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The Legend of The Annabelle

By Wolfboy

Part One – Mysteries Of The Midwest

The legendary adult professional wrestling star Lesa Valentine was watching the documentary on the great unsolved mysteries of the Midwest with a rapt interest alongside her daughter, the Infamous Mimi Valentine. She was incredulous, because the show had opened with the presenter, some old actor that she recognised vaguely for a role in an old sci-fi franchise on TV, uttering some words that her mother, the great Ashley Valentine, had once repeated to her.

‘A long time ago in the Iowa corn belt

A deal was struck with a soul so malevolent

A deal for success, a deal for a host

A deal to provide what each desired the most

One a crone, a wicked old witch

The other a wrestler, not yet a bitch

The witch was ageing, she wanted for health

The wrestler was failing, her craving for wealth

Be my shell, or you’ll rot in hell

The wicked old witch declared

Give me wins, and I’ll serve you well

The wrestler, she was prepared

Now she appears but once a year

Always in the corn belt, soul trapped here for all time

Her opponent always struck numb with fear

The reputation of the Annabelle continues to climb’

‘So goes the legend of the most enduring mystery in the world of adult professional wrestling. Viewers…..welcome to the legend of The Annabelle…’

‘You know Mimi, your grandmother told me that exact story years ago. At the time, I thought it to be nothing more than a myth. An old wrestler’s tale to warn their kids about the dangers and pitfalls of adult professional wrestling. You know…..like I did with with you’ Lesa Valentine said to her daughter.

‘Warning?’ Mimi Valentine laughed in reply. ‘You told me if I wanted to feel like a superstar every single night, and didn’t mind getting beaten up and fucked most of those nights, then adult pro was definitely the place for me…..it’s not exactly a warning mom!’

‘Yeah, I guess I did approach it a little differently’ Lesa smirked. ‘Anyway….this sounds like it’s about exactly what I was warned about. I thought mom had made the whole damned thing up. Maybe she actually didn’t!’

‘Or maybe it really is a myth. One that the wrestlers out there perpetuate to keep the crowds engaged. I mean….you always tell me that only corn and evil comes from Iowa. They’ve got to do something to sell themselves. Maybe this is it?’ Mimi suggested, not unreasonably.

‘Well let’s see what they have to say…’ Lesa said to her daughter.

The short feature had it all, laid out for the viewers in a way that presented it as a genuine and compelling idea. There were the obligatory interviews with eye witnesses. In this instance, those witnesses were all adult professional wrestling spectators. To a man, and woman, they all described the same thing. But none of them had seen exactly the same thing. Not entirely. At the single same event, each had seen a beautiful lady wrestler who had totally dominated the action in a long match. But that was where the differences in their experience that evening started to creep in. One had seen a beautiful tall, almost Amazonian, blonde wrestler in charge of the match. Another described a short and curvy ravishing redhead in that same role. Each new witness had declared a different image of the dominant wrestler. The final witness, a middle aged man, had even declared ‘I had to check that my wife was still sat next to me, because I saw her kicking ass in that ring that evening!’ His voice clearly conveyed that it was an image never far from his mind even to this day.

‘Glamour magic viewers’ the host of the show had said, quickly going on to explain ‘witchcraft with the sole aim of showing everyone what they desire the most. None of those that watch The Annabelle in action feel fear. Their emotions are far from that; they feel the emotions of lust, love, desire and great admiration for The Annabelle, because she shows every single one of them what they truly want the most in a lady wrestler’

‘Well that’s definitely bullshit!’ Lesa laughed. ‘I mean….if it’s not me that they want the most in a lady wrestler, then it’s definitely you, right honey!?’ she said to Mimi.

‘Damn straight mom!’ Mimi dutifully replied with a smile. After all, they hadn’t been voted as the most ravishing mother daughter tag team in adult pro in every single year since Mimi had debuted in the sport for no good reason.

