggled to find a corkscrew, obviously a little unsettled and nervous, wanting everything to be perfect. Berto noticed this and stood up, calmly taking the wine for her and helping her back to her seat.

“You sit down and relax, I’ll take care of the wine.” He said, bringing a grateful smile to her lips.

Once the wine was open and poured, the two finally sat down and began to converse. Quickly though, Estela quizzed Berto about the woman she had seen him with earlier.

“So …. Is that girl your girlfriend?” she asked innocently.

“Oh no, she is just a friend!” Berto replied resolutely, Estela smiling at the declaration. “But you know …. She is going to be your opponent in your match.” Berto revealed.

Estela seemed surprised, taking a few moments to think about it. She seemed to be mentally sizing Melissa up, trying to remember as much as she could about what she looked like.

“Hmmmm … that is quite interesting. But you are sure she isn’t your girlfriend?” Estela asked again.

“No, she is not my girlfriend.” Berto repeated without a hint of suspicion or feeling of guilt.

Slowly feeling more at ease, Estela took a few sips of wine, gradually calming down. She had never invited a man to dinner where she did the cooking, and though the experience was exhilarating, it was also nerve wracking for her. But with the food on the table and Berto being very gracious, the two began to speak freely.

Surprisingly, Berto discussed Melissa’s wrestling ability, letting Estela know both her strengths and weaknesses. Though he hadn’t even told Melissa that he knew who she would be wrestling, here he was, telling her opponent everything she needed to know about her. Meanwhile, Melissa continued to call Berto’s apartment, trying desperately to get a hold of him. But Berto’s mind, and affections, were somewhere else now.

The conversation turned to Estela’s previous wrestling experiences, and after dinner, they cleaned the table before Estela played the videotape she had shown to the matchmaker for Berto. He watched intently, impressed with her ability, but also surprised at the violent nature of some of her matches. The action often flowed outside of the ring and often involved the use of “foreign objects”. Estela more than held her own however, and after the tape was done, he was even more impressed by her.

The rest of the night was uneventful as the two finished the bottle of wine while continuing to chat. Finally, with the hour well past midnight, Estela turned to Berto and thanked him again for helping her.

“But now I have got to get some sleep!” she said.

He stood up and the two walked to the door before they stood facing each other. Berto slowly leaned in and gave Estela a kiss, pressing his lips softly against hers and holding them there for a few moments. Estela did not back away, but then Berto gently slid his tongue forward, prying her lips gradually apart as the kiss become more passionate. Again Estela did not protest, but once Berto finally backed away, she stood there for a moment with her eyes closed and a dreamy smile on her face. Finally she opened her eyes and smiled sweetly.

“MMMMM …. That was very nice Berto.” she began, speaking softly. “I must admit … I am very attracted to you ….. but ….. I am not ready for a relationship right now. I am new to this country and need time to get comfortable here. But I hope we can be good friends ….. for now….. and later …… who knows.” She concluded, her eyes reaching out to him for understanding.

Berto smiled, nodding his head in agreement.

“I understand Estela, and I would be honored to be your friend. And when you feel like you might want to be more than friends …. I will be right next door.” He replied acceptingly.

Estela leaned in and gave him a final kiss on the cheek before Berto walked out, closing the door behind him. Estela dropped down onto her couch, exhausted from the preparations but with a satisfied smile on her pretty face. Berto meanwhile walked back into his apartment before listening to the numerous messages Melissa had left for him.

The night of the match finally arrived, Melissa arriving at the arena early, Berto telling her that he would meet her there. She walked into the locker room, wet her hair and brushed it back before slipping into her light blue, one piece outfit. About 20 minutes later, Estela walked in, Melissa turning and staring at her in shock.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!?!” she asked, surprised to see the woman who lived next door to her boyfriend.

“I am your opponent tonight!” Estela exclaimed.

Melissa was confused, having no idea that Estela was a wrestler. But her face began to curl into an angry expression, thinking that maybe something was going on that she didn’t know about.

“And how the fuck did you find THIS place?” Melissa asked, suspiciously.

“Oh, I just found about it from a friend. I am here to audition for the roster and they made you my opponent!” Estela replied calmly, choosing not to reveal too much.

“Did Berto bring you here?” Melissa asked, her suspicions increasing.

“Oh no. Berto did not bring me here.” She replied.

“Well you better stay the fuck away from him!!! He is MY boyfriend, do you understand?!?!” Melissa yelled threateningly.

