The Forbidden Show: British Girl vs. Texas Girl
By Supporturgoddess
The sun began to set over a small house at the edge of a dusty, dying town in West Texas. A young man leaned against a fence post and sighed. Most young men Brandon’s age were reveling in the last days of spring break. Family loyalty had forced Brandon away from such adventures, to attend his family’s annual reunion. Though he was physically present, his mind was far away.
A shadow covered him. “What’s bothering you, boy?” Brandon’s ninety-nine-year-old great grandfather stood behind him, leaning on a walking cane.
“You shouldn’t be out here so far from the house,” Brandon mumbled.
“Then take me back,” the old man said. “You can tell me your troubles along the way.”
Brandon took the aged man’s arm and walked him back to his home. Brandon had always respected the family patriarch. Brandon had grown up calling his own father “Dad”. Having heard his dad call his own father “Papa” so often, Brandon came to call his grandfather by that term. “Grandpa” was reserved for Brandon’s ancient great grandfather, Cyrus.
The old man smiled. “I guess you’d rather be off getting falling down drunk with your friends, eh?”
“That’s not it at all,” the young man muttered.
“Well then, it must be some kind of girl trouble. Am I right?”
The young man sighed. “You wouldn’t understand.”
“Boy,” the old man asserted, “if I ain’t figured women out at my age, I ain’t going to!”
Brandon said, “I don’t have a problem with a girl. The truth is, I have one girl too many!”
The old man chuckled. “Most boys wouldn’t consider that a problem! Come into my den, boy. There’s something I want to show you.”
Great Grandpa Cyrus’ den was the stuff of legend. It was a magical place from another time, a deeply masculine place decorated with hunting trophies, leather chairs, a polished oak desk, and countless photos and other mementos from lost eras. The heavy scent of pipe tobacco filled the air.
“Have a seat,” the old man said, “and start talking.”
Brandon explained, “I’ve been dating a girl from college. The girl, Phoebe, is cute, and sweet, and smart. She’s hinted--hard--that she wants us to settle down. I decided I’d have one last hurrah, one last spring break, and then I’d go back to Phoebe and propose. I went with my friends to Padre Island, for spring break.”
“Let me guess,” the old man said. “You met another girl.”
Brandon nodded. “She’s from California. She’s not just a girl, Grandpa! She’s perfect! She’s like something out of a dream! I swear, she’s--”
“Yeah, I know. You’re sure there’s never been another girl born who could compare to this beauty.”
“Exactly! I think….I think I’m in love with her. The problem is, Phoebe’s waiting for me back at college. I was going to propose, but now I’m thinking of returning to Padre Island. Olivia had to go back to her own college, but someone must know where she came from. If I can track her down--”
“Whoa, boy! You need to pull back on the reins!” Cyrus rubbed his white beard. “You know, I had to choose between two women once.”
Brandon raised a skeptical eyebrow.
“Don’t look so amazed, boy. I wasn’t always a thousand years old. I was once a young man, like you.”
“What happened?”
The old man sat back behind his desk, to tell the tale.
***
“This happened a long, long time ago,” the old man said. “I was eighteen then, a boy becoming a man. Things were different then. I had a very strict upbringing and had lived a sheltered life. Women were a mystery to me. In that bygone era, men didn’t get to see women in lingerie or bikinis every time they turned on the TV.” The old man chuckled. “’Course, that might be ‘cause nobody had invented the TV yet! No sir. In those days just a glimpse of a woman’s knee or ankle would send young men’s tongues rolling across the floor. Things were different in other ways, too. We knew a level of boredom your generation can’t begin to imagine. I lived on a prairie. Long, hot days gave way to sweltering nights. There wasn’t much to do but to work and watch the clouds roll by.
“Once every few years, however, that changed, at least for some brave--or foolish--men. You see, once every few years, a circus came to town. This was no ordinary circus full of clowns and elephants and whatnot. No sir. This was something else. This circus was more like a burlesque show, complete with strippers and dancing girls! Parents warned their boys not to go near it…or else! All the local girls warned us they would never be seen with any boy caught in the company of such “low” women. My mother called the carnival a “den of inequity”.
“The year I turned eighteen, I was determined to see what I had been forbidden to see! The show wouldn’t come through until late in the summer. Until then, I just had to wait and try to pass the time.
“I passed my free time swimming out at what we called a lake. Actually, it was just a wide bend in a river.
“One day I went to the river, just to beat the oppressive late-July heat. Most of the boys I knew were there, too. We all went there just expecting to pass another day.
“That’s when it happened. A couple of boys disappeared. A couple more followed. Boys began disappearing from the ‘lake’, one by one or in small groups. Finally I decided to follow a pair, to see what was going on. We crept silently along the river bank and parted tall weeds. There before my eyes, sitting on a rock in the middle of the stream, sat a beautiful girl about my age, wearing nothing but frilly, pink undergarments!”
Grandpa Cyrus looked over his pipe at Brandon. “That means she wore only her bra and panties, in case you didn’t know.
“Anyway, there she sat, seductively pouring water on her delicious little body, running her fingers through her reddish-brown hair and then whipping it shoulder-to-shoulder. She had a nice, glowing suntan, made a bit uneven by the social norms of the era. In those days women rarely showed much skin. For that reason, the girl’s face, arms, and shoulders were noticeably tanner than her legs, while her stomach, sides, and most of her back were barely suntanned at all.