Then though, the feature had moved on to interviews with some of the women who had been in matches with The Annabelle. Almost to a woman, these were local level adult professional wrestlers. The kind of women who worked out of the local back or the store on the high street, maybe some were police women or farmers. All the type of women though who worked a regular job, then wrestled on the local show that evening, before going back to the day job the following morning. The kind of women who benefitted from the legend of a woman like The Annabelle, knowing that she would draw a crowd because of the mystique. On that basis alone, Lesa had pretty much discounted their views and their almost identikit descriptions of the apparently supernatural grappler that they’d faced. Dismissed them all until one final opponent of The Annabelle had appeared to talk about her experiences at the hands of the scrapping sorceress. This was a voice that Lesa recognised. The voice of a former opponent of hers. An opponent that had driven desire, even lust at times in Lesa like no other woman that she had ever faced before or since. And then one day, she had just retired, never to return to the sport; and nobody ever truly retired from adult professional wrestling. There was almost always one more match. As she spoke, Lesa felt the chill from the lack of emotion...the almost robotic way that she addressed the questions posed to her by the presenter.

‘Brooklyn, thank you for talking to us. I know this is difficult for you. You’ve never spoken to anyone about your meeting with The Annabelle until today I believe?’ the host asked her.

‘That’s right’ Brooklyn confirmed.

‘Set the scene for us a little if you could’ the host prompted her.

‘A normal night of adult pro wrestling. A show on Christmas Eve. My opponent for that evening was stuck in a snowstorm, unable to get out of Davenport because of a blizzard. I was in the back of beyond….Whitehook, Iowa, all dressed up on Christmas Eve and had nobody to dance with’ Brooklyn spoke, her voice almost a monotone. Her eyes…..eyes that Lesa remembered vividly dancing with mischief and excitement, not just still pools that concealed something in their hidden depths.

‘So you had no match that evening?’ the host asked her.

‘None that was booked. But of course the promoter told me to hang around because something would come up. Some local girl was rustled up to face me’ she explained.

‘And so you went to the ring for your match and….well, Brooklyn. In your own words. What happened that night?’ the host enquired now, his voice low, pitched to encourage and cajole the information from the nervous brunette it seemed.

There was a pause though before she spoke again, taking a sip of water, her hand holding the glass visibly trembling, recalling the events of that evening. Lesa unknowingly had clutched Mimi’s arm, the words already spoken by Brooklyn having stirred a memory for her too.

‘Well….my match was moved to the main event, which seemed a bit unusual given that I was facing a stand in…..I sat around in that dingy little arena throughout the whole card. Then I walked out through the entrance curtain for my match and I found myself in the main arena….but it didn’t feel like the same place I’d walked through to get to the locker rooms earlier on that evening’ Brooklyn said.

‘What felt different Brooklyn?’ the host asked her now.

‘You’ll think that I’m crazy. I know that I did at the time….still do actually….’ Brooklyn said slowly, the strain of recalling that evening clear in her voice. ‘But I was in a different era. It was like the curtain was a time machine. I found myself in the early 1900s it felt like. A crowd dressed for a State Fair in their finery, not dressed for 2001 and an evening of adult pro wrestling….even the ring. I don’t know, it felt old. Like something I’d only seen in old grainy footage….in black and white’. Brooklyn’s eyes were still dulled, but now they looked around the room for a moment, fearful perhaps that something, or maybe someone, would be there to punish her for talking like this.

‘You’re safe here Brooklyn….we’re not in Iowa’ the presenter reassured her.

‘Right…..Iowa……’ Brooklyn said almost automatically, the shudder that came with the word transporting her back to that date. ‘I waited in the corner, and a gentleman in a dapper suit and hat entered the ring, took a microphone that dropped from the ceiling on a long cable, and introduced me to the crowd. I’d wrestled in Iowa before…..I wasn’t unpopular there…..these people…...they hated me, and I didn’t know why. Then he introduced my opponent, and he only got as far as ‘here’s Annie…’ before the crowd went absolutely nuts for her’ Brooklyn explained.

‘And who was your opponent that day Brooklyn?’ the host asked her. ‘I mean really…..who did you see in the ring with you?’ he clarified.

