By Sunshine (sunshine_wrslr@yahoo.com)

The days seemed to slowly tick by after our eventful warm-up match against the less-than-honest Orin and Celinda. What we had thought was a light-hearted group of people with a similar interest was actually turning out to be something a bit more serious. Judging by our first opponents Ted and Mary, and now Orin and Celinda, it seemed clear that some of the group’s members took things more seriously than the others. For some of these people wrestling was the focal point of their lives. It was like their self-image was completely dependant on whether they won or lost in the ring. This only added to the nervousness I felt going into our second match, and it gave me an uneasy feeling in general about my abilities to compete with people who were so determined.
It wasn’t all doom and gloom, though. Some of the members apparently had taken a liking to the spirit Vince and I shared inside the ring. We got a phone call from one of these members informing us who our next opponents would be. I understood that we weren’t supposed to know until just before the match, but I definitely welcomed any little help that I could get. It turned out we were supposed to tangle with another girlfriend/boyfriend couple by the name of Crow and Raven. Apparently these two had watched The Crow like one too many times because they had this whole gothic mystique about them. Fortunately, they were actually fairly new and hadn’t been in many more matches than Vince and I. In the matches they had competed in, though, they had devastated the other teams and were so far undefeated despite rookie status like us.
Vince (being Vince) had gotten it into his head that since the other team was going with this whole dark persona thing then that we should do just the opposite. What this really meant was that we’d be spending the next few days curled up in front of the television while Vince spent our money on more outfits. The part of me that longed to be glamorous in front of all those people let him get away with it – I admit it. It came time for the big unveiling of his purchase on Friday night, and Vince really impressed me. When he opened those boxes on our bed, my face practically lit up from the contents and I knew that the rest of the group was going to be impressed too. His selections were so gorgeous that I didn’t even want to risk messing them up by trying them on and we both agreed to save them until our match against Crow and Raven.

By the time Saturday night had come and I found myself back in the nondescript warehouse’s dressing room, I had nearly forgotten about the outfits. Luckily for both of us, Vince is much better organized than I am and he produced both of the boxes from his duffle bag. We both had been saved from having to wrestle in shorts and t-shirts, which I think is like the opposite of glamour. I heard the crowd beginning to chant and cheer from behind the dressing room door. I swore that I actually heard my name being called amongst all of the loud voices, but it could have just been my imagination. Rather than wonder, I put my mind onto all of the practice and team moves that we had worked on together. I made it a point to remember our different cues and how we had planned to proceed through the match. I definitely did not want to embarrass my boyfriend and myself tonight in front of all these people.
The kiss that Vince and I shared at the door was possibly one of the most intense we’ve ever shared together, right then on the verge of stepping out into that madness. For an eternal moment all of the noise and lights faded away. I pressed tight against Vince and felt his mouth pressing against mine hungrily. Our eyes locked as we both pulled away, as if we each sensed the other’s feelings. Vince then flung the door open and we both disappeared into the swirling mass of people inside the main room of the warehouse.

At first I thought that maybe I had made some kind of terrible mistake, like I had forgotten my top. The wild cheering suddenly stopped and all I saw were wide-eyed stares directed at us as we walked down a space in the crowd. I blushed and glanced down at myself to make sure that my boobs were not, in fact, standing bare on my chest. My petite form was perfectly fitted into a simple white string bikini with gold trim all along its edges. An iconic halo was emblazoned on the low-cut bikini bottoms right between my thighs, golden strings racing over my hips to form into two bows. My skin twinkled and burst with the golden glitter that coated my 5’5”, 115 lb. frame everywhere there was bare skin. A simple metal halo, fake gold, rested atop my head and crowned my long mane of golden locks.
Vince was right behind me, struggling to keep up in the middle of all the members crushing against us from both sides as we approached the ring. I kept my hand tightly clasped in his for fear of losing him in all of this. He was a picture of pure masculinity in a tightly-fitted pair of white trunks that mirrored mine with their gold lining all around the trim. A slightly larger halo sat shining atop his dark and strewn hair. The whole thing gave him this Greek god effect that was just way hot. I would have been staring if I wasn’t trying to keep myself from shaking with fright.
“They love us babe!”….Vince whispered noisily into my ear, trying to be heard above music that was still playing in the background despite the audience’s silence. My blue eyes were wide as I looked around and realized he was right: they DID love us! They weren’t staring at Vince and me; instead they were totally checking us out! Beneath every set of intent eyes there seemed to be an appreciative grin or a lecherous smile. I now noticed that several heads were nodding towards us in a show of support. Now that my heart wasn’t pounding, I could hear some of the words being spoken all around us:
“You can take these two Vince!”
“Check out the outfit on her!”
“Crow and Raven are going to be very unhappy….”

