The morning after her match, Holly laid in bed thinking about the night before. She was sore over every inch of her body. Even her hair hurt. Her legs felt like rubber and her arms lay heavy on her blanket like they weren't even a part of her. She went over every second of the night.
Hey all - this is part two of a series I'm writing about Riot Girls Wrestling and our jobber/face hero Holly Walker. This follows up on characters we met in Holly Walker vs Chantelle LaBelle which I already posted. Let me know what you think!
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After the match she and Sheila helped each other limp out of the arena to a cacophony of jeers and cheers. Sheila held her shirt in one hand and aided Holly while Holly, bent to support Sheila, padded slowly in her bare feet and bikini. They looked about as pathetic as two could after a bout. Paul was nowhere to be seen but Holly's bar regulars and coworkers were still there, though not really showing the enthusiasm they had before. Now it was more like pity for the girl who got her ass kicked and won by mistake.
She reached the staging area where Sheila assured her she was fine and limped off. Holly watched her go into a different room and nodded to the man in the headset who was busy prepping the next match. He just shot a quick smile before returning his attention to the unseen voice in his ear. Darren, the sleazy promoter, jogged up to her just before she reached her dressing room and touched her elbow.
"Mary, Mary, Mary -that was AWESOME! You are the best jobber I've ever seen. I mean, you got your ass kicked like a pro, baby. Have you done this before? That shit was hot!"
"It's Holly. And I don't know what a jobber is? But if it means winner who gets the winners purse, then that's what I am. Also, no and gross."
"Holly. Right. Sorry. Look - I'm gonna give you half and Chantelle half because she might kill me otherwise, but I want you back. Join the league and leave whatever shit job made you think this was quick cash and do it yesterday. Do it the day before yesterday. You were born for this baby."
He held out 10 wrinkly 100 dollar bills. Holly took the cash, still standing barefoot in her bikini in the light cast out from the dressing room.
"I'll think about it."
She went in and the folding chair was gone, but her backpack and stuff was still in the corner. She took a minute to lean against the wall and catch her breath. She stuffed the cash in the her purse and walked over to the sink, her bare feet sticking to the floor, turned the cold water on and splashed her face. Her bare belly pushed into the cold counter top but the cold water felt good. She straightened back up with eyes closed and the water still running and felt around for a paper towel to dry her face when her searching hand was grabbed and wrenched behind her back, bending her over the sink and mashing her face against the mirror. Her boobs thrust into the running water and her belly splayed over the counter. She half opened her eyes, blinded by the water in her eye and her baby fat cheek mushed against the glass, to see Chantelle behind her.
"I don't know if you planned this or if that bitch Laika put you up to it, but you're just as dead as that big Latina bitch! I don't give a fuck!"
"Whoa. First, I don't even know a Laika and second, I was planning on never doing this again. I just got my fat ass kicked around by a tiny, younger, prettier girl in front of a bunch of redneck assholes and their kids. You gave me a wedgie in front of my ex. I smelled your fucking pussy. I've never been so humiliated and honestly, if I didn't get a thousand bucks out of this, I'd leave the state because i don't think I'd be able to ever face my coworkers again. Actually, I'm still not sure I can. Now get the fuck off me!"
Chantelle was a little shocked at how forceful this girl was. Maybe there was a little more to this jobber than she thought. She let her go and stepped back as Holly turned, rubbing her wrist. Chantelle threw a couple c-fold napkins at Holly who awkwardly caught them against her wet bikini top. She pressed them to her face.
"Prettier, huh. Yeah you're probably right, but you're not so bad yourself." Chantelle said, arms crossed and head cocked to the side.
Holly smiled, drying her chest and belly. "Yeah well, if by not so bad you mean completely pathetic? Then yeah, not SO bad." She pushed her hair back behind her ears and shifted on her feet.
Chantelle's gears started turning as she saw this pretty girl looking for a way out of whatever she was in. She knew tonight was a smash. Her feeds were already blowing up with mentions. Real deal wrestlers were talking about the buzz around the "excellent drama" and "incredible performances" of Chantelle and this otherwise unheard of jobber and video wasn't even out yet. Pics were flying around though and buzz was growing. Small and fit phenom kicks big girl's ass and loses in the last second after interference from another wrestler. This was making waves for herself and for Riot Girl Wrestling. Plus she owed this girl one.
