Educating Shelly

   Shelly was so nervous the minute she left the house. Driving towards the
arena, all she could think about was her very first match tonight. She
thought about the first time she saw the movie, All the Marbles on WTBS. She
was so drawn to the life that she was watching before her. "I can do that ",
she said to herself at the tender age of 13. She remembered the final match,
and how beautiful and confident the California Dolls looked as they entered
the ring. She remembered knowing then, that was all she wanted to do with her
life at some point. The confusing part to her was the sexual excitement she
felt watching the matches. While the butterflies seemed to be gathering in
her stomach, she was still feeling that same excitement knowing that it was
about to be she, finally living out her dream of being a professional
wrestler.

 As she parked her 4-runner in the gated section for the wrestlers, the
reality of what she was about to encounter was starting to hit her. She
walked to the back door of her truck to grab her bag. Placing the dressing
room pass around her neck, she proceeded to the wrestler entrance. A man in a
yellow jacket was at the door with a clipboard. "Hi…and you are"? " I'm
Michelle". "Michelle?"…As he scrolled down the list. "Oh…. I'm sorry"…Shelly
The Bod". He found her name, and wished me luck in my first match at Wowtown.
He directed her towards her dressing room, listening to her black platform
thongs slap her perfectly pedicured feet as she headed towards her dressing
room.

As she approached her dressing room, she couldn't help but get excited
looking at her name on the door. That's when it hit her, ". I'm about to
become what I've always dreamed of." she entered the room and placed her bag
on the couch, and sat in front of the mirror, and just stared at herself.
After about 5 minutes, she grabbed her bag and started to empty it out. She
then placed a make-up kit on the counter, and a bottle of baby oil. She then
took out a can of glitter and set it next to her make-up. Then she laid her
attire out on the couch, and gave herself one last look before changing. She
stood in front of the mirror, and couldn't help but think about how ready she
was for this. She slid her thongs off her feet, and slid off her straight
legged, blue jeans. She then just stood there in her white, skintight
halter-top, and pink thong-bikini panties. She then reached for her attire
for the match…an icy pink mono-kini thong. She then disrobed, completely
naked, and slid on her wrestling attire. She then began to tape her wrists
and ankles. She then heard a knock on the door…"10 minutes Shelly".

Her nerves started right back up again, bigger than ever. She then put  
"wonder woman style" bands that matched her mono-kini over her taped wrists
and ankles, and started curling a ten-pound dumbbell. She then did a few
push-ups and sit-ups until her muscles were about to burst right out of her
skin. As she stood in front of the mirror applying a thin layer of baby oil,
she was reminded of her friends telling her how muscular she was getting.
They figured a few more months, and she'd be buffer than Chyna . As she sat
there and stared at herself, it occurred to her that the last four years of
lifting weights and running five miles a day have definently paid off. She
then sprayed a light coat of glitter all over her muscular body.  After she
put on light make-up, she took a deep breath, and put on her matching silk
high cut, long sleeved robe. She then slid on a pair of black and pink thongs
she had bought just so she could wear to the ring. She loved the way they
looked with her ice pink colored toe nails." I'm finally ready," she said to
herself as she left her dressing room, and headed towards the arena.

On the way , the promoter, Jack Cestone , approached her smiling.
"Shelly…you look fantastic. You're going to be a star very quick if you
decide to stay. "  "A couple of things…first off, there's been a change in
your match." "Instead of Gina Alvarado, you're going to wrestle Cheryl Rusa."
"She's half my size ", she told him. "Not many girls are five eleven like you
Shelly"…he chuckled.  "But keep this in mind, she's a veteran." "You really
need to be careful". "She's dangerous." "There's no way a girl under five
feet tall is going to get over on me Mr. Cestone." "Just be careful in that
ring tonight." " And do me a favor Shelly, when they announce your name in
the ring, why don't you flex your awsome biceps for the t.v. audience."
"They'll eat it up."He then introduced her to a man standing next to him.
"This is Mitch"…"He's a top photographer for Women's Wrestling Illustrated."
"Do you mind if he gets a few pictures of you before you go on?" "Not at
all". She then opened her robe, and pulled it back, placing her hands on her
hips, smiling. "Wow!"…"You are really put together". "You obviously spend
many hours in the gym". "And you have arguably the most beautiful face I have
ever seen." "What nationality are you"…as he started snapping pictures. "I'm
mostly Mexican and Arab, among other things, but I was born and raised in
Newport Beach"…she said as she smiled for the camera."Ahhhh, a rich
well-to-do barefooted beach gal, huh?"Mitch chuckled as he continued to snap
pictures of the young bombshell.  "Well, that's it". "These will be in the
next issue." I'll save you a copy". She thanked him then proceeded to the
arena.

She received her cue, and then proceeded to the ring. Walking down the isle,
she felt like she was in an ocean of whistles'. She climbed the steps, and
slid through the ropes. She smiled and waived to the adoring crowd. Through
all the flash bulbs, and t.v. cameras , she barely noticed Cheryl enter the
ring. Shelly was impressed with Cheryl's skills playing the heal. Shelly slid
off her thongs and disrobed. The crowd showed their approval of her awsome
physique and gorgeous face. Maybe it was the atmosphere that had gotten to
her, but she couldn't resist a little teasing. She turned her back towards
the crowd, and gave them a wink, while giving a slap to her perfectly shaped
butt.as the lights darkened, she focused on the ring announcer while pacing
in her corner. "In this corner, from Newport Beach California, standing five
feet, eleven inches…weighing one hundred and seventy pounds, the Barefoot
Contessa , "Shelly the Bod!" Shelly saw the television camera focusing on
her, so she flexed her biceps, and blew a kiss to the audience watching. He
then gave Cheryl her intro, and then the ring cleared out. Shelly then shook
her arms out, and then focused on her opponent.