‘Well….I saw the woman that I should have fought all along that evening, at first anyway. It was…..Lesa Valentine, or so I thought. A ruse and nothing more to pass her off as a local girl for a cheap pop from the crowd. She acted like she didn’t know me’ Brooklyn said, continuing in her flat monotone. ‘We locked up a couple of times….I got her in a corner. Asked her straight up Lesa…..what’s wrong with you? She shoved me off, got angry, telling me she was Annabelle. I slapped her so hard, suddenly she wasn’t Lesa any more, not for that split second anyway. She was a beautiful blonde with hair styled like a flapper girl, pristine white swimsuit, old fashioned wrestling boots. Then she drilled me with a right hand between the eyes. I blinked…..she was back to being Lesa again. Almost like there had been a glitch in the matrix. All night long, the same thing would happen. If I got a good move in on her, she would glitch to the glamorous blonde for me. Then counter and go back to being Lesa. I was so confused….more than a little scared too….I didn’t know what was wrong with me’ Brooklyn said, her voice trailing off for a moment.

‘And what happened in the end Brooklyn?’ the host asked her now. His voice was dripping with empathy. He could see that Brooklyn was really going through it as she recounted the story.

‘I can’t…..she…….she…….’ the tears started to flow from those eyes so dead of emotion now.

‘Take your time Brooklyn….it’s OK. You’re safe here’ the host reminded her.

She gathered herself just a little and then sobbed ‘It wasn’t Lesa I was really fighting that night. Not even that blonde woman. I hit her with my move perfectly. Superplexed her off the corner so hard that she glitched again. Not to the blonde any more but to…...and old crone, shrivelled skin, long nails almost like mini daggers and long green hair that was almost like green straw it seemed to me. A witch!’ she wailed. ‘And she just stood up like nothing had happened at all in the last twenty minutes, never mind my superplex that had just happened. Slowly she switched back to the glamorous blonde and then to Lesa, just smiling at me when I got back up. Now to this very day, I swear that she beat me by knocking me out with an iron claw to the head that was unlike anything I’ve ever felt. It was like she was in my mind. And then….’ the sobs started again, but Brooklyn was in her flow now, she was going to tell her story for the first time and be damned. ‘Then...she literally hung me from that microphone cord, so that I was strung up above the ring. But it’s like an out of body experience for me…..like she killed me that night and I was watching my own demise. I woke up in the back….everyone said that I’d lost to a pinfall because I’d hit the back of my head when she reversed my superplex, and she’d landed across me. But she didn’t….she didn’t. I know what happened…..I know!’ Brooklyn wailed, her voice shrill and distressed.

The interview faded back to the host in the studio to wrap things up now. ‘And that, folks, really is the mystery of The Annabelle in a nutshell. Brooklyn might be the most extreme example of the phenomena. The glamour magic of The Annabelle worked so perfectly on her that she retired from the sport on the spot….unable to face the prospect of meeting her supernatural nemesis again. And unable to see any opponent as just an opponent any more. Was she drugged and hallucinating that evening? Tests on her afterwards suggested not. And what of the people in that arena that night? Most saw a good match of adult professional wrestling, won fairly and squarely by The Annabelle….but in what form did they see her? And what of The Annabelle? A cheap carnival trick, or a genuinely supernatural enigma in the guise of an adult professional wrestler? There are fake versions of The Annabelle undoubtedly, trading off the name to make money for a promoter. The real version of her, if you believe, appears but once a year now, in the Iowa town of Whitehook. At Christmas or on the fourth of July. A celebration….with a dark secret. Ladies and gentlemen….this has been the unsolved mysteries of the Midwest….and I ask you. Do you believe in The Annabelle?’ the host signed off.

‘Mom…..mom’ Lesa was startled back in to the present by the sound of Mimi’s voice sat next to her on the sofa. ‘Can I have my arm back now mom?’ she asked, Lesa finally realising just how hard she’d been gripping it when she saw her finger marks there.

‘Shit…..sorry honey. I guess I….’ Lesa said, her voice trailing off as she spoke.

