How Barbara got trashed by Trish Stratus

[maskedwriter]

Amazing how many people have catfight fantasies involving their mother.
The character referred to as ?Fitfan? in this story wrote to me, on another board, and wanted a story in which his mother, Barbara, would get trashed by a wrestling diva or fitness model. His first choice was Trish Stratus.
So I made this story.


How Barbara got trashed by Trish Stratus.

By The Masked Writer


The wrestlers are gone and the training gym is almost empty, except for a few people sitting on chairs looking at the wrestling ring in the middle of the place.
They are laughing, talking loud and drinking beer. There is the McMahon family, The Masked Writer and Fitfan.
In the ring are Trish Stratus and Barbara, staring at each other.

Both women have a few things in common.
Both are standing in a wrestling ring, each one in her own corner, staring at each other.
Both are wearing black hotpants and tanktops, with wrestling boots. (Though Barbara had a lot more trouble lacing those properly., by lack of habit)
Both are boiling inside, in a mixture of fear, anger and disbelief, though they are not afraid for the same reason, and not angry at the same person.
That?s about all they have in common.

Trish is mightily pissed off at her bosses, the whole McMahon tribe. They really coerced her at doing this.
What she is afraid of, is that if anybody takes picture of this ?fight? and those pictures goes on the Internet, it would be the most embarrassing thing she would have ever done in her whole career !
She would make a fool of herself. Wrestlers do a lot of that but, even for them, there is a limit.
And fighting this poor excuse for a woman is beneath contempt.
But a boss is a boss and money talks.

All this because they made that stupid bet with that Masked guy, that the woman would never really accept to jump in the ring against her. She had shouted insults at Trish at that wrestling match. Trish had answered and challenged her with the classic ?jump in the ring with me!? line and the woman said ?yes!?.
That is when McMahon talked to the Masked Writer. Big Mc bet that the woman would not do it for real and would back off. Big Mask bet she would. The masked man won.
Trish is mighty pissed off indeed.

She would be even more pissed off if she knew that the Masked guy knew things McMahon didn?t and, therefore, was pretty sure he would win the bet.

On the other hand, what Barbara is afraid off, is simply to get hurt and humiliated.
She is mostly pissed off at herself and can?t understand how she has come to say yes to this match.
Actually, she is thinking at how things went after that wrestling show she had been with her son, Fitfan, and can?t believe she acted as she did.
Why had she shouted insults to Trish ? Well, that can happen : she always had a tendency to talk too much.
She could understand that her remarks about the ?fake boobs? might have angered the Canadian-born chick.
But what Barbara cannot fathom is : why did she accept the challenge when Trish told her ?come fight with me, if you dare !?
What she could even less fathom is : why has she not back off when her son?s friend, The Masked Writer, made that bet with McMahon ?
Barbara never was a fighter and she never, never would have dreamed of getting in the ring with one of those young athletes for a real fight ! She is scared shit of them !
But that night she felt like she could take on the world and destroy it with her bare hands if need be.

And now she is here, scared shit and angry at herself.

Of course, she would be a lot more angry still if she knew that the liquor she drank during that famous night at the wrestling show had been peppered with a healthy dose of ecstasy and that was why she felt soooo powerful.

And she would be angry, not at herself but at her son if she knew that he put that stuff in her glass.

Because he, with the help of the Masked Writer, wanted to see this fight happening.

But she doesn?t know.
Just as Trish doesn?t know the Masked Writer knew the drink was drugged and predicted she would react as she did.

Actually he suggested the trick to Fitfan.

Fitfan, who is sitting now between the masked man and the McMahon and can?t believe his luck. For the others it is just one more show to look at, but for him, it is the dream of a lifetime that is going to happen.
He is going to see his mom wrestle one of the WWE divas.

Not an even match, though. But that?s okay with him.


