This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere.
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The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission.
This story takes place in the entirely fictional city of Springfield, California, so don't go looking for it on a map. And in my little fictional world, there are no unwanted pregnancies or STD's, except as plot driving devices. The author encourages the practice of safe-sex.
This story is about two of my favorite things: Lesbians and professional wrestling.
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It was far and away the biggest crowd that Tiffany had ever performed in front of, and she thought she should be more nervous. But she wasn't. She had been planning on quitting outright just a few weeks earlier, so it was almost as if she had nothing to lose. Working a two-on-one match was incredibly tiring, since she didn't have a partner to carry her part of the match.
Tiffany Thurman was beginning to love professional wrestling again. After a disheartening year or so working for someone who thought of the industry as just another business venture rather than having any emotional investment in it, things had turned around for the twenty-eight year old single mother. Getting in bed, both literally and figuratively, with the boss's blonde-bombshell of a wife had been the first step towards her intellectual recovery. Finding friends who ALSO happened to be lesbians, much to Tiffany's surprise, like Vicky and Jeanna had been another boon. They were the ones she was working the program with at that moment.
The NAXW (North American eXtreme Wrestling) was putting on it's first show in neighboring Los Angeles in front of a crowd of several thousand people. Tiffany, known to local wrestling enthusiasts as Demonica, had been involved in a story line feuding with the Warrior Maidens (Vicky "Valkyrie" Smith and Jeanna "Amazon" Benjamin) after an "unprovoked" attack on Marcia "Vixen" Levinson. NAXW had a limited television audience on local stations throughout California, so Deborah Wells, the boss's wife and Tiffany's part-time lover, had helped come up with something for her friend. Tiffany had actually been written off the show, but Debbie had gone to bat for the pleasantly muscled wrestler, and Tiffany was trying to prove that to be a wise decision.
Unfortunately, she had just been put through a wooden table in a double-team powerbomb maneuver. Normally that wouldn't have been a problem, but some dipshit in the ring crew had put an uncut table where the cut table was supposed to be. The table hadn't given way very easily and she had landed on the metal crossbar, so Tiffany had been working with a bad back for a couple of minutes. Luckily, the swirve was coming up. Vixen had come out to ringside, supposedly to watch as her former attacker was victimized by the two faces. But when the referee was out of position, Vixen attacked Valkyrie to a chorus of boos, hitting the "unsuspecting" woman with a steel chair, then passing that chair to Demonica when Amazon came over to see what was going on. One swift chair shot to the back and the match was over. Vixen got into the ring with a microphone and started a rather sultry rant about how she had learned what real power was, and it wasn't from crowd-pleasing suck-ups like the Warrior Maidens. Women like Demonica had REAL power, so Vixen wanted to be more like her.
Tiffany was pleased with the woman's speech. She was still rough around the edge when it came to the maneuvers, but she was getting better at developing her character. And the crowd was booing, which was always a good sign from the heel's point of view.
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In the backstage area . . .
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"Are you okay?" Deborah was asking as a trainer looked over Tiffany's back.
"I should be," Tiffany grunted as whatever meat-doctor John Wells had hired poked and prodded her back with all the care of a drunken plumber. Marcia, Vicky and Jeanna were all sitting nearby, trying to remain excited about their performances while not being unsympathetic to Tiffany's plight. Deborah had assured them that the WWE scouts had indeed been watching and would be getting back to the company in a few weeks.
Tiffany gasped as one of the muscles in her back twitched. She knew that something was out of sorts.
"You ARE going to be able to go out with us aren't you?" Vicky asked. Vicky was a gorgeous young woman with curly blonde hair who had almost literally become Tiffany's disciple in the last week. Ever since she, Jeanna, Vicky and Deborah had spent that incredible night together, Vicky had felt more comfortable around Tiffany and was trying to learn the business from her.
"I don't think so," Tiffany said while sitting up, the "trainer" finally admitting that he was a clueless idiot and saying that she should seek additional counsel.
"C'mon, we're in Los Angeles," the adorable woman pleaded. "How many times do we get a chance to get drunk in a strange city?"
Jeanna laughed. "I agree with her Royal Perkiness here. I'm sure we can find a nice bar with a dark corner you can sit and sulk in."
"Don't tease her," Deborah said, looking worried.
"It's okay," Tiffany tried to assure her friend. "I take it you've got business tonight?"
"Yeah," said Deborah, a little excited again. "We're meeting with the scouts and other suits to discuss the farm-league expansion. I'd skip, but I'm afraid of what John would do if he weren't supervised. Are you SURE you're going to be okay?" she asked again.