“The girl flashed a slightly uneven but bright, beautiful smile, still pretending she hadn’t noticed the boys watching her from the weeds. After a few minutes a few brave boys crept up to her, trying hard not to scare her away. Much to our surprise, she didn’t even flinch. She made no effort to cover herself. She just leaned back and chatted with the young men, acting as though she was one of the boys! One by one, we each left our hiding places and came out to meet her. She said her name was Katherine, but that everyone called her Katie. She sat there all smiles, encircled by adoring, mesmerized young men.
That long, hot, muggy afternoon, each of us took a turn sitting next to the suntanned beauty, chatting her up as best we could. When my turn came, I was so nervous I could barely speak! Already entranced by her wide, dazzling smile and her suntanned cheeks, my gaze inadvertently dropped to her legs and body. I can’t say she was perfect. Oh, her face came mighty close to perfection. Her deep, brown eyes sparkled. Her button nose sat between tan, apple cheeks. A slightly crooked but warm and beautiful smile completed the package. She had a little extra weight in her hips and thighs, while her arms and lower legs were a little bony. Her breasts were lovely, perky…but maybe just a tiny bit small. Even so, she was a goddess to me.
“I think she knew I was the least experienced boy there. By “least experienced” I mean that I’d never hade any physical relationship with a woman, of any kind!
“She suddenly threw her arm around my shoulders and asked, ‘So, what’s your story, Tex?’
“My heart pounded, as I strained to come up with a reply. “There’s not much to say. I’m just a farm boy.”
“She grinned. ‘I’m just a farm girl. That’s nothing to be ashamed of. Pa’s looking to buy a spread near here.’
“I talked with Katie as long as I could, but my time with the beautiful, young farm girl proved agonizingly brief. Still, I stayed close, enthralled by every word she said. That day I learned a lot about Katie. Best of all I learned she was only a few months older than me. She was young…but not TOO young, if you take my meaning. Every boy there fell under Katie’s spell.
“By the time we left that evening, Katie was our obsession. I wanted her. I wanted her so much it hurt!
“In my opinion, there are two types of perfect women. One is the almost unreachable goddess possessing the delicate beauty of a painting, an exquisitely feminine angel as different from the masculine as night is from day. Every inch of her is perfect, so perfect you’d walk through fire just to be in her presence. These are the gals we dream of, the ladies we want to serve and protect, even if they don’t need our help. The other type of perfect woman is the type we dream of, but who are still there when we wake. These are the women who can make our dreams come true. Far from unreachable, these are the gals reaching out to lift us up and make us better men. They’re not just the girls we want. They’re the ones we need. They’re the ones we don’t just love from afar. They’re the ones who love us back. They’re the ones we can relax with. They’re the ones we can be in love with and live out our lives with.
“Katie embodied the second type. The perpetually barefoot girl never seemed to worry about stepping on hot pavement or sharp rocks or thistles any more than a boy would. She ran and climbed and rough housed with the best of us. She loved to swing out over the lake on an old tire swing, dropping down into the cold water with a mighty splash. She could blush like a schoolgirl when we sweet talked her, but she could also laugh at dirty jokes that would make a sailor blush. She would have made a perfect best friend, but I wanted more…much, much more!
The old man stopped for a moment, to tap out his pipe.
“Well?” The young man asked, anxiously. “What happened next?”
“Hold your horses,” the old man said, “and give me a chance to go on.
“I wanted sweet Katie more than anything, but unfortunately, her suntanned cheeks and cute smile attracted a wide audience. I wanted her, but so did all the other boys who met her. I went back to the lake day after day, but I hardly got to spend any time with Katie. The other, more experienced boys started keeping her busy. They found excuses to touch her. I couldn’t stand the sight of those boys with their greedy hands all over Katie! I couldn’t take it! I left the lake early that day, defeated and heartbroken. I drove away, but I couldn’t get Katie out of my head. I begged the heavens for anything that could take my mind off her.
“Halfway home I saw a figure way up on the road ahead, half covered by an umbrella. That seemed odd. We hadn’t seen rain in weeks. I know it doesn’t seem charitable, but I was in no mood to stop for hitchhikers. I was about to pass by, when suddenly, a magnificent, perfectly sculptured leg shot out from a high slit in the woman’s dress. I hit the brakes to stop my truck.
“A high-pitched squeal sounded, the whole blamed thing spun so wildly the chassis almost tore off the frame, the smell of burning rubber filled the air…and that was just me. You should have seen the condition of my truck.
“I pulled over and opened the passenger-side door. “Do you need a ride, Miss…?”
The umbrella dropped. I stared down at an absolute vision, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen! I looked her over. She stood no more than five feet tall, and I doubt she even weighed one-hundred pounds. She wore a very delicate dress, silk, I think, the sort of dress no girl I knew could begin to afford. The dress almost completely covered her, from head to toe. She even wore long, white gloves. The dress did little to hide her incredible body, highlighted by her hourglass shape, tiny waist, and magnificent, round breasts. Her skin was very pale and smooth. I saw no hint of a freckle, wrinkle, blemish, or any other imperfection. Her eyes were wide and glowing blue. Her hair was long and blond. She wore it pulled back to reveal most of her forehead. The rest of her long, straight hair fell back over her shoulders, hanging down behind her back to just above hip level.
“The golden-haired goddess got into my truck. We were on our way.
“After a few moments of awkward silence, I glanced at her folded umbrella and asked, ‘Is it going to rain?’