On one side, there is Trish, 31 yrs old blonde, dark eyed 5 ft 4, 125 pounds of hard muscle. Her incredible DD is probably not real but there is nothing phoney about the rest of her body. She looks like a bronze statue with her supple, yet hard-rock arms and broad shoulders, her flat six-pack abs and firm buttocks. And then there is those incredible hips, thighs, legs, that moves like those of some great cat. One can see the work of the muscles under the bronze skin.
Trish Stratus is all strength, power and agility.

At the other end of the ring stands Barbara. Contrary to Trish, her black hotpants and tops don?t really serve her well. She has the body you can expect from an unfit middle-aged woman. Barbara is 54, 5 ft 1 and weighs 108 pounds top. Medium sized, sagging breast, small, soft tummy, flabby butt and toneless skinny legs and saggy arms. Add pale skin and medium length red hair and you about figured her out. Being a smoker, she is a little out of breath just from walking to the ring and climbing the stairs.
How is she going to do against Trish ?

McMahon puts his hands on each side of his mouth and shouts :

-?Ladies, get ready to rrrumble !

Barbara is even paler than usual as the blood flows from her face. Nevertheless, she walks to the middle of the ring, trying very hard to keep her composure. Her skinny legs are shaking a bit, though.
Trish also walks to the middle of the ring, with a half disgusted/half amused look on her face.
She stares at Barbara, measuring her up from head to toe, wondering what that skinny old woman is going to do against her.
Barbara also measures Trish. She feels like a block of ice as landed in her belly. She wonders what she is going to do, how she is going to move or hurt the 125 pounds of bronzed muscle she has in front of her.
Now that hey are standing close to each other, the contrast between them becomes even more striking.
Trish is a good 3 inches taller but, weighing almost 20 pounds more than Barbara, she looks twice as thick, and her broad shoulders looks twice as large as Barbara?s bony ones.
And what a difference between her ample, rock-solid bosom and Barbara?s saggy boobs ! Trish toned, muscular arms makes it look like she could break one of Barbara?s skinny forearms between her fingers.
Trish?s stomach shows an impressive six-pack that could as well have been sculpted in bronze while Barbara?s flabby, pasty, white belly quivers like jelly at every move she makes.
Barbara?s skinny legs looks barely strong enough to carry her when compared to Trish?s streamlined, muscular, ones.

Fitfan has never been so excited. He is already hard as rock.

Then the bell rings.

With cat-like agility, Trish puts herself in position, bending her knees, lowering her upper torso and lifting her arms as to have her hands face-high. The quickness of her move startled Barbara who steps clumsily backward with a squeak.

Trish smiles and says :

-?Already scared ? We haven?t even begun, grandma !?

Her face snow-white, Barbara tries to emulate Trish?s position, as best as she can, which is not very good.
Both women starts slowly circling around each other. Trish makes a feint, mimicking an attack to Barbara?s legs. The older woman squeaks and steps backward once again. Trish laughs and starts teasing Barbara with a series of false attacks, mimicking first a slap to the face, then a kick, then simply rushing forward with a growl. Every time, Barbara is startled and makes totally ineffectual and belated moves with her hand to protect herself, shrieking in fear.
Trish is laughing.
Is it her laugh ? Her whole attitude ? The fact that having her son seeing this humiliating experience hurts Barbara?s feelings ? Anyway, she suddenly becomes red with anger and then, she does the incredible.
She takes the offensive.
She rushes forward, trying to grab Trish?s blond mane.
The experienced wrestler easily dodges the rather clumsy and slow assault by a simple step sideway. Barbara?s hand hits only empty air and she almost falls on her face, getting slightly off balance.
Then Trish gives her a light kick to her saggy buttocks. That is just enough to finish setting her off balance and Barbara falls down. She catches herself on her hands and knees, not hurt but embarrassed.
She gets back up as quick as she can. Not very quick by a pro wrestler?s standard.
With a smug smile on her beautiful face, Trish has walked closer to Barbara. As the older woman turns back to face her, the wrestler makes a loud ?Boooo !? startling Barbara who freezes there.
Trish breaks in laughter. She then looks at the men in the audience and shouts :
-?You can?t be serious ! She can?t fight !?
But as she let her attention away from her opponent, she doesn?t see Barbara?s face becoming red with anger again and suddenly, the 54 yr-old mother jumps on Trish and catches her in a clumsy headlock. A soft noise of flesh against flesh can be heard as Barbara?s flab meets Trish?s muscle with predictable results. Trish screams in surprise as Barbara musters all her strength, trying to bring down the young wrestler to the mat.
Of course, she can?t do that. Actually, Trish?s head hardly lowers as she stiffens her neck muscles, which is enough to resist Barbara?s weak grip. The older woman puffs and groan for a few seconds, her face beet-red with effort as well as anger and frustration.
The Trish mumbles something that sounds like ?O.K ! If that is what you want??
Then the wrestling diva circles Barbara?s flabby torso with her arms, slips her tanned, muscular left leg before her opponents scrawny white one, and then twist her waist in a sexy, supple moves : a classic hiptoss.