Estela did not back down, instead walking around Melissa without saying a word. She had suspected that Melissa was in fact Berto’s girlfriend, and her tirade just confirmed that. But rather than be angry with Berto, Estela instead looked forward to the opportunity to get Melissa in the ring. With Melissa watching her every move, Estela slipped out of her clothes and into a white bikini and her white wrestling boots. Estela looked stunning, a fact not lost on Melissa who looked on jealously. Her body was fit, her long hair flowing down her back as her tanned skin contrasted nicely against the stark whiteness of her bikini.

“Okay, now I am ready!” Estela proclaimed as she stood up after pulling on her second boot. “May the best woman win!” she announced, walking over to Melissa while sticking her hand out to shake it.

Melissa growled at her as she approached, spiting on her hand. Estela seemed surprised by the vulgar act, but simply reached for a towel and wiped the saliva from her hand as Melissa moved closer in a threatening way.

“You listen bitch! I gotta beat you to stay in this league, and that’s what I’m gonna do. But I ain’t just gonna beat you, I’m gonna punish you so Berto will see how pathetic you really are!”

Standing nose to nose, Melissa stared into Estela’s eyes with flames seemingly shoot of her own. Estela stared eight back however, not backing down. Before anything further happened however, the federation’s officials came in, separating the two women before escorting Melissa to the arena’s entrance for her introduction. Melissa stood before the door, waiting for it to open, her heart pounding. She would be fighting for her wrestling life, and if she lost, that part of her life would probably come to an end. And despite her tough talk, that possibility made her incredibly nervous. Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead as she finally heard the announcer begin his introduction.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to a special Ladies Wrestling Elimination Match. Tonight one member of our Women’s Division will be facing a newcomer, with the winner claiming a spot on the Women’s Division roster. So let’s get right to it. Introducing first … a current member of the Women’s Division fighting to keep her spot on the roster. She has the dubious distinction of being our least popular wrestler for 2 years in a row, earning the lowest possible score in or fan polling .....”

A few chuckles were heard as Berto, seated in the front row, was surprised by the announcement. Melissa had never told him that she finished dead last in the polls, and he bowed his head, shaking it back and forth at the revelation. Melissa meanwhile was listening to the announcement as she waited to enter the arena, and grew angry that the announcement had been made.

“She stands 5’ 4” tall and weighs 165 pounds …. Fighting for her wrestling life …. Please welcome .... MELISSA!”

The doors opened and Melissa walked forward, a scowl on her face. She was still angry with her introduction, but hopeful that the fan’s reaction would differ from the introduction. She was left disappointed however as she was showered with boos from the large crowd. Marching forward defiantly, she continued to glower at the greeting, and though she looked angry, deep down inside, the reaction of the fans was hurtful. She nonetheless continued down to ringside where she spotted Berto and walked over to him, looking for some much needed encouragement. She was again left disappointed however as Berto remained seated, motioning angrily for her to get up into the ring.

Melissa tried to jump up onto the ring apron rather than use the stairs, but she slipped awkwardly, floundering off of the side of the ring for a moment with her legs flapping beneath her before she finally rolled beneath the bottom rope and stood up in the ring, several of the fans once again chuckling at her mishap. Melissa again scowled at the fans as she moved to her corner, angry on the outside, but panicking on the inside.

“And her opponent tonight is a newcomer, trying to earn her way into the Women’s Division with a win tonight. She hails from the Dominican Republic, but has also wrestled in Mexico. She stands 5’ 7” tall and weighs a sultry 135 pounds. Please give a warm welcome to .... ESTELA!”

Standing behind the doors before they opened, Estela hopped nervously, her adrenaline pumping, as was her heart. Her nervous energy erupted as the doors flew open and she charged forward excitedly, skipping toward the ring with a sexy bound. Not knowing what to expect since they had never seen her before, Estela’s initial welcome was subdued. But once the fans got a view of her, the cheers grew louder and louder as she reached ringside. Slapping hands along the way and interacting with the crowd, Estela easily won them over as she reached ringside and climbed the steps up into the ring. She then paraded around it with her arms overhead, bouncing animatedly before turning to Berto and winking suggestively as Melissa glowered at her from her corner, irate that Estela was openly flirting with her boyfriend. But as both women settled back in their corners; the announcer left the ring, the lights over the crowd dimmed and the bell rang to signal the start of the match.