‘Are you OK mom?’ Mimi asked, concern in her voice. She could see that her mother, usually indefatigable whatever the situation, was clearly shaken by what she’d been watching. ‘You look like you’ve seen a ghost!’ Mimi told her.

‘Maybe I have’ Lesa smiled thinly. ‘I remember that day clearly Mimi. Or maybe more accurately, the morning after it. We got dug out of the snow in Davenport to find that this monster blizzard only really covered a handful of blocks in the city at the most. And the damnedest thing….just as the snow started to fall, I looked out of my hotel window and saw a woman stood on the street corner, just looking up directly at my room. A glamorous blonde, captivatingly stunning. In ancient times, they might well have said that she was a siren, used to lure unwitting sailors to their death on the rocks. But when I turned away, from the side of my eye, well, I don’t know what I saw, but it was not a glamorous blonde any more. And then, she was gone, when I tried to look back directly at her.’

‘The Annabelle?’ Mimi asked quietly.

‘I think it might have been. At the time I dismissed it. My mind playing tricks on me. I was tired, just coming off a rough time at Sturgis in the oil invitational. I didn’t really think any more about it. But….’ she said.

‘So The Annabelle? She targeted you….’ Mimi started.

‘Because she wanted Brooklyn for some reason’ Lesa finished for her daughter.

‘But it can’t be a real thing, right? The Annabelle….it’s a myth’ Mimi stated, but she didn’t sound confident of the fact. Not any more.

‘A myth…..yes, I always thought so. Or at worst, the work of those nefarious motherfuckers at Women’s Wrestling Incorporated’ she said referring to the group that had been the arch nemesis of the Golden Angels group formed by Lesa for quite some time. ‘But even they can’t make it fucking snow Mimi. No….I think we have to assume that there’s something evil in the corn fields of Iowa, and it wanted poor Brooklyn’s….spirit I guess. The girl they interviewed there is the one I wrestled often back then, but it’s like her spirit has been taken from her. Extinguished by The Annabelle’ Lesa said grimly.

‘You liked her didn’t you?’ Mimi asked her mother now.

‘Brooklyn? She’s the only woman in adult pro that had ever told me that she loved me in a match, and it wasn’t just a cheap trick. I think she actually meant it. We wrestled a lot on shows in the Midwest back then, even though we were both good girls. Promoters liked our…..chemistry, I guess you would call it’ she smiled.

‘You liked her that much huh?’ Mimi smirked with a raised eyebrow.

‘MIMI! That’s your mother that you’re talking about!’ Lesa laughed. ‘So yeah….you know for chemistry, you can read that we definitely fucked each other senseless more than once in the ring back then!’

‘It figured. She looked pretty’ Mimi allowed.

‘You should have seen her when she still had her spirit burning Mimi!’ Lesa told her daughter. ‘That girl was actually ravishing...in a slightly dirty way. Honestly….she could really take a girl’s breath away’ Lesa admitted wistfully.

‘So…..’ Mimi asked her mother now. ‘You’re Luscious Lesa Valentine….the Golden Angel of adult professional wrestling. The Galway Glittermom. I’m the infamous Mimi Valentine, the breaker of hearts across all 50 states….Golden Angel number 2…..the Glitterhottie….What are we going to so about this?’ she said.

‘What are we going to do?’ Lesa smiled. ‘Well, Mimi. We’re Valentine women. We’re going to do what we always do. We don’t run from danger in the guise of adult wrestling, we run headlong towards it. So we’re going to go out to Buttfuck Iowa or whatever that shithole town was called, we’re going to blow their minds with our hotness, and we are going to Scooby Doo the living fuck out of this supernatural whore Mimi!’ Lesa said with a rare conviction.

‘That’s the plan?’ Mimi said.

‘Honey, I beat an invading alien queen to save the earth. How much more of a plan do we need!’ Lesa laughed.

‘MOM!’ We’ve talked about this before. WWI drugged you….you dreamed that whole thing!’ Mimi replied a little exasperated.