Barbara let go a scream of terror as she feels her feet leave the ground. Fitfan, in a split-second, catches a glimpse of his mother?s terrified expression before her head takes the plunge and she flies, feet over head.

Not being trained at all for that kind of stunts, Barbara has no position or technique to soften her landing. She just falls on the mat, disarticulated like a rag doll.
If it had been a concrete floor instead of the soft, springing surface of ring, she could have broken a rib or two. As it is, her flesh shakes as her back hits the mat and all the air in her lungs is expelled with a noisy sigh. Her arms and legs are spread and she remains immobile for a moment, emitting only a painful moan , and then, blowing like a steam engine, as she tries to catch her breath back.

Trish could finish her off right there but she decides that, if that is what the boss wants, she might as well use it as a practice. She just wait, her hands on her hips and a smile on her lips, while Barbara painfully tries to move, rolling on her side, then breathing for a few seconds before getting on all four with difficulty, then raising on her feet. It all take a good 30 seconds for the older woman, breathing so very hard her ribs shows, nearly blinded by tear, already covered in sweat, to finally stand, her legs shaking.
The Trish says : ?It take some training to do that stuff, Granny ! And you are obviously a couch potato.?

Then the blonde diva puts herself in wrestling position.

Barbara seems to hesitate for a moment, then Trish adds :

-?Your son?s looking and seeing that you are chickenshit.?

Barbara charges.

And gets hiptossed again, being thrown over Trish?s round hip like a sack of potatoes, but of the screaming variety.
Once again she lands noisily on the mat, legs and arms fidgeting aimlessly in the air.
She remains prostrated on the mat for a moment, winded and folding meekly her arms around her torso.

Then she seems to put herself together and, once again, rolls on the side and rises on her knees. She keeps her head down and breathes hard. Fitfan can seen his mother?s flabby breast going up and down, her ribs showing and drops of sweat rolling down on the small rolls of fat on her pale belly.

Then she put one feet on the ground and starts to rise on her feet. With cat-like agility and speed, Trish Stratus jumps on her and, doubling over just above Barbara?s shoulder, puts her arms behind her opponent?s back, slips them under her arm pits and locks her hands on the older woman?s stomach. Mustering all her feline strength, Trish then lift Barbara from the ground, effectively performing a magnificent supplex on the 54 yr-old lightweight.
Barbara?s scream seems to last forever as her meagre 108 pounds are lifted in the air, her legs going once more above her head, and then is thrown brutally to the mat, where she lands with a loud bang and an even louder ?Oooof!?.
Her whole flabby body wriggles in pain as she is trying to catch her breath again. She hits the mat with her punch in a feeble gesture of frustration.

