(This is the start of the Housewives Series I am going to take a stab at writing. This here is a quick intro based on how they get started in their new roles, and then a quick cat fight follows. The next segment features the Housewives in-ring debut.)
The two plain looking women sat across from a group of four men nervously fidgeting. The silence was killer - but deep down they knew why they had been summoned here, the wrestling federation's fans could have cared less about either of them. Their records in the ring were actually quite impressive, yet neither girl could make it as a “Face” or “Heel” with much success. Clare’s stomach churned when the man on the left began talking, hearing the words, then slowly the news began sinking in…her, and her in ring partner Kim, were being fired. After giving it there all for over two years in the wrestling league they were shit canned. The federation was bleeding money and apparently the tag team didn’t survive the round of budget cuts, the girls furious upon hearing who had kept their jobs. Kim and Clare’s roles were changing each week – the girls never given a decent chance, a real story line, and even with their impressive win loss record they were still on the outs. Anger suddenly replaced the feeling of dread as Clare blurted out, "Don’t fire us…you guys are using us totally wrong!" There were tears forming in her eyes, and her mouth hung open for a second "You need girls like us…you just never cast us right…no one wants to see me all goodie goodie…think about this…with our ability and training as a team we can outwrestle almost every girl in this league!”
The men across the table shook their heads almost in unison, but the other woman, Kim, quickly picked up where Clare left off, and she began begging, “Let us earn it…you need ratings and we can give em’ to ya…Give us one more chance! One more match…cast us as heels and I promise you won’t regret it."
It was the man on the left that broke the silence, "I could give you one more match ladies…hell I could give you ten more…but the fans wouldn’t buy you just jumping ship on your recent good girl persona after just flipping over from your failed run at being heels only a few weeks ago…I mean what would your gimmick even be?”
Clare knew this was her only chance to keep her job, “You have way worse girls than us! The Hooter’s girl, Malibu Barbie, Anastasia, and even Monica...none of those bitches can't wrestle! We could go up against any of them!"
The man sitting in the middle laughed, “Have you seen those girls??? Tasha the Hooter’s Girls has long blonde hair, and big fake breasts. Monica has a body to die for and a face that any model would envy…she doesn’t have to win a match…fans pay to see her getting her ass kicked as she takes a betting like a champ! Anastasia could be a Playboy centerfold with those curves; her long bleached blonde hair, and an exotic look to her! Those matches are what we are looking for…It's a fans dream and most of those girls you just mentioned couldn't punch there way out of a wet paper bag. In fact I hope they NEVER win a match! Fans want to see those Goddesses destroyed! That’s where the ratings are!"
Clare was far from done, “Give us a match against any of them…make it the main event…we can destroy those sluts …and far better and more violently than anyone has so far!”
The man on the left chirped in, “The main event...really Clare??? Sorry, but the fans don’t even want to see you on the card at all!”
Clare stood up from the chair, arms waving excitedly, “You’re right…but they won’t know we are on the card!” Clare began to smile, gaining confidence, “They won’t even recognize us! I have an idea for Kim and me! Our own parents wouldn’t even recognize us tonight! Please...we just need one chance to prove ourselves as the nasty, most sadistic, evilest heels this league has ever seen!"
The men across the room began smiling, for it certainly was an interesting idea. "What kind of heel are we talking here, and what would you two even call yourself?"
Clare floundered for a moment, then Kim broke the silence thinking back to the old GLOW wrestling TV show, “We’re the Housewives, and we can promise you this... no girl we face leaves the ring looking the same!" she hissed starring at each man, her eyes suddenly intense.
The third man who hadn’t spoken yet smiled, “So you pretend to be out of work Housewives? Are you two crazy?”
Clare took up on her partner’s brilliant idea, “No…not at all…we wear face paint, old robes, and we bring our shopping cart which will be filled with all sorts of nasty stuff, down to the ring to make over all of those bimbos!”