‘Are you sure, because it felt plenty real to me!’ Lesa smirked. ‘The point is, sometimes Mimi, you’ve just got to do something’ Lesa said.

‘And that’s the plan? Do something?’ Mimi asked again.

‘Fine…..if you need a plan honey. Pack the hottest gear that you’ve got. You know the one…..because you’ve got my corner. I’ll pack my hottest gear. And then….oh yeah Mimi?’ Lesa suddenly questioned like something of great importance had popped into her mind.

‘Yeah mom?’ Mimi said in return.

‘Pack an extra pair of tights. It’s winter in Iowa, it’s going to be fucking cold honey!’ Lesa laughed.

‘Now…..finally we have a plan!’ Mimi chuckled. ‘I’ll get my stuff ready. Then let’s go and Scooby Doo this fucking bitch!’

‘Attagirl Mimi’ Lesa replied, watching her daughter leave the room. Her own eyes though? A close look at them might have just shown someone that she felt like she might just be in for the match of her life when she arrived in Iowa if the legend of The Annabelle really carried any water.

Part Two – Whitehook, Iowa

‘Fuck me….you weren’t wrong about the weather here mom. It’s freezing out here!’ Mimi said to her mother, Lesa Valentine, as they got out of their car in the parking lot outside the small adult professional wrestling arena in Whitehook, Iowa, early on the morning of Christmas Eve.

‘It’s Iowa Mimi...it’s always fucking cold here I’m sure’ Lesa laughed. ‘Our hotness will thaw them out though, don’t worry!’

The town of Whitehook was quiet that Christmas Eve morning. It was light, but barely so, the Christmas lights twinkling in the trees that lined the tired high street as the wind caught them. The wind cut through the two women as they stood there for the moment, looking at the somewhat dilapidated arena’s exterior, causing them to shiver. ‘I’m glad you dressed for the weather at least honey!’ Lesa told Mimi who was currently wearing a pair of spray on tight black leather look leggings, a matching and quite revealing sports bra style top, and a coat that may well have been best described as a crop top coat, such was the way it left most of her torso at the mercy of the biting wind.

‘I wore my winter boots!’ Mimi shrugged, pointing out the black leather go-go boots that came up pretty much to her knees.

‘So you did’ Lesa agreed, just as she sensed rather than truly heard a voice that sounded like it rasped ‘you!’. Her eyes were drawn somehow to a figure in the distance, at the end of the high street almost, just standing there, looking directly at her. ‘She’s here’ Lesa whispered.

Mimi was blissfully oblivious to what Lesa had heard and just laughed ‘are you back to talking about yourself in the third person again now mom? Everyone knows you’re here probably…’

‘No Mimi...The Annabelle. Look’ she said pointing to that spot in the distance, along the High Street where…..there was nothing now.

Mimi gazed into the distance, following the path outlined by Lesa’s outstretched arm, and shrugged. ‘There’s nothing there mom...that third piledriver that you took last night really fucked you up didn’t it? Do you have a concussion? How many fingers am I holding up?’ she asked, smirking as she flipped the middle finger of her right hand at her mom.

‘I don’t even need to look to know it’s one, and I know which one too young lady!’ Lesa told her daughter. ‘She was there…...she’s just….well. She’s evil Mimi. The presence of evil is sometimes implied more than seen…..but I know what I saw’ Lesa said with conviction.

‘Okies mom...so not concussed, you’re just seeing stuff. Anyways, you’d better get in that building and get this match. You’re not even booked on the show yet remember!’ Mimi pointed out.

‘Watch and learn honey…..watch and learn’ Lesa told her daughter as she set off for the main entrance of the building briskly, her legendary tits leading the way as she went in search of the promoter for the show. She burst through the arena door, and after taking a second to adjust to the dim light inside the building and to note the faintly musty smell of the building, she called out ‘HELLO...ANYBODY HERE? I’VE COME TO MAKE YOUR SHOW TONIGHT EVEN BETTER!’