Then Trish puts her right foot on Barbara?s shoulder and shouts to McMahon :
-?Let?s call it a victory, will you ??
Then Barbara has a sudden resurrection and catch Trish?s foot with both her hand, pushing it away, as much as she can, swearing between her teeth, with a winded voice. Trish almost loses her balance and has to step back a little.
-?Is there some life left in that carcass ?? She asks, looking, with a look of contempt, at Barbara who is trying very hard to put herself together and get up.

With a surprising upsurge of energy, Barbara gets to her feet and throws a punch at Trish. Well, she tries to throw a punch. But she has so little force in it that she would have missed by a few inches even if the wrestler had not moved, which she does, easily dodging the blow.

Barbara, pulled by her own impetus, hit the empty air and falls down, face first on the mat.
Trish, apparently, has enough : she jumps on her opponent and, like she weighs nothing, lift her slightly from the mat and, before, the tired 54 yrs old can react, sit down and throws her bronze-like strong legs around her victim?s body, taking her in a deadly scissor lock.

Fitfan is in a semi-hypnotic state as he sees the contrast between his mother?s weakness and Trish?s power, Barbara?s white, flabby flesh being squeezed by the diva?s tanned, supple and powerful muscular limbs, literally crushing her.

Trish rolls on the side, lifting a hapless Barbara and slamming her backward on the mat. Then she squeezes Barbara?s soft, white, waist with her muscular, golden, thighs. Barbara screams and tries to push Trish?s legs apart with her hands, but she is much too weak and her scrawny arms can?t even move the young panther?s incredibly strong and beautiful thighs. She then tries to scratch Trish?s beautiful face.
The diva catches Barbara?s skinny wrists with her hands and easily immobilizes her showing how powerless she is in her hand. Barbara cries and screams, her skinny legs kicking the empty air uselessly, the soft flesh dangling on her thighs and underarms. She looks like she is about to be cut in two as Trish?s muscular thighs digs into her own flabby belly. To no avail : Trish Stratus is toying with her, mercilessly closing in her powerful legs around her victim?s frail and weak body. She screams in pain, her red-haired head going back and forth and tears rolling down her face, mixing with the beaming sweat that now covers her.
Trish?s golden skin and the muscles bulging underneath contrast with Barbara?s pale, weak, skinny and flabby legs, arms and torso.
Finally, something distinct goes out of Barbara?s mouth :

-?I give ! I giiive ! Shit let me go, I give !?

The bell rings. With a disgusted look on her face, Trish pulls her beautiful legs apart, freeing Barbara, who?s pale body rolls aside. Barbara folds on herself in a foetal position while Trish jumps on her feet with agility and raises her arms.

McMahon shouts :

-?Winner of the first fall : Trish !?

The young woman lowers her arms and look at McMahon with a mixture of disgust and disbelief.

-?? another fall ? You can?t be serious !?

Even in her sorry state, Barbara heard the wrestling tycoon and, holding her ribs and trying to breathe, looks at them through her tears.

Another fall?

Trish knows better than to argue with the McMahon tribe, so she just walks to her corner, disgusted.

Barbara is still trying to come back to life. She pulls herself on all four and crawls this way to a corner. It is not even the one facing Trish?s. She is just too dizzy to pay attention. Once in the corner, she simply sits on the mat, her back on the lower turnbuckle.

Fitfan can see her shoulders moving as she sobs. Pain, humiliation, exhaustion and fear of what will happen next.

Trish starts talking to her.

-?Now, lady, you wanted that match ! But why ? You are such a weakling ! A no good, old, tired, flabby weak excuse for an opponent !?

Trish hopes that the verbal abuse will cowers the older woman into not resisting and let herself be defeated. This way she won?t have to hurt her. The diva has enough of this and wants to finish it as quick as possible.

But the mean words are actually hurting Barbara?s pride. Fitfan can see her clenching her fist, even in her weak condition. He knows his mother and guess that, what she thinks is :
-? You?re not going to abuse me like this in front of my son ! I?ll show you ! I don?t know how, but I?ll show you !?

