The Flaming Identity:
A prostyle blast from the past
By Stone

Coming down the aisle first from New Jack City, The Original Hoodrat, Dashiki (it's corny on purpose)! She's a gangsta' bitch with a body made of silicone; her luscious triple D chest jiggles in her Pubu (know you're knockoffs) t-shirt which is tied just below her massive jugs. Her wide ass is squeezed into a pair of Daisy Dukes--yes, this is what the welfare kids wear if they're on the corner (if ya know what I mean *wink*)--with a lot of her dark cheeks hangin' out the back. Her opponent, from Dimisville (this is a private joke so if ya don't get it, do what Rick Steiner always says), is a rather voluptuous red head with long red high heels, a short (shiny) plastic skirt and a glittery silver top--the kind most "girls" wear when they go clubbing.
Okay this character is my compilation of a friend of mine. Dimis is the nickname of a close friend of mine and he just has this fetish about high heels, redheads, and shiny clothing--not to mention an obsession with lingerie. While I have done this character basically for him, he never reads any of this stuff--besides this is just for my enjoyment anyway.

Okay the redhead's name is Ginger (funny, huh?) and she has a nice perky set of 40D breasts, very natural (sicker). She's very well built, muscular without having that old Chyna look. Looks like Lita has been using Ico-Pro for a little bit, that's how this chick measures up. And at 5'10" she has a couple inches on the shorter black girl. However Dashiki has a mean streak and jumps the athletic bitch as soon as she gets into the ring. Now if you already lost patience and skipped down to see the action, the object of the match is to burn your opponent's bra. Remember the old women's lib movement where their demonstrated their independence by freeing themselves of the shackles of male sexist fascism. Well, I took that idealistic movement and incorporated it into a hardcore match where one girl has to be topless--or else she will have third degree burns on her chest. Because it would be hard to simply ask the member of the audience if they had a match, a can of gasoline with a lighter taped to it are hanging above the ring on a wire. But because that might prove too difficult, a torch was chained to a pole over the turnbuckle. It has an alcohol soaked rag wrapped around it and only needs ignition for it to be used properly. However that brings us back to the audience participation part which makes this match completely moronic, sexist, and hilarious.

Dashiki sends a couple stomps to Ginger's gut to weaken the bigger girl. She Irish whips her into the ropes but Ginger comes back with a lariat; Dashiki oversells it by doing a spin in the air. Ginger exits the ring and pulls a ladder out from under the ring. She lays it on the apron but didn't notice her opponent get up. Dashiki did a running baseball slide, ramming the ladder into Ginger's face with a metallic "clang." Dashiki then leaps onto the rope and dives off in a springboard bodysplash, slamming into Ginger's hard body.

The black girl gets up quickly and finds a conveniently placed table under the ring and sets it up. Dashiki goes over to stomp on Ginger who is getting up, trying to shake the cobwebs loose. She sets up Ginger for a powerbomb on the table but the redhead blocks it. Dashiki is backdropped but gets tangled in the ropes instead of going the table. Ginger growls in frustration while the fans chant, "You fucked up! You fucked up!" Of course most of the crowd has been yelling, "Show your tits! Show your tits!" the entire match.

Ginger grabs a chair the ring announcer was sitting in--she apologizes of course, being the face she is--and places it about a foot away from where Dashiki is hanging precariously in the ropes; the referee trying to free the black girl's foot in vain. She backs up and takes a running start while Dashiki tries to get herself untied. Ginger gets a full head of steam, jumps on the chair, which is acting as a springboard, and dropkicks Dashiki right in her giant breasts. She moans and finally get loose, slumping down on the table but not with enough force to break it.

Ginger gets up while the crowd has broken out in cheers; you only get these type of fans in Japan or New Jersey. Ginger gets on the apron, stomps Dashiki one more time in her boobs, and performs a perfect Asai moonsault, breaking the table with the black gangbaner on it. The audience breaks out into chants of, "EB Dub! EB Dub!" Ginger slowly gets up holding her gut, the table break took a lot out of her and she tried to regain her wind. Dashiki still didn't move and the referee went out to check on her. Knowing her opponent wasn't going to get out of this match that easily, Ginger crawled out and pulled the black girl into the ring by her long cornrow braids.