“My passenger let out a tiny giggle. ‘Don’t be silly,’ she replied. ‘This is a parasol, not an umbrella. Must protect my skin from the sun, you know. I’m quite sensitive.’
“Charmed by her accent, I asked, ‘You’re…not from around here, are you?’
“Again came that soft, demure giggle. ‘I’m British.’ She offered her hand, in a most feminine way. ‘I’m Wendy. I’m here on…business. I was supposed to meet some people in town, but my transportation broke down, leaving me stranded.’
“I said, ‘You can see town from here. You could have walked.’
“She pulled one foot out from under her dress. ‘Walk? In these shoes?’
“I shrugged. ‘You could’ve kicked them off.’
“She appeared shocked by my suggestion. ‘Are you suggesting I might walk…barefoot, upon such hot pavement? I wouldn’t have lasted fifty feet!’
“I grinned despite myself, suddenly aware of the stark difference between this British beauty and rowdy tomboy, Katie.
“It’s lucky I drove by. I’m glad I could be of service.”
“She cooed, flashing the straightest, whitest teeth I’ve ever seen. “Ah, my American knight, come to rescue me?”
“My heart pounded.
“She insisted I drive her to the town park, in sight of the bus station.
“She looked around. ‘Oh, dear. My associates aren’t here yet.’ She tapped her gloved finger to her cheek. ‘How might one pass the time in this…village?’
“I shrugged. ‘There’s not much to do. We could sit on a bench and talk for a spell, if you can put up with my company.’
“She smiled sweetly and said, ‘I’d like that very much.’
“We spent the next few hours together. Though most of the boys I knew were out at the river, I introduced Wendy to everyone I could find, showing off the new lady in my life. All the boys were mesmerized by the Englishwoman’s beauty and graceful manner. I was charmed by her accent. She seemed amused by ours. That was a bit confusing. We’d spent our whole lives in Texas, and weren’t aware we HAD accents!
“Wendy was the most gentle, ladylike gal I’d ever met. When we went for a walk around the park, I had to lift her over even the shallowest mud puddles. She raised her parasol and even dabbed some sort of oil on the top of her nose, to guard her pale skin against the ravages of the sun. She was dainty and fragile, like the most expensive crystal, capable of shattering at the slightest jostling. She was a delicate little flower, whose beautiful petals might be bruised by the slightest touch.
“Wendy avoided talking about her reasons for coming to town, and I didn’t pry. I did, however, wonder if she had come to town to meet a boyfriend or husband.
“She shook her head. ‘I’ve never been in a serious relationship. I travel extensively, never staying in one place long enough for such relationships to bloom. I’m actually quite lonely….”
“I had been under her spell from the moment I saw her, but those words sealed the deal. I was head-over-heels in love with her! I was just about to ask her where she planned to stay the night, when a private bus rolled into the town square.
“Wendy chirped, ‘Oh! My associates have arrived!’
“Wendy got up to leave. My heart sank. I peeped, ‘I hope I see you again.’
“The Englishwoman looked back at me with a knowing smile. “Oh, I feel quite sure you will.”
“I watched as she stepped up into the bus and rode away.
“I returned to the park the next day, and the next, and the next, searching for the delicate British angel who had stolen my heart. She had vanished like a puff of smoke. I returned day after day, until I lost hope. I didn’t know what to do. There was no point in returning to the lake. I hadn’t been there in more than a week. Surely one of the other boys had won Katie’s heart. I had given up my chances with the babe in the bushes in favor of a beautiful British bird, who had flown away! I’d managed to lose two dream girls in one summer, and I felt absolutely miserable about it!
“Only one thing kept me going. The summer was growing old. The infamous traveling circus would soon arrive. After all I’d lost, I needed any distraction. I knew the naughty, bawdy, forbidden fun to be found at the circus was just what I needed. Every parent in the county told their sons not to go. The local girls warned us that if any of us went to see the ‘low women’ at that circus, they would never speak to us again. I was determined to go, anyway! I had to know what went on behind the curtains that we weren’t supposed to see. The lure of wicked fun was simply too great to ignore!
“Then, one night around midnight, I heard a train whistle, but not the kind I was used to. This was the mournful, chilling sound, like the kind of train whistles you’d hear on ancient wood-burning trains from out of the past. It was an eerie, time-lost sound. The circus had arrived. I was ready for it.”
Great Grandpa Cyrus glanced down at his enthralled great grandson. “You have to understand how different the times were back then. The county I lived in was dry even before prohibition. The elders wouldn’t let a drop of alcohol into the county. They certainly wouldn’t allow any form of adult entertainment! For that reason, the circus had to set up in a field, just beyond the county line.
“On the night I went to the circus, a dense fog rolled in. I made my way through a cornfield, getting lost a few times. The night took on an eerie, magical feel, kind of like Halloween feels when you’re a kid. I followed the sound of calliope music. Suddenly I stepped out of the tall rows of corn and saw dozens of huge tents, lined up across the field in front of me. Strings of multi-colored lights illuminated the fair grounds. Various circus barkers competed for the attention of a crowd made up almost entirely of men. The talkers did their best to lure the men into their tents, promising spectacles ranging from gross to seductive. The traveling carnival had many familiar attractions, men on stilts, rides, games of chance….They even had a Ferris wheel. There was, however, more…much more. The hordes of young men came to see the kind of entertainment no ordinary circus offered.
“I ran into a friend of mine on the fairgrounds. I said, “I’m surprised you’re not out with Katie.”