The man on the right suddenly smiled, “I think I love it!”
Clare began smiling, “The Housewives, humiliating the bimbo’s and sluts of the league…free makeovers courtesy of Phyllis and Arlene!”
The man in the middle suddenly was confused, “Who is Phyllis and Arlene…I thought you said you were the Housewives?”
Kim laughed, “We are…you want Clare and Kim fired…as of this moment they are dead to this league…you are now looking at Phyllis and Arlene…sans costumes…no one will know it’s us…and no “face” will ever want to get in the ring with us…I promise!
The man on the left shook his head, “I don’t know…I can’t risk putting you back out there in a match tonight…I just can’t see this working!”
The man in the middle shook his head, “I disagree…we could give these two a go at some of those blonde's tonight…maybe you two can try out your new persona. We just signed a new blonde today, Katya, whose persona is going to be a sexy Cowgirl. Tonight she's going to team up with Tasha the Hooters Girl. Since The Hooter’s girl shouldn’t give you two a problem in the ring, and Katya is all tits and ass, we could cut you two loose on them…either way the fans win by seeing those blondes in action, and when, and it DAMN well better be when, you two win, you could have your fun with the losers...and you better give the fans their monies worth."
Kim smiled, “Perfect! Give us some time to get ready…tonight the Housewives make their debut…the fans won’t believe what they are seeing, and I promise you Tasha and Katya won’t forget tonight…ever!!!”
The man on the right smiled, “I like your enthusiasm, and I think the fans would love to see those two humiliated…I think we are all winners if you two can pull this off!
Clare burst out, “Humiliation, pain, and embarrassment, we will do it all! I promise… you won’t regret this! Those bitches will not leave the ring in one piece tonight!”
Kim smiled ear-to-ear, “We're going to bring a shopping cart of all sorts of nasty things to use on these sluts! The fans will love us…you won’t be sorry!
The man on the left shook his head, “You two get one chance, and we mean ONE chance to try it. You are going to have to make quiet a statement, and I mean a statement because you two are going to have free reign to inflict some humiliation on those blondes tonight…go home and get ready…be back here at 7…you are going to have a tag match against those two bimbos, and I want to review what you have planned!”
Clare’s heart pounded, "I understand! You won’t regret this! I promise! We will be the most sadistic, evil, bad ass heel that
She was cut off mid sentence, “Get out of here, and I expect all that and more to happen if you win tonight! You have free reign, I will let security know in advance…our only rule is no permanent injuries to anyone…ever!”
The man on the middle left stood up, "Clare a word outside please...I will join you in a second." The two girls left, Clare waiting patiently in the vacant hallway for a few minutes before the man walked out closing the door behind him. He stood starring at her for a few seconds, then whispered, "The new girl we hired today, Katya, I want her to pay tonight...This is tough for me to tell you...and no one knows. When I hired her... I...I asked her out on a date...The bitch laughed in my face and turned me down. I will have you know that I am not used to being laughed at or turned down. When you come back tonight I want you to use this," he handed her a key, "it opens her dressing room. Don't get carried away in there... but soften her up for the match. I want...no, I need you to do most of your damage out in the ring tonight so the fans can see it... but soften her up prior to the match. Make a statement with this bitch in front of everyone tonight...I'll teach her to turn me down!"
Clare nodded slowly, "I'll be back by seven...no worries. Kim and I will put on a show out there tonight. I'll start with Katya and given her an introduction to the league in her dressing room first!"
The man smiled back, "Perfect...Fuck her up a little in the dressing room…but no punches to the face…I do hope she changes her mind and dates me, so I don’t want her looking like shit…And I really hope for your and Kim's sake you girls pull this off to save your careers...you guys are great in the ring, and we just need the fans to see it!"
