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

Once her name was called, Flora made her way toward the ring, and instantly the rest of the women who were waiting to audition began to mumble. Passing by Barbara, the woman who had just been handily defeated as she made her way back to the locker room, Flora glanced toward her with an arrogant smirk.

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

“I don’t need luck. Besides, I’ve gotta do better than you did!” Flora replied tersely, her brusque personality shining through.

There was a distinct difference between Flora and the rest of the women, a fact not lost on any of them. Clad in only a black bikini, Flora strutted forward, her barefeet pressing against the cold, hard floor as she climbed up into the ring and made her way toward the center. While all of the other women wore either leotards or two piece outfits with tights and boots, Flora wore nothing more than a revealing bikini. The judges looked up at her, skeptical of her skills before glancing down at her application.

“Height - 5’5” … Weight - 110 lbs. … Measurements – 32C-23-34 … Hair color - Black … Eye color - Brown …. Age….. 36”

For her wrestling experience, Flora simply put the words “numerous private matches”, not providing any further details. Flora had been wrestling on and off for about 5 years or so, but aside from oil wrestling a couple of times in a nightclub, all of her other matches were private, apartment wrestling scenarios. She had never wrestled in a ring before, nor did she have any experience with pro-style wrestling. But the two things Flora did possess were an iron will to succeed and attitude.

Having wrestled a couple of times right at the time she got married, Flora got involved in the sport at her husband’s urging. After watching his wife defeated at the hands of an oil wrestler named Kandy Kane, he was so aroused by the spectacle that he encouraged her to wrestle more often, even arranging her matches via the internet. But despite his efforts, it was difficult to find suitable opponents, so Flora had only wrestled about 2 or 3 times per year since. Each of those matches took place in either Flora or her opponent’s home and were typically submission-style grappling as opposed to pro-style wrestling.

But Flora’s confidence; some would call it arrogance; convinced her that she could succeed as a pro wrestler, despite her lack of formal training. That wasn’t her only motivation however. Married about 10 years, Flora’s husband had been losing interest in his wife lately, and Flora was greatly distressed about the prospect of losing him. Despite his lust for watching her wrestle, he hadn’t arranged a match for her in almost a year. So Flora decided to take matters into her own hands, hoping that if she could become a pro wrestler, it would help to rekindle her husband’s desire for her and provide a much needed spark to their failing marriage. So without his knowledge, she showed up at the audition, hoping to secure spot on the roster.

As Flora approached the center of the ring, she stood face to face with Tiffany, the same woman who had just man-handled Barbara. Immediately the contrasts between the two women became obvious. Tiffany stood about 3 or 4 inches taller than Flora and weighed about 30 lbs. more. And while Flora was petite with a small chest and attractive figure, she nonetheless lacked muscle tone. Tiffany on the other hand was curvy, with a great figure and a solid physique. She had long flowing blonde hair, converse to Flora’s short black hair, and though each had a pretty face, Tiffany’s pleasing smile was divergent to Flora’s acerbic sneer. Dressed in a clingy leotard, tights and boots, Tiffany looked the part of a pro wrestler while Flora’s barefeet and skimpy bikini seemed more appropriate for the beach than the ring.

But despite her size disadvantage, Flora was not intimidated by the beautiful blonde, glaring at her as she listened to the judge. He gave each woman instructions, directing his remarks more toward Flora, since Tiffany had already heard his speech. As he finished, he directed each woman back to her corner before the bell rang and the audition was underway.

Tiffany had already worked up a sweat from her previous tryout against Barbara and Flora hoped to take advantage of that. So as the two met, Tiffany raised her arms to challenge Flora to a test of strength, assuming she could easily overpower her petite adversary. But Flora hastily ducked down, driving her head into Tiffany’s gut while wrapping her arms around the back of Tiffany’s thighs. With a quick jerk, she forced the blonde down onto her back and quickly grabbed one of her ankles to pull her leg in the air. Wrapping her own leg around Tiffany’s shapely gam, Flora then began to twist on the blonde’s ankle, executing a masterful step over toehold.

