Barbara vs. Shamiqua
The Road to the Title

It was late at night as Barbara sat in the passenger seat of her minivan, her husband driving her home after picking her up at the gym. As his wife began to fall asleep, exhausted after a grueling workout, he glanced over at her and smiled, reminiscing about the past year.

Barbara had celebrated her 40th birthday earlier in the year and up until then, was a sweet friendly housewife and mom to 2 children. She had never been remotely confrontational or aggressive nor had she ever participated in any type of athletic competition. Though she kept herself in shape, her workout regimen had consisted of following along to her Jane Fonda aerobics videos and occasionally take some sort of aerobics class.

But after her birthday, things changed. Barbara signed up for a boxing class and participated in the ensuing tournament. She then met a group of moms from the neighborhood who had a secret, informal “wrestling club”, which she joined. That prompted her to respond to an advertisement in a local newspaper seeking women to audition to become professional wrestlers, which again Barbara did. So now, after all was said and done, his wife was actually a real, lady pro wrestler! It had been an amazing year, and one he could never had imagined in his wildest dreams.

Despite his initial reluctance, his wife had begun to hone her body, sacrificing what little free time she had to workout at the gym. The results were obvious as she was in the best shape of her life, and it showed! She was more comfortable with her body than she had ever been in the past, and more willing to show if off too, a result he was enjoying very much.

Barbara was also working on her wrestling skills, initially being mentored by a veteran wrestler named Ms. Liberty. But after a falling out, Barbara then began to work with another trainer, a wrestler named Lace, who helped her to prepare for a match against Ms. Liberty, a match Barbara won.

The victories in the ring were important, but on this night as his wife slept next to him, she had also earned a moral victory. Barbara found herself on a treadmill next to her wrestling rival, Flora, the same woman who had beaten her handily in her first wrestling match. The two women, without saying a word on the topic, began to compete, this time to see who could last the longest on the treadmill. Pushing herself to exhaustion, Barbara came out on top after Flora could run no more and gave up. He had been sitting there and watched his wife’s determination, and was proud of her victory. He had begun to believe that his wife could do anything she set her mind to, but her next pro wrestling match would be her toughest challenge yet.

Barbara would be facing a newcomer to her wrestling federation, but not a newcomer to pro wrestling. Shamiqua was a former Marine who had recently relocated from Detroit and joined the federation, winning her first match handily. She was a big, strong, tough woman with a chip on her shoulder and eager to earn a shot at the title. But before she could get that shot, she would have to beat Barbara.

Standing 5’8’ tall and weighing a solid 150 pounds, Shamiqua was 4 inches taller and 30 pounds heavier than the housewife. She was also 15 years younger than the 40 year old, none of those stats not boding very well for Barbara. In addition, Shamiqua had easily defeated the 5’ 10”, 200 pound Molly in her first match, proving that she was just as strong as she looked.

With a workout regimen much more demanding than Barbara’s and consisting of weight lifting and 5 mile runs, Shamiqua’s body was in top physical condition. When combined with the fighting skills she learned in the Marines and her previous wrestling experience in a rough federation in her native Detroit, Shamiqua was the obvious favorite in the match. But despite the challenges, both Barbara and her husband were confident she could win. Someone not quite as confident however was Barbara’s trainer, Lace.

Concerned that her student would be out muscled quickly, Lace began to teach Barbara series of leg holds. Her strategy was for Barbara to try and keep Shamiqua on the mat and work her legs over, hoping for a submission or to at least slow the tough brawler down. So in the time leading up to the match, Lace taught Barbara as much as she could, focusing on all of the various forms of leg locks. Just a few nights before the match, Lace was working with Barbara on just that strategy. She had shown several leg holds already, but saved the most important one for last. With the two women up in the ring, Lace began to explain the figure four leg lock hold to her pupil.

“This last hold is one you should only use when you want to end the match. I don’t like using it because it could really injure your opponent’s leg, but I think you’re going to need it against this girl you’re facing.” Lace began.

Barbara was a little surprised at the comment. First of all this was the first time Lace had given any indication, at least to Barbara, that she had some doubts about her ability to win. And next, she was surprised that Lace was teaching her a potentially injurious hold. But Barbara nonetheless listened attentively as Lace explained how the hold works. After talking through it in great detail, it was finally time for her to demonstrate it.

“Okay Barb, I’m going to put you in this hold, but only for a few seconds. I’m doing this because you need to not only HEAR how to do it, but you need to SEE how to do it too. And also because I want you to get a feel for how painful it can be.”

Getting a bit nervous, Barbara nevertheless got down onto her back and sat up, her legs facing toward Lace. The veteran then coiled Barbara’s legs, locking them into the debilitating hold as Barbara instantly screamed, slapping the mat as she fell down onto her back. Lace removed it quickly as Barbara rolled onto her side, traumatized for a moment. That was probably the most pain she had felt in her life, and now understood how effective the hold could be, but also how dangerous.