As the bell rang, Shelly rushed to center ring, and got in position to lock
up with Cheryl. As their arms met, Cheryl quickly reached her hands to
Shelly's face, and raked her eyes.  All Shelly could do was scream and cover
her face. Shelly then felt a thundering punch land right in her midsection,
knocking the air completely out of her. As she then hunched over still
covering her face, she felt a doubled up fist strike her right between her
shoulder blades, dropping her forward flat on the mat. Shelly was completely
delirious at that point as she listened to Cheryl yell out bragging to the
crowd. Shelly then rolled on her back, and tried to open her eyes. All she
could see was one big bright blur. She then felt Cheryl grab her hair, and
pull her to her feet. Cheryl pulled Shelly to the ropes, and placed her
throat over the top rope, and pulled the back of her neck down choking her.
Shelly vaguely heard the ref start counting, but it still felt like an
eternity until Cheryl released the hold. Shelly continued to dangle from the
top rope, when all of a sudden Cheryl pulled the rope, sling-shotting Shelly
backwards to center ring, landing flat on her back. Shelly just laid there
arching her back, gasping for air. Cheryl then sat behind her, and got Shelly
in a chokehold. Shelly then grabbed Cheryl's forearm to try and relieve the
pressure, but the hold was too strong. All she could do was kick her legs
violently, as the ref continued to count. "Whats the matter muscles", Cheryl
taunted. "Barbells don't hit back, do they bitch"!

Cheryl then stood behind her as Shelly sat in the center of the ring. Shelly
turned to her side, and tried to somehow get to her bare feet. But as soon as
she tried, Cheryl drove her boot right in the small of Shelly's back. At this
point , Shelly was totally out. She just wanted the match to end, but Cheryl
was relentless. Cheryl then lifted Shelly to her feet, and scooped the
newcomer over her shoulder. She paraded the battered Shelly around the ring
like a trophy, taunting the crowd. She then slammed her to the mat. At that
point, every bone in Shelly's body felt as if they were about to explode.
Cheryl followed up her attack with a full body splash right on top of Shelly,
knocking what little air she had, right out of her body. Shelly then heard
the most relieving sound of the match, as the ref slammed his hand to the
mat, beginning to count her out. Just before he reached the third count,
Cheryl pulled Shelly up by her hair, lifting her shoulders off the mat. " No,
no no"…"she's not done yet". A totally defeated Shelly just lay there with
wide eyes wide open and glazed. Her aching body lay there limp. She was once
again pulled to her feet by her hair, and Cheryl drove her forearm across
Shelly's jaw, dropping her flat, half conscience to the mat. Cheryl continued
to parade around the ring, bragging how easy this match was for her. She
grabbed Shelly's hair again, and held her face up in front of the t.v. camera
, taunting the people watching at home. "IS THIS THE BEST YOU HAVE HERE!"    
"SHE'S WEAK"…"SHE DOESN'T BELONG IN THE SAME ARENA WITH ME"!  She continued
to shout into the camera, and then slapped her entire hand flush across
Shelly's gorgeous face, dropping her to the mat once again.

Cheryl then grabbed her ankles, dragging Shelly to center ring on her
stomach. Next thing Shelly knew, she was being turned over on her back, as
she lay limp. At that point, Shelly was so out of it, she thought the match
was over. Then out of nowhere she looked up, and saw Cheryl flying through
the air just before she landed on top of Shelly's entire body. At that point,
Shelly temporarily blacked out. The next thing she knew, the ref was raising
Cheryl's hand in the center of the ring. As Shelly rolled upward sitting on
the mat, she was completely dizzy noticing Cheryl celebrate through blurred
vision. The crowd showered the arena with boos as Shelly slowly got to her
feet, barely holding herself up by the top rope. She stood there drenched in
sweat, as she ran her fingers through her hair pulling it out of her face.
Standing there for a few seconds with her head down in disgust, she listed as
the announcement rang throughout the arena."The winner, in spectacular
fashion, The Mighty Mite, Cheryl Rusa" Almost immediately after the
announcement, Cheryl grabbed Shelly's hair, and dragged her across the ring
throwing her over the top rope. Luckily, Shelly fell to the ground forward,
so she was able to brace the fall. The insult that was added to injury only
angered Shelly even more, but yet she was much too weak to respond. All the
barefooted beauty could do was pick herself up once again and re-gather her
thoughts on a future in professional wrestling. She once again rose to her
feet, and began to exit the arena.

 
 Mitch continued to snap pictures as Shelly slowly walked towards her
dressing room. He was getting so excited as she got closer to him. Every
muscle on her torso was perfectly defined through the ultra thin wrestling
attire she was wearing. And no one could help but notice her huge nipples
just barely unable to pierce through her tights. She leaned her head back as
she rubbed the back of her neck with her right hand. As she walked past
Mitch, she looked at him and gave him a smile that could light up the darkest
forrest.  Mitch smiled back, and Shelly winked at him, almost giving him the
impression that she may have threw the match. But just as soon, he realized
that she may have been beaten, but she was far from defeated. The world of
women's professional wrestling was about to be taken by storm by this young
grappler.