Impoverished Pedestal
Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2021 4:54 am
Writers Disclaimer: This story is being co-written in googledocs by me and infogeek247. When we get to stopping points we will post them in sections on the site. As for the story itself, please be aware that in this universe super heroes don't exist (at this time). It very much mirrors real life. However, some folk, like the protagonist in the story, are treated and dare I say worshipped as super heroes or god-tier due to their stunning feats in the realm of sports and combat. It should also be noted that the protagonist's name is Valora, who should NOT be confused with any other character named Valora on this site or any other site. Lastly, in this universe professional wrestling is real, not scripted or fake or choreographed, lol (because it's still real to me damnit!). Thank you, and I apologize for my writing skill not being on par with most of y'all.
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VALORA THOMAS
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“Va-lor-a”
“Va-lor-a”
“Va-lor-a”
The crowd sung the praises of the greatest female combatant in combat sports history as she danced for them in the ring. It had been a long day for her; she’d been up since five in the morning getting the brand spanking new gym prepared for the Grand Opening. The day itself had been a thrilling one with energetic training seminars, fun games, and heaps of interviews with major news and sports networks who’d sought out the undisputed G.O.A.T. of female combat sports, “The Karate Cutie” Valora Thomas, to boost their ratings through the roof. And now, as night fell over New York City, she was able to pedal the festivities down to the final event she’d planned.
“Okay, okay, I need to stop making myself look silly with this dancing”, Valora exclaimed.
She stopped and bowed, eliciting a big applause from the crowd and media packed so tightly around the ring and walls of the gym. She took a moment to marvel at her accomplishment. She now had four mega-gyms, a series strategically placed coast to coast: Los Angeles, California. Dallas, Texas. Minneapolis, Minnesota. New York City, New York.
Life couldn’t possibly be better for her.
“Now, it’s time for my little special event…” Valora giggled excitedly. “One lucky soul out there will get the chance to go one on one with me and put the things I trained you to use in an epic effort to defeat me, soooo who’s it gonna be?”
She grinned a mile wide and did a slow twirl to survey the prospects. Some of the older (hornier) teen boys in the largely childrens crowd moved their way up front, eyeing the elite apex fighter clad so deliciously in her mega-cute pink and white wrestling shorts, matching top, and matching boots. “You”, Valora boomed, pointing at a little girl who’d climbed onto her brother’s shoulders to stand out among the throng.
“I like your go-getterness. Come on down..”
The spectators cheered the little girl as she was escorted into the ring and greeted by her hero, who asked for a name. “Emily,” the excited girl, all of eight years old, replied. Valora smiled and reminded Emily of some of the things that she taught earlier, and then the duel began.
It was a quick fight, with Emily capturing Valora’s arm and Judo tossing her up and over, then right into a DDT. Valora drew on her acting chops from her roles in the blockbuster series of super-hero movies she'd been featured in, and sold it like a champ by lying there sprawled out “unconscious”. Emily pinned her and another kid excitedly counted the 1-2-3!
Valora sat up “groggily” and raised Emily’s hand in victory, then awarded her a championship belt that mirrored one Valora had won.
Denise watched as Valora “performed”. She looked at the slightly taller, toned woman. There was no doubt she was good. She was also very beautiful, and the pink and white tight outfit showed off her muscles and her breasts and ass.
Denise was a very good wrestler herself. She was victorious in her fights, but was always compared to Valora, “Not as good”, “never match up”, “not as great or special as their “Katie Cutie”. Denise was on a different circuit, and she knew the woman did not know her. But she will soon. Everyone will know her name. She would show them, show that dark haired woman who was better, who deserved to be the champion. She knew it would take time, but eventually, even the great Valora will admit that she was better.
Denise was in blue tight leather pants, a light blue top and black boots. She was in the front of the crowd, making sure that she could see every move of the performance, and look for any advantage.
She watched as Valora held up the belt that would soon belong to her.
“Now, as always with these types of events, I’ll open the floor to a question and answer session.”
Valora gestured to the fans and many shot their hand in the air. One of the raised hands caught her attention the most because it wasn’t from the predominantly kids in the gym, it was from an adult clad in tight blue leather pants.
“Ma’am?” Val said curiously with a vexed brow and motioned to the woman. “Fire away”.
Denise smiled as she looked her up and down.
“I was wondering, have you ever been in the ring with a real woman who was a challenge for you? Someone who almost won over you, or have your opponents always been defeated?”
Valora didn’t like the tone of “real” woman the lady spoke of; it was borderline disrespect.