Backstage
Claire, now and forever known in the federation as Arlene the Housewife, walked through the vacant hallways making her way towards the dressing rooms. It didn't take her long to arrive at her destination, and her head twisted side-to-side making sure the hallway was vacant. So far no one saw her walking through the hallways, dressed in her in ring persona already – a long rob, pajamas, and her face painted blue, and pushing her shopping cart. Her hand was on the doorknob Ready to open Katya's door when she heard a voice inside the room, before turning the handle she put her ear up and listened.
"I got the job! My debut match is in a few hours!" It was a female's voice, high pitched and she was defiantly excited – this must be the new slut Katya. "The federation is looking to get younger hotter girls and they apparently just fired two old hags." Arlene's blood boiled, Katya was referring to her…she was going to teach the bitch what an old hag could do. "I guess they weren't any good and the fans didn't like watching them wrestle...I don't know." Evidently the pause in conversation was someone on the other line asking questions. "How should I know...they were supposedly really skilled wrestlers but I guess kinda ugly...I know I don't know how to wrestle but look at me. Looking this good the fans will love seeing me...Yeah a little worried, but the commissioner said the girls I'm wrestling would be girls my size... The commissioner said I am going to wrestle dressed up as a sexy cowgirl...Oh yeah its a hot outfit, you will love it...Knee high heeled Cowgirl boots, cut off jean shorts and a tight checkered half shirt...Maybe I'll bring the uniform home tonight after I win my match and then you and me can wrestle in bed to celebrate."
Arlene was seeing red, this bitch thought really highly of herself. "I'll be home soon and you can show me!" she giggled. Having heard more than enough of the conversation, the Housewife looked through the shopping cart, grabbed a wooden plunger, slid the key in the keyhole, and turned the door handle.
Inside the dressing room stood a breath taking blonde beauty...Arlene knew immediately why they hired this slut. Katya was the perfect jobber. Bleached blonde hair that came down to her lower back, a face that oozed sexiness, a body that a playboy centerfold would envy...and breasts that threatened to burst free from the skin tight dress she had on.
The blonde’s head whipped to the side, the beauty standing up wondering if she forgot to lock her door a woman’s frame filled the doorway. Katya stood up and slowly stuck out her arm hesitantly, seeing the Housewife with her face painted blue, "Hi...I'm Katya!"
Arlene didn't move, standing in the doorway, starring at the blonde who slowly pulled her hand back realizing the woman glaring at her wasn't going to shake it anytime soon. Finally Arlene broke the uncomfortable silence, waving the plunger, "I'm the cleaning crew, her to clean up some shit for someone...You’re the new flavor of the month huh…I hear you are wrestling tonight?"
"I just got hired today! I am going to be in the league…wrestling as a sexy cowgirl!" Katya smiled, tussling her hair over her shoulder.
Arlene shook her head, this one was dumb as a sack of bricks..."Oh yeah...so you're a wrestler are ya...Look more like a porn star to me!"
"Not exactly a wrestler yet...Hey what do you mean porn star? I can’t help it I am this hot!...Apparently they all thought I was hot and want to train me to wrestle. I heard they fired a few ugly girls and want to try to go with more attractive girls in the ring...Hey why is your face painted blue!"
Arlene was showing incredible restraint, being called ugly for a second time unbeknownst to the blonde. "So who do you wrestle against tonight?"
"They just called me a few minutes ago…I guess I am wrestling against some Housewives’…I wonder if they are the famous Housewives’ from the TV shows…like from New Jersey or Beverly Hills? Do you watch the Housewives’ of any county…I bet I could kick there asses!” Katya asked.
Arlene smiled for the first time, “You really are clueless aren’t you…it’s not the Housewives’ of any county from the TV…it’s a new tag team the league signed today…like you they are making their debut...and I hear they are just what the league needs!”
“Girls like me are what this league needs. Tonight I am tagging up with another hottie who is supposed to be really good in the ring...The Hooters Girl...but you didn't answer my question. Why is your face painted blue?" Katya asked.
