The Price of Fame: Adult Film Legend vs. Hungry Young Rookie Pt. 2
By Supporturgoddess
Mike had grown up idolizing Allison, a dark haired adult film star who specialized in wrestling. When he learned she would be attempting a comeback in a match held before a live audience, he had to be there. He only hoped to meet his idol and get her autograph. He never dreamed he would be chosen from out of the audience to referee the match! Mike’s dream had become a nightmare. Allison’s opponent, rival, and bitter enemy, Darcy, a beautiful redhead half Allison’s age, lay on top Allison, holding her to the mats head-to-toe in as clear a pin as humanly possible, and yet Mike didn’t count. How could he count his dream girl out? Allison, in a black two-piece swimsuit, fought to get her shoulders up with all she had, but Darcy, the young redhead in a bright blue bikini, had more. The crowd booed. Mike searched for any inch of Allison’s body rising off the mats, any excuse to stop the count, but he found none. Darcy had her. 1, 2, 3!
The crowd cheered. Darcy rolled off and looked around with a very wide, girlish smile. Mike looked down and saw both anger and emotional pain in Allison’s big, brown eyes. She looked up at him as though he was a traitor. He felt like one. Still, this was only one pin in a most-falls match, and the match wasn’t half over. His hero and dream girl could still win. She would mount the kind of incredible comeback he’d seen her achieve in her old films and videos. She would win. She had to!
Mike didn’t know that Allison’s life and career were in shambles. Her only real fame came from the legendary feud she’d had with a much more famous actress named Claire, a feud Allison had lost and lost badly. That feud ended a long time ago. Allison’s offers dried up. Her bank account followed. Allison was a breath away from being homeless. A last chance at fame was her only hope. She’d gambled everything. It was all or nothing!
Allison’s young rival, Darcy, had tricked her way onto a set where a women wrestling production was underway. She had no training or skills. She knew this would be her best, possibly her only chance to be a star. With only one contract available, the producers decided to let the former legend and the hungry wannabe fight for real. The loser would receive a long term contract. The loser would be finished!
Allison rose. The women splashed together in the oil, slipped, and fell. They rolled around struggling desperately. Darcy prevailed. She rolled Allison up. Allison kicked and flailed wildly, but her shoulders were down. Mike put his hand under the uppermost part of Allison’s bare back, hoping to feel her shoulders rise. He felt Allison’s soft, wet skin and trembled. This was the woman he’d always dreamed of. Kicking but helpless, she looked up at him, her big, brown eyes begging for help. He closed his eyes and refused to count the obvious pin. Allison finally kicked out.
Allison and Darcy rolled and wrestled, slipping and sliding all over each other. Suddenly Darcy cried out. She shrieked again and again. Allison had her young rival’s neck twisted. Darcy flailed, but Allison hooked Darcy’s long leg and rolled her onto her shoulders. Mike dove down and quickly counted Darcy out. Allison had tied the match! Allison looked up with a coy, crooked little smile that seemed to say, ‘See? If you give me a little help, I’ll beat her!’ Darcy looked up straight into Mike’s eyes. He saw anger in the young woman’s eyes, but he also saw deep pain. Darcy was almost crying. She knew she wasn’t being given a fair fight. Mike couldn’t understand. He assumed this was just another match for her. She was young. How much could this one match mean to her?
Suddenly Darcy’s expression changed. She wiped back the single tear forming in her eye and marched defiantly up to Mike. “Are you just going to hand her the win? I had her down!”
Mike swallowed hard and lied. “She…had one shoulder up.”
The match resumed. A mad fight broke out. Punches and kicks flew. The big redhead in blue quickly backed the smaller brunette in black into a corner and beat the daylights out of her. Allison took punches to her face and kicks to her body. Darcy spun Allison around and punched her in her face so hard Mike shuddered, sure Allison’s nose was broken. Allison fell on her back with a splash of oil. The crowd cheered wildly. Allison lay spread-eagle, motionless. Darcy put one foot on Allison’s heaving breasts and yelled, “Are her shoulders down now?” The crowd laughed and cheered. Mike had no choice. He counted, 1, 2, 3!
Mike counted as slowly as he could, bringing boos from the crowd. Allison pulled up on the ropes, spitting up oil. Blood and snot ran from her nose. Mike wiped it away. He wasn’t sure she could or should continue.
Genuinely touched by his loyalty and concern for her, Allison gasped, “She’s-- a rookie. No skills. All (spit) I need is--(cough! cough!)--to catch her making one big mistake. If I--can catch her in one big mistake, she’s mine!”