Slowly, Barbara stops crying. She uses the ropes to pull herself back on her feet. She takes a few deep breaths, showing her ribs and making her flabby breast go up and down. It is still hard to breathe : all those years of smoking are not helping her. Her whitish body is soaked in sweat.

The bell rings. Second fall.

With a mixture of disgusted and amused look on her face, Trish walks to the middle of the ring, moving like a great cat while Barbara does so like her feet are weighing a ton each. She raises her skinny arms in front of her, in a pitiful attempt at a defensive position, soft flesh dangling on her underarms.

Then, when she is at about a arm?s length of her opponent, Barbara puts her arms forward, opening her fingers. Trish?s face grins with disbelief.
-?A test of strength ??

On his chair, Fitfan can?t believe it either. His mother is challenging Trish to a test of strength ?

With a smile, the wrestling diva locks her fingers with Barbara?s. Her forearms look twice as big as Barbara?s.

As can be expected, the ?test? doesn?t last long, even though Trish takes her time. Still smiling, she forces Barbara?s wrists backward. The older woman resists with all her energy but, in a second, she is sinking on her knees, her face red with pain and effort.

Then Fitfan sees what his mother had in mind by that ridiculous challenge. Barbara suddenly let herself fall backward, lifting her legs and throws a kick straight between Trish?s bronze legs, below her firm stomach, in a word, she kicks her to the cunt.

The blow was slow and clumsy and Trish saw it coming a millisecond before the moment when it was going to connect. She backed off as much as she could with Barbara?s still holding her hand. The older woman?s foot connects with the blonde?s pussy just the same. It doesn?t do all the damage it could have but it hurts nevertheless. Trish squeaks, doubles over in pain and takes a few steps backward, her beautiful face red and contorted, her hands covering her privates. When she raises her head she has tears in her eyes.

Barbara gets back on her feet as quickly as she can, rubbing her hands together because she still feels the pain of that test of strength. Not quick enough, though, because Trish has already wiped the tears from her eyes.

From a distance, Fitfan looks at Trish?s face and sees that his mother as provoked the last thing she would want.

She made Trish angry.

Slightly reeling on her legs, Barbara dashes towards Trish who is already raising her head.
The older lady stretches her arms, trying to catch Trish?s hair. Then Trish sends a swift, brutal, backhand to Barbara?s face.

The blow makes a sharp noise of flesh on flesh and sends the red-head spinning on herself, arms beating the air, one leg off the ground.
Barbara staggers and manages with difficulty to keep enough balance not to fall down. She looks around with the empty stare of a groggy fighter and slowly turns her face toward her opponent.

Trish moves her finger in the moves that means ?Come here!? and says :

-?C?mon, bitch ! Try to hit me again !?

Barbara, still dizzy, clenches her fist and raises them but doesn?t dare to attack. She looks like she is ready to turn back run away from the angry diva.

Seeing this, Trish Stratus, with a hand quick as lightning, slaps Barbara on the cheek. Not a real blow but enough to make the older woman?s cheek red. Barbara raises her arms to protect her face and Trish goes for a punch to Barbara?s flabby stomach. Once again, she did not put any power in it but it made Barbara doubles over and try to protect her torso with her hands, which gives an opening for another slaps to the face.

It last like this a few seconds, Trish slapping and punching, never strong enough to hurt and Barbara making clumsy attempts to protect herself. As many inexperienced fighter she only protects to part of her body who has just been hit, leaving each time an opening for a blow somewhere else.

Trish is toying with her, and insulting her at the same time.

-?C?mon ol?hag ! You?re supposed to be my opponent ! You?re pathetic ! I guess your son is ashamed of you, now !?

This last sentence, couple with a light slap on Barbara?s flabby, medium-sized boobs, finally spurs the red-head into action.