Arlene laughed hearing Katya’s comment about Tasha the Hooter’s girl…the blonde slut the league’s whipping girl, "Really good? They told you the Hooter's girl was really good...that useless bitch hasn't won a match yet!"
Katya swallowed, "Hey don't yell at me!”
Arlene snapped back, “Bitch I haven’t yelled yet! I will if you want me to though!”
Katya fidgeted, “I don't think I want you in here any longer!"
"The Housewives are Phyllis and I you dumb cxnt!!!” Slowly the realization set in on Katya’s face, she was standing face to face with one of the Housewives. “That's who you wrestle tonight… and I am here to soften you up bitch!" the Housewife moved faster than Katya thought possible, the wooden end of the plunger was slammed into her midsection. The blonde was shocked and totally caught off guard, the stick knocking the wind from her. Her head came down in response and the wooden plunger flew through the air, this time slamming into the beauties temple. Arlene dropped the plunger and helped herself to two handfuls of hair before Katya could crumple to the ground. The Housewife began shaking her around the room yanking her by the hair. “My haiiiirrr!” Katya yelled out, her body driven back and forth painfully while Arlene kept tugging the helpless blonde’s head side to side keeping the stunned beauty hunched over at the waist and stumbling along. “I see know why the league keeps hiring slut like you…so easy to beat and dominate!” Arlene yelled, pulling the blonde violently to the side. Her ankle twisted painfully, and Katya almost lost her balance but Arlene didn't allow her to fall to the ground, pulling backward on her long hair keeping the aching gal on her feet. Arlene ripped back and forth and poor Katya’s body moved awkwardly in response, like a puppet on strings, jerking back and forth with each painful pull. Katya was screaming in pain, the crazed Housewife putting her weight into a violent pull and this time the blonde lost her balance tripping over her high heels and landed on all fours.
“You bitch!” Katya sobbed out in pain, her hands were massaging her scalp, tears coating her eyes. “Get up you fucking slut! I am going to ruin you!” Arlene screamed at Katya who was now backpedaling on the ground trying to crawl away, the sexy sequined dress threatening to burst around the blonde’s bosom as her ample mounds were pushing it’s limits. The Housewife picked up the plunger, “Get the fuck up!” Arlene yelled and watched as Katya actually began to rise to her feet. Waiting for the blonde to push off the ground, Arlene charged forward using the wooden plunger like she was a knight jousting, slamming the end squarely into Katya hammering full steam into the blonde's ribs. Katya groaned, her body sent flying backward and the jarring impact sent the blonde right back down to the floor, struggling to find breath and figure out how to get out of this predicament. "You...you are going to wrestle tonight....you may be the weakest uncoordinated slut in this league...I can't wait to get you in the ring tonight bitch What are you going to do when no one can help you out there…me and Phyllis are going to own your skank ass!" Arlene taunted the aching gal, the Housewife going right back on the attack.
Katya’s arms came up a second to late as Arlene’s closed fist slammed into the side of her head. The power packed punch had the blonde’s face whipping to the side and Arlene grabbed Katya’s hair with her left hand. Pulling the gorgeous gal’s face upward, the Housewife's right fist flew forward and slammed into Katya’s temple. Katya’s head exploded with pain, the blonde trying to get her hands up to defend herself, but the Housewife changed tactics and the blonde was pulled off the floor by her disheveled hair. With her hand still entwined in Katya’s bleached blonde mane, Arlene’s right fist again went to work this time slamming home into the blonde’s lower belly. Katya groaned and moaned as Arlene went to work softening up the blonde's tight midsection as fists slammed into her ribs, kidney, and stomach. After almost a half minute of straight punching, Katya was left hunched over and sucking in air, clueless as to what the fuck was happening to her. "Looks like you spent all day doing you're make up slut…are you here to wrestle of make one of your porn videos!" Arlene hissed, and tightened her hold on the blonde’s hair. Now using a two handed grip, the Housewife ran forward driving Katya chest-first splattering into the wall. "Phyllis and I are going to have a wonderful time rearranging you're face later on!" The Housewife yelled, as Katya hit the wall breasts first, followed by her nose, which painfully flattened against the unyielding plaster. Arlene maintained her hair hold, reared back and Katya’s head thudded into the wall a second time, the blonde crumpled to the ground in a heap.