She was answered with silence at first. Then slowly, the lights in the foyer of the arena flickered into life while the sound of footsteps approaching on the hard wood floor grew clearer and they came nearer. Then a man in a cheap, slightly ill fitting suit appeared around the corner. Lesa had no doubt he was the promoter from one look at him, while the man looked her up and down with a very unsubtle interest in the curvaceous bombshell. But then he spoke, and told her flatly ‘I’ve got the card fully booked for tonight. We don’t need any more wrestlers…..sorry.’

‘Young man!’ Lesa replied, unbuttoning her coat and allowing it to fall open and reveal a little more of the luxurious figure it concealed and that the promoter had found so much to his liking. ‘I don’t think you understand. I am your main event….and I want your biggest star, in that ring, tonight’ she huffed.

‘You want Casey-Mae Johnstone? Our champion? But she’s already booked in the Yuletide Brawl to defend her title. She can’t possibly wrestle twice in one night!’ the promoter replied incredulously.

‘And why not?’ Lesa snapped back equally incredulously before unbuttoning one of the buttons of her blouse to demonstrate a little more cleavage. It was fair to say that she’d pulled double duty on many a card in the past and saw no problem with that. ‘But anyway...it’s not her that I want. You know very well who I mean’ Lesa told him.

‘No….I really don’t. You’re going to need to be a whole lot clearer about who you want ma’am’ the promoter replied evenly.

‘Don’t you ma’am me!’ Lesa fired back, her finger jabbing into the man’s chest. Her blood was starting to boil, and she was undoubtedly at her magnificent best whenever that happened. ‘Who do you think I am? My fucking grandmother or something? I can’t believe I’ve driven all the way out here to Buttfuck, Iowa for Christmas Eve, and I’m going to have to spell it out for you!’ she snapped haughtily.

This time, when the promoter went to speak, he found a finger pressed to his lips. Mimi, tiring of the back and forth had decided to interject. ‘She won’t spell it out for you, because she’s using her charms to get what she wants. And she has plenty of charms, but for some reason you seem to be immune to them, and we’ll be here all fucking day at this rate. Annabelle….tonight…..main event. Set it up’ she smiled at the promoter who seemed to be having a lightbulb moment following Mimi’s concise explanation of the situation. Then he looked troubled again.

‘The Annabelle? You want The Annabelle?’ he said.

‘Mmmhmm...that’s right’ Lesa nodded.

‘But….we don’t book her. She just turns up. When she wants to. We can’t control her’ he explained.

‘But she comes here right? Fourth of July or Christmas Eve, and by my reckoning she wasn’t here on the fourth. And she comes but once a year….’ Lesa paraphrased from the legend for a moment.

‘Usually….but we never know. And she always knows who she wants to take on when she comes’ the promoter explained. ‘We never tell her. How could we?’

‘She’s here’ Lesa said, as her eye was drawn for a moment to a light flickering down at the far end of the foyer. She shook her head, sure for a moment that she’d caught a glimpse of something, maybe someone, there. Maybe that piledriver really had knocked her silly last night. ‘I know it….I want her in that ring tonight. So what do I need to do to get her?’ she asked.

‘I don’t know...just be here, ready to wrestle her I guess’ the promoter told her. ‘If The Annabelle wants you, she’ll come and find you. But I warn you, the aftermath usually isn’t pretty. She’s retired a lot of my best girls’ he cautioned.

‘Be ready to wrestle….now you’re finally talking my language young man!’ Lesa smiled. Then she spoke again, no longer addressing anyone in the room. At least none that was visible right now at least. ‘ANNABELLE…..YOU DIRTY OLD WITCH….TONIGHT, YOU AND ME IN THAT RING….AND YOU’RE GOING TO PAY FOR BROOKLYN, AND ALL OF THOSE OTHERS TOO. IT’S TIME THAT A LEGEND WAS FINISHED ONCE AND FOR ALL!’

‘Jeez mom….nice promo’ Mimi smiled.

‘Thanks honey’ Lesa allowed. ‘Now, young man. What time do you need us here this evening for the show?’

‘First match will start at 7pm. Main event is scheduled to go off at 10pm. But assume that you’d follow the main event. The Annabelle never wrestles other than the final match of the night. She is the main event…’ he explained.