“If you get into trouble, or if you feel that you need to try and end the match, then I want you to use this hold, okay?” Lace instructed.

Hesitating, Barbara eventually nodded her head, though unsure if she would actually use this new weapon in her arsenal.

Shamiqua meanwhile was doing her own preparations, but not by learning new wrestling holds. She knew every hold she needed already, so instead she simply pushed her body to the limit each and every time she hit the gym, and the results were obvious. Standing before the mirror in her apartment after her last grueling workout on the night before the match, she began to work herself into a frenzy, convincing herself that no one was going to deprive her of her shot at the title.

Barbara’s night was spent quite differently; at home with her family. She had arranged for her kids to sleep over her mother’s house on the night of the match, and her kids began to question her as to why. She and her husband made up an excuse, but after putting them to bed, Barbara decided to pose a suggestion to him.

“You know hon, I don’t like lying to the kids. So I was thinking, maybe we should tell them about my wrestling and bring them to my match?”

A bit surprised, Barbara’s husband paused, but then responded.

“I’m not so sure that’s a good idea, at least not yet. You’re still pretty new to this, and even though I have complete confidence in you, I think we should wait.” “Okay, but you know, if I win this match I then get to wrestle for the title. And if I get that chance, can we tell them and bring them to the championship match?” she asked sweetly.

“If you win this match and wrestle for the title, then ….. if you want ….. you can bring the kids.” he said, easily surrendering to her wishes.

Barbara was excited and gave him a big hug. They then cuddled on the sofa for a short while before she retired to bed, wanting to get a good night’s sleep. The next day was a hectic one for Barbara as she chauffeured the kids to their morning activities before dropping them off at her mom’s house. She then drove with her husband to the arena, arriving early and entering the locker room just before the match prior to hers had started. Leaving her husband at the entrance, Barbara made her way to the empty locker room. She took a seat and began to slip into her outfit, one she had just bought after saving for it for weeks. Finally ready, she stood before the mirror, her hands on her hips as she checked herself out, smiling at the result.

Starting at the bottom, she reviewed her appearance closely. She wore a pair of bright green wrestling boots, laced up to just below her knee. Her spandex shorts matched the color of her boots and were cut more daringly than her old outfit to show off her newly toned body. The top allowed a fair amount of cleavage to show and was specifically designed to lift her bust. It was two-tone in color, a broad stripe of royal blue around the bottom third while the top two thirds were the same green as the rest of her outfit. It was designed both physically and visually to enhance the appearance of her chest, and Barbara was pleased with the result. Though she had a generous bosom for her size to begin with, and the top helped make it look even better, and the support panel helped to defray the affects of being a 40 year old woman.

But just as Barbara had finished looking herself over, the door burst open and in walked an irate Brit. She had just completed her match against Flora, and was not very happy. Barbara was particularly interested in the outcome of that match since, should she win tonight, she would be facing that match’s winner for the title.

“Who won?” Barbara asked.

“That bloody ref disqualified me!” she yelled.

Just then Shamiqua walked in, stopping to listen to the result. She had been in the weight room preparing for the match, unbeknownst to Barbara, and was just as interested in the outcome.

“So you lost?” Shamiqua asked sternly.

“I lost the match, that may be true love, but at least I left the ring under my own power!” she proclaimed before disappearing into the shower room.

A minute later, Flora was helped into the locker room, her face bruised and barely able to walk. Barbara watched as the cruel but battered brunette was helped to a seat, and couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Flora had battered Barbara in one of their previous matches, and it was nice to see her get what she deserved.

Feeling similarly, Shamiqua also had a grudge against the brunette. Flora had interfered in her previous match, but Shamiqua got even by clocking her over the head with a chair. So seeing Flora in pain was of great comfort to her.

“You think you in pain now!?!?!? Wait until you gotta fight me!!!” Shamiqua yelled to Flora, who paid no attention to her.

Barbara watched and listened, getting her first good glimpse of her opponent. Shamiqua was wearing a skimpy black bikini and had worked up a sweat in the weight room, her muscular body glistening. Barbara gulped, seeing how physically imposing the sweaty black woman looked, but she took a deep breath and composed herself, even taking the opportunity to let Shamiqua know that nothing had been decided yet.

“You know that you won’t face her unless you beat me first!” Barbara remarked.

Smirking, Shamiqua jerked her head to dismiss Barbara before turning and walking away.

“Oh don’t you worry girl. I most definitely will beat YOU!”

Barbara turned and walked away, but was then called to be introduced. As she stood nervously at the door, she heard the announcer quiet the crowd before presenting her to them.