“All of my opponents have been a challenge to some degree. It’s very hard to come up with a fight plan to beat someone in professional combat sports. Everybody's elite.”
It was a true statement but Valora had made it look easy across two elite sports: MMA in the UFC and in professional wrestling at Extreme Wrestling Corporation and Southern Rebellion Wrestling.
Some of her fans expounded on this, boasting about Valora’s 22-0 record and UFC championship reign before her excursion into professional wrestling where she amassed the longest reigning EWC Television Championship reign before signing with SRW. Her only defeat had come in a tag team match where her partner was the one who got pinned and defeated, a detail that her fans made sure to clarify to the woman.
“Oh, I understand that you are undefeated, and who your opponents were. And someone good. But they never stood a chance of pinning you, or put you in danger of being close to losing. It could be your skill. Or maybe because you have not faced an opponent that is your equal… or better.” Denise said.
“It seems that you have never really faced a challenging opponent.” She added.
Val cocked her head.
“Could be my skill? It definitely was skill; those were tough women.” She corrected the mysterious woman.
“But I suppose I can see your point too. From an outside-in looksie it does appear I’ve never faced a challenge.” She conceded.
Valora gave her a small smile and nodded. She tried to move on to the next question giver, but....
“I may be an outsider, but I do know skill and ability. And your opponents while good, are not really up to your level. They really did not stand a chance against you. Did you do that on purpose? Make sure you did not fight someone at your skill level? So, you keep your appearance of being unbeatable?”
Denise eyed her with a genuine curiosity.
“Did your manager look hard to find challenging opponents? Maybe people outside of your league? Women who were not enthralled by the great Valora? Women who could pin you to the mat? Just like that young lady?”
Little Emily looked up at Valora with big eyes as Denise pointed to her. The tiny girl didn’t know what to make of any of this. Val gave her a big hug, whispered some encouraging words to her, and escorted her to the edge of the ring where her brother retrieved her.
“Ok, look..” Valora said, drawing a long breath while setting her gaze upon Denise’s. Valora was no longer smiling or cordial.
“I dunno who you are or w-”
“I’m Denise. Pleased to meet you.” Denise interrupted with a grin.
“Okay, Denise? I dunno why you’re pushing my buttons but I don’t appreciate it. You’re being rude and disrespectful toward not only me, but the opponents I faced, and these wonderful people here."
Val moved closer to her and looked down from inside the ring, noting Denise’s strong build.
“I never looked for easy fights. I took on those in the top 5 exclusively! I answered call outs on social media too. Anybody who knows me knows I’ll fight anyone, anytime, anyplace. Now, since you seem intent on aiming nothing but disrespect to me, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” Valora motioned toward an exit door across the gym.
Denise moved towards the ring, standing just near the apron looking up at Valora.
“If what you say is true, and you have faced powerful, skilled women, then you should have no problem dealing with me, one on one then.”
She cast a daring look at Val.
“So, mighty Valora, will you do it, or, will you rely on others to make me leave?”
Val’s expression hardened. The whole scene with Denise finally clicked with her.
“Ah, I get it. You’re wanting your 15 minutes of fame. Seeking some kind of impromptu exhibition match against me I see.”
The prospect of seeing their hero in action, and quite literally beating some respect into the lady simply known as Denise, was too much for the crowd to contain and they began a vociferous demand for Valora to accept the offer. The Karate Cutie was reserved though, and studied Denise for a moment. Denise appeared as muscular as her, maybe a smidge more, and had a fighter’s gait. Val knew win or lose Denise’s name would be out there and primed for a career sky-rocket. It was a win-win for Denise. But for Valora, it could be disastrous. She would be walking in blind to the woman’s ability; Denise could be the biggest loser in the world or the next big thing.
Valora banked on the former though. After all, somebody in the jam-packed gym would have recognized Denise if she had a semblance of talent, especially those pro wrestling reporters in attendance who can tell you the exact height and weight of some no name jobber in a backyard wrestling league. Plus, well, she’s Valora Thomas - the undisputed G.O.A.T. of female combat sports. There’s a reason she’s the G.O.A.T. and, personally, Valora really really wanted to fist deliver some good old humble pie to the disrespectful woman.
“Fine. I accept. Just remember, you wanted this. Your 15 minutes of fame are going to be painful ones.”
The fans went into a frenzy as Denise made her way into the ring. Val performed some quick warm up exercises and fist-bumped little Emily at ringside before turning toward her adversary and miming a ringing of the bell to officially start the match.