Katya’s body was pulled back upright as Arlene had two handfuls of disheveled hair, the blonde shrieking as she was jerked off the ground. "Let's see what we can do to help those looks!" Arlene hissed. Katya rose shakily and never got a chance to defend herself as Arlene drove her face first into the wall, the blonde’s eyes rolling back in her head. Rearing back, Arlene mashed her face forward again; this time Katya’s nose crushed against the plaster wall and the blonde saw stars as pain exploded in her face. Tears coated Katya’s enchanting eyes, but Arlene still held her hair tightly with two hands and slammed her face forward one more time. "It's going to take more than a pound of makeup and fake tits to survive here cxnt!" the Housewife screamed and latched onto the top of the blonde’s sequined dress. Holding onto the side straps, the Housewife began tugging, Katya already to dazed and stunned to realize what was about to happen to her. Pulling and jerking it downward, the Housewife slid that sequined material over the blonde’s breasts, the massive mounds flopping free, “Of course you wouldn’t wear a bra you classless whore!” Arlene hissed ripping the dress down further. The material slid over the blonde’s washboard stomach, and then over her curvy hips, revealing her garter belt and flesh covered thigh high stockings. A punch to the stomach had the blonde hunched over and gasping and Arlene stepped on the dress, which was pooled around the blonde’s ankles and shoved her flying backward. Katya’s feet became tangled and the blonde flew backward stumbling until her ass hit the rail of the dressing room couch flipping her over it and landing upon it. Katya’s stocking covered legs flew up and her back came to rest on the couch, her breasts spilling to the sides of her chest, while her long disheveled hair sprayed outward.
Arlene grabbed the blonde’s discarded dress, “The Housewives are going to collect souvenirs of all the sluts we beat…nice little memento’s so we can relive the beating we administer!” The Housewife tossed the dress into her shopping care and went back to the blonde, grabbing her hair and ripping her off the couch. As the blonde’s body rolled off the couch, Arlene’s foot came up and slammed down into the back of Katya’s head jarring her face first into the ground. Katya’s nose smashed down into the rug, and the thin padding did little to soften the blow. Left hand latching onto bleached blonde hair, Arlene pulled Katya’s face off the ground and her foot came flying upward this time smashing into the side of the blonde’s jaw. “So you really thought you had what it took to make it in this league…you have no idea of the shit storm you walked into!” Arlene yelled, while Katya groaned and her body spun to the side from the jarring kick, spittle flying as the blonde was left lying on the rug starring at the ceiling totally dazed.
Arlene stood staring down at the aching blonde, “You haven’t hit me once, not one time…not a slap, a punch…nothing…what are you going to do in the ring!” Arlene screamed and began pulling the topless beauty up to her feet using her long locks as a handle. "No one is going to think you're hot when we get through with you tonight! Phyllis and I are going to own you…I may make you a slave! A big fake titted bleached blonde porn star…maybe I’ll sell you to the highest bidder after we break you!" Katya helplessly struggled for a brief second until her head was rammed into the hard plaster wall yet again. Katya saw stars and couldn’t get her hands up in time to prevent her nose from being crushed against the wall yet again. Katya’s hands cupped her pulsing face and Arlene didn’t slow again ramming the blonde forward by the hair. Katya was stunned and her forehead was bright red when Arlene finally let go of her long blonde hair. Arlene latched onto Katya’s forearm, spun the dazed blonde around and then sent Katya shooting forward. Katya was helpless and couldn’t get her arms up in time to stop her from going face first into the closed dressing room door. The wood buckled and sent Katya right back to the floor lying lifeless on the rug, spread eagle and disoriented.