“Our next match is also a preliminary championship match, with the winner moving on to face Flora for the championship on our next show. The first combatant, weighing in at 120 pounds on her 5’ 4” frame …. Please give a warm welcome to ….. BARBARA!”.

Pushing through the doors, a smile instantly crossed Barbara’s lips as the crowd gave her a loud welcome. Slapping hands with the cheering fans as she made her way to ringside, Barbara’s confidence began to grow. It was further boosted as she reached ringside and saw her husband and Lace sitting next to each other, both standing and cheering.

She climbed up into the ring to another roar from the crowd, bringing an even wider smile to her lips. Her husband looked up in awe, proud that the fans were cheering so raucously for her, but even more proud of how great she looked. His wife looked incredibly fit, her abs tighter than they had ever been before, her pretty face glowing from her bright smile and framed by her long, curly, light brown hair. Even her chest looked bigger than it ever had before, arousing the wrestler’s husband.

“And her opponent tonight, making her second appearance after earning an easy victory in her first match. She stands 5’ 8” tall and weighs 150 pounds. Give it up for ….. SHAMIQUA!”.

The crowd cheered, though not as boisterously for Barbara. Shamiqua didn’t seem to care however, no trace of a smile on her pursed lips as she quickly made her way to ringside and barreled up into the ring. She was all business and immediately charged to her corner before turning, anxious for the fight to get underway. Staring across the ring at Barbara, Shamiqua had an angry scowl on her face, a fact not lost on Barbara’s husband as he watched.

He had never seen Shamiqua before, but as he stared up at her, he gulped, just as his wife had earlier. She looked intimidating, and he suddenly lost some of his enthusiasm at the sight of her, his wife looking like a lamb put out to slaughter. But there was little time to contemplate any further as the announcer climbed out of the ring and the bell rang to start the match.

Barbara skipped spryly out of her corner, circling to her right as Shamiqua moved forward, directly toward her prancing opponent. Barbara hesitated, debating whether to try and move quickly out of the way or to engage. But with the muscular woman now just a few feet away, she had no choice but to engage. The two locked arms and began to battle, Shamiqua easily overpowering Barbara and forcing her back against the ropes.

Lace yelled up to her pupil, “Sweep her legs!”, but before Barbara could react, Shamiqua hit her with an elbow to the chest before grabbing her wrist and flinging her across the ring. Barbara was forced to hurtle across the ring, almost faster than her legs could carry her. Shamiqua’s used her great strength to hurl Barbara across the ring with alarming intensity.

Racing toward the corner, Barbara’s body turned just before she hit the turnbuckles, the entire ring shaking from the force of the impact. Her head snapped back painfully from the intensity of the landing, her long, curly hair spraying about her head as the crowd quickly quieted, realizing that Barbara might be in for a rough night. As her trembling body settled into the corner, Barbara looked forward and saw Shamiqua charging. With no time to think, she grabbed one of the ropes and pulled herself from the corner just as Shamiqua leaped toward it to splash her.

The powerful black woman landed hard against the turnbuckles, her body splaying against them as her arms fell over the ropes and outside of the ring. Barbara shuffled aside toward the adjacent corner, watching as Shamiqua lifted her head and shook it, as if the chase way the little birdies that were flying around it. But instead of attacking, Barbara waited, seemingly unsure of herself. Lace looked on, concerned that Barbara was overwhelmed by the enormity of her task, and hoping that she snapped out of it.

She did, and began to rush back toward the corner, Shamiqua turning to face her. The two locked arms once again, but this time Barbara was able to sweep her leg sideways, striking it into the side of Shamiqua’s knee and knocking her off of her feet. Landing on her back, Shamiqua quickly found her legs being grabbed by the spry 40 year old. Barbara had decided that it was the right time to try and use the new hold she learned, so she quickly positioned Shamiqua’s legs around her own, locking the last step of the figure four leg lock onto the brown-skinned beauty. Shamiqua was close to the corner however and though screaming in pain, easily draped one arm over the rope, prompting the ref to instruct Barbara to relent.

“She’s got the rope Barbara, break the hold!”

Following his instructions, Barbara broke the hold as Lace sat at ringside, shaking her head.

“She used it too early and in the wrong place. She’ll never get to use it again now!” she whispered to no one in particular.

Lace may have been right, but Barbara hastily grabbed Shamiqua by the leg and dragged her back near the center of the ring, safely away from the ropes. Satisfied that she had now eliminated her opponent’s means of resistance, Barbara then again tried to apply the hold, but Shamiqua easily kicked out of it with her powerful legs, rolling onto her side as Barbara did the same. The smaller woman got to her feet first, but looked confused, as if not sure what to do next. Her hesitation proved costly as Shamiqua rushed her, hitting her with a running forearm that battered Barbara’s chest, knocking her flat on her back. Her breast plate ached from the force of the blow, but it wasn’t going to get any easier. Letting out an loud, angry growl, Shamiqua then put all of strength from her powerful leg into a mighty stomp to Barbara’s belly, causing her to let out a pained gurgle. The blow seemed to mangle Barbara’s internal organs leaving her feeling as if Shamiqua’s foot mashed right through her body and exited out the other side.