‘Not tonight she isn’t’ Lesa told him. ‘Tonight your main event talent is Luscious Lesa Valentine, seconded by the Infamous Mimi Valentine, and we’ll be exposing The Annabelle for whatever she is. A fraud…..or a nasty old crone. One way or another, tonight everyone in that arena is going to learn just what she is!’ Lesa declared with great confidence. ‘Now Mimi, let’s go eat. All this lobbying for a match has made me work up an appetite!’ she said, turning abruptly away from the promoter, and leading Mimi back out of the arena into that biting wind and cold outside, as the first few flaked of snow made their way to the ground, lazily tumbling on the wind.

‘Way to lobby mom……’ Mimi agreed. ‘I mean, it took some time. You’d think he’d have actually been delighted to have someone actually challenge his star name. But he didn’t seem thrilled’ the younger Valentine pointed out.

Neither woman had seen the smile that had spread on the promoter’s face though when they’d left the arena. He knew that an appearance from the Annabelle always brought with it a crowd like no other. It was almost as if that small arena, with it’s three tiers of wooden seating tight around the ring as they extended up into the two balconies somehow grew bigger to contain everyone. When Lesa said to Mimi ‘he’s probably fed up of covering up what she does….or how it happens’, nothing could have been further from the truth. He relished the clean up after The Annabelle had come out, because he would make more on this one night than for most of the rest of the year!

* * * *

After breakfast in the only diner on the town’s high street that was open, Lesa and Mimi had decided to get a hotel to relax in for the afternoon. A more challenging task than they might perhaps have expected. Three of the four hotels in town were full to capacity with people visiting family for the holidays, as well as, it seemed, quite a number of people who had come into town for this evening’s adult pro show. The small town of Whitehook could hardly have been described as thriving, but tonight it was going to be the centre of attention for a lot of adult professional wrestling fans, here to witness the phenomena of The Annabelle first hand.

‘A lot of folks are going to be disappointed tonight’ Lesa told Mimi as they both lay on the beds in that room, relaxing. ‘They want to see The Annabelle, and I’m going to show them all that she’s not really all that tonight’

‘You’re very confident of winning mom. I mean, you’re great, but it’s not like your win loss record is so rosy of late’ Mimi shrugged. ‘So what’s the big secret? What makes you so sure that you’ve got this tonight?’ she asked her mom.

‘Well honey, it’s real simple. If she’s a fraud, she’s gotten used to relying on all of the carnival tricks. She’ll be a lazy wrestler, and I’ll take her into the deep water late in the match and really make her wrestle’ Lesa said.

‘And if she’s not a fraud?’ Mimi asked.

‘You mean if she’s really some sort of demon witch?’ Lesa replied with a question. ‘So you’re entertaining that possibility now then Mimi?’

‘I guess so….I don’t know. We have to consider it. There’s definitely something weird about this whole place. Something is going on here’ Mimi said with clarity.

‘You feel that too?’ Lesa said. ‘That constant creeping eeriness. Unsettling isn’t it?’ she said as Mimi nodded in agreement. ‘Well, if she’s real, then I’ll beat her for two reasons’ Lesa said. ‘One, I’ll have my secret weapon out there in you. And if she’s a real witch...well then she’s not a wrestler. And no damned non-wrestler is beating Lesa Valentine on Christmas Eve!’ the glamorous redhead declared.

‘So what are you actually going to do to her?’ Mimi asked now.

‘What aren’t I doing to do to her!’ Lesa smirked confidently. ‘But you know the best way to beat any non wrestler in adult pro. I’ve told you it so many times. Get them turned on….out-wrestle them….make them so they really don’t know if they’re coming or going’ Lesa began.

‘And then make them realise that they’re cumming, then going…..to lose!’ Mimi finished for her.

‘Attagirl Mimi. I knew you were paying attention’ Lesa grinned. ‘Now, I don’t know about you, but I feel like tonight is going to be a long night. I’m going to take a nap to recharge the batteries a little’ Lesa said.