Val took up the traditional pro wrestling stance but was surprised to see Denise walk to the center of the ring with a hand raised high, signifying the time honored tradition of a test-of-strength challenge. It’s normally done by men only, but apparently Denise wanted to do something extra special for her 15 minutes of fame.
Valora carefully obliged and the two locked up. The struggle commenced. For over sixty seconds the two enjoyed moments of getting the upper hand only to have the other surge into a comeback. Denise, frustrated with the stalemate, gambled and stepped into her, angling just right to suddenly swing the test in her favor. Val’s eyes shot wide open at the sudden shift and her toned legs quaked beneath her a moment before betraying her, causing Valora to drop to one knee!
“The only one in pain, woman, will be you. Enjoy being on your knees.”
Val growled defiantly; her body shook as she powered upward but Denise belted a primal roar and put all of herself downward, forcing Valora ever-so-slowly onto both knees in a grueling display of superiority. Without warning, Denise abruptly yanked her upward and Monkey Flipped their hero high and hard. Valora landed flat on her back to ring rattling effect, but, as she’d done countless times before, the G.O.A.T. sucked up the pain and scrambled to her vertical base. Denise was already on her though, and flattened her with a colossal lariat.
“And flat on your back.”
It stunned the crowd for a moment but their faith in Valora spurred a rally of cheers for their hero. Some reporters from the major news and sports media conglomerates feverishly dialed up their bosses at HQ and got the live feed going, and eagerly waited to comment on what was to come.
Denise did not give Valora time to rest as she ran up to her and body splashed her against the ropes, as the champ had just stood up, her arm hitting her chest first hard, then followed by her muscular body. They could feel the ropes give slightly as Denise pressed her hard.
Then Denise grabbed her right wrist and left shoulder, Valora could feel the strength in her grip. She was recovering from the hit on the ropes as she felt herself being pulled hard. Denise concentrated and with the hold on her wrist, whipped her hard into the corner, her back hitting it hard.
Denise knew not to charge her, as Val was still too strong. She stood there smiling at her.
“Come on sweetie.. I'm not done with you yet.”
Valora cautiously stayed in the corner to assess the situation and to convalesce the pain coursing her back. The embarrassment of being overpowered and outclassed so fast sent a flush of warmth through Val’s cheeks. The G.O.A.T. pondered her opponent. Through the course of her dominant career Valora had fought many women of various levels of physical strength, but the grip Denise had held her with felt less like a human grip and more like a mechanical vice. Had Denise's parents made her play with grip strengthening devices instead of Barbie dolls growing up?
“Tick-Tok. Tick-tok. I only have 13 minutes of my 15 minutes left, Valley-Val. Time’s a wastin. Don’t make me drag you out of that corner."
TBC...
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VALORA THOMAS
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“Va-lor-a”
“Va-lor-a”
“Va-lor-a”
The crowd sung the praises of the greatest female combatant in combat sports history as she danced for them in the ring. It had been a long day for her; she’d been up since five in the morning getting the brand spanking new gym prepared for the Grand Opening. The day itself had been a thrilling one with energetic training seminars, fun games, and heaps of interviews with major news and sports networks who’d sought out the undisputed G.O.A.T. of female combat sports, “The Karate Cutie” Valora Thomas, to boost their ratings through the roof. And now, as night fell over New York City, she was able to pedal the festivities down to the final event she’d planned.
“Okay, okay, I need to stop making myself look silly with this dancing”, Valora exclaimed.
She stopped and bowed, eliciting a big applause from the crowd and media packed so tightly around the ring and walls of the gym. She took a moment to marvel at her accomplishment. She now had four mega-gyms, a series strategically placed coast to coast: Los Angeles, California. Dallas, Texas. Minneapolis, Minnesota. New York City, New York.
Life couldn’t possibly be better for her.
“Now, it’s time for my little special event…” Valora giggled excitedly. “One lucky soul out there will get the chance to go one on one with me and put the things I trained you to use in an epic effort to defeat me, soooo who’s it gonna be?”
She grinned a mile wide and did a slow twirl to survey the prospects. Some of the older (hornier) teen boys in the largely childrens crowd moved their way up front, eyeing the elite apex fighter clad so deliciously in her mega-cute pink and white wrestling shorts, matching top, and matching boots. “You”, Valora boomed, pointing at a little girl who’d climbed onto her brother’s shoulders to stand out among the throng.
“I like your go-getterness. Come on down..”
The spectators cheered the little girl as she was escorted into the ring and greeted by her hero, who asked for a name. “Emily,” the excited girl, all of eight years old, replied. Valora smiled and reminded Emily of some of the things that she taught earlier, and then the duel began.
