The Goddess
by T. Trolley

Kris was something special.

Ever since I saw her for the first time, I couldn't take my eyes off her. Not
only was she perhaps the most beautiful woman I had ever seen with her
gorgeous 5-6, 128 lb. figure, black hair and innocent brown eyes, but she had a
sweet, pure, inward beauty and a vivaciousness that made her even more attractive.

She was the kind of woman who was so beautiful that you got nervous talking
to her. You felt like you were addressing, well, a goddess when you talked to
her -- right out of Greek and Roman mythology. Yet, it was as though she didn't
know just how beautiful she really was. Her sweetness and innocence was just
overwhelming and combine that with her drop-dead looks -- well, that made her
almost impossible to talk to without stumbling in conversation.

I ended up agreeing to become her personal manager for nothing. Ever since
then, she saw me as her hero. She told me that nobody had ever done anything
like that for her in her entire life and she couldn't thank me enough.

Little did I know, however, that I would come up with a different opportunity
for her -- and my job as her manager would become not only more diverse but
also a lot more pleasurable.

There was a woman that Kris worked with who was a fitness freak. She was a
real hardbody who was very pretty but was also extremely athletic and had very
little body fat on her. Kris, on the other hand, was a soft kind of feminine
woman who was more like a princess than an athlete.

One day, the woman came up to me and asked, "You're Kris's manager, aren't
you?" I told her I was, and then she said, "I have a rather strange request. I'd
like you to arrange something for me with Kris."

I wondered what she was getting at, but I didn't have to wait long. "Uh, I'll
get right to the point." She paused, sighed, deeply, and then said, "My
boyfriend is really into watching women wrestling and he said he'd like to watch me
wrestle Kris. I know it's a strange request, but he said he'd pay Kris pretty
well if she agreed. Besides -- I want to wrestle Kris to prove I'm an overall
better woman than her. Since you're her manager, I thought I'd come to you so
you could possibly arrange it. You helped get her a huge story on the front
page of the paper. Now, maybe you can get my name in the sports section of the
paper!"

I was caught off guard. Actually, it was something I had always wanted to see
Kris do -- wrestle another woman. I thought watching her wrestle would be
extremely sexy -- especially if her opponent was a good looking woman. This woman
certainly fit the bill, but she looked like she was stronger than Kris.

I began to respond to the woman, but she cut me off and said, "Just talk to
her about it. See if you can arrange it."

When I first approached Kris with the challenge, the gorgeous woman cocked
her head slightly and looked at me like a little deer looking at a new fence.
She had never wrestled another woman before, but the more I talked to her about
it the more she was willing to do it -- especially when she heard about the
money involved. When she heard about the money, it didn't take much to coax her
into finally agreeing to wrestle the woman because she could tell I wanted to
see her fight and I had so impressed her that she was basically putty in my
hands and I could get her to do whatever I wanted her to do.

Of course, the money helped convince her as well.

After Kris agreed, I passed the word on to the other woman and the two agreed
to wrestle!

When the match began, I was surprised at how intense Kris started. She really
fought hard with all the determination in the world. She really wanted to
beat her co-worker!

But from the start, it was obvious that Kris was no match for her hardbody
co-worker. Within about a minute, the hardbody had overwhelmed her with superior
strength and power and had Kris flat on her back!

Then, suddenly, the hardbody made her move!

Kris was pinned!

The beautiful Kris had just been pinned by a lean hardbody of a woman! Her
opponent was straddling so high on her body -- way up over her chest near her
neck -- that Kris was helpless and humiliated in the process! Kris felt the
weight of her opponent pushing down on her chest and she was so securely pinned
that her left arm was completely covered by her opponent's right knee and leg!

Her opponent, confident she had Kris trapped, leaned over and got close to
Kris's face, taunting and theatening her as she plucked at Kris's gorgeous
brunette hair, whispering into her ear, "I think I'll pluck out your hair, strand
by strand!" as Krisi desperately wriggled her gorgeous body and gritted her
teeth in a determined, but futile, effort to gain her freedom! She did manage to
free her right arm and raise it limply in the air to keep it from being pinned
as well, but it was just a token effort as her opponent had Kris completely
under control as Kris had to pull her right arm way up by her own head to keep
it free from being pinned as well!

Kris's opponent then whispered, "Don't you think you should give up now?"
Kris didn't want to do that, especially not in front me!

Kris fought a hard, determined fight but in the end her hardbody adversary
was just too much for her!

Kris struggled for several minutes before running out of gas. Finally, and
reluctantly -- Kris closed her eyes and gasped, "OK -- I give up!"

Kris had just uttered the three most humiliating words in the English
language for any woman wrestler to say! I couldn't believe it! Kris continued to lay
on the ground, daintily putting her right wrist up to her head as her eyes
remained closed while her opponent got off her and raised her hand in victory!

I didn't think that Kris understood the magnitude of what she had done when
she submitted. I didn't think she realized how much of a humiliation and
embarrassment she had just experienced.

But it turns out I was dead wrong on that count.

Kris, to my surprise, left town within a week of the fight. Apparently, the
ridicule that was being heaped on her at work for losing the fight so
decisively had embarrassed her so much that she decided to quit her job and move. She
left a totally devastated woman.

Kris never even called to say goodbye. I heard about her move from a third
party. I thought there was more to her leaving than I was being told -- which
was very little -- but I would never know. All I knew was that, for those few
months, I had been privileged to work with a real, actual goddess.