"Tell you what, hon. You want in on this life, I'll train you to fight. I owe you that at least for the wedgie. You just have to keep it a secret. I need you to keep taking falls and get your licks. Then when the time comes, I'll use you to get back at Laika for tonight. Also, I dumped Paul. He seems like a piece of shit for how he acted tonight. He was shit in the sack anyway."
Holly leaned back against the edge of the counter, once again spreading her soft ass and hips out and over onto the countertop. She remembered she had a grand in her bag that she made in about 15 minutes. She remembered the feeling of excitement when she walked out and those fans wanted high fives. She remembered the feeling of her arm up in the air after her win. She conveniently forgot about feeling humiliated under the ass and subsequent boot of this girl in front of her.
"You got yourself a deal, girl. And yeah, I could have told you about Paul" she said, extending her pinky finger. Both girls burst into a fit of laughter.
She got out of bed and limped over to her bathroom. When she finished she sat on the edge of the bed that doubled as her desk / kitchen table and turned on her laptop that doubled as her TV. She rubbed her eyes as the aging machine whirred into action, clicking and popping like an old television. A tabby cat hopped up the desk and protested his empty food bowl.
She opened up Facebook and her jaw about hit the floor. She had hundreds of notifications. Picture tags, friend requests, everything. She was shocked, embarrassed and not at all ready for that. She slapped her computer shut and sat still. What had she gotten herself into. Everyone she knew now knew everything that happened last night. Plus a few hundred strangers who now wanted access to her personal life. She opened her laptop back up intending to change the security settings but saw that Paul had tagged her in 15 photos. The top shot, already at 54 likes, was Chantelle on the turnbuckle with her arms up and Holly out of focus on her back in the background. She opened the album and her heart began to race again. Every shot had Chantelle smiling and in control. Holly's out of shape body seemed like a prop for showing off the fine physique of this beautiful black girl. But she noticed that a lot of the shots focused on her too. Granted it's a bit embarrassing seeing her pained face as Chantelle grabbed her hair, but she was the star of a lot of these.
She opened her other photo notifications and saw that a lot of the photos seemed to focus on her. One from some guy who seemed to be a pro at this, showed her splayed out in the corner (had she even gotten out of there?) with Chantelle's boot between her boobs and she felt a slight excitement. She was getting her ass beat, but she looked damn good doing it! The comments on the photos were kind of creepy, but most were positive. A few "fatty" comments here and there, but the majority were about her being a great jobber.
That word again.
She opened another tab and googled "what is a jobber."
She read well into the morning about past jobbers, the best women's wrestlers and a whole lot more. There was a whole world of information out there just on the people who LOSE the match let alone win. She closed her laptop again. Her adoring Facebook fan base would have to wait.
She stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. She slept in old thong undies and an old wife beater that exposed the bottom of her belly but made her boobs look great. She put a leg up on the bed and jiggled her thigh but rather than feeling bad about herself, she felt empowered. After seeing herself in those photos and seeing the reaction to it, she realized that guys thought it was sexy and not only that, she did too - she looked good! Her phone, buried in her bed sheets, buzzed. It was a text from Chantelle.
"How u feelin? Take sum days 2 recoup n let's meet at the gym 2 train. Get workout gear. I'll pin u the location"
Holly felt alive in a different way than she had in a long time. She hadn't had something to look forward to that was all hers in forever. It was always some dude or a vacation or something short term and usually short lived, but this was a tangible life change. Something that would alter her trajectory irrevocably, empower her physically and psychologically and get her out of what she was in. But before all that, she needed to get some workout clothes.
At the Target in the big box store neighborhood, she flicked through the racks of gym clothes. Yoga pants seemed to be the trend, but she didn't want to wear something that she wouldn't be wearing in the ring as skimpy two pieces seemed like the costume of choice. She grabbed some boy shorts and some sports bras and headed toward the dressing rooms.
Inside the room she snapped selfies in her maybe new gear. Pink boy shorts and a pink top seemed too girly, but then he remembered that Chantelle had said fans wanted to see a girly girl jobber. Something wholesome and forthright and attainable that lost, but never gave up hope. She needed to appear like she wanted to win, and always tried, but fell short to a more powerful or exotic opponent.
She put her clothes back on and left all the clothes but the pink top and bottom in a heap on the bench and walked over to the bathing suit section. She knew exactly what she wanted when she grabbed the American flag bikini.