Almost immediately when we climbed up and took our corner, the music suddenly changed to the sharp chords of some dusty organ somewhere. It sounded like one of those cheesy tapes you buy for Halloween to scare four year olds with. From the back of the crowd I could see two dark shapes making their way slowly between the onlookers. I had expected two pale and out-of-shape dorks in black latex. Instead it looked more like two fashion models in black latex. I let out a nervous sigh almost simultaneously with my boyfriend.
Crow, the male, looked just like Brandon Lee from the movie. He didn’t even try to hide who he was imitating. He had that awful dark hair that dropped down just below the eyes and that always made boys look menacing. His face was painted with white makeup to match his partner’s, both of their facial details highlighted by black makeup in imaginative designs across their features. At 5’10” he wasn’t muscular by any stretch but he was definitely toned and had that skater-boy type of lean, athletic body. A body that was dressed in a pair of warm-looking black latex pants with a belt around his waist. His fair chest was left bare, showing off more tattoos than I could even count from across the ring. “You’re so tougher than this guy, Vince.”….I remarked and Vince shook his head in agreement.
Raven was not very far off from her gothically dressed teammate. But whereas Crow clearly had a favorite movie, Raven was willing to defy gothic norms a bit. She had the makeup and eerie tattoos for sure, but she also was exuding a sexuality that was definitely outside of what I had experienced from the Goth kids at school. Rather than dark and layered clothes, she was wearing a black, shiny, latex pair of shorts that hugged her creamy butt along with a latex bikini top that seemed to lift and push together what looked to be ample white cleavage. Jet black hair poured down her back, incredibly long. The brevity of her outfit gave an unspoiled view of the fact that her fair skin was dotted with ink from nearly head to toe. Every where I looked there was only a few inches of bare skin between where one tattoo ended and the next begun – even on her backside. She caught me looking at her artwork and gave me a smile like the cat who was about to eat the canary. I grimaced and made it a point to look away from her.

Vince and I had already agreed that as part of our strategy I would be the first one in the ring this time. So with a final parting kiss for luck, my boyfriend gave me a wink and ducked through the ropes to take his place behind my corner. I felt his hands massaging my shoulders reassuringly as I quietly jogged in place. My blue eyes locked onto the opposite corner of the ring where it appeared that Crow was stepping out with a haughty nod to his partner Raven. The all-black-clad woman had eyes that appeared to be almost made of coal as they regarded my body from across the way. She just completely gave me the chills, and a slow slide of her tongue over her black-painted lips didn’t help any. My own gold-lacquered lips pressed together thoughtfully as the entire room seemed to hold its breath, only to be broken by the quick chiming of the bell.
Raven and I seemed to have the same idea, and we both launched out of our corners with a start. I wanted to get the match going as quickly as possible so I didn’t dwell on any of my fears. I hurried in for a lockup and screamed as Raven reached right up and grabbed my blonde hair first thing. “Heeyyyyy!!!”…I shouted but she didn’t seem to be listening as she stepped to the side and jerked violently down on my mane, causing my head to tuck forward and my entire body to cartwheel in the air. Before I knew it I was flat on my back atop the apron and Raven was burying the heel of her foot right into my cute innie navel. “GAWWWFFFFFF!!!”…the sound was just forced right out of me as she pressed down on my abs with the fast follow-up stomp. She looked down her planted leg at me and smiled…”Did the little angel lose her wings?”
The comment infuriated me and I curled to sit up, but apparently I did just what the gothic girl wanted me to. I guessed this cause she turned abruptly on the heel she still had resting on the canvas, and then whipped the foot in my tummy right up between my breasts and crashed her toes underneath of my chin. I felt my teeth click together as my head was thrown backwards. My skull bounced off the ring and I heard Vince groan for me from our corner. “Bet you’re seeing angels now, aren’t you?”…Raven laughed a wicked laugh as she regarded my glittering form, sprawled across the ring like I now was.
“I’ll make it easy on you Sunshine, and put you away right now!”…she hissed as she again made use of my long hair to peel me forward and then roughly tug me up onto my feet. My vision was full of lights and spots as she walked me over to the ropes, her fists tightly wrapped in my silky locks. She swung my head down again so my hips caught the top rope and I got hung up over it. My weight caused the ropes to bounce underneath me as I was slung over them. My long, tanned legs ran down into the ring while my upper-body and dangling arms were hanging outside. I winced as Raven lifted her palm, unseen by me, and then brought it crashing down on my upturned and curvy rear end. The audience rose up in a cheer as her hand cracked against my bottom.
The spank sent a soft shiver through my ass-cheeks, and I felt a shiver of a different kind as she ran that spread palm down from my butt. Curving her hand inward to stroke my inner-thighs and allowing the flat of her thumb to brush against the gold-trimmed crotch of my bikini bottoms. I couldn’t help it: I moaned as she pressed on the fabric. Vince’s voice was calling to me as my head started to clear…”Sunny, get off the ropes! You’ve got to get off the ropes or she’s going to finish you, babe!” My dangling head nodded in agreement, my hair swinging, to let him know I got the message. I had to stop this vampire refugee from rubbing me into defeat, but how?

