It seemed like forever since Karen lost her job. Six months ago she was let go when the company she worked for had to make some cut backs. She tried for a solid month to get another job, but 22-years-old with only a high school degree couldn’t land her much employment. One day at the laundry mat, she overheard a couple of girls talk about this wrestling promotion that was offering opportunities to young talent. Karen got the number from the stranger and quickly dialed when she got home, figuring there was nothing to lose. She called the number to get the info about the job and spoke with a promoter on the other line.

“Hi, my name is Karen,” she said. “I’m inquiring about the job of wrestler.”
“Alright,” the promoter said. “Before we go any further let me give you some info on it. You get about $500 a match plus a $2000 bonus if you win. Now these are real fights kid. Our girls take the competition seriously. You can really get banged up. Still interested?”
At first this frightened Karen, but $500 was more than she made in a day at her old job. “Yeah,” she said. “I’m still interested. What do I have to do to get started?”
“Well, e-mail me your picture and we’ll see if you have what we are looking for.”
Karen did as he requested. She sent him a picture of her at the beach in a bathing suit, figuring those were close enough to wrestling tights.

The picture made the promoter smile. Karen was certainly a good-looking girl, but she was far from perfect. She was 5’4; about 15 pounds shy of a knockout and wasn’t toned at all. Her cute face and shoulder-length blonde hair though made her seem cute and cuddly. “This girl will never have the ability to compete in this promotion,” he thought to himself. “But that’s exactly what I may need.”

Karen was quickly accepted in to the training program and everything went as the promoter thought it would. She was without a doubt one of the worst trainees. Last to pick up moves, terrible at mic skills and even her gym time put no muscle on her body. In fact, her look was the only thing keeping her in it. After a month of training the promoter came in and wanted a couple of girls for a one-time TV taping. He mumbled something to the instructor about some big talent just signed that the federation needed to display quickly. Karen found it surprising and scary when she got picked.

She met with the promoter after that day’s lesson and he explained to her the rules for first time wrestlers.
“Alright kid,” he said. “Here’s how we run things for you rookies. You wear traditional wrestling tights. Nothing fancy until you are established. You can also have some ring attire, but again nothing too fancy. Until we give you a gimmick you have to use your real name. And do your hair and make-up. Just because you’re fighters, you still need to look sexy. That means you are always smiling from the minute you leave the curtain to the minute that bell rings.”

A few days passed and it was fight night. On the drive over to the venue Karen was nervous as hell and wishing she had never got herself into this. Still, rent was due and she had no other choice. Once she got into the locker room her fears were not eased. All the other girls knew each other and wouldn’t even look at her. She felt alone and was forced to dress in the smallest locker room where they crammed five other rookies in a space built for two. She took off her shoes, shirt and pants. Dressed only in her matching silk silver bra and panties, she looked at herself in the mirror. The results made her pretty depressed. Her stomach was not toned like some of the other girls, her arms were not toned like some of the other girls, but she did have bigger breasts than most of the other girls. She had C’s on a body clearly built for B’s. “That’s one plus,” she thought to herself. After that she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor and then she took her panties off and got into her tights. This was her first time trying them on. They were one-piece and purposely tight on her to accentuate her breast, with the top being cut just low enough to see the top of her cleavage. On her legs she wore pantyhose to give her legs a sexy shine. The bottom of the tights was cut in a normal swimsuit manner. She stepped back to have a quick look. Her tights were a shiny solid blue, with the word “Karen” written on the butt. She was wearing blue eyeliner to match the tights and had white boots.

Before she knew what happened her name was called and she headed for the ring. She watched the end of the last match. When the winner was done posing in the ring and the loser (a fellow girl from her class) was being rolled out, they gave Karen the okay to go to the ring. By now the butterflies had taken over not just her stomach but her entire body. She nervously moved the curtain aside and walked down the aisle. She tried to smile bright but found it hard in front of a large crowd. A few people held their hands out and Karen slapped them weakly. She circled around the outside of the ring until she came to the stairs. She walked up, raised one leg and put it into the ring, bent over, then proceeded to fully enter the ring. At first the crowd was sort of indifferent to her. She decided to jump and down to show off her breast. It worked. She got a small reaction from the crowd which made her feel better. As she waited for the commercial break to end she circled her corner and jumped up and down some more. She couldn’t help the thoughts that flooded into her head. What was she going to do? She had never done a real match before! She didn’t even know who her opponent was!