It was a quick fight, with Emily capturing Valora’s arm and Judo tossing her up and over, then right into a DDT. Valora drew on her acting chops from her roles in the blockbuster series of super-hero movies she'd been featured in, and sold it like a champ by lying there sprawled out “unconscious”. Emily pinned her and another kid excitedly counted the 1-2-3!
Valora sat up “groggily” and raised Emily’s hand in victory, then awarded her a championship belt that mirrored one Valora had won.
Denise watched as Valora “performed”. She looked at the slightly taller, toned woman. There was no doubt she was good. She was also very beautiful, and the pink and white tight outfit showed off her muscles and her breasts and ass.
Denise was a very good wrestler herself. She was victorious in her fights, but was always compared to Valora, “Not as good”, “never match up”, “not as great or special as their “Katie Cutie”. Denise was on a different circuit, and she knew the woman did not know her. But she will soon. Everyone will know her name. She would show them, show that dark haired woman who was better, who deserved to be the champion. She knew it would take time, but eventually, even the great Valora will admit that she was better.
Denise was in blue tight leather pants, a light blue top and black boots. She was in the front of the crowd, making sure that she could see every move of the performance, and look for any advantage.
She watched as Valora held up the belt that would soon belong to her.
“Now, as always with these types of events, I’ll open the floor to a question and answer session.”
Valora gestured to the fans and many shot their hand in the air. One of the raised hands caught her attention the most because it wasn’t from the predominantly kids in the gym, it was from an adult clad in tight blue leather pants.
“Ma’am?” Val said curiously with a vexed brow and motioned to the woman. “Fire away”.
Denise smiled as she looked her up and down.
“I was wondering, have you ever been in the ring with a real woman who was a challenge for you? Someone who almost won over you, or have your opponents always been defeated?”
Valora didn’t like the tone of “real” woman the lady spoke of; it was borderline disrespect.
“All of my opponents have been a challenge to some degree. It’s very hard to come up with a fight plan to beat someone in professional combat sports. Everybody's elite.”
It was a true statement but Valora had made it look easy across two elite sports: MMA in the UFC and in professional wrestling at Extreme Wrestling Corporation and Southern Rebellion Wrestling.
Some of her fans expounded on this, boasting about Valora’s 22-0 record and UFC championship reign before her excursion into professional wrestling where she amassed the longest reigning EWC Television Championship reign before signing with SRW. Her only defeat had come in a tag team match where her partner was the one who got pinned and defeated, a detail that her fans made sure to clarify to the woman.
“Oh, I understand that you are undefeated, and who your opponents were. And someone good. But they never stood a chance of pinning you, or put you in danger of being close to losing. It could be your skill. Or maybe because you have not faced an opponent that is your equal… or better.” Denise said.
“It seems that you have never really faced a challenging opponent.” She added.
Val cocked her head.
“Could be my skill? It definitely was skill; those were tough women.” She corrected the mysterious woman.
“But I suppose I can see your point too. From an outside-in looksie it does appear I’ve never faced a challenge.” She conceded.
Valora gave her a small smile and nodded. She tried to move on to the next question giver, but....
“I may be an outsider, but I do know skill and ability. And your opponents while good, are not really up to your level. They really did not stand a chance against you. Did you do that on purpose? Make sure you did not fight someone at your skill level? So, you keep your appearance of being unbeatable?”
Denise eyed her with a genuine curiosity.
“Did your manager look hard to find challenging opponents? Maybe people outside of your league? Women who were not enthralled by the great Valora? Women who could pin you to the mat? Just like that young lady?”
Little Emily looked up at Valora with big eyes as Denise pointed to her. The tiny girl didn’t know what to make of any of this. Val gave her a big hug, whispered some encouraging words to her, and escorted her to the edge of the ring where her brother retrieved her.
“Ok, look..” Valora said, drawing a long breath while setting her gaze upon Denise’s. Valora was no longer smiling or cordial.
“I dunno who you are or w-”
“I’m Denise. Pleased to meet you.” Denise interrupted with a grin.
“Okay, Denise? I dunno why you’re pushing my buttons but I don’t appreciate it. You’re being rude and disrespectful toward not only me, but the opponents I faced, and these wonderful people here."
Val moved closer to her and looked down from inside the ring, noting Denise’s strong build.
“I never looked for easy fights. I took on those in the top 5 exclusively! I answered call outs on social media too. Anybody who knows me knows I’ll fight anyone, anytime, anyplace. Now, since you seem intent on aiming nothing but disrespect to me, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” Valora motioned toward an exit door across the gym.