Her soft belly and its deep navel protruded in a soft wave above her bikini bottom. Her bright white hips muffin topped over the sides. She turned and looked at her ass, thick and round, and shook it jiggling all the meat in her midsection. Turning back around she adjusted her milky white boobs, which were nearly spilling out, and smiled. This is exactly what they want to see, she thought. A good ol' girl getting stomped by some and dropping the stars and bars on others.
This would do just fine.
2 days later she had quit her job at the bar, having saved enough by a major absence of romantic encounters (Paul not included) and a frugalness hammered into her from childhood to pay rent and bills for 6 months without touching any possible profits from her new venture into wrestling.
On the bus on the way to the boxing gym that Chantelle had sent her, Holly tightly gripped her backpack in excitement. She was wearing jean shorts and a faded black tee over her new workout duds and the feeling of it tight against her skin gave her a rush that electrified her to her core. She had butterflies in her stomach prickly nervous sweats in her armpits and chest when she pulled the chain for her stop. She walked the 3 blocks to where the gym was supposed to be but couldn't believe this was the place. The neighborhood was sketchy and the building looked like a factory that had been hit by a bomb about 10 years before. She walked up to the paint chipped metal door and pushed it open and was hit by the bitter and almost powdery scent of mats, cleanser and sweat. She pushed the door the rest of the way open to see at least a dozen girls in various states of exercise, 3 boxing rings and a number of different exercise machines, weight benches, ellipticals and all other manner of device. The door closed behind her causing her to jump and let her bag slide off her shoulder. She hoisted it back up and walked in. As she made her way through she caught a couple girl's glances, but most continued with their exercises. She saw Chantelle in the 3rd ring locked up with an athletic looking brunette covered in tattoos. Chantelle had on a blue sports bra and boy shorts. The girl she was sparring with had on matching gray Adidas shorts and sports bra. The tattooed girl was thinner than Chantelle and seemed really sure of herself. Holly dropped her bag at the ring apron and watched them spar.
The two were locked together for a second before Tattoos had Chantelle in a hammerlock. This shocked Holly because she didn't assume Chantelle did much in the way of losing. Chantelle was bent now and her belly crested her electric blue shorts showing Holly the first sign she's seen that she was even human. Her thighs and ass, looking like a ham sealed in blue spandex, jiggled like jello as she worked at the smaller girls arm lock, side stepping in a slow circle. Then, with a single fluid maneuver, Tattoos slammed Chantelle to her back releasing a pained umph from Chantelle, but both girls were still working as Tattoos held onto Chantelle's head, her back now turned to Holly. Chantelle's thick legs had initially splayed and bounced from the toss, but now her white athletic sock and sneakered feet seemed to be angling for leverage, trying to take some of the pressure off her neck. Finding some, Holly saw Chantelle's arm shoot out from the other side of Tattoo and press her chin back with her forearm while Chantelle turned her, breaking the hold and applying one of her own.
Now it was Tattoo's turn to suffer in a headlock. Chantelle, using her weight and strength advantage, poured on the pressure while the smaller girl struggled beneath her. Her arms, covered in colorful sleeves of ink, were pinned down, leaving her little to do but try to kick out which seemed fruitless. Her pale white legs, both featuring numerous tattoos, kicked about uselessly until they began to show signs of slowing down. Holly could tell she was weakening when Chantelle let her out. Chantelle let her head of jet black hair drop to the mat as the girl lay panting.
"If you turned me right after that toss you had me dead to rights. You could have twisted your hips and left me out cold in 10 seconds, basically what I turned on you" Chantelle said, breathing heavily and leaning on one arm over the prone girl.
"Yeah I thought I had it in the angle of the throw but you're heavier than you look" Tattoo breathily said. She was still panting heavily from the effort.
"Fuck you bitch" Chantelle laughed and playfully slapped the girls belly. "Let's take 5. I'm expecting someone."
Chantelle got up and saw Holly at the ring apron. Blonde hair piled in a messy bun on the top of her head. The black tee was off one shoulder and revealed the pink strap of her singlette. She tugged it back up.
"There you are. The jobber who won. Betty, come over here. I want you to meet the bitch that bested me."