Instantly Tiffany began to slap at the mat as her leg was contorted, Flora straining to apply as much pressure as possible. She continued to bend the blonde’s leg for a short while, Tiffany’s sugary voice groaning loudly. Finally Flora released her grip and dropped the attractive limb to the floor before marching over to Tiffany’s side before stomping her barefoot down into Tiffany’s lower belly.

With an arrogant sneer, Flora stepped over to Tiffany’s head and snatched a handful of her long, blonde hair, ripping her onto her knees. As Tiffany knelt erect however, Flora released the hairpull and backed up to the ropes, bouncing back and forth off of them while Tiffany slowly got to her feet. Just as she did however, Flora propelled herself off of the ropes and delivered a powerful, flying cross body block to Tiffany’s chest, knocking her back down to the mat.

Though the pompous scowl remained on her face, Flora was smiling inside. Having never wrestled in a ring before, she delighted in the opportunity to use the ropes as she just had and looked for opportunities to use them again. One of the judges at ringside even began to nod his head, impressed by the slender brunette’s prowess in the early going as Flora moved back in and grabbed the blonde’s legs. Pulling them up she then rolled Tiffany onto her back before positioning her body between the blonde’s legs. Facing away from the fallen blonde, Flora began to curl Tiffany’s legs in toward her body, bending her in a painful Boston Crab.

Again Tiffany began to slap at the mat and moan, her curvaceous body warped from the agonizing hold. But while Tiffany continued to protest, her high-pitched whimpers loud and clear, Flora began to grunt with her deep voice as she strived to keep the pressure on. The judge moved closer, staring down at Tiffany’s face to check for a submission as Flora gave another jerk back on the blonde’s legs, prompting an even louder groan as Tiffany’s back now ached terribly. But then finally Flora released the grip and allowed the bruised blonde’s legs to fall limply to the canvas.

The arrogant smirk on Flora’s face was even more pronounced as she stood up and planned her next move. She had Tiffany right where she wanted and prepared to inflict even more punishment. As Tiffany pushed herself up onto all fours, Flora set herself behind the blonde, and unscrupulously kicked the ball of her barefoot into Tiffany’s ass, knocking her back to the mat.

“COME ON! GET UP!” Flora yelled down to Tiffany, taunting her.

Several giggles were clearly audible from the onlookers and even one of the judges smiled at the humiliating tactic. But Tiffany wasn’t smiling, and though hurting, she grew more determined than ever to turn the tide of the match. But Flora was swaggering now as she made her way to the corner and climbed up onto the second rope. Setting herself with Tiffany several feet away and below her she grabbed the top rope to balance herself and then leaped forward while sticking her elbow out to deliver an elbow smash to Tiffany’s back.

But the more experienced blonde anticipated the move and adeptly rolled out of the way, causing Flora to crash against the canvas, her elbow smashing against it, missing it’s target. With the pain shooting up her arm, Flora’s momentum ground to a halt as she got onto her knees while crouched forward, grabbing her aching elbow. Tiffany meanwhile got to her feet, though moving decidedly more slowly than at the start of the match. But with Flora still prone on her knees, Tiffany moved in to take over. Walking up behind Flora she gave her a hard kick in her butt with the tip of her boot, knocking her down to the mat.

“How do YOU like it bitch!”, the angry blonde yelled down to the flattened brunette.

Flora was unamused, getting back onto all fours again. But Tiffany rushed up behind her and again kicked her in the ass, knocking her down once more. Tiffany repeated the tactic two more times as the giggles grew louder, the blonde relishing the opportunity to return the favor. But as Flora scampered away on all fours to avoid another kick, Tiffany stalked her, reaching down to grab her by the ankles and pulling her face down on the mat.