“He only shrugged. At least I knew I wasn’t the only one feeling left out.
“We decided to start slow, taking in some of the more mundane carnival attractions. We both lost a good deal of money in failed attempts to win prizes at contest which were likely rigged to bilk naïve farm boys out of their hard-earned money. We rode some kind of whirling, twirling seats. This proved embarrassing, as the centrifugal force kept forcing my pal against me. I figured the ride was meant for young couples. I sighed. If only Wendy or Katie had been at my side, pressed tightly against me….
“We came around a corner and stood transfixed, staring at the spectacle before us. One large tent featured scantly-clad women…wrestling each other in a ring! Now, you must understand that in that bygone era, boys couldn’t watch women wrestling any time they wanted to. In fact, it was actually illegal in many parts of the country! Knowing we had a chance to see something we were pretty much forbidden to see only made us want to see it even more!
“We approached the tent and saw a huge sign promoting a championship match, featuring the Texas Women Wrestling Champion, a lady named ‘Dallas Dawn’.”
The old man chuckled. “Well, I doubt her parents actually NAMED her that….
“Anyway, there was a full-size cut out of the busty, long-legged little darling’ grinning ear-to-ear out front. She wore a huge, white cowboy hat, white boots complete with spurs, and a tiny little bikini, which appeared to have been made out of a Texas state flag. The deeply suntanned Texas gal was a true beauty. We were sold. We bought our tickets early and took front-row seats, waiting impatiently as the tent slowly filled to capacity.
“The tent took on its own kind of fog. It seemed every man there but us was smoking. My heart was already racing from anticipation. The addition of all that smoke made me light-headed. The whole night started to feel like something from out of a dream.
“At long last, the ring announcer climbed into the ring and shouted, ‘Ladies and gentlemen, tonight you have the rare privilege of witnessing a historic champion versus champion match! The winner will leave the ring tonight owning both title belts, while the loser will be left in shame, defeated by a superior woman! Introducing first, standing five feet and two inches tall, weighing in tonight at one-hundred eleven pounds, your Texas women wrestling champion, The Yellow Rose of Texas herself, Miss Dallas Dawn!’
“An absolutely gorgeous, darkly tan young woman came down the aisle, flashing a wide smile and waving a huge Texas state flag. I instantly recognized her as the girl from the poster, complete with her Texas-flag bikini, huge, white cowboy hat, little white boots and spurs. Whistles and cheers filled the tent. She hopped up onto the edge of the ring and put the flag in her corner. Then, playing to the crowd cheering her on, she fired two small cap guns made to resemble Old-West six-shooters. Finally, she entered the ring and removed the gaudy, golden Texas Championship Belt from around her waist. She held it high overhead, to wild cheers. She was, afterall, OUR state champion. She started telling the crowd all the things she was going to do to her enemy. She promised to tear out the other woman’s hair and toss it to us for souveniers. She promised to spank her, humiliate her….You get the idea.
“The announcer spoke again, shouting, “Her opponant, standing an even five feet tall, weighing in at a mere one-hundred pounds, all the way from London, England, The British Women Wrestling Champion… Miss Gwendlynn Tibit!”
My jaw dropped, and my heart almost shot right out of my chest! It was Wendy…MY Wendy! The British beauty who had stolen my heart came down the aisle to the ring, wearing a primarily light blue, Union-Jack-inspired bikini which concealed almost none of her very pale but truly glorious body! Her breasts were round, firm, and a bit larger than the Texas gal’s own. Despite wild booing coming from the crowd, the Brit displayed a wide, sweet smile, dimples in full view. I almost refused to accept it. How could this be my ladylike, gentle, delicate little flower?
“Then, suddenly, she stopped in front of me and said, ‘I’m so very happy you came! Not to worry. I’ll defeat her in a jiff. Afterall, she’s ONLY a Texas girl. I’m British. We’re better.”
“The crowd booed. She laughed at them! That only made them boo louder! My heart pounded. Was she trying to get us both killed?
“Wendy turned toward the ring but just stood there, arms folded, refusing to budge. She forced the referee to come down and help her into the ring, bringing boos and catcalls from the crowd. She then made him hold the ropes open for her. Dallas Dawn was ready to fight, but Wendy threw up the palm of her hand inches in front of Dawn’s face, making her wait. The Brit then slowly removed the slippers she had worn to the ring to protect her delicate little tootsies. She preferred to wrestle barefoot. Everything she did seemed tailor made to infuriate the audience. She had stated for the record that English girls are simply suoperior to Texas girls…in front of an audience of proud Texans. She obviously held the state, the audience, and especially her opponant in complete disdain. Then she made us wait until everything was to her liking. She acted like the princess from that old fairy tale, The Princess and the Pea, far too soft and delicate to risk any harm before the bell. Wendy removed the fabulous, glittering British Women’s Championship Belt from her waist. I could swear the thing was encircled with real diamonds! It must have been worth a fortune!
Then, in the sweetest and most polite of tones, Wendy began mocking all things Texan, especially or champion, Dallas Dawn! She said, ‘I came on this tour of America looking for competition. Sadly, I’ve been disappointed. I realize British girls are far superior to American girls, but I had hopes that your American girls might provide a challenge. They have failed, miserably. I know I can’t expect much from my opponent tonight. After all, she’s merely a Texan, and Texas girls are pretty low on the list, even among American girls. Ah, well, perhaps she can give me a little exercise before I finish her off. I must stay in shape for when I must face real women, back in England.’