She dashes towards Trish with a growl and punches her to the stomach.

The clumsy left hook might as well have been thrown on a wall of brick, for all the damage it does to Trish?s six-pack. She doesn?t even blink.

Then the diva puts one of her claw-like hand on the 54 yrs-old and, putting all her 125 pds of muscle in it, pushes brutally, sending Barbara flying backward and falling on the mat with a slam.

The winded and bruised Barbara stays still for a few seconds, her ribcage expanding and deflating slowly, arms and legs spread in a ?X? position.

Trish comes closer and towers over her hapless victim.

?What a piece of trash you are!? she said.

Then she bends down and catches a fistful of Barbara?s red hair, forcing her to get up. Barbara is like a rag doll in her aggressor?s powerful hands. Her pale body is almost limp and she grabs Trish?s wrist, trying uselessly to make her give up her grip.
Trish?s forces her in a sitting position, still verbally abusing her *?C?mon ! Get up ! You wimp !? while Barbara, still trying to resist, folds her arms around Trish?s muscular legs, trying to trip her. The young wrestler doesn?t even stagger. Then, as Trish is slowly pulling her up, Barbara grabs her opponent?s belt and pulls down her hotpants.
Feeling her lower abdomen being denuded, Trish let go of Barbara?s hair and, with a scream, steps back, pulling her pants up.
Barbara is on her knees and she pales when she sees the look on Trish?s face.
This time, the wrestling diva is furious. And the last thing the older woman wants is to be in a wrestling ring with a furious Trish Stratus.

A surge of adrenalin, caused by fear, gives some energy back into Barbara?s tired limbs and she turns her back at Trish, crawling towards the ropes.

Trish runs after her, swearing and cussing. She grabs the rear of Barbara?s athletic tops and pulls her backward.
Before Barbara has the time to think about it, Trish brutally pulls her top over her head, revealing Barbara?s snow white, flabby breast.
Barbara screams and, once more, tries to run away on all four, so scared she doesn?t even try to hide her breast.

Trish has already thrown the top away and she now goes for Barbara?s hotpants.
The older lady has reached the ropes grabs the lower one, desperately trying to pull herself out of the ring.
At that very moment, Trish grabs the belt of Barbara?s pants and pulls them along her legs, showing in full light Barbara?s 54 yrs-old soft, pasty butts and grey-brown bush.
Fitfan?s mother rolls out of the ring with a scream, falling down heavily on the carpeted floor where she frantically tries to get up and run away, wobbling on her feet.

She doesn?t go far. Trish slides under the ropes like lightning and catches her victim in a reverse bear hug. She lifts her from the ground and literally throws her back in the ring like a sack of potatoes.
As the naked woman rolls under the ropes, one can hear her crying :
-?Nooooo !?
Like a panther, Trish Stratus has already jumped back in the ring.
A naked, panicked and exhausted Barbara is still trying to put herself together and rise on her hands and knees when Trish grabs a handful of her hair and brutally forces her up.
Barbara shrieks when the blonde slips one hand over her shoulder and another one under her crotch. The shriek becomes a scream when she feels herself lifted in the air, above the wrestler?s shoulders.

Trish puts all her power in a frightful bodyslam.

Fitfan feels his stomach sinking (And other parts of his body raising) as he sees his mother?s white body hitting the mat and bouncing off, her legs and arms flapping, flesh quivering all over.

Barbara remains still, almost limp. Only her head is slowly moving left and right, her breast, almost flat on her torso going up and down, nipples pointing to the ceiling, covered with beaming sweat. Her arms and legs are spread in a ?X? , leaving her pussy for all to see.