The personalities of the two women were evident in their styles as Estela skipped out of her corner and circled to the right, bouncing lively as she kept her eyes on Melissa while circling. Melissa meanwhile trudged forward, stalking Estela who continued to move away. The plodding Melissa tried to cut the ring off from Estela, but the sexy Dominican was much too quick, slipping away each time Melissa moved in. But finally, as Melissa was growing frustrated and yelled at her opponent to fight, Estela attacked, lunging forward and wrapping her arms around Melissa’s head. Melissa followed the lead, grabbing hold of Estela’s head with her bulky arms and trying to overpower her, but before she could, Estela swiftly and adeptly hip-tossed Melissa to the mat. Landing hard on her butt, Melissa’s head dipped back as her mouth fell open, a sharp pain shooting up her spine.

Seemingly content to let her rival get back to her feet on her own, Estela waited across the ring, bouncing off of the ropes as she watched. Melissa got to one knee, and just as she got the other leg out under herself, Estela charged forward, leaped into the air and landed a spry dropkick on Melissa’s chest, sending her sprawling backward as she bounced off of the ropes, her arms spreading apart on either side of her body. Getting up quickly as her opponent floundered on the ropes, Estela then charged up alongside her, grabbing the top rope with both hands while hoisting her legs up alongside her and wrapping her calves around Melissa’s with a head scissors. Still using the ropes for leverage she then pulled downward on Melissa’s head with her legs, flipping her to the canvas, flat on her back.

With the crowd cheering, Estela propped herself up onto her side while continuing to apply pressure to Melissa’s head with the scissors. The trapped Puerto Rican slapped at the mat, her bulky body flailing wildly before she tried to pry Estela’s shapely legs apart. Unable to do so with brute strength, Melissa reverted to dirty tactics by digging her fingers into the stretched muscle on Estela’s inner thigh.

With a loud yelp, Estela uncoiled her shapely gams from the Puerto Rican’s head and scooted away across the ring before getting onto one knee and massaging the wounded area of her thigh. Melissa rolled onto her side as well, gradually getting to her feet, though Estela still beat her to it. Rushing her stout adversary, Estela forced Melissa back against the side ropes just as she got erect and before she could react, seizing a grip on her elbow and wrist before tossing her forward. Charging across the ring, her beefy body chugging forward, Melissa dipped against the ropes before being shot back off of them.

Estela meanwhile backed up against the ropes as well, and as Melissa barreled forward, Estela leaped in her direction with her arms spread overhead. She dove toward the canvas and executed a handspring somersault, culminating with a perfect dropkick to Melissa’s chest. The force of the collision was thunderous as Melissa’s legs shot up into the air as she fell, her back slamming ferociously against the mat as Estela fell alongside her. With her entire body rolling up toward her shoulders, Melissa’s legs rolled toward her head before they unfurled and she landed on her back, the crowd on their feet, amazed at the athletic and devastating attack.

The pretty Dominican then rolled over, got to her knees and splashed her body across Melissa’s shoulders, attempting a pin. Though overwhelmed, Melissa was nonetheless able to kick out of it, forcing Estela to roll off of her. With the crowd cheering wildly for her, Estela got up and moved to the corner as Melissa floundered on the canvas. Climbing the turnbuckles, Estela stood on the top ropes in the corner and spread her arms, playing to the crowd as Melissa groggily began to get to her feet.

Pausing as she got to one knee, Melissa looked desperately out into the crowd as her attacker hovered ominously above her. With a confused and anguished expression on her face, she spotted Berto, hoping for some encouragement. Melissa knew better than to expect him to be sympathetic to her plight since he had always been her most vocal critic whenever she struggled in a match. He would shout at her from ringside, chastising her to concentrate, or suck it up, or some other critique. But rather than be upset about his criticism, she had always viewed it as his way of showing concern. This time however, she noticed that Berto was seated and silent, staring up at her with no reaction.

Their eyes met, Melissa’s aggrieved expression almost begging him for some feedback. He gave her none however and instead, as Melissa pushed herself up onto her feet, Berto turned to stare up at Estela who was still perched on the top rope. Melissa’s eyes followed his and as they did, Estela leaped forward, spreading her legs apart in midair. Melissa’s eyes widened as the airborne Estela descended upon her, the Dominican woman’s legs straddling her head as Estela’s crotch slammed against her face. Melissa fell backward and landed brutally hard against the canvas as Estela landed on top of her, knocking the wind out of the victimized Puerto Rican.