The match went on. Allison started thing off with a cheap shot, raking her fingers across Darcy’s eyes. Darcy retaliated, digging her claws into Allison’s big, brown eyes. Allison screamed and hit the mats, kicking, hands over her face. The ref spun Darcy and warned her. She looked at him with disbelief and contempt. Allison ran up from behind and slammed both fists between Darcy’s shoulder blades, forcing the air from her lungs. Darcy coughed uncontrollably. Allison slung Darcy into a corner and ran in after her. Darcy kicked her foot up, slamming it flat into Allison’s face. Allison fell. Darcy leapt up and stomped one foot deep into Allison’s thin stomach. Allison’s harsh cry frightened Mike! Allison curled up in a ball at Darcy’s feet. Darcy rolled Allison over, pinned her wrists, and then Darcy sat on Allison’s face! The crowd went wild! At first Allison’s feet kicked in shame, but as the punishment continued, they dropped, barely sliding in the oil until they grew still. Darcy had Allison pinned again, but Mike couldn’t let it end like this. He idolized Allison. By now he knew Darcy was undeniably the superior woman in that pit, but he couldn’t let Allison lose under such humiliating circumstances. He pulled Darcy off.
Darcy shouted in a very high-pitched voice. “What are you doing?”
“You… were smothering her. That’s…illegal.”
Half the crowd booed. The other half laughed at the sheer absurdity of Mike’s call. Darcy had a mild tantrum, stamping her feet and splashing oil.
Darcy grabbed Allison’s feet and forced them down over Allison’s own head, folding her into a matchbox pin. Allison flailed pitifully. Darcy thrust Allison’s feet down again and again, bending the older woman’s spine to the breaking point. Something snapped! Allison screamed! Mike dove and quickly counted 1, 2, 3!
Allison arched her back, stomach in the air, one hand behind her on her lower back, writhing in tremendous pain. Mike begged her to let him end the fight. She gasped, “Don’t…you…dare!” Then she peeped, “I’m hurt! You…have to help me. Please?”
Despite boos, Mike gave Allison a comically slow count. Darcy stamped her foot and slapped the ropes in frustration.
Allison bravely plodded forward, straight into Darcy’s clutches. Darcy forced Allison to bend backward, looping one arm around Allison’s throat. Darcy sat down with her prey, wrapping one of her long legs around one of Allison’s legs and forcing it back. This left Allison stretched unnaturally across Darcy’s lap, in a wicked combination of a reverse guillotine and a cross-body wrack. Allison yelled, screamed, and finally cried. Within a minute, she had been reduced to sobs. Allison stretched out her leg, toes reaching for the ropes. Unable to see anything but Darcy’s armpit, Allison was reaching in the wrong place. Suddenly Mike swept his arm across, swiping Allison’s foot and pushing it against the ropes! He immediately forced a break. The crowd almost rioted.
Darcy yanked Allison up by her dark hair and thrust Allison’s head between her milky white thighs. She pulled Allison up until she was upside-down, preparing to drop Allison straight down on her head in a potentially neck-breaking pile driver. Mike grabbed Allison’s feet and pulled her down. Darcy toppled over backward.
Darcy sat up, looking up at Mike with tears in her eyes. “Why are you doing this to me? This fight is even more important to me than it is to her! This might be my only shot at fame! If I lose, I’ll probably never get a second chance! I’ve already beaten her a couple of times, but you won’t let me win! She had her chances. Don’t I deserve even one? Please, I’m begging you. Don’t take this chance away from me!”
Darcy saw Allison rising. Her talk had cost her precious moments, giving Allison time to recover. Darcy charged her rising enemy and ran straight into a brutal kick between her legs. Darcy let out a high-pitched scream and fell. The women lay side by side, their beautiful bodies heaving, gasping for air. They struggled to stand. Allison pinned Darcy’s arm up behind her back, leaned down behind Darcy’s back and bit Darcy’s fingers, viciously.
Darcy screamed, “She’s biting me again! She’s biting me!”
Mike looked to Allison who grinned wickedly, pretending innocence. He told her, “No more biting.”
She let out a deep-throated laugh and winked. “Yeah, sure.”
When Mike returned to see if Darcy wanted to submit, Allison chewed on Darcy’s fingers again. Darcy howled.
Mike swallowed, and forced Allison to break the hold. The crowd roared their approval.
Stunned, Allison whined, “Oh…come on!”
Darcy charged, but the old pro expected it. She kicked her foot deep into the redhead’s stomach and then punched her flat to the mat. Then Allison delivered the most brutal move of the match to this point, hopping up and stomping both feet flat into Darcy’s face! The crowd gasped. Allison grinned up to Mike, stood over her shattered enemy, and then she sat on Darcy’s face. She pulled up Darcy’s big, pink feet up, adding a matchbox pin of her own. 1, 2.…
Mike pulled his hand up. He swallowed and said, “You’re…smothering her. Let her go.”
The crowd brought the house down.
Allison’s jaw dropped. “But, I--I might have her beat!”
Mike pulled Allison off Darcy! Shocked, Allison almost forgot that her enemy lie at her feet. Allison dropped down and hooked Darcy’s legs, rolling her to her shoulders. 1, 2, 3!
Mike started a count on Darcy. He still desperately wanted Allison to win, but the young girl deserved a fair fight.
