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Continued from part 2: Back in her hotel room, Jody replayed her match against Linda in her mind. Her body aching from the pounding she took, the deep red scratches on her back, the throbbing headache; all were clear signs of the battle she had with the statuesque pro wrestler. She gave Linda credit for putting up such a fight; she really thought no pro wrestler could be that tough. |
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Jody slowly took off her clothes and made her way to the shower. The steaming hot water poured down over her skin, pulsating over her aching body. Jody thought of what had happened and the changes she was experiencing. It wasn’t that long ago that it was the love of competition and the thrill of victory was all that motivated her. But now, she seemed to enjoy more and more dominating and humiliating other women, even hurting them. Jody had never felt this way before, and the changes confused her. |
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Jody kept busy over the next few weeks with session matches. She enjoyed the session matches, but only for the money – the women she fought weren’t very good, but the money sure was. Jody also took a few pro indie matches. The money was terrible – sometimes as little as $50 – but she enjoyed wrestling the other pros. These matches were all predetermined, but her opponents were often tough, well-trained women. A few promoters even let Jody and her opponent wrestle shoot-style, as long as the outcome was respected. But Jody’s pro career was soon to end. One night in a forgettable small town in the middle of nowhere, Jody was wrestling the “Amazon Queen,” a sadistic bodybuilder hated by all the other women. The promoter, of course, loved her as she was a crowd favourite. |
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The two women had agreed in advance that they would shootfight until the referee gave them the signal. As the match progressed though, Jody was getting madder and madder, as the Queen repeatedly attacked her breasts and groin (much to the delight of the crowd). Then, when the referee gave her signal to end the match, Jody decided it was payback time. Grabbing her opponent’s head between her thighs, she folded her legs over completing the figure-four headscissors. The referee tried to force Jody to stop – this wasn’t how the match was supposed to end. The Amazon Queen, meanwhile, frantically pounded the mat but to no avail. Jody continued squeezing as hard as she could as the referee and other wrestlers tried to pry Jody off her opponent. Jody only released her grip when she felt her opponent’s body go limp. |
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Back in the dressing room, the promoter was yelling at Jody. “What the fuck was that! You could have killed her! You’re finished, goddamn-it, finished in this sport.” Jody just shrugged. The dressing room door opened, and the Queen, sobbing uncontrollably and supported by the ringside nurse and another wrestler, staggered into the room. Jody ignored her, picked up her sports bag and left. |