Chapter 1 - The Squared Circle
Oksana ran towards the ropes and bounced off of them, sailing directly towards her opponent and executing a flawless clothesline, sending her to the mat. She stole a quick glance over to her manager and the scout he was talking to as Linda pounded her fist in to the mat and slowly rose to her feet.
Oksana took the signal and quickly got her in to a head lock before she was fully erect. They danced around the ring a few times as Linda tried to break out until Linda tapped her thigh to let her know she was ready for the next maneuver.
Oksana flung Linda towards the ropes and as she returned executed a perfect crossbody press, sending her to the mat, face up.
Linda lay there as Oksana climbed the ropes and setup for the elbow drop. She leaped in to mid-air, seeming to catch more air time than physically possible until she came crashing down and collided with Linda.
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"So what do you think?" Mathew said.
"Yea she's great. Executed the moves perfectly, has a real presence in the ring." Jimmy replied.
"She's ready for the big time Jimmy, she's got all the skills and could probably hold her own with the men!"
"Well, that's kind of the problem isn't it?"
Mathew sighed inwardly, he'd had this conversation before and knew where it was going.
"Skill is only part of the package isn't it? And let's face it, she doesn't have all the 'parts' she needs does she?"
Mathew looked over to Oksana, she was breathing heavily and her muscular chest rose and fell with ease. He knew what Jimmy was talking about, Oksana wasn't a beautiful woman in the traditional sense. She'd worked hard to get her muscular body and it had taken a toll on her.
He had seen photos of her before she had started training, even then she was just average. Not unpleasant to look at, a slightly pudgy face with her long red hair draped over a modest bust. That had changed with years of training, any trace of fat hand been eradicated leaving an almost gaunt face behind. Her modest chest replaced by rippling muscle and her hair cut short.
Unlike her hair she had never been short, she'd sprouted early and by 15 she had stood over six feet tall and now with her work out regiment she had packed on pounds of muscle, more than enough to intimidate most men.
"I'd like to help you Mathew, but I just came from scouting a nice young woman from Mexico. She's not quite as technically proficient as Oksana, but they'll be lining up to watch her matches even if she loses. My advice? Well, you know what my advice is don't you. Give me a call if anything changes. "
Mathew watch Jimmy walk out of the gym knowing full well how the conversation was going to go with Oksana later.
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"Fuck him!" Oksana nearly screamed at Mathew, for his part he tried not to shrink back in to his chair any more than he already had.
Oksana stood on the other side of the desk, her hands firmly planted on the top of it as she continue to swear up a storm of curses against the wrestling establishment. It wasn't the first time, but it never got any easier and no matter how much he knew Oksana would never hurt him, she was still intimidating when she was like this.
"Look Oksana, I'm just the messenger here. You know you've got the skills, but..."
She glared at him and he felt himself involuntarily push back in to his chair just a little bit farther.
"I know, but..." her shoulders slumped and she flopped in to the chair, "...even if I wanted to, I don't have the money to do anything about it. Everything goes in to my training!"
"I know, I know. Look, I'm your manager and I know you're going to be a star as soon as you can get a break, but..."
"You're not going to drop me are you!?!"
"No, no. It's just as your manager I've been approached with an opportunity that might help your... ah... problem."
"I don't think I like where this is going. I'm not doing porn, you know that."
"No, I agree, this isn't porn. And just hear me out before you say anything."
"Ok, what is it."
"I have a friend, he works over at the Bimbo or Billionaire show..." Mathew waited as the glare returned but Oksana didn't say anything.
"...they're always looking for contestants, especially uniquely talented ones. An appearance could get you over the name recognition problem and then the wrestling federation would have to give you a contract."
Oksana stood up, turned around and left without saying a word.
Chapter 2 - Opening Credits
The studio curtain raised as the theme music blared from the speakers with the applause of the live studio audience. Oksana was still unsure if this was a good idea or not, but Mathew had never steered her wrong in the past and she knew he was right this time as well. Even if she dropped out after the first round she'd have some money, maybe a solution to her image problem and at least 15 minutes of fame she could transform in to a career in wrestling.
Mathew was waiting backstage for her to finish and she knew he'd line up several auditions for her as soon as she had time to practice a bit after the show.
She reached up and touched the Collar of Fate, its cold metal tight around her neck. Last week when they had tried to put it on her they were surprise to find it wouldn't close around her heavily muscled neck. She smiled at the memory of the techs running around trying to figure out what they were going to do.
"Yes folks it's time to answer the question that is on all of our minds... Is she a... Bimbo or Billionaire!" the announcer's voice came across the PA system and the audience roared in response.
Oksana looked down at her costume, it wasn't really all that bad, she'd worn similar outfits during her auditions for wrestling and she was comfortable in her own body even if others weren't. She looked down at the high heels, she wasn't as comfortable in them as she was the costume. She'd heard Jack was a little sensitive about his height and usually taller contestants wore flats, but she guessed even flats wouldn't solve that problem so they'd gone with the normal clear high heels.
"Thanks Dan, now to get to today's contestant... Oksana!" she walked on to the set at her queue, smiling and waving, she'd practiced the move quite a lot over the years in the mirror, knowing it would be a required skill when she made it to the big time.
"Hi Oksana, wow, I think you're the tallest contestant we've ever had on the show!"
"I think so Jack, I'm 6'4" and these heels have added a few inches as well."
"And I don't think there's any doubt that you're the strongest contestant we've ever had, you must spend a lot of time in the gym!"
"Yep. I spend every day at the gym Jack. My goal is to be a professional wrestler."
"That's great Oksana. I do hope you don't mind but we have a little clip we'd like to show the audience. I think you're recognize it from about a week ago..."
The monitors came to life and she saw herself sitting in the chair from when they had installed the Collar of Fate. It quickly moved to their failed attempt to close it and then went in to fast forward with a jaunty musical score that she recognized from an old British television comedy show.
She smiled and the audience laughed as they finally came up with a solution.
"Well enough fun for now Oksana now I have just one question for you... are you ready to play?"
"Yes Jack, I'm ready!"
"Ok Oksana, let's get a few housekeeping items out of the way and we can get going. First off I'd like to bring everyone's attention to our case girl Chrissi!"
As always the spotlight highlighted Chrissi and the buxom blonde bimbo wiggled and jiggled as the crowd cheered and whistled.
"Chrissi was the unluckiest contestant to ever play our game here and opened twelve bimbo cases in a row. But we just couldn't let her leave with nothing so instead we didn't let her leave at all and she's been with us ever since!