Gasping for breath, Darcy rose, her eyes silently thanking Mike for finally playing fair. Allison quickly backed Darcy into a corner and yelled, “Let’s see how you like it!” Allison used Darcy as a punching bag. Darcy fell flat on her back, but suddenly yelled, “Oh yeah? Let’s see how YOU like it!” Darcy kicked her foot up straight between Allison’s legs! Allison almost screamed her lungs out. She fell. Allison writhed, hands between her legs. Both women were down. Mike felt he owed them both a very slow count. To his thrill, Allison rose faster. Mike awaited the kind of brilliant finishing move Allison had used in her old videos. Instead, the desperate woman spun young Darcy and choked her over the ropes. Once again, Allison resorted to blatant cheating. Darcy gagged and choked. Mike moved to stop the choke, but Allison rubbed his face with her palm, smearing his face with her blood and tears.
Trembling, Allison gasped. “She…hurt me, bad. I’m hurt inside. If you don’t let me beat her now, I’ll lose. I can’t take anymore. If I lose, I’ll never wrestle again. I’m finished. It’s up to you.”
Darcy’s eyes begged for help. They filled with tears, as Mike backed off to let his dream girl finish her. Darcy flailed, but she couldn’t last. Allison finally had the young woman beat. Allison choked brutally. Darcy fell to her knees, on her way out.
Allison looked back at her greatest fan. She half cried, “Don’t look at me that way! I have to do this! I’m messed up inside. I can’t last! I have to beat her while I can!” Allison went back to choking Darcy out, but she kept looking back at Mike. She saw the disappointment in her greatest fan’s eyes, as she cheated her way to victory. Allison’s eyes searched the heavens. Her expression told everyone she couldn’t believe what she was about to do. Allison suddenly tossed up her hands and backed away, letting Darcy go free! Darcy took a long, desperate breath, falling to the mats. Allison covered her. 1, 2, 3!
Mike had never loved or idolized Allison more than he did at that moment.
Allison fell into a corner, gasping. “Count…her…out! Hurry!”
Mike’s count was fast, but Darcy beat the count. Two devastated, exhausted women plodded together a final time. Fists flew. They fell, rolling in a last body-to-body battle for supremacy. Finally, inevitably, the better body won. Darcy reduced Allison to tears through a series of increasingly painful holds: leg scissors and arm bars, toe holds and clutches. Darcy finally lifted Allison and wrapped her arms around her, squeezing the last drops of fight out of her with a bear hug. Allison’s head rolled on her shoulders and fell back. She let out a low, gurgling, creak of a moan. Then Darcy scooped Allison off her feet and drove her back down across her bent knee in a backbreaker. Allison bounced off Darcy’s knee and lie on her face, arms and legs twisted. She looked like a discarded rag doll. Darcy stood over her, dusting off her hands as if she’d taken out the trash. Darcy used her foot to roll Allison over. She stood over the helpless legend and hiked up her blue bikini bottom, ready to humiliate Allison one last time by ending the match sitting on Allison’s face. Then Darcy looked at Mike and chose instead to simply hook Allison’s legs. She held up Allison’s feet like trophies. 1...2...3. Mike gave Allison a slow count, but it didn’t matter. Allison was out cold. Two men carried her unconscious body to the back.
Darcy beamed, as Mike raised her hand. A star was born. Mike wanted to check on Allison, but a burly bouncer shoved him out of the ring, down a hall, and into a small dressing room. After half an hour, the shows producer, Carter, appeared with papers for Mike to sign.
As Carter left, he tossed Mike a note. “Oh, I forgot. Allison wanted me to give you this.”
Mike read the brief note Allison had written him.
“You think I’m some kind of goddess. I’m nothing but a shit and a liar. I used you. I wanted to win. I saw the way you looked at me in the autograph line. I knew you’d do anything for me. I paid the referee to leave early, knowing someone would suggest using a guy from the audience as referee. I knew I could talk Carter into picking you. I planned the whole thing, so you’d let me cheat if I had to. That young bitch was too tough for me. You let me cheat. I could have won, but I saw the way you looked at me. In the end, I guess I’d rather have one fan who still admires me than a few more matches I’d probably lose, anyway. I’m sorry. I really am. You once thought of me as the best. Try to remember me that way.
Remember me,
Allison.
Mike lurched toward the hall, but Carter stopped him. “She’s long gone, pal. Her time has passed. Let her go.”
A few minutes after Carter left, someone entered the room. Mike spun and saw it was Darcy, her blue bikini visible beneath a white robe.
“I got a note, too. She apologized. She was desperate. I guess I understand. I know it killed you to count her out that last time, but from the looks of you, you were just a kid when she was at her best. You missed that era, and there’s no going back. You can’t live in the past, but you can grab hold of the future. She had her times. These times belong to us. I’m young and hungry. I’ll be better than she ever was. You’ll see.” Darcy stepped back. “Speaking of hunger, I see you’ve been paid. Why don’t you buy me dinner? She shook me up pretty badly, but I feel better now. I could use a loyal fan like you!”
Mike stared at Darcy, speechless.
Darcy winked. “I know you came here tonight afraid Allison might not even remember your name. She’ll never forget it, but by the time I’m done with you tonight, I promise, you won’t remember HER name!”
Darcy swung her arm around Mike’s neck, and they turned out the lights.