The tattooed girl, Betty, sauntered over. She had a Betty Page haircut and was stunningly beautiful. She had fierce blue eyes, a perfectly straight and proportioned nose and full red lips. She was busty, but had an athletic build with a thin midsection and strong thighs. Every part of her body except her face had tattoos somewhere. Even on her neck was a Betty tattoo in a stylized script.
"Ha! I saw pics. Shit. That's fuckin embarrassing Chan, ha ha" she laughed. "So you're gonna be a riot girl wrestler, huh. And you've already got a W under your belt. Shit, you'll be a Sayadina soon!"
Holly could tell the girl was just busting her chops, but she couldn't just let her walk all over her. Also, what the hell was a Sayadina?
"Well I might have to beat a couple other bitches along the way, Betty was it? Like Paige? Wasn't she some porn actress?"
The smile left Betty immediately. Who was this freshman 15 looking twat coming in here talking shit.
"You're here to train? Come on in. Let me show you a thing or two."
Holly looked nervously at Chantelle who just shrugged. "You want to talk that talk? Gonna have to walk it too." She sat on a small stool in the corner and took a long swig of water from a bottle.
Holly looked back at Betty who was now in the center of the ring stretching her shoulders. "I said get your fat ass in here so I can whip you into shape, fish."
Holly dropped her bag. This skinny little twerp just got her ass handed to her by the same girl that crushed Holly. She wasn't unbeatable. Holly threw the top at her bag and tried stepping out of the jean shorts, getting them stick on her clunky cross trainers. Her belly rolled over, hopping on one foot trying to pull her shorts off, she fell backwards onto her ass. She looked up and Betty had her head cocked and a "seriously?" expression on her face. Chantelle just laughed and shook her head.
She finally got them off and stepped into the ring with Betty and they began circling. Betty struck first, sliding in for a single leg shot, pulling Holly off balance and dropping the bigger girl on back on her ass. The mat of this ring was harder than the mat she had wrestled Chantelle on and as she crashed down her whole body bounced and shook. Betty, still holding Holly by her leg, put her foot on her crotch and twisted her ankle. Holly howled in protest as the thinner girl laughed, digging her heel into the soft space below her pussy her and twisting her ankle more. Holly's soft white thigh jiggled as she stamped her other foot. Betty then twisted Holly onto her stomach and sat on her, pulling the leg back.
"This is a nice little cushion you have back here" Betty taunted.
"Argh, fuck you! Oww!" Holly shouted as Betty yanked her leg further.
Betty dropped Holly's leg back to the mat and stood up, stepping over the now curled up blonde.
"You've got your work cut out for you Chan. This girl is a mess" said Betty walking over to the corner Chantelle was in. Chantelle, for her part, stayed quiet and smiled.
Holly, meanwhile, got up to her hands and knees and crawled over to Betty whose back was now to her and delivered a vicious low blow. Betty, completely unaware, grabbed her crotch and collapsed to the mat in a heap. Holly, strengthened by her first successful attack, grabbed the girl by her ankles and dragged her back to the center of the ring, dropped her legs to the mat and dropped an elbow on her soft, exposed belly. The tattooed girl was dazed and curled up, holding her stomach. Holly seeing an opportunity, sat facing the smaller girl and pulled her head into her creamy white thighs and squeezed. The fat on her legs added a soft pressure to Betty's head, squishing her cheeks as her eyes bulged with the realization of what was happening. This pudgy jobber was winning! She looked up across the belly rolls and big jiggling tits of Holly into her soft green eyes.
"This would make a pretty sweet pin-up huh? Also, wasn't Betty usually the one winning?" Holly derisively asked with a smirk.
Betty only grunted as she struggled to escape from Holly's thick thighs. Her strength was flagging and she knew she needed to get out of this now or she'd be the laughing stock of the gym. She focused her mind and remembered her training. Using all of her strength she jabbed her thumb into the veiny backside of Holly's knee, causing the girl to yelp and release the hold. Holly, legs spread now and arms back left her whole midsection exposed and Betty used the most available weapon she had to attack it, head butting Holly's stomach just above her crotch. The unexpected blow shocked Holly and she curled up in pain. Betty, still lagging a bit, sat on her haunches and took a deep breath.
A crowd of the other girls in the gym had gathered now and were watching the match. Betty had only wrestled 2 pro matches so far, a win and a loss, and so was still untested in the eyes of many of the vets watching now. She stood up and grabbed Holly by the hair and pulled her to her knees. Holly again went for a low blow but Betty knew better by now and Holly's hand crunched into a knee before it could find its target.