She finally stopped pacing and leaned back in her corner with her arms grapping the top rope. She still held a smile but it was totally forced. The crowd did seem less intimidating now and she even managed to give a smile and small wave to someone who cheered when she was bouncing. Then the bell rang out once to let the crowd know the next match was about to begin. Karen leaned back and listened to the announcer.

“Our next match is one fall with a 10 minute time limit,” he said. “First, in the ring at this time, weighing in at 135 pounds…Karen Cougar!” Karen gave a slight smile as she raised her arm up. She only got a small reaction from the crowd. Less people acknowledged her then when she was bouncing. Then, the announcer started up again. “Her opponent, coming down the aisle, she weighs in at 210 pounds…” Just then, Karen’s opponent came from behind the curtain. She was dressed in black leather from head to toe and not to mention humongous! Karen sank into her corner and her face almost went white. She watched as her opponent came down the aisle like a manic yelling at the top of her lungs. Karen fell into a huge daze and didn’t even notice as the referee came over to her corner and put his hands on her body to frisk her. He started at the top of her tights then ran them down to the bottom. He bent down and checked her boots and then went over to frisk her opponent. A million thoughts raced in Karen’s mind, many of which were to turn and run from the ring. In the end none of the thoughts won out.

The bell rang out and Karen just stood in her corner looking frozen and intimidated as her opponent raced across the ring and nailed her hard with a boot to the stomach. The air rushed out of Karen’s lungs as she doubled over, leaving her back exposed. Her opponent rained down a hard forearm across her back, then another one, sending Karen to her knees. Pulling her up by the hair, Karen’s opponent scooped her up and delivered a hard slam, followed by a kick to the lower back. By know the initial shock of being hit wore off and Karen began feeling all of the blows, as she reached behind her to feel her back. Before she even had a second to absorb the last hit, she was being pulled up to her feet again. Her opponent was backing her up to the ropes.

Karen tried to fight it but was simply overpowered. Grabbing the back of Karen’s head the opponent leaned her slightly over the ropes, back first. Karen’s heaving chest was out there almost begging to be hit. Her opponent obliged by hammering a stinging chop just above the breast. Karen again doubled over and clutched her chest, but she was grabbed again by the back of the hair and chopped one more time. As Karen hung there from the ropes, her opponent turned her around and started choking her using the top rope. Karen’s now sweaty hair was hanging down in front of her face as she struggled for air with her arms flailing in every which way. Her opponent finally let her go and yanked the top rope back, sending Karen flying in the air and landing hard on her back. She put her hand on her throat as she coughed and whizzed and tried to get air.

Once again grabbed by the hair, Karen was dragged over to the edge of the ring where there was a camera. Her opponent then rubbed her hands all over Karen’s face, gouging at her eyes while she screamed “This is what happens to any girl who gets into the ring with me!” When her opponent finally stopped Karen was almost in tears, not to mention the worst pain she ever felt in her life. Her opponent would not be done though. She rose Karen to her feet, and delivered a hard atomic drop, which sent the rookie to her knees. Her opponent then got her standing again, put one hand on her crouch and the other just about her chest and lifted her into the air. Karen felt humiliated being manhandled so easily and was shaking her head, pleading with her opponent not to drop her. Her opponent didn’t listen and threw her over the top rope to the outside.

Karen tried to soften the landing by getting her arms and legs down but she still hit hard. She just laid there on the hard floor, with a muscle spasm every few seconds being her only movement. She felt both physically and mentally defeated. She couldn’t even get to her feet. Her opponent would not have a count out though as she jumped to the outside, grabbed Karen up by the hair and smashed her head into the ring apron before rolling her back inside. Karen was conscience enough to just grab her head and bang on the mat with her boots, letting the whole crowd know how that last move felt. Her opponent entered the ring, rolled Karen over and lay across her as the referee started counting. Finally, Karen thought, the match would end. It didn’t though. When the referee hit two, Karen’s opponent lifted her up by the hair. Karen was terrified to think what would happen to her now. She was scooped up once again, only this time she was held by her opponent in a vertical position with Karen’s head toward the mat. The last thing Karen remembered about the night was a slow decent.

Karen’s head hit hard again the mat and knocked her out. Karen’s opponent once again lay across her and hooked her leg as the ref counted an uncontested 1…2…3. After the match the ref tried to revive Karen in the ring, but it was clear that it wasn’t going to happen. He called for a stretcher and carefully rolled her onto it as they strapped her down and rolled her to the back. In the back they passed the promoter who told the medics to make sure she got great care. He knew of a lot more talent who could really get over by stepping into the ring with his prized jobber.