The crowd was cheering; Shamiqua’s fans becoming more vocal while Barbara’s fans encouraged her to fight back. But as Barbara coughed, her midsection screaming with pain, she then found her legs being grabbed as Shamiqua now stood over her, yanking them up into the air. Barbara’s lower body lifted off of the canvas, but then her attacker fell backward, pulling on her legs and sending her upper body soaring forward. Looking like a guided missile, Barbara’s body shot forward before slamming face first to the mat and sliding several feet forward. Finally grinding to halt, she propped herself onto her elbows, but then felt her hair being yanked on as Shamiqua ripped her onto her feet.

Face to face, Shamiqua then grabbed Barbara between the legs with one hand and around her shoulder with the other, hoisting her smaller foe upward before upending her body in midair. She then flung her toward the mat, delivering a brutal body slam to the pretty housewife. Bouncing off of the mat, Barbara finally came to rest, one leg curled up at the knee as her back ached. She was then hit with another debilitating stomp to her abdomen before again, she was ripped onto her feet, hauled into the air and slammed to the mat.

Watching at ringside, neither Lace nor Barbara’s husband said a word, each shaking their heads as they watched the carnage. Barbara took yet another stomp her taut tummy, curling her body into a “V” from the impact. With her legs and head falling back to the mat, the desperate housewife was in tremendous pain, her belly aching to the point where it barely had any feeling left. She was then once again scooped up, but this time, as she rose, Shamiqua draped Barbara’s body across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry.

Paraded around the ring, Barbara tried to kick her legs, but Shamiqua was holding her too tightly for it to do any good. Storming back to the middle of the ring, the ex-Marine then began to spin, twirling the horizontal Barbara around in a circle several times before finally stopping and dumping her body unceremoniously to the canvas. With Shamiqua standing over her, Barbara looked up at her still angry attacker.

“You ain’t gonna use now figure four on me girl. What the hell you think you trying to do anyway!?!?!” she yelled.

She was angry! Angry that Barbara was trying to hurt her with the hold she had applied at the start of the match. But Barbara’s head was spinning and her body aching so she had nothing to say in response. Instead she took yet another stomp to her flattened gut before Shamiqua knelt down on her, pressing her knee into Barbara’s taut but battered belly. Reaching forward she grabbed Barbara’s legs with one arm, folding them in toward her body while pressing all of her weight down onto the flattened 40-year-old’s midsection.

Lifting her shoulder, Barbara was able to avoid a pin count, at least for the moment. But Shamiqua then lifted her knee out of Barbara’s gut while retaining the hold of her legs. She then folded her legs toward her head, bending the beleaguered beauty’s body in half. With her arms laying above her head, her legs completely parallel to her upper body, Barbara was pinned, and the ref saw it. He tried to give her a second to wriggle free, but once it became obvious that she was trapped, he dove in and slapped out a three count before signaling for the bell.

“Listen here little girl. Don’t go using no holds that gonna hurt someone unless you wanna get hurt yourself!” Shamiqua whispered down to Barbara who’s body was still folded painfully.

The ref yelled for Shamiqua to release her, but the angry winner kept her in the awkward position for a few moments more, trying to emphasize her point. Finally however, she released her hold on Barbara’s legs, allowing them to unfurl as they dropped to the mat. She rolled onto her side, her body aching all over, especially her back. But she also heard what Shamiqua had said, and couldn’t necessarily disagree. She looked up as the ref raised her conqueror’s arm over head to proclaim her the winner, Barbara feeling guilty now about using the hold.

“The winner of the match and moving on to face Flora in the championship match ….. SHAMIQUA!”.

The crowd cheered, Shamiqua winning some new fans for her dominant victory. Barbara meanwhile got up into a seated position, remaining there as she watched Shamiqua being presented to the fans. But after the ref lowered her arm and Shamiqua began to walk past her, Barbara whispered up to her.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to hurt you.” she said.

Shamiqua stopped and turned.

“I just learned that hold. I knew that I couldn’t beat you unless I did something extreme. But I wasn’t trying to hurt you.” Barbara reiterated.

Looking down at her, Barbara’s eyes sincere, Shamiqua put her hand out to help Barbara up. She pulled her onto her feet, and then gave another tug to bring her closer.

“Okay, but now you know the consequences. Don’t you go using them kinds of holds unless you can finish ‘em!” she whispered to Barbara before turning and walking away.

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