"You only get one, girly" said Betty as Holly held her hurting hand. She walked behind the big blonde and expertly executed a reverse head scissor from behind. The move was flashy but she wanted to show her chops to the veteran wrestlers watching. Holly, still sitting, grasped at Betty's calves and tried pulling them apart and couldn't break the hold. Her legs stamped as her efforts were frustrated by the smaller but stronger girl. Now it was Holly's turn to grow weaker as the hold wore her down. Her belly and chest glistened with sweat from her effort and her workout clothes were soaking wet. Her arms dropped to her thighs and she felt herself starting to fade when she remembered what Betty had just done to her. Mustering her strength, she grabbed at one of the tattooed legs around her head and dug into the soft spot behind the knee.
"Ah you bitch!" shouted Betty as she reflexively released the hold. Holly fell to her side, a sweaty heaving mess. Her blonde hair was a sweaty nest with the small red rubber band that has held her bun in place clinging to a little more than a knot. Her pudgy belly expanded with deep breaths as her legs splayed out. Betty stepped over Holly and kicked her to put her on her back, sending her arms and legs sailing and leaving her spread eagle. Betty thought that was it. This girl was untrained, out of shape and had no experience so she went for a simple cross body pin. She laid on her, pushed her face over and slapped the mat but before she hit three, the blonde kicked out. Betty sat back with Holly still laying on her back but the pin attempt had given her some necessary time to breathe and she rolled over onto her side and up onto her hands and knees. Betty couldn't resist the convex curve of Holly's soft belly and gave her a sharp kick that sent the blonde tumbling back again. She rolled over to the ropes, holding her aching belly. Betty followed the rolling girl and pushed her out of the ring with her foot. If this girl wanted to learn how to wrestle, she was going to get a big lesson today.
The girls who had gathered to watch these two rookies moved back to let the match carry on. It took Holly a moment to realize what had happened. She was laying on her sweating back, knees bent and looking up at the high ceiling of the warehouse style gym. What was she thinking getting into it with another girl and this time nobody was getting paid. She was banged up all over and this group of women were watching her as she flipped around on the floor in little more than her underwear. As all this was rushing through her mind, she looked up to see Betty leaping down elbow first at her and, her senses returning, rolled out of the way just in time. The high risk maneuver resulted in Betty hitting the thin floor mat with none of the human cushion she was expecting and the impact left her crumpled on the floor. Holly pulled herself to her feet, bits of dust and dirt stuck to her sweaty back and thighs and staggered a bit, resting on the side of the ring. Betty was still laying on the floor as Holly moved over to her, grabbing her by her pin-up perfect hair and throwing her toward the ring steps. Betty crashed into them with a loud bang and tumbled down the two steps, lying dazed at their foot, tattooed arms and legs splayed everywhere. Holly stalked over, gaining her strength with every step, and picked the girl up by the hair again. Betty was still punch drunk and Holly could see it in her face as she sent her knee into the exposed belly of the other girl. This sent Betty backwards into the side of the ring, bent and holding her midsection. Holly the pulled her back up by the hair and threw and punch toward Betty's face but the smaller girl threw up a block and sent one of her own back, hitting Holly right on the chin. The punch rattled her and knocked her back into the low stairs, dazed and shaking her blonde hair. Betty moved quickly now and threw 3 punches in quick succession into the creamy soft center of Holly. The bigger girl who was basically sitting on the steps had no idea what was coming and didn't even attempt to block the attack as the blows landed on her belly and breasts. Now it was Holly's turn to roll off the steps and lay sprawled at the foot of the stair. Betty stepped back and took a deep breath and watched Holly lying there, one leg invitingly left on the last step. Betty grabbed the blondes long white leg and kicked the back of her thigh. Holly shouted in pain as Betty laid 3 more kicks in before throwing her leg to the side, twisting the big pale blonde's fleshy body. Holly's strength was sapped and she just laid on the floor now, unable to rouse herself. She knew she was in trouble, but the pain from all of these blows was radiating and left her basically paralyzed. Betty stepped over her prone body and grabbed her by the hair, this time shoving her over the ring apron and back into the ring. Holly rolled over onto her back, arms and legs spread wide. Betty climbed in after her and confidently went for another pin and was again shocked that the blonde girl kicked out. What was with this bitch? She