Denise moved towards the ring, standing just near the apron looking up at Valora.
“If what you say is true, and you have faced powerful, skilled women, then you should have no problem dealing with me, one on one then.”
She cast a daring look at Val.
“So, mighty Valora, will you do it, or, will you rely on others to make me leave?”
Val’s expression hardened. The whole scene with Denise finally clicked with her.
“Ah, I get it. You’re wanting your 15 minutes of fame. Seeking some kind of impromptu exhibition match against me I see.”
The prospect of seeing their hero in action, and quite literally beating some respect into the lady simply known as Denise, was too much for the crowd to contain and they began a vociferous demand for Valora to accept the offer. The Karate Cutie was reserved though, and studied Denise for a moment. Denise appeared as muscular as her, maybe a smidge more, and had a fighter’s gait. Val knew win or lose Denise’s name would be out there and primed for a career sky-rocket. It was a win-win for Denise. But for Valora, it could be disastrous. She would be walking in blind to the woman’s ability; Denise could be the biggest loser in the world or the next big thing.
Valora banked on the former though. After all, somebody in the jam-packed gym would have recognized Denise if she had a semblance of talent, especially those pro wrestling reporters in attendance who can tell you the exact height and weight of some no name jobber in a backyard wrestling league. Plus, well, she’s Valora Thomas - the undisputed G.O.A.T. of female combat sports. There’s a reason she’s the G.O.A.T. and, personally, Valora really really wanted to fist deliver some good old humble pie to the disrespectful woman.
“Fine. I accept. Just remember, you wanted this. Your 15 minutes of fame are going to be painful ones.”
The fans went into a frenzy as Denise made her way into the ring. Val performed some quick warm up exercises and fist-bumped little Emily at ringside before turning toward her adversary and miming a ringing of the bell to officially start the match.
Val took up the traditional pro wrestling stance but was surprised to see Denise walk to the center of the ring with a hand raised high, signifying the time honored tradition of a test-of-strength challenge. It’s normally done by men only, but apparently Denise wanted to do something extra special for her 15 minutes of fame.
Valora carefully obliged and the two locked up. The struggle commenced. For over sixty seconds the two enjoyed moments of getting the upper hand only to have the other surge into a comeback. Denise, frustrated with the stalemate, gambled and stepped into her, angling just right to suddenly swing the test in her favor. Val’s eyes shot wide open at the sudden shift and her toned legs quaked beneath her a moment before betraying her, causing Valora to drop to one knee!
“The only one in pain, woman, will be you. Enjoy being on your knees.”
Val growled defiantly; her body shook as she powered upward but Denise belted a primal roar and put all of herself downward, forcing Valora ever-so-slowly onto both knees in a grueling display of superiority. Without warning, Denise abruptly yanked her upward and Monkey Flipped their hero high and hard. Valora landed flat on her back to ring rattling effect, but, as she’d done countless times before, the G.O.A.T. sucked up the pain and scrambled to her vertical base. Denise was already on her though, and flattened her with a colossal lariat.
“And flat on your back.”
It stunned the crowd for a moment but their faith in Valora spurred a rally of cheers for their hero. Some reporters from the major news and sports media conglomerates feverishly dialed up their bosses at HQ and got the live feed going, and eagerly waited to comment on what was to come.
Denise did not give Valora time to rest as she ran up to her and body splashed her against the ropes, as the champ had just stood up, her arm hitting her chest first hard, then followed by her muscular body. They could feel the ropes give slightly as Denise pressed her hard.
Then Denise grabbed her right wrist and left shoulder, Valora could feel the strength in her grip. She was recovering from the hit on the ropes as she felt herself being pulled hard. Denise concentrated and with the hold on her wrist, whipped her hard into the corner, her back hitting it hard.
Denise knew not to charge her, as Val was still too strong. She stood there smiling at her.
“Come on sweetie.. I'm not done with you yet.”
Valora cautiously stayed in the corner to assess the situation and to convalesce the pain coursing her back. The embarrassment of being overpowered and outclassed so fast sent a flush of warmth through Val’s cheeks. The G.O.A.T. pondered her opponent. Through the course of her dominant career Valora had fought many women of various levels of physical strength, but the grip Denise had held her with felt less like a human grip and more like a mechanical vice. Had Denise's parents made her play with grip strengthening devices instead of Barbie dolls growing up?
“Tick-Tok. Tick-tok. I only have 13 minutes of my 15 minutes left, Valley-Val. Time’s a wastin. Don’t make me drag you out of that corner."
TBC...