With the crowd in a frenzy, Estela shifted herself so that she was now perched on Melissa’s chest, the back of her thighs pinning Melissa’s arms out to her sides. Thrusting her arms overhead as her trapped opponent lay helplessly below her, Estela celebrated the successful implementation of yet another spectacular and acrobatic attack as the fans cheered and the ref moved in for the count. Melissa seemed finished as she lay there, the ref checking her shoulders to ensure that they were pinned. But as he began to slap the canvas, Melissa bent her legs at the knee while planting both feet on the mat. As the count reached two, she thrust her hips upward with all of her strength, hoisting Estela off of her and sending her rolling over her head.

The crowd began to boo as Estela scrambled to her feet while Melissa remained flat on her back, breathing deeply. Her body ached from the effects of the attack she had been subjected to, and with Estela rushing back over to her, it wasn’t about to end anytime soon.

The Dominican then snatched a handful of Melissa’s wet, wavy black hair and ripped her onto her feet. Melissa rose slowly, Estela struggling to drag her weighty opponent upright. But eventually she did, and tossed Melissa back into the corner. The bulky, bedraggled Melissa slumped back against the corner as Estela rushed in, once again snatching a handful of Melissa’s hair to pull her head upright. But Melissa then abruptly grabbed Estela by the hair as well, giving a quick tug forward as smashed the front of her head into Estela’s face.

Melissa’s skull, just above her forehead, smacked violently against the bridge of Estela’s nose with a sickening CRACK, the dominant Dominican suddenly finding herself dazed as she raised her hands to her face and stumbled backward. Melissa once again slumped back into the corner to catch her breath, her light blue leotard wet with her own perspiration as it clung to her stout body. With Estela still hazy, Melissa schlepped out of the corner and trudged over to her, still in obvious pain herself. She then grabbed Estela by the hair and dragged her over to ringside before dumping her throat down onto the top rope and pressing against the back of her neck to choke her on the ropes.

With the fans booing vehemently, Estela’s body dangled from the ropes as Melissa choked her, the ref moving in to break the illegal hold. Melissa complied, breaking the choke as the ref pushed her back, Estela’s arm falling over the top rope as she hung off of them. But the Puerto Rican moved in again, this time stomping forward into Estela’s back. The dazed Dominican’s body quivered from the stomp, but then received another, sending her trembling once more. Melissa then grabbed her by the hair and shoved her back into the corner, moving in and slamming her sweaty, corpulent body against Estela’s with a body press.

With her arms dangling off of either side of the corner, her legs slack beneath her, Estela found herself being mashed against the turnbuckles by her adversary. Though tired and aching, Melissa had somehow found a way to turn the match around, and was using the opportunity to crush Estela beneath her.

As expected the fans were not happy about the changing tide, and let Melissa hear it. But she was too busy squashing Estela to pay any attention to it. Finally she backed away, Estela now sagging off of the corner as Melissa moved in and slammed a knee into Estela’s waiting tummy.

Watching the action from his seat at ringside, Berto remained surprisingly silent. He watched as Melissa gave Estela another knee to the gut, further weakening the federation’s potential newcomer. With her long, thick hair falling in her face, Estela’s head was slumped in front of her as Melissa delivered a third knee to the gut, Estela beginning to droop from the ropes as her arms strained to keep her from sliding down the corner.

With the crowd really jeering her loudly, Melissa then bent forward and rammed her shoulder into Estela’s gut, driving her back deeper into the corner before wrapping her arm around Estela’s back and hoisting her up onto her shoulder. Melissa then gradually straightened up, carrying Estela like a sack of potatoes. Showing great resolve, Melissa finally had achieved the upper hand, and carried the Dominican to all four sides of the ring, Estela’s hair flowing almost to the mat as she remained slung across Melissa’s shoulder.

After trudging around the ring with her prey hoisted above her, Melissa slogged back to the center of the ring where she dumped Estela off of her, sending her tumbling to the mat. Estela landed hard on her back, her hair falling about her head as her arms spew out to the sides, one leg lifting into the air before her foot dropped to the canvas, the leg now bent at the knee.

Breathing heavily, Melissa paused as she stood over her victim, placing her hands on her knees as she sucked in a few deep breaths. Estela squirmed modestly below her, but remained on her back as Melissa traipsed to the corner and climbed the ropes. She got to the second turnbuckles before turning, choosing not to ascend to the highest point as her opponent had done earlier. She then leaped forward, but once in midair, discovered that Estela had rolled out of the way. Unable to break her fall, Melissa landed hard, face first, against the mat, her body quaking from the rough landing.