“You can imagine how well that went over. What was she doing? How could my sweet little angel spit such venom? Course, by now I know that people who take on the villain role in a pro wrestling match deliberately insult the crowds. Looking back, Wendy held that audience in the palm of her hand, playing them with the skill of an expert violinist! The crowd was calling on Dallas Dawn to tear her apart, and insulted, Dawn seemed eager to do just that!
“Wendy leaned casually in her corner, looking over Dallas Dawn. She was very obviously unimpressed by what she saw. I was looking over Wendy, from her hourglass figure to legs which, despite her size, seemed to go on forever. Wendy seemed as white as snow compared to the darkly tanned Texas champion. The crowd wanted to see the Englishwoman destroyed. Surely the circus had brought her here for just that purpose, as a lamb to the slaughter. What chance did my sweet, gentle, delicate little flower have?
“The bell rang! My heart pounded!
“The Texas champion snarled. “You’ll be on your knees begging me for mercy before I’m through with you, Brit!”
“The Englishwoman snatched the big, white cowboy hat off Dallas Dawn’s head, threw it down, and smashed it flat under her bare foot! She then laughed in Dawn’s face, kicking what was left of the hat out of the ring! Dallas Dawn charged, and the two most beautiful gals I’d ever seen locked up, pushing and struggling hand-in-hand, until the barefoot Brit slowly forced the Texan back and trapped her against the ropes. I don’t know who was more surprised, me, or Dallas Dawn! Dawn threw her arms up over her face, expecting a punch. Instead, the Brit spun the Texan around so she faced out of the ring. Then Wendy kicked Dawn’s hips! Wendy looked down at me and smiled. I could almost hear her little amused giggle. The crowd booed.
“Outraged, Dawn charged like a bull. The Englishwoman spun gracefully on her toes, pivoting just out of the Texan’s reach and sending her careening out of control, smashing face-first into the far corner. Only momentarily stunned, the Texas champion turned, growled, and charged again. She threw a wild fist. Wendy ducked under it, letting Dawn run past her. As the Texas champion spun back to face her, the Englishwoman delivered a close line, catching Dawn’s throat with the inside of the elbow on her outstretched arm. Dallas Dawn’s boots flew up into the air, and then she crashed down on her back! Before the Texan could recover, the Brit reached down and lifted her to a bent over position by her dark, wavy hair. Wendy wrapped one arm over and around the back of her neck, took a fistful of the Texan’s bikini bottom, hoisting the Texas champion straight up into the air before executing a picture-perfect suplex, slamming Dawn down onto her back. Dallas Dawn yelled in pain, arching her body and reaching for her lower back.
“Grinning like the Cheshire Cat, the beautiful blond Englishwoman literally walked all over the Texas champion on her way back to her corner! The Brit then spread her arms out along the top ropes and leaned back in her corner, acting as though bored! She motioned to the Texan, calling on her to get up!
“Embarrassed, the Texas champion leapt up and charged. Wendy suddenly leapt down, wrapping her legs around Dallas Dawn’s legs and sweeping them out from under her, sending the Texan crashing down face-first to the mat. Instantly the Englishwoman rolled ontop the Texan, wrapping her pale legs around Dawn’s tan ones, catching the Texas champion in a variation of a reverse leg-to-leg leglock. Wendy’s legs folded Dawn’s legs over and pulled them back, torturing them. Dallas Dawn’s pretty face distorted and turned red. She slapped the mats harder and faster with each passing moment, as Wendy’s legs increased the pressure on her own. Though she obviously tried hard to deny the Brit the satisfaction, Dawn was forced to shout in pain. As Wendy’s pale legs put even more pressure on her tan legs, Dawn cried out, harshly.
“Grinning ear-to-ear, Wendy taunted her Texan foe. “My, my. Now, who will make who beg for mercy? Ha! Ha! Oh, dear. You’re not going to surrender so soon, are you? Aren’t Texans supposed to be tough?”
“Wendy acted as though she felt only disdain for Texans, acting as though she was completely superior to us. Maybe she was. I had never seen such talent!
“The crowd booed wildly, throwing empty paper cups at the ring.
“Suddenly Dallas Dawn reached back and seized a handful of Wendy’s long, golden hair. Now it was Wendy’s face distorting and turning red. She shrieked, ‘Ref! Ref! She’s pulling my hair!’ The crowd mocked Wendy, calling her a baby and a wimp. Dallas Dawn pulled Wendy off by her hair and rolled away. Wendy leapt up to her feet. She got in the referee’s face, wagging her finger and scolding him. ‘She was pulling my hair! Don’t pretend you didn’t see it! Don’t you dare lie to me! I know you Texans are poorly educated, but do try to do your job!’
“The crowd booed madly.
“As Wendy turned her full attention to yelling at the official, Dallas Dawn charged her from behind, slamming both fists into Wendy’s lower back! Wendy cried out “Ugh-h-h-h!” Dallas hugged Wendy around her waist and fell back, taking Wendy down with her and rolling the Brit over her body and down to the mat for a roll up pin. The British champion’s feet kicked madly, frantically in mid air, as the Texas champion went for a pinfall. The crowd chanted, ‘One! Two!’
The Brit kicked out, with authority.
“Wendy leapt up scowling and stamped her feet. ‘Oh! Oh! You’re quite ready to attack me when my back is turned! Care to try it face-to-face?’