Her face still pinched with anger, Trish towers above her motionless victim. She waits while Barbara is rolling aside. The older woman doesn?t seem to have enough strength left to get up. At a distance from the ring, the audience can hear her breath, hissing.
Trish Stratus doubles over and catches Barbara?s soft upper harm, pulling her up, helping her to get back on her feet.
As soon as Barbara stands erect, though staggering, the diva snatches her wrist and, using all her weight, whips her towards the ropes.
A wobbling Barbara, her tits flying around, hits the ropes and bounces back towards her opponent. As she tries to face Trish, trying to see where she is going, she gets hit on the upper torso by a formidable clothesline.

A painful but weak ?ooooof !? can be heard as the air leaves her lungs brutally and her feet lift abruptly from the ground. Her arms flapping like wings, Barbara makes a spectacular fall, her back landing on the mat with a deafening noise.

She stays down, lying on her back. Trish then mercilessly stomps with her right foot in Fitfan?s mom flabby stomach.

Barbara rolls on the side, folding her body in a foetal position.

Showing no mercy, Trish grabs Barbara by the hair again and starts forcing her up once more. Then she puts her arms under her crotch and above her shoulder, lifting again like she is going to bodyslam her once again.
Instead of what she brutally knees and drops the older woman?s scrawny body on her knee, in a classic backbreaker. Barbara?s back arches backward like she is going to break in two. She makes no sound except a weak squeak. Her head almost touches the mat and her ribs looks like they are going to pop out of her torso.
The Trish throws her opponent?s limp body away. Barbara rolls on the mat and immobilizes on her back, completely motionless except for the faint movement of her rib cage, showing that she is breathing.

She is now a completely limp, naked, white, skinny, flabby body lying on the mat. Still moving her muscular and nimble body like a big cat, Trish dives forward, splashing across Barbara?s upper body.
Then she rises on her knees, keep one finger on Barbara?s naked, soft breast, and counts, showing the fingers of her other hand :

-?One ! Two ! Three !?


The victorious diva then gets up and raises her arms. Then she stares at the small audience.

-?This is over. I hope you?re happy !?

She then turns her back to her hapless victim and, with agility, jumps over the ropes, down on the gym?s floor and walks away.

Fitfan wonders what he should do now. Barbara?s body lies limp on the mat. Her head his moving slightly from side to side, and she is breathing : the nipples on her flabby, flat breasts are going up and down.
All her naked, pale body is covered in sweat.

She is utterly destroyed.

Trish is still angry as she goes to the showers to remove the sweat from her beautiful body and try to forget this embarrassing display as quick as possible.

Barbara is just happy this is finished. Her whole body screams with pain.

As for the McMahon, it is just another day?s work.

And a story for The Masked Writer

The end.

[MikeJV]

That was a blast, thoroughly enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing it with us.

MikeJV

[Jessikafights]

Hi Masked

Have read this before, but I really enjoy your stories - they're always well-written, polished & more stylish than most (incl. my own) - please keep writing.

Maybe just one constructive comment: perhaps better (at least for me, I don't know about others?) would be not to have the sentence at the start (or in the title of the story) where you already let everyone know who is going to be trashed. I usually prefer not to know the outcome beforehand, otherwise it takes some of the fun away (for me at least).

Meaow!
Jessika

<font color="#a62a2a" size="1">[ August 19, 2006 11:06 AM: Message edited by: Jessikafights ]</font>

[maskedwriter]

Hi Jessika,

Of course, as a rule, you are absolutely right : the punch should not be given away in the title of the story.

But in this peculiar case, I broke that rule because the guy who requested it wanted to be sure not to miss it. I wanted to make sure he knew what story it was. And since he specifically asked that Barbara be torn to pieces, he already knew how it was gonna end.

And besides : How could there be any doubt about how a fight between Trish and Poor Old Barbara would end ?
Obviously what can make such a stroy interesting can only be : how bad a beating she is gonna take ?how will she fare ? will she be able to put some kind of a fight ? But not who is gonna win !

Actually for me, the hardest part to figure out was : "How could Barbara possibily end up in a wrestling ring with a wrestling diva ?"

Thanks for your comments.

The Masked Writer