The Vintage Versus the Vogue, 1

From 1987 to 1997 Lisa Lexton dominated the women's wrestling circuit, holding every prominent championship belt at one time or another.   A much publicized affair with Lance Vincard led to her premature retirement not so much from the affair but from the pregnancy that resulted. 

Now eighteen years later Lisa's daughter Rebekka has launched her own wrestling career.   Rebekka managed to became a high school state wrestling champion despite  opposition owing to her gender.   Immediately after graduating high school, she spent the summer at a wrestling camp.   She inspired her still single mom to return to the wrestling circuit at the age of 46.   Good genes and a healthy lifestyle preserved much of Lisa's beauty.  Most men would guess her age at thirty-something.

The wrestling scene has changed dramatically since Lisa last wrestled.   She declined to appear on cable wrestling for a short run banking on nostalgia.  Instead Lisa elected to work the indie circuit with her daughter.  In between live events she and Rebekka decided to work the taped match venue, various promotions being in the vicinity of many live matches.   Her first shoot match pitted her against Jayne Kalamity, former reality star and up-and-coming wrestling star.  Jayne briefly worked as a MMA fighter.  While not undefeated, she racked up twelve impressive wins by knock outs with only two losses, one by submission, the other by decision.  Her in-ring brutality landed her a number of suspensions before she was ultimately banned from competing.  Now in her third year of wrestling her reputation for fighting hard and dirty has left many women unwilling to fight with her in the squared circle. 

Jayne was incredibly upset at having a match scheduled against Lisa.   "I don't want my image to sink with this has-been," she told the booker with Lisa standing right beside him.  "I'll fight her daughter.  The teen high school champion versus the Queen of Wrestling Reality.  Now that will sell."  Lisa, well-aware of Jayne's notoriety, understandably feared for her daughter's well-being.  "Fight me," she countered.  "Win and then we can talk about a match with Rebekka."

Their contract was signed that day.  Jayne was happy to accept her terms.   Rebekka was pissed that her mother made a decision for her.  "Bullies don't frighten me," she screamed at her mom afterwards.   "I thought you would believe in me.  And I'm eighteen.  I'm not a freaking child."   A strong relationship between mother and daughter meant the drama of this brouhaha simmered only briefly before cooling. 

But what neither women anticipated was the ferocity of Jayne Kalamity.  She wanted to destroy Lisa.   As a child she had always rooted against the famous female face.   She saw this as her opportunity to right every match in which Lisa had survived an incredible beatdown only to score the pinfall.

The day arrived for their shoot match.  Rebekka wanted to be present but she worked part-time as an aerobics instructor.  She was booked to teach a class that evening.   Lisa arrived early.   She spent a solid hour warming up in the ring.  Jayne arrived predictably late.   As soon as she walked into the facility, she was impatient, barking obscenities at the cameraman for not being ready to go. 

Jumping into the ring she stormed up to Lisa.  "Look at you lost in eighties fashion," she scoffed.   Lisa was wearing a modest blue one-piece.   Her nipples protruded out against the fabric, modestly teasing and advertising her sexiness.  Jayne, on the other hand, looked as if she were a Kardashian getting ready to lay out for a selfie:  a shiny gold slingshot was stretched around her ample fame and barely covered her silicone-enhanced breasts.   She poked the protrusion of Lisa's nipple.  "Girl, don't wet yourself."  A thick Jersey accent coated her voice.  She licked her lips.  "Maybe I'll nurse you to sleep," she said wickedly in reference to her humiliating breast smother finishing move. 

Lisa simply smirked.  "Bring it on," she dared.

"Oh my god," exclaimed Jayne, her tone clearly mocking and sarcastic, "nineties is so, like, retro."  With her finger still planted on Jayne's chest, she jabbed it repeatedly as if ringing a doorbell.  "Wait, wait, wait, you traveled in time to get here." 

Lisa was beginning to feel more than a little annoyed, but she continued to smile.  "It's time for you to get schooled."

Jayne burst out laughing.  She recast the phrase in a passable pseudo-Russian Arnie accent: "It's time for you to get schooled."   She grinned madly.   "I'm gonna terminate your sorry ass," she predicted in her own Jersey intonation.

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I'll get back to Natasha soon, but two things inspired me today:  some 90s wrestling on Youtube and a photo of Elle Macpherson looking smoking hot, hence this little vignette.  I opted for a triptych because I wanted to give a full view of both Lisa and Jayne.   I don't intend to give a play-by-play of the match, but the outcome will be delivered.  And I got some promo pics of Rebekka to share.