“Wendy held up her hand, challenging Dallas Dawn to a test of strength. Their fingers slowly worked together high over head. Then, with a sudden jerk, the contest began. As the blond Brit in the Union Jack bikini flexed and strained, I looked her over. Wendy easily had the best body I have ever seen, but it was small and pale, soft and smooth. It was deliciously feminine, but showed no hint of the taught muscles her opponent had. Dallas Dawn’s darkly tanned body was toned and athletic. Her flat stomach showed a hint of abs, and her upper arm muscles flexed, visibly. It didn’t seem a fair fight, and yet Wendy slowly forced Dallas Dawn to her knees.
“Wendy looked down with a vicious sneer. ‘What was that about how you would have me down on my knees? Hmm. It appears I have you on your knees. Are you ready to beg me for my mercy?’
“The British beauty applied more and more pressure, twisting the Texan’s wrists and squeezing until Dawn’s fingers turned violet. Face filling with pain, Dawn sank further, until her chest lie on the mat. The test of strength had been turned into a mercy contest, and the Texas champion was at the English champion’s mercy. The Brit put her foot over the back of the Texan’s neck, posing in absolute dominance. The Englishwoman stood there with her Cheshire Cat grin, mocking the Texas champion. Just when it appeared the angry crowd might charge the ring, Dallas Dawn managed to kick her leg straight back, putting her boot over the bottom rope. The referee made Wendy break the hold.
“Wendy hauled Dallas Dawn up and locked on a side headlock. Then, just as Wendy seemed ready to taunt the crowd again, Dallas Dawn slammed the heel of her cowboy boot down across Wendy’s toes! The barefoot Brit looked right at me with an expression of horror and disbelief, but before she could even yell, Dallas Dawn slapped Wendy to the canvas. The crowd went wild. Dallas Dawn lifted one of Wendy’s bare feet, twisting it mercilessly, executing a painful standing toe hold. Wendy shouted and slapped the mat, as Dawn twisted Wendy’s pale ankle and shapely leg to their limits. The Texas champ demanded the Brit surrender, but Wendy refused. Unable to force the Brit to submit to her, the Texan went farther, leaning down and biting the bottom of the Englishwoman’s foot! Wendy’s shouts and yells suddenly escalated into a long, shrill, high-pitched scream! My heart almost exploded out of my chest, hearing my dream girl carrying on so! I wanted to help my little British angel, but I knew if I dared lift a finger, the cowboys in the crowd would tear me apart! I thought Dawn’s bite musy have been ferocious, given the way Wendy suffered. She bounced her body on the mat, jerking and twitching, pounding the canvas with her fists and screaming her head off! It brought the crowd to a fever pitch, but even then, Dawn failed to force the Brit to give in.
“Seemingly frustrated, the Texas champion became even more vicious. She turned Wendy over, sat on her back, stretched the Englishwoman’s leg out, and then raked her spurs back and forth across the bottom of Wendy’s leg and foot! Wendy howled in anguish! The crowd loved it. I closed my eyes, sure Dawn would tear Wendy to shreds. When I dared look, I was amazed to see that Wendy’s leg and the bottom of her foot were miraculously uncut.
“The Texas champion stood and lifted both of Wendy’s feet. She then wrapped Wendy’s pale legs in with her own tan legs, entwining them. The Texan then leapt back down to a seated position, locking a figure four leg lock on the hapless Englishwoman. As the crowd cheered Dawn on, Wendy sat up using her arms to brace her, shouting in pain.
“Wendy had teased and taunted the crowd, and now that she was losing and hurt, they delighted in taunting her. ‘Break her legs!’ One man shouted. Another yelled, ‘Send her back to England on crutches!’
“Despite Dawn’s repeated calls for surrender, Wendy refused. Then, chin out, Wendy tried to fight back, pitting her gorgeous, creamy legs directly against the Texan’s golden ones. Each woman’s face distorted from strain. Their muscles tensed and pumped until their bodies shook. Finally, Wendy rolled Dawn over. Suddenly the Texan began screaming and pounding the mat furiously with both fists. According to the ring announcer, the Brit had somehow reversed the hold so that all the pressure was now on the Texans’s legs. The Texas champion quickly grabbed the ropes to force a break, yelling at the referee to get the Brit off her.
“Both girls were mad as hell! They charged. Wendy leapt up and landed a flying drop kick that floored Dawn. Dawn raced back up, only to be sent back down by an arm drag takedown. From here the Texan’s world must have seemed turned upsidedown. No matter what our Texas champion tried, the English women’s champ seemed one step ahead of her, ready with a countermove. Every time Dawn got up, Wendy sent her right back down with a flip, a kick, or some other move. Then Wendy began flipping the madly screaming Texas champ all around the ring by her long, dark hair.
“Cross-eyed and outmatched, Dallas Dawn fell at Wendy’s feet and rolled out of the ring. Some in the crowd booed, but most patted the panting Texan on her back, offering encouragement.
“The Brit stood in the ring above her, holding the ropes and looking down. The Englishwoman posed haughtily over the gasping Texan, taunting, ‘Running scared of me, are you? Ah, yes! Now we see the truth! It appears the Yellow Rose of Texas has the yellow streak of cowardice running down her!’
“The crowd was booing madly when Dawn suddenly reached into the ring, seizing both Wendy’s ankles and pulling her feet up and out from under her, sending the Brit crashing down on her back! As the crowd erupted in cheers, Dallas Dawn held both Wendy’s ankles, put her boot up on the ringpost and kicked away, pulling the spread-legged Englishwoman’s most feminine area straight into the unyielding metal pole!