The crowd erupted with cheers, but Estela was not quite ready to quickly resume an attack. Slowly she got to all fours, shaking her head before continuing. She then got to her knees and gradually to her feet as Melissa pushed herself up onto her elbows. With the fans cheering her on, Estela grabbed a handful of Melissa’s wet mane and ripped her onto her feet. Melissa was not giving up however, and the two locked arms, the Puerto Rican eventually overpowering the Dominican and forcing her back against the ropes.

The two women continued to struggle as Melissa then broker free and quickly locked a choke on Estela with both hands. She squeezed tightly around Estela’s windpipe, trying to choke the life out of her as her victim’s head floundered up and down. But as Melissa prepared to step up onto the bottom rope to increase the pressure, Estela fired her knee upward, slamming it into Melissa’s lower belly.

“OOFFFFF!” groaned Melissa as the blow knocked the wind out of her.

Estela managed to push herself off of the ropes and seize Melissa’s hair with both hands. She then dragged her toward the ropes before forcing her head over the top one, pushing down onto her shoulders as hard as she could before Melissa began to dip against the ropes. Estela then grabbed Melissa’s meaty thigh and pushed it upward, sending the Puerto Rican on a wild ride over the top rope.

As the crowd cheered in astonishment, Melissa flipped high into the air, her body circling out of the ring before falling to the floor below. She landed with a loud THUD as the crowd seemed to pause, watching Melissa roll onto her back with an agonized expression on her face. The landing was brutal, and Melissa’s body was wracked with pain as a result. But the crowd delighted in her suffering as Estela looked down from inside of the ring, leaning over the ropes to get a better view. She then began to climb them, one rope at a time, before finally balancing herself on the top one.

Showing amazing dexterity, Estela balanced herself on the top rope for a moment, lifting her arms out of her sides to the delight of the crowd. She then leaped forward, soaring into the air before descending toward her fallen target. Miraculously, she performed a full flip in midair before falling toward Melissa and landing her knee Melissa’s soft gut.

“BAAWWWHHHH!” howled the portly Puerto Rican as her midsection felt as if it had just been impaled. Her intestines all seemed to squash together in excruciating pain as Melissa’s body recoiled while Estela remained kneeling on her.

The crowd exploded at the sight as Melissa’s body fell flat, her eyes closed as her face contorted with pain. Estela finally pushed herself up, re-energized by the completion of the aerial assault. She sauntered over to Berto, reaching her hand out to slap his. He complied, Melissa watching as her boyfriend congratulated her attacker.

If the physical pain wasn’t bad enough, the emotional pain was too much for Melissa to bear as she rolled onto her side and curled into the fetal position. The ref meanwhile yelled down at both women, warning them to get back into the ring. Estela looked up at him and smiled sweetly, as if to try and persuade him to delay the count. He yelled another warning but did seem to delay the start of the count as Estela walked over to Melissa and grabbed her by the hair, ripping her onto her feet.

With the crowd cheering, Melissa was ripped to her feet, barely able to support herself. Estela then thrust one arm between her legs while grabbing her around the shoulder with the other, hoisting the bulky woman up to her waist. Showing surprising strength, Estela carried Melissa over to the side of the ring where the announcer’s table was. She then lifted Melissa up to above chest level before dropping her down with great force.

With all of her weight tossed downward, Melissa’s body slammed against the table, cracking it in half as a result. She dropped to the floor as either side of the broken table fell around her, the fans jumping up and down as Melissa landed on her back, barely able to move. Estela then looked down at her for a moment, the ref finally beginning his count.

Parading around the fallen Melissa for a moment, Estela then hopped up onto the ring apron before sliding between the ropes and back into the ring. The ref continued his count as Estela marched around the ring, lifting another finger high in the air after each number the ref shouted.

“6 ….. 7 ….. 8 …..9….. 10!”

The ref waved his arms and called for the bell, counting Melissa out as the crowd erupted and Estela leaped into the air to celebrate. She had won in devastating fashion, earned herself a place on the federation’s permanent roster, and left Melissa a broken woman at ringside.

Barely able to open her eyes, Melissa looked over and saw Berto cheering for Estela. She continued to stare at him though she was in so much pain she could barely think straight. She then watched as he turned his attention to her, staring her in the eye before shaking his head. His eyes told the entire story. He looked at her with shame, apparently feeling no sympathy for his girlfriend. Or perhaps the more appropriate title for her now would be ex-girlfriend. Estela had not only defeated her, but also taken Melissa’s place on the wrestling roster and apparently stealing her boyfriend away in the process. Coming to that realization, Melissa rolled over and began to sob as Estela celebrated her victory up in the ring.

THE END

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