The blonde then dragged Flora across the ring on her stomach as Flora tried to grab hold of something, anything, but could not. As they approached the side rope, Tiffany flipped Flora onto her back before dropping one of Flora’s legs while grabbing hold of her other calf with both hands. The motivated blonde then wrapped one of own long legs over the top of Flora’s and dropped to the mat, landing on her butt as Flora’s leg was jarred from the impact. Flora propped herself up with her elbows, her head dropping backward as she grimaced with pain. But Tiffany then pressed the back of her leg down against the front of Flora’ thigh while pushing up on Flora’s calf. The effect was that Flora’s knee was being bent straight upward, a direction that knees were not meant to bend!

The pain was excruciating and Flora immediately began to squeal, her usually deep voice now a high-pitched shrill. Tiffany continued to push up on Flora’s leg as the agonized brunette continued to scream.

“ACK ……AHA …… AAHHHH AYYYYAAHHH!”

Finally backing off the pressure, Tiffany paused for a moment but then reapplied the pressure, Flora’s head thrashing around as she wailed even more loudly. Repeating the process over and over, Tiffany continued to push up and then pause …. push up and then pause.

Flora couldn’t take much more, her arms flapping at her sides while her head bounced up and down, the stress on her knee unbearable. Finally Tiffany relented though she continued to hold onto Flora’s leg as she shoved the sole of her boot directly between Flora’s legs. Grabbing Flora’s foot, Tiffany began to yank on it, stretching the leg as she kept her foot wedged in Flora’s crotch.

The brunette again began to flail on her back like a floundering fish, her stretched hamstring muscle bulging from the back of her thigh. Tiffany leaned back, yanking on Flora’s leg as hard as she could while Flora grew desperate, finally deciding to try and wriggle herself toward the ropes. It took her a few more moments, but finally she was able to reach out and grab the bottom rope as the judge walked over and ordered Tiffany to break the hold. The blonde complied, releasing the stretched and bent leg as she got to her feet, Flora still wallowing on the mat.

Tiffany walked back to her corner as the judge stood over Flora for a moment, finally deciding to let the contest continue. Watching from her corner, Tiffany waited patiently as Flora got her feet, noticeably favoring her injured leg as she leaned on the ropes for support. She took a step forward but her limp was obvious as Tiffany finally began to move toward her. As the blonde approached, Flora prepared for the attack, knowing that her leg was badly hurting.

But Tiffany stopped at the center of the ring, motioning for Flora to come and get her. Flora hesitated, but then limped forward a couple of steps before Tiffany raced forward and delivered a powerful dropkick to Flora’s chest. The blow knocked Flora into the ropes, her arms barreling backward before hooking over the top one, her body dangling off of them.

Tiffany got to her feet quickly and rushed over, pressing her hands down on Flora’s wrists to trap her arms against the top rope on either side of her wilting body. The curvaceous blonde then unleashed a flurry of vicious knees into Flora’s soft gut, pummeling it over and over before finally backing away. The battered brunette drooped off of the ropes, her damaged leg unable to hold her up as she hung limply from the cables. But Tiffany again rushed in, this time stepping onto the middle rope on either side of Flora as she grabbed hold of two handfuls of hair on the back of her head. She then fell backward, pulling Flora’s head down with her. As her back hit the canvas she heaved on Flora’s hair to flip her body over her own. Flora somersaulted in midair before crashing to the mat, her limbs sprawled in every direction as she slid on her back for several feet before grinding to a halt.

The brunette was completely overwhelmed as she lay on her back, Tiffany again charging toward her. She then knelt down alongside Flora’ grabbing her legs and pulling them up toward her head. Flora’s body folded in half as the back of her thighs were pointed up toward the ceiling, her shoulders pinned to the mat. Tiffany pressed down on the back of Flora’s legs to keep her in place as the judge bent down and slapped the mat three times before signaling an end to the match.

Tiffany released Flora’s coiled body, allowing to unfurl beside her before jumping up and celebrated, thrusting her arms over her head. Flora meanwhile rolled onto her side, her body aching, and her anger boiling over. She had been outwrestled by the blonde bombshell and was angry with herself for letting it happen.