“A nearly unanimous ‘Oh!’ came from a shocked crowd. In those days men expected women to be ladies. They were shocked that Dawn would attack the Englishwoman so brutally. Even so, they cheered their champion on.
“Wendy had thrown her arms over her face, but other than that, she had gone limp. Still out on the floor, Dawn followed up by slamming each of Wendy’s thighs in turn to the steel pole. Though my pal and the rest of the audience loved it, I felt sick. My sweet little angel, the British champion, had been reduced to a quivering lump, and the Texas champ wasn’t done with her! She pulled Wendy out of the ring and went to work. The Texan bent Wendy over, wrapped her arm around the back of Wendy’s neck, seized a fistful of the Englishwoman’s light-blue bikini bottom, and hoisted the Brit straight up, feet high in the air, before executing a suplex, sending the Brit’s back crashing down on the hard floor! Wendy’s face showed anguish. She arched her body against the pain.
“The crowd began calling for Dallas Dawn to finish Wendy off. Wide, pearly grin accented between tan cheeks, the Texas beauty stood over the devastated Brit, swiveling her hips and twirling one hand high over her head, as if twirling some invisible lasso. As Dawn posed and showed off, the crowd went wild, cheering her bump-and-grind act.
“Ready to put the finishing touches on her victory, Dallas Dawn lifted the Brit and marched her toward the corner of the ring, to slam her head on the steel pole. Suddenly Wendy kicked her foot up onto the pole, stiffening her leg to stop Dawn. She threw an elbow back over her shoulder into Dawn’s face. Dawn staggered back, slightly shaken.
“The two didn’t say a word. Hatred burning in their eyes, they marched together and began an all-out fight fight. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I watched a pale, sweet little Englishwoman whoop the tar out of the champion of Texas! Dawn went spinning away. She leaned on the edge of the ring, back to the crowd, just trying to stay on her feet. Then, as Wendy marched toward her, I saw Dawn, her back to the Brit, slipping off her boot. Before I could utter a sound to warn Wendy, Dallas Dawn spun around and slammed the heel of her boot right between Wendy’s eyes! I think my heart stopped! Every time one girl seemed to take the advantage, the other took it back! I didn’t know how much more I could stand! The English champion fell like a ton of bricks, lying shattered at the Texas champion’s feet. Dallas Dawn stood directly over the Brit and went into another hip swiveling, lasso twirling, bump-and-grind routine, partly to work up the fans, partly to mock the Englishwoman.
“That was when Dallas Dawn went for the win. She went over and pulled a rope and a cowbell from a bag she had brought to the ring. The crowd roared. All smiles, the dark-haired Texas beauty used the rope to choke the blond Brit within an inch of her life! The referee just stood in the ring, doing nothing to stop it! The pale Brit in the light-blue, Union Jack inspired bikini kicked and coughed and gagged, but soon she was helpless! Dawn dragged Wendy completely around the ring, giving everyone a look. She ended up almost directly in front of me! Then Dawn held up the cow bell…and slammed it right into Wendy’s face! I was frankly amazed there was no blood! When Dawn raised the bell again, I couldn’t take any more! I had to do something to help my British angel, even if my fellow Texans killed me for it! I started to rise out of my seat, when, suddenly, I fely Wendy’s feet on my ribs, pushing me back down into my chair! She showed me a tiny shake of the head, giving me a stern warning to stay put!
“Well, at that moment I was sure Wendy Tibit was the bravest, sweetest girl who ever lived! There she was, ready to accept being beaten to a pulp, rather than to have me risk the crowd’s wrath.
“Dawn slammed the cow bell down a couple of times. Once Wendy was motionless, the Texas Champ dragged the Brit back to the ring, lifting her to the edge. Dawn climbed up too, ready to go back into the ring for the win. Suddenly Wendy sprang to life, snatching the rope, wrapping it around the Texan’s neck and then leaping back down off the edge of the ring, bringing Dallas Dawn with her. Wendy’s desperation move, a flying bulldog, planted Dawn’s face flat in the floor!
“Well, the crowd couldn’t believe it. Just when they were sure their girl had the titles in hand, the tide of battle turned yet again. I never would have imagined two beautiful women could have such a fight, but then, they were fighting not only for their pride and for their titles, but also for the honor of England and America. The champions lie side by side, moaning, legs sliding, bodies quaking, each trying to force herself up to continue the epic struggle. The stood, each devastated but unwilling to concede to the other.
“Dallas Dawn gasped. “No Brit is gonna take the Texas Championship back to England as her trophy!”
“Wendy replied, ‘I say a British girl will beat a Texas girl any day! Why don’t we settle the matter, here and now?’
“With the crowd cheering them on, the exhausted champions plodded together, exchanging fists and kicks. Now, even though I was secretly ruiting for the Brit, I’d been brought up to believe a Texas girl could whoop anyone, especially a pale, delicate little Englishwoman. Imagine my surprise when once again, toe-to-toe, our Texas champion proved no match for the Brit! Wendy beat the daylights out of her! Dawn fell flat on her back. The Brit just stood there, giving the Texan a chance to rise. They went at it again, and again, the Englishwoman beat the snot out of the Texan. Wendy hit her so hard in the belly she lifted Dawn right up off her feet! Dawn went down again. Dawn didn’t want any more, but Wendy hauled her up by her hair, forcing her to stand and fight. Now Dallas Dawn was Wendy’s punching bag! Her legs quaked like jelly, and Dawn fell flat at Wendy’s feet! Wendy held up her fist and firmed up her chin, ready to fight. Dallas Dawn turned and ran, with chicken feathers flying! You can imagine the crowd’s reaction as we watched our Texas champion turn tail and run in fear, chased round and round the ring by the British champion!