“Watch me clip this angel’s wings off!”…Raven shouted out into the crowd as she stepped back from my hung-up figure and plotted. It was now or never, so I shifted my weight backwards and slid so my feet once again touched down on the canvas. I quickly grabbed the top rope as my opponent stepped forward to intervene, and I delivered a big mule kick right back into the wide-eyed Goth’s stomach that sent her reeling towards the middle of the ring. I knew she’d be back in a moment, so I spun with my back now against the stretching ring ropes. I grabbed the top strand and pushed myself up so I was sitting precariously on the length of rope with my hands balancing on either side of my hips. As the angered Raven came stumbling back in to get revenge for my kick, she walked right in between my parted feet and thighs. With an arch of my back and a grinding of my teeth, I slammed my legs closed around her neck and locked her up tight in an exotic head scissors.
The groan of both pain and frustration that was vented from the gothic wrestler was unmistakable. She totally realized she had walked right into a trap. I looked over at Vince in our corner, his spirits now rising as I blew him a kiss from my high seat on the ropes. Raven’s hands lifted underneath of my calves and were gripping the coltish muscles firmly in a spirited effort to break away from me. But I was so not letting her go, the rope was bouncing under my bottom and my hips were rocking as I kept up the pressure. My clenched body was starting to glow with sweat from keeping my legs wrapped so tight around something. “Uuurrrgggghhhh FUCK!!” was Raven’s way of saying she didn’t like this hold as her knees started to bend and she began to sink red-faced and panting towards the canvas. I was beaming with the pride of outwrestling an opponent, my smile bigger than ever as I brought the dark-haired competitor to her knees before me.
Despite the burning that was starting to travel up my legs, I willed myself to keep the hold on until Raven was actually starting to sway back and forth. Her dark stained lips began to slacken and fall apart, a sign that her body was losing steam. With those tell-tale signs, I slid my legs back and curled them up to there I was sitting. Then I stabbed a single bare set of toes into the center of Raven’s chest and spun the breathless gothic girl to her side. She stayed down, her ribcage swelling and collapsing as she was finally able to breathe normally. I had all the time in the world as I circled around her, thrusting my arms up in celebration and waving over the ropes to the charged audience. I stuck my toes against the dark-haired grappler’s shoulder and easily turned her over flat on her back. Crow’s voice from the corner sounded like he was making a threat, but I had a feeling it always sounded like that – “Raven, get off…that ring...now!” He was clearly trying not to show any emotion towards the situation, but the look on his face revealed his concern anyway.