She places Dashiki on the top turnbuckle and stands on the second rope, locking her arms around the black girl's neck. She jumps off and performs her version of the stunner, the Ginger-snapper (I hope everyone knows that reference, I am a true ECW fan). The crowd cheered and Ginger went out to get the ladder, pulling it out from under the broken table. "No wonder she's hurt so much," Ginger thinks to herself, "she probably hit her head on the damned ladder."

She quickly scaled it and retrieved the bucket'o'gas and lighter. However she hadn't been paying attention to Dashiki and got whacked in the back twice with a steel folding chair. She dropped the gas can but still held onto the ladder for some reason, even though she was only three rungs from the mat. The black bitch than wedged the chair inbetween the turnbuckles. She backed up and ran full force into the ladder with a spear maneuver, sandwiching Ginger against the turnbuckle, chair, and ladder. It was the, "Extreme Gore," as she called it and Ginger collapsed onto the mat, the ladder lying on top of her prone body.

Dashiki went across the ring to grab the torch which was hanging above the other corner. The referee was getting nervous, he had made sure several fire extinguisher were nearby. He had been ordered that this would be like a first blood match. It wasn't going to end with a singe or a slight burn, the girl's bra had to be completely unrecognizable. I make the reference towards the FB match because if anyone remembers the Austin/Kane FB match when Stone Cold was never allowed to be pinned at a major PPV, Earl Hebner (that bastard!) said that the fight was not going to stop with a cut or scrape, but only when one of the wrestlers was gushing blood.

Anyway getting on with the match, the referee wished he had never signed up for this and almost wet himself when Dashiki smiled maniacally when the torch was lit on fire. She pulled the ladder and chair off of Ginger who was still face down on the mat moaning, holding her back. The Urban Assaulter ripped away at Ginger's sparkly top, revealing a sexy black bra--both women had been instructed to wear revealing underwear during the match since it wouldn't be very good ratings to try and burn a sports bra. The redhead opened her eyes and saw Dashiki about to ram the flaming torch into her perfect breasts. Fortunately she was able to grab the steel chair just off to the side and hold it up to block the hit.

"Ahhh!" she screamed while the black girl continued to try and burn away Ginger's bra with her still in it. She was able to crawl out of the ring but Dashiki followed in pursuit. They ran around the ring until finally Ginger stood her ground. Dashiki swung wide with the torch, like a baseball bat, but Ginger ducked. She rammed the chair into the gansta' bitch's stomach, winding her. Ginger gave Dashiki a chair shot to the head which made her drop the torch on the mat--they had all been sprayed with an anti-flame retardant to protect them from breaking out in case this situation happened.

The fiery redhead--no pun intended (really)--untied the knot in Dashiki's shirt, spilling out her full triple-D, coffee-colored tits encased in a frilly white bra. This caused a lot of laughter from the crowd who openly cheered at both women displaying a lot of flesh, even though more was yet to come. Ginger decided to give the black girl some of her own medicine and powerbombed Dashiki on the torch. She screamed and rolled away as her back was signed. She pressed her advantage and, after carefully picking up the flaming piece of wood, stuffed it down between Dashiki's breasts as she was leaning up against the ring.

The bra had caught on fire but the bitch was lucky enough to grab a kid's soda and pour them on her burning titties. After dousing the flame, Dashiki roared in anger and speared Ginger against the guardrail. The torch lay on the ground smoking behind the two women as they fought back into the ring. Ginger regained her advantage only by raking her sharp nails on Dashiki's burned boobies (alliteration, rember? *G*). She added more humiliation and pain to Dashiki's predicament by wrapping the black girl's large tits in the ring ropes.

This was extremely painful because despite their give, the ropes are made of steel wire and when stretched this tight can almost severe a hand. Dashiki cried out in pain as her proud breasts were popped free of their bra encasement and huge nipples stood hard in the cool arena. Ginger started pinching the gangsta's nipples and twisting them while Dashiki screamed. The redhead than devised an evil plan. She fetched the gas can and lighter. She poured a river of the foul smelling flammable liquid over the ropes and Dashiki's breasts.

"Oh God, no...don't!" Dashiki pleaded as Ginger smiled evily with the lighter in her hand. Remorselessly, she sparked it and ignited the black girl. The flimsy bra burned up in seconds from the heat. Dashiki's flesh however bubbled and her screams turned to gurgling and she passed out. The ref signaled the match over and the ring crew came over with the extinguishers as medical personal rushed to give her much needed help. The ref, who had to hold back from vomiting, raised Ginger's hand who showed no guilt at the anguish she just unleashed on her opponent.