was still as limp as a wet noodle but refused to just give up. Betty sat back and looked down at the mound of Holly's exposed belly, shining with perspiration and gripped it, digging her nails into the soft flesh. The move woke Holly up, causing her to stomp her legs and slap the mat before the athletic pin-up released her. Holly rolled onto her side, massaging the soft fold of her belly. From Betty's perspective, this big girl's curves were all invitations for attack. Her love handles, raised out from her short pink shorts, ached for her fists. The jiggling, cellulite ass begged to be dropped hard on the mat. Her soft meaty arms waiting to be twisted and stretched - but still she wouldn't give up. Betty needed to just knock her out and so pulled her up into a sitting position. Holly's arms hung limp at her sides. Her big veiny breasts heaved atop her rolled stomach. Her face was the look of defeat - hair a mess, head back, eyes rolling, mouth parted - Betty's colorful arm slid across Holly's throat and began to squeeze. Holly quickly realized what was happening and started flailing, but the fight had left her drained and weak. She clawed at the girl's arm but was unable to break the hold. She was going to be knocked out! A warm sensation courses through her body and fuzziness was starting to creep into her field of vision. Her eyes began to flutter. She knew it was almost over and in desperation threw her elbow back and landed it deep into Betty's side. As Betty released the hold Holly slammed her head back right into Betty's chin, rocking the smaller girl. Both girls fell now in opposite directions so they were lying head to toe, both girls dazed. Betty learned about her glass jaw in the match she lost so this blow left her rattled - she was having trouble clearing her head. Holly knew she'd escaped that hold, but the effort it took just about left her spent. Betty slowly stood up behind her and again grabbed her by the hair. Holly groggily obeyed and slowly got to her feet before she was flung into the turnbuckle, crashing back first into corner, arms limp over the top rope. This was Betty's coup de grace and she was putting everything she had left into this last blow. Holly felt the ring shaking with the impact of Betty running across it and just as she was about to brace for impact, Holly lifted her knee and drove it right into Betty's unsuspecting belly. The pin-up girl collided mid air with the knee that felt like it had moved her insides around. She was doubled over and staggering backwards, holding her midsection as the pain spread through her body. Holly, seeing her last opportunity, pushed herself out of the corner and grabbed Betty around her hips and lifted her up for a piledriver which she delivered with the last of her strength. Betty had no idea what was happening as her head found itself between Holly's hot, sweating thighs. Then she felt herself being flipped upside down, her legs sailing through the air. The last thing she remembered was the start of her short descent to the mat. She crashed down between the legs of Holly and was out cold instantly, her tattooed arms draped over Holly's voluminous thighs and her head resting peacefully just below Holly's sweaty boy shorts. Holly, for her part, was laying on her back, spread eagle and gasping for air. She could feel Betty on her and not moving. She pushed herself up onto her elbow and looked down at the unconscious girl. She slid herself out from underneath Betty and rolled her onto her back. She pulled the rubber band out of her hair as she rested on her haunches, looking at the pretty tattooed girl on her back, her black hair and cropped bangs somehow perfectly in place and her soft lips parted, breathing softly. Holly placed her hand on Betty's face and gently pushed it to the side. She tapped the mat 3 times as the women outside the ring clapped and whistled and shouted. She looked over at Chantelle who was smiling and slowly clapping.
"That makes me 2 and 0 now, right?" Holly said smiling between deep breaths.
"Watch yourself now" Chantelle joked. "You won but it was luck and some dirty tactics that did it. That played out as Betty winning any other way. But still, that was pretty good." Holly looked at the other women standing around the ring and saw nods of approval and smiles. She stood up and walked over to her bag on the side of the ring and got out a bottle of water and took a long drink. She held the cool bottle to her neck and looked over at Betty, still out cold. Holly walked over and rolled the cold bottle against Betty's smooth cheek and roused the defeated girl.
Her hand went to her head. "What the hell happened" she groggily croaked from her back.
"You just got your pretty little ass handed to you by a rookie, rookie" smiled Chantelle.
"Ugh. I demand a rematch. In a week when my head clears. Jesus girl, where did that piledriver come from?" Betty sat up and rubbed her neck, Holly offered her hand to help her stand up.
"I just saw an opportunity and took it" said Holly. That was the second great opportunity she had taken recently, she thought.