He probably had a good reason to be concerned, cause I was feeling pretty sure I could put things away right now. I tucked my foot to the inside of Raven’s light-skinned calves and flung her legs apart spread, before kneeling inside her thighs. Like a cat I stalked up her body, our curves just kissing as my bronze skin brushed her creamy complexion. My hands moved up her arms and seized hold of her wrists, pinning them down on either side of her shaking head. My legs stretched back behind me and wound their way around the gothic competitor’s own limbs. I tensed my poised figure as one, my legs tightening around hers and spreading her thighs wide while my arms nailed her wrists against the surface of the ring. My body bowed in the center as I flexed both ends of my frame, my tummy drawing taut like a drum and my breasts filling out the white triangles of my top. There was only one more touch I needed, a little cherry on top to get a win for Vince and I.
I curved myself just a bit further so my hips pressed down perfectly against Raven’s, the white crotch of my bikini stacking itself on top of the shiny black latex shorts that were stretched in the middle of my opponent’s legs. I swore I saw flashbulbs popping as I pushed with my hips to shove Raven’s rear against hard canvas. I began to work my weight up and down her body in a smooth rocking motion, her whimpers of pain beginning to turn into whimpering of a completely different kind. “No dumb blonde is going to…to….nnnhhhh…”…the sentence went unfinished as Raven turned her head away from mine and spread her soft lips in a long, deep moan. I was aware of two distinct parts of myself: the one that wanted to defeat Raven and the one that wanted nothing but to kiss her right now.
It wasn’t really like me at all; I’m really not that way. But for a moment her dark eyes were looking right into my blue gaze and my face let gravity bring it towards hers. My glittering lips neared that dark and foreboding mouth and I pursed them as the crowd went instantly quiet. Then there was an explosion, stars, and a throbbing in the middle of my head. I was rolling across the canvas and it took me a second to realize she had just head-butted me. “Told you she’s a dumb blonde!” – Raven informed her partner as she dragged herself to her corner and slapped Crow’s hand. All my weight was pressing into my hands on the ring as I pressed myself up and shook away the dull ache inside my skull.
Crow was a Goth of a lot fewer words than his partner. In fact, he didn’t really say anything as he stormed his way over and swiped a hand down into my hair. I was doing all of the talking – well really yelling – as he pulled on my golden locks and peeled me away from the ring to my feet. His other arm swung up from down below like a club that smacked across the tops of my breasts and sent me staggering backwards, arms waving into the ropes. My D-cups were rattled against my chest as I found myself against the ropes for the second time in one evening. The springiness of the cords made me hop forward a few steps and Crow was waiting with a fist that landed right above my bikini line. The smack was every bit as loud as it was painful, my legs straightened by the blow and my figured poised on my toes.
“Owwww…..just need….a second….”…I groaned at my very focused rival as he filled both hands this time with my long hair, letting it overflow from between his fingers as he led me a on a fast-paced walk towards the gothic wrestlers’ corner. “Too bad for you.”...was the only response I received, delivered in a morose voice as he twirled me back-first against the buckles in enemy territory. The ring and I both shook as I made contact and began to slide down the fronts of those pads. A completely different pair of hands, slender and feminine, now reached into the ring and seized hold on my flowing blonde tresses. A sharp yank to draw me up onto my tippy-toes was hard enough so that the halo atop my head went tumbling to the canvas where it rolled a short distance before falling flat.
I reached above my head to get Raven’s hands away from my silky-straight hair, and it turned out to be a big mistake. As my arms lifted, Crow sent a fist flying right into my stretched and exposed belly hard enough to slam my hips against the middle buckle. My arms swung down violently and I wrapped them around my stomach, coughing and choking as I leaned over. I could hear Vince from across the ring…”Come on guys, break it up, they’re double teaming her!!” His face looking expectantly to the crowd, like someone should do something, but nobody moved.