Arlene never let up as she spun around and rolled atop of Katya. In seconds the blonde was flat on her back and Katya was too dazed to stop Arlene’s knees from pinning her arms to her sides. Panic filled Katya when she realized her predicament, as she was completely unable to move her arms, Arlene positioning her ass perfectly atop Katya’s exposed prized fake breasts. Katya bucked and trashed in place, and begged, “Please get off me! I didn’t’ do anything!” the blonde was screaming as she bucked and trashed. Katya’s cries for mercy fell on deaf ears as Arlene leaned forward slightly and screamed, “I promised him I wouldn’t punch that pretty little face…but it won't look so good when I get done here!” Katya was still begging and pleading when the first painful open hand slap cracked into her left cheek. The blonde’s head shot to the side in response to the singing slap, and her upper body was completely pinned in place under the Housewife who was in total control.
Katya’s stocking covered legs weekly kicked out trying to buck Arlene from her, but couldn’t budge the girl off her. Her right cheek took the next stinging smack and her head followed the direction sending her face shooting to the side and resting against the ground. Arlene was in attack mode as left, right, left her slaps cascaded down on Katya’s flawless face, the blonde was completely helpless to defend herself. Katya’s head shot left, right, left in response, as the sounds of Arlene’s smacks filled the air and were rapidly reddening the trapped beauties cheeks in the process. Katya prayed for release, kicking and trashing but couldn't move an inch, as her aching face was painfully whipped side to side. Arlene paid no attention to Katya's pleas instead continued raining smacks downward, “You are going to need that pound of makeup you wear to cover up when I get done you slut!" she screamed and continued her stream of smacks. The trapped Goddesses’ head whipped side to side and Arlene’s hands were begging to sting. Finally after almost twenty straight slaps Katya’s cheeks were beet red, and tears were dripping out of the sides of her eyes yet all she could do was beg and plead with Arlene.
Katya was in a world of pain as Arlene kept pulling upward and in seconds had the sexy blonde pulled up to her feet. As soon as Katya was standing Arlene reared back and slammed a hard right cross square into the brunette’s washboard stomach catching her just above her belly button. “I can’t punch your face…but everywhere else is free game!” Katya groaned as her head went back into the wall, just as Arlene stepped up and began firing punches like a woman possessed. Katya had no defense as her rib cage took the first punch, followed by a hook that stole her breath, and a third punch that slammed deeply into her belly. Katya could only cry out and beg the crazed Housewife who just sent punch after punch cascading into her aching midsection softening her up by the second. Arlene changed tactics and drove a hellacious uppercut smashing right into the base of Katya’s left breast sending her massive orb shooting up practically smacking the blonde in her pain wracked face. Katya’s mouth dropped open in surprised pain, stunned that the sick bitch would attack her breasts! The Housewife showed no remorse as her second punch was a nasty left that pancaked the brunette’s right breast flesh deep into her chest bone. A third and a fourth punch exploded into the brunette’s free-swinging breasts and her head rolled lifelessly side to side, her suddenly aching mounds shooting everywhere. Five, six, seven punches all slammed home squarely into Katya’s tits before her knees finally gave out and she crumpled to the floor.
"I promised him I wouldn't fuck you up to bad in here cxnt...I'm saving it for the ring so the thousands of fans can watch us destroy you...you won't be walking out of this arena in one piece you bleached blonde slut! Phyllis and I will see you in a few hours...then it's game on! No one can save you and the Hooter's slut!" Arlene yelled walking out of the dressing room, slamming the door behind her. Katya lay on the ground, her face aching, the blonde’s tits pulsing with pain, the Goddess left wondering what the fuck she got herself into having to have to go out and wrestle the woman who just kicked her ass in a few short hours.
Hope everyone enjoyed...I should have the match with the Cowgirl and Hooter's Girl posted soon!
Karsa Orlong
