Bridget’s muscles flexed and she hoisted Jan over her head. Feet up and head down, Jan was held suspended in the air -- helpless. A look of determination crossed Bridget’s red, sweat stained face. In one graceful move, Bridget slammed Jan to the ring floor.

Jan impacted on her broad sweaty back. The ring floor flexed under her weight. The back of her head bounced off the canvas. Her globe-shaped breasts rippled with the force of her fall, waves on a stormy ocean.

Bridget stood erect, her smaller breasts rising and falling as she regained her breath. Jan’s abdominals tightened and her tummy flattened. She pulled herself into a sitting position and shook her head slowly from side to side, trying to clear the fog from her brain.

Bridget pounced on Jan, a hawk swooping down on a rabbit. She grabbed Jan by the arm and stood her up.

Jan was tough and she knew she was in trouble. She grabbed for Bridget’s broad bare shoulders.

Bridget felt Jan’s breath on her face; warm, smelling of Pepsodent. A second later Bridget slammed the palm of her hand into Jan’s belly just above the vee of her trimmed pubic hair.

The blow sounded like the crack of a gunshot in the silent room. Jan’s knees buckled.

In the beginning people kept asking me: Where do you find opponents? You don't go to a sorority house. You go where the action is rough. Growing up in Texas the answer was obvious.

Grandmother's Trunk

I found the old steamer trunk in a corner of the attic. There was an inch of dust on the floor and cobwebs hanging from the rafters.

Thunder boomed and I could hear the rain slapping against the roof only a few feet above my head… I found the envelope on top of old clothes that had been pressed and put away. I opened it. 

 This is all that was in the envelope. Why did grandmother have an 8 X 10 of a nude woman stashed away in her trunk?

It started in Eddie's garage in a homemade ring. Some of the girls would get together on Friday nights...

Squeezed!

Bunny, I have found it!

The Tarot Card

It started with a Tarot card; the Moon. It was delivered to Bridget Harker late Friday afternoon.

“What does it mean?” asked Sookie.

The two sat by the pool in the courtyard of Bridget’s home.

“The Moon card. It usually means a journey.”

“You’re going on a trip?”

Bridget scowled at Sookie and said, “You are so blonde.”

“Bite me.”

“Later." Bridget tapped the card. "Strange the card arrives now. Tonight is a full moon.”

Bridget and Mountains

“That’s her. Mountains,” Sookie said to Bridget.

Bridget looked up. “Oh my God.”

A tall woman with huge breasts stood by the door.

 “Mountains, hum?”

“Yep. When she turns sideways she blots out the weather map from the coast to the Rocky Mountains.

Phyllis “Mountains” Murphy was the new weather girl on Channel 4 and the newest member of the Wilder Wrestling League.

Are they real?’

Sookie tried not to stare. “She hasn’t wrestled.”

“I hope her first opponent can hold her breath for a long time. I see a tit smother in the offing.”

“If you got it, flaunt it,” said Sookie.

“It’s what’s up front that counts and half a dozen other clichés that come to mind.”

They laughed.

Mountains looked at them. They pretended not to notice.

“She know you?”

“Haven’t met yet.”

“Me either. We’re safe.”

The girl behind the bar handed the woman a late in a paper cup and she left.

Bridget watched her go. “I want her.”

“Be careful what you wish for you might get it.” 

That evening Bridget and Sookie introduced themselves to Phyllis Murphy at the monthly meeting of the Wilder Wrestling League. At the end of the meeting, Alice, the president, went around with the gold fish bowl. The group drew opponents for their next meeting.

When it was Bridget’s turn she reached in deep and pulled out a name: Phyllis Murphy.

Sookie looked at the name, then at Bridget. “How long can you hold your breath?”