Crow paused his assault on me, while I remained doubled over and wheezing for what gasps of air I could get after taking a big fist like that. I peeked up at him through the tangles of blonde that were now draped over my face. It seemed like he was checking on the audience and the officials, making sure they weren’t going to enforce the already hazy rules of the league. Once he was that nobody was moving to stop him and his partner, it was like an invitation as a second fist swept up from his waist and planted itself with a loud smacking kiss just below my navel. His knuckles impacting just over my bikini line and sending my rising hips right back into the buckles again. My blue eyes rolled inside my head and I could feel the red on my face. Gawd, I could barely even breathe as his partner reached over the corner and stood me back up with some liberal use of my hair.
I wanted to tell them to stop, to call a timeout or something, but I couldn’t even form words with my parted lips because there wasn’t any air left in my lungs. To make things worse, the lack of oxygen was making me feel a lil tired and both of these two had been putting shots into my stomach all match. My arms felt heavy as the dark-haired woman slid her hands down my limbs and cinched my wrists in her fingers, dragging them up and back to dump them over the top ropes. Crow was bending down in front of me and I called up my strength to kick him right in the face as hard as I could, but he looked up at me with a smile as he caught my foot and lifted my entire leg up in front of me.
“Kicking people isn’t very angelic.”…he intoned as he stretched my left leg out to my left side and hooked my knee over the middle rope. Off balance and with my limbs tucked back, it didn’t take much for him to get a hold of my right leg as well. He soon had it stretched out to my right side and hooked over the opposite middle strand of rope. The look on Vince’s face in our corner was one of total horror, the Goths had my legs spread and hooked over the middle ropes and my arms hanging uselessly behind the top strands. I heard a girlish giggle behind me and Crow sneered right in my face as he ran a lusty hand up the inside of my stretched inner-thigh, his fingertips coming to drum against my flat tummy.
My head rolled back and forth on the top buckle, which offered me a little support as I was SO out of breath. I was aware of fingers doing something behind my back and against my neck. I squirmed in the enemy’s corner but the ropes held me suspended and sprawled for whatever they had planned. Crow’s index finger slowly slid up my stomach to catch the white string that was taut between my full breasts. My tanned globes rising and falling dramatically as I gulped down more air. A tug of his hand and my gold-trimmed bikini top was draped limply from his fingertip, thanks to Raven untying it from behind. He cast the small garment away into the crowd where I watched it disappear into grabbing hands.
I found myself very conscious of the fact that my breasts were now bare, mostly because Crow’s face was right in front of them and he stared at them without any apologies. I saw his tongue slide across his lips and a cold chill went down my spine, the exhilaration of wrestling making my browned nipples stand out long and thick. My valiant struggling making my chest sway and making my stiff points wave under his nose. The sight was obviously irresistible as I only managed to gasp a short “No!” before his lips closed around my left bud and sucked it right into his warm mouth. His tongue painted the nub and flicked it up and down atop my breast. I had to bite down on my lower lip to keep myself from giving them the satisfaction of hearing me moan.
Raven, however, didn’t seem satisfied with her partner’s attention to my swollen tips and raised the ante on my trapped body almost instantly. While I was busy trying to resist the effects of Crow’s tongue, her hand was busy quietly slipping around my waist and silently moving towards my brief bikini bottoms. I felt a tickle against my lower stomach and then something sliding under the elastic of my bikini. A soft, distinctly feminine hand cupped my warmth and massaged it whole. Her middle digit curling, pushing and denting my suit out as it maneuvered, then stealing a moan out of my parted golden mouth as she traced my entrance with her soft touch.

It seemed as though the gothic girl was developing a map of my body, touching me everywhere in conjunction with her partner, and focusing in on the spots that made me clinch or writhe against the ropes that were holding me up. Crow taking turns supporting each of my breasts in his hand and then lavishing my nipples with his flashing tongue, while Raven stroked and massaged my shaven mound underneath my bikini. “Stop ya two, come onnn….”…I heard my own whines and the responses from my determined opponents. Raven did most of the talking:

“Hush little angel, just close those eyes and give it all up to us.”
“No hope for you now, you dumb blonde rookie.”

I could tell that Raven was right, the other team had managed to hang me in their corner and now both members had their hands and lips everywhere on my curves. I felt like a fly caught in some kind of erotic web. And these two were planning on having me for dinner. My eyelids flickered and closed as Raven nibbled on my throat and allowed her middle fingers to dip between my now moist folds. My head came to rest on the buckle and I softly moaned as Crow rubbed my breasts together and made my nipples shine with his saliva. It was all over now, I got too confident and I let myself get caught on the wrong side of the ring. I should have tagged Vince in earlier, I shouldn’t have given Raven an opening. I totally blew it, and now the other team was gonna take me apart. I allowed my weight to settle against the corner ropes. I felt Raven’s hands moving, getting ready to tear my bikini bottoms right off my hips and bare my everything to the crowd.

It was over, I was finished…in another minute I was gonna cum, lose the match, and then I could go home. I hear the thumping sound of my heart pounding, like a drumbeat it felt like the whole ring was shaking around me. Wait…the ring WAS shaking around me. It took a little effort to lift my head up and focus my eyes past Crow’s big head. It was Vince! He was charging across the ring, and the Goths were so caught up in beating me that they didn’t even notice!
I watched the gothic man’s face as Vince’s forearm collided with the back of his head, making his eyes cross and a dumb-sounding groan echo from his body as he collapsed to his knees in front of me. Raven screamed something shrill at my partner, but Vince simply replied with the same forearm but this time he aimed it a little higher. The blow nailing the tattooed Goth right between the eyes, causing her to lose her grip on me and the corner. Raven whirled her arms comically as she fell backward off the apron and then hit the floor below the ring with a nasty sounding “thunk!”