“The crowd kept cheering Dallas Dawn on, waiting for another miraculous turnaround. I knew it wasn’t going to happen. I got a good look at Dawn’s face as she ran past me. I looked right into her eyes, and saw only astonishment and fear. Head to toe, Wendy was the better girl, and now even Dallas Dawn knew it! I’ve never seen a girl look so afraid!
“Wendy caught Dawn by her hair and lit into her like a tornado hitting a farmhouse. Before long Dawn was on her knees at Wendy’s feet, begging her for mercy! The crowd booed.Cups flew. Then, in a casual, matter-of-fact way, Wendy took Dawn by her hair and dragged her over directly in front of me! The blue-eyed, blond-haired Brit looked at me, a cocky smile spreading between her adorable dimples. Wendy was seeking revenge. Dallas Dawn was now barefoot, having taken off her boots to use as weapons. Wendy seemed to take particular delight in grinding and stomping her pale feet into Dawn’s dark ones, smashing the Texas champ’s feet under her own until the Texan begged for mercy.
“I thought the match was over, but the referee claimed he couldn’t accept the surrender because it occurred outside the ring. He might have been playing for time, but he wasn’t doing Dawn any favors! Wendy owned her!
“Undeterred, Wendy rolled Dallas Dawn back into the ring. Dawn lie on her belly, hands up a few inches, begging, “No more! Please! I can’t take anymore!”
That should have ended it, but the ref let it go on. Wendy took Dawn to school. The English champion showed the Texas champion a wrestling clinic. I doubt there was a fancy wrestling hold or move you can name that the Brit didn’t do to the helpless Texan. When the grinning Brit had finished, the Texas women’s champion lie spread eagle on her back, legs and arms apart, eyes closed, totally beaten. Wendy looked right at me, smiling wickedly. Wendy then literally stood ontop the Texas champion, swirling her hips and twirling her hand overhead as if twirling some invisible lasso. Wendy’s bump-and-grind was a deliberate mocking of Dallas Dawn’s signature move. Wendy then stepped back, and insultingly put one foot on the unconscious Texan’s chest. The referee had no choice but to count the sleeping Texas champion out.
“Dallas Dawn had lost her title! The English champion now owned the Texas women wrestling belt. The crowd was ready to tear the place apart, feeling that, in a certain way, England now owned a part of Texas. Two men carried the now former Texas champion out of the ring. The ring announcer handed Wendy the Texas championship belt. Wendy looked at it, thoroughly unimpressed. She hadn’t simply beaten the Texas champion; she had humbled and humiliated her. Outside the ring, Wendy’s sweet smile, soft voice and gentle ways had seemed angelic, but in that ring, they seemed deliberately arrogant. She had laughed in the cowboys faces, insisting English girls were simply superior to Texas girls, head to toe. Worse still, she had seemingly proven it! The crowd was ready to riot! They wanted her blood!
“Wendy’s once sweet voice dripped with condescension. My delicate flower spat venom, deliberately working the crowd to fever pitch. ‘Oh, dear,’ she laughed. ‘I was supposed to give your pitiful little Texas champion a rematch at week’s end, but I’m afraid I’ve broken your champion. She’ll never be able to wrestle me again. I doubt she’d have the courage to face me, anyway. Whatever will we do?’ She tapped her cheek with one finger. ‘I have it! You all wish to see a Texas girl get a chance for revenge. Surely there’s some local girl who you can talk into wrestling me, over the honor of your state? I’ve an idea. Just to give your local girl a fighting chance, I’ll tilt things in her favor by making this a fan involvment weapons match! You can bring little things to give her, things she can use against me. That way when I destroy her, she’ll have no excuses. If your girl wins, she wins back the Texas title and saves your pride. If not… well, this is a shabby and unimportant title, but perhaps I can find some place for it. Maybe I’ll use it as a footstool.’ The crowd had to be held back! She added, ‘I realize that Texas girls are, by nature, weak and cowardly, but surely you can find someone to wrestle me this Friday night. Just don’t expect for me to give her back to you in one piece!’
“Infuriated, some men had to be physically restrained! Worse, everyone had seen the special attention Wendy had shown me. They knew there was something between us! The roustabouts would protect Wendy from the mob…but I was on my own! I turned around, looking for an exit. I looked back at the ring. Wendy had vanished like smoke, disappeared like…magic! I slipped out the back of the tent and took off running, knowing I’d be damned lucky to escape with my life!”
Brandon leaned forward, grinning up at his great grandfather and teasing, “So, what happened, Grandpa? Did you live?”
The old man frowned. “Don’t sass me, boy.”
Brandon sighed. “I don’t see what any of this has to do with my problem!”
“You will,” the ancient man promised. “You will. I’m going somewhere with this. I promise you, you’ll understand everything when I’m done. You see, things aren’t always as they seem….”
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Things DEFINITELY aren’t exactly as they seem! Everything will be revealed in the conclusion. Look for The Forbidden Show pt. 2: British Wendy vs. Texas Katie!”
(Hopefully within about one week or less)