‘Fair enough. I’m going to read or something’ Mimi told her mother, but Lesa was already asleep. The life of an adult professional wrestler; she’d learned to take her rest whenever she could. Adult professional wrestlers were so often getting jumped by some housewife out to make a name for herself these days, that it was always valuable to keep the energy reserves high. Nevertheless, Mimi still marvelled at the way Lesa could just drop into a deep sleep just like that. Mimi wasn’t quite that seasoned of an adult pro wrestler just yet…

Today she watched Lesa toss and turn some before she really settled, her face betraying all of the emotions that were running through her mind before it finally slipped into the calm neutrality of sleep.

* * * *

‘MIMI? What are you doing over there? And why are you in your gear already….MIMI…….MIMI!’ Lesa Valentine awoke with a start, aware of movement in the room. In the slight gloom of the room, caused by the heavy curtains being drawn shut, she could see the outline of a shape that looked very much like the mighty fine shape of her daughter from behind. She was standing as if she was looking out of the window across the street at the arena. But the curtain was shut, so what could she see.

‘You’re not…..’ Lesa muttered. ‘MIMI!’ she called out again, and then Mimi replied, but from the bathroom, ‘yeah mom, what is it?’

‘What the fuck…’ Lesa mumbled to herself. So if Mimi was in the bathroom, then who...or what was over by the window? And then Lesa looked back over there towards the window, and well, there was nothing there. She felt that familiar surge of adrenaline in her veins, that classic flight or fight response to a sudden shock kicking in. ‘Nothing honey….I just didn’t know where you were is all’ Lesa managed as she fought to control herself and not just bolt from this Godforsaken town. There really was something weird going on here. Really weird. And she needed to get to the bottom of it. Then she was startled again by the simple act of Mimi opening the bathroom door which flooded the room with light.

‘You look like you’ve seen a ghost again mom’ Mimi said light-heartedly. Then she saw the look in Lesa’s eyes. ‘Or a witch….’ she added.

‘Mmmhmm, She was here, and trying her best to look like you. She was right over there’ Lesa said, pointing to the area over by the window. ‘That was who I was calling out at’ she explained.

‘Oh I see…..I sense here too you know. I was too quick to call bullshit on this thing, but something seriously fucked up is happening here’ Mimi said. ‘But….you know that I’m me, right?’ she asked, concerned that Lesa could get confused about who was who in the circumstances.

‘I do. I was confused because I’d woken up, but I’d recognise you anywhere Mimi. She might be some sort of shape shifter, but she can’t fool me for long where you’re concerned. That’s why you’re going to be my secret weapon tonight’ Lesa told her daughter.

‘How am I?’ Mimi asked, uncertain about what role Lesa really saw for her.

‘You’re my anchor in reality Mimi’ Lesa said. ‘I’ll be able to look at you and know that I’m still all there and that she’s not driven me mad. And if I can’t see you, I’ll damn sure be able to hear you!’ she laughed. Mimi was well known to be somewhat vocal in all aspects of her adult pro performances after all!

‘How rude!’ Mimi laughed. ‘But if it’s going to help you then I’ll scream my lungs out all fucking night long’. Then Mimi paused thoughtfully for a moment. ‘Mom...are you sure all of this is wise?’ she asked.

‘Wise?’ Lesa said. ‘No, it’s definitely not that. But I’ve called this bitchy witch out now, and so she’s not going to stop coming for me unless I stop her now I would guess’ Lesa suggested. ‘So this ends here, tonight!’

Part Three – A match for the ages

Just as the promoter had said, the show had started at 7pm sharp in the arena that evening. And it had been pretty good, Lesa and Mimi had to admit. Local level adult pro in a pretty dingy arena. Lesa might well have been a superstar in the world of adult pro wrestling, but she truly loved wrestling in these arenas. It was raw, uncompromising, and someone was getting fucked after every match. Add in a crowd in the holiday spirit, it was a great scene that both women enjoyed while they took in the first two matches of the card. Then it was time for Lesa and Mimi to head back to the locker rooms, to prepare for a