“Those assholes, let’s get you out of this babe…”…Vince was muttering under his breath as he helped me extract myself from our opponents’ trap. Helping me to guide my legs over the ropes and pull my arms forward, I was free in no time and I threw my arms wholly around Vince’s neck. Forgetting all about the people watching or Crow who was reeling between our legs, I kissed my boyfriend hard and long on the lips. When finally our lips separated, Vince was looking at me with this incredulous stare. “For saving me”…I explained as simply as I could, and he nodded with a smile.
I kept my arms around my boyfriend’s neck, so I could stay close to him but also because I was tired and my mostly-bare body against his felt reassuring. He cupped a finger under my chin and lifted my face so we were looking into each other’s eyes, “Do you think you can finish this?” I hesitated for a second, I had been in for most of the match and I WAS getting a little drained. But, the Goths HAD tried to double-team me and god knows what else they would have done if Vince hadn’t stepped in and skirted the rules for me. No, I definitely owed these two a little something, and I kinda got the feeling that Vince wanted to see me give it to them. “I can do it, I can finish it!”…I gave my partner a confident stare, and he gave me a wide smile before turning and heading back to our corner.

Crow was still swaying back and forth on his knees, nearly falling against my legs from the huge surprise blow my partner gave him. I cupped my hand around the back of his head and guided him into his own corner….”Come on loser, time ya got some Sun in your life!” I glanced over the ropes and saw that Vince has circled around the outside, checking to make sure that Raven wouldn’t be interfering any further. He gave me a thumbs-up as he placed a foot atop the broken gothic girl’s back and held her against the hard floor. That was one less thing to worry about now as I sat Crow down on the canvas in his own corner, with his legs straight out in front of him and his back to the buckles.
“Since you’re so not my type, and I wanna get this over with as soon as possible…you’re gonna hafta forgive me for this, creepy Goth guy.”
Crow was just mumbling to himself with his head down against his chest. I grabbed the top ropes on either side of the corner and steadied myself. Blushing as I went for my first public victory, tentatively sliding my bare foot between the sitting Goth’s thighs and putting my toes against the obvious bulge in his shiny pants. I blushed as I heard some stirring among the crowd, beginning to think I should have let Vince do this. Vince isn’t really into other boys though, this might traumatize him. No, I was going to have to do it.
I began to make small circles with the ball of my foot against the straining latex material, and I felt it warm and surge against my toes. “This has to be the most embarrassing thing ever….”….I spoke to nobody in particular as I heard Crow starting to murmur and talk to himself. I began to become interested as my opponent started to actually rock his hips forward against my foot and his head rolled back to display a lust-filled expression. “Boys, so easy.”...I shook my head at the poor wrestler as trembled and moaned out loud. I felt the bulge stiffen against the bottom of my carefully moving foot, and then more heat and something damp. I kinda didn’t believe that was all it took, but I guess having me stretched out in his corner had already gotten Crow most of the way there. As if to eliminate any further doubts I had, the bell began ringing rapidly from the side of the ring.

Vince gave a cheer and dismissively kicked Raven in the side before joining me up in the middle of the ring. We clasped hands and lifted our arms above our heads, celebrating our first win in front of everyone. The audience didn’t hesitate to shower us with their applause either. With the bright lights beating down on us and everyone shouting our names, it was one of the most charged moments I could ever remember. I don’t even remember when we ever got down from there or how we made it back to the dressing room amidst all of the commotion.
Once we got inside the dressing room, our carefully selected outfits were piled on the floor as Vince and I both knew how we wanted to celebrate. I wasn’t going to let those freaks in the ring touch me, but my boyfriend can do whatever he wants. Something that was made clear to both of us as we did all the things to each other our opponents would love to do. Probably some of the people in the audience would love to have done them too.
We had our first major victory and we had made a name for ourselves against a heavily favored tag-team. Despite our inexperience and what had happened the first time, we were serious contenders now. There wasn’t anyone in this little underground league that would be able to ignore us now. And for that moment, in the dressing room with Vince, I actually thought that was a good thing.

By Sunshine (sunshine_wrslr@yahoo.com)