The judge walked over to Tiffany and congratulated her before telling her to head back to the locker room. He then walked over to Flora and called in for some help as she slapped the mat in frustration. A couple of attendants climbed into the ring to help, but Flora irritably pushed them away, instead slowly getting to her feet and limping over to the side of the ring. She paused in her corner for a few moments to regroup, but then gingerly climbed out of the ring and slowly made her way back to the locker room.

By the time she got there, Tiffany was walking out of Joe, the owner of the Fed’s office. She was smiling, but as she saw Flora limping in, she walked over and stuck out her hand.

“Sorry about that, it was just business. Are you okay?” the blonde asked in a sweet and sincere voice.

Flora scowled back at her, refusing to shake hands.

“Drop dead!” came the surly brunette’s reply as she limped past Tiffany and took a seat on the bench.

Tiffany shrugged it off and walked away, but then Joe walked out of his office and called Flora in. She got up slowly and limped over, still clad in her bikini, her body shimmering from her perspiration. He directed her to take a seat, so Flora gingerly lowered herself into a chair directly in front of his desk.

“Are you okay?” he asked indifferently, not overly concerned.

“I’m fine.” She replied curtly.

“Good” he responded. “You started out pretty good. I thought you might even take her, but I guess you’re not ready for the big leagues just yet.”

Flora looked back at him, irritated by his summation.

“I can take her, I just had a bad day, that’s all.”

He smiled, chuckling a little at her defiance.

“Listen Flora, you might make a good heel someday. You’ve got the personality for it and you showed you have some skill, but if you really want to be a pro wrestler, you’ve got gotta build up your strength and tighten up that body. You’re too soft to compete against real wrestlers yet.”

Flora was angry at his remarks, and sat up, ready to argue with him. But he cut her off, getting to his feet and calling out into the locker room, asking Tiffany to come back in for a minute. When she did, he walked over to her.

“Okay Tiffany, tighten up those abs.”

Tiffany took a breath and then tightened her stomach muscles. Joe then took his finger and tried to press it into her stomach. Her taut tummy refused to relent however, and his finger bent without sinking in at all.

“Here, you try Flora”

She got up and walked over, trying to press her finger into Tiffany’s stomach, but with the same result.

“Thanks Tiffany.” Joe said before Tiffany walked out of the room with a superior sneer on her face.

“Okay Flora, tighten up your abs.”

Flora hesitated, surprised at the request, but then tried to tighten her stomach muscles. Joe moved closer and shoved his finger into her gut as she tried desperately to keep her abdominal muscles taut. But his finger sunk into her soft, flat tummy, all the way up to his first knuckle. He pulled it back out and walked back to his seat as Flora bowed her head, taking her seat again as well.

“That’s what I mean. You look good, nice body and all, but to be a pro wrestler, you can’t just look like you’re in shape.”

Flora didn’t respond. Though irritated, she knew that she had no answer.

“Listen, I’ve got an idea. You saw Barbara, the girl who wrestled Tiffany before you, right? She’s cute and would make a nice face to your heel. But she’s got the same issues you do. She’s in a little better shape than you are, and you are a little better wrestler then she is. You both have good qualities, but you both need to work on some things. Now I can suggest some training, or you can do it on your own. But you need more work.”

Flora stared at the floor as she listened, not wanting to listen to what he was saying, but deep down inside, realizing that it was true.

“I told her to go away and work on some things, just like I’m telling you. In about 4 weeks we’re having an amateur night. I’m willing to give you and Barbara a match against each other on that show, but you’ve gotta be ready. Are you willing to do it?”

Flora sat up, nodding her head.

“Good. I’ll call Barbara and see if she is interested. Give me a call on Monday and we’ll take it from there.”

Flora again nodded as Joe got up and walked out from behind his desk. Flora took his lead and got up, still favoring her injured leg. She shook his hand and turned, limping away.

“Oh, and take care of that leg.” He yelled as Flora mumbled angrily under her breath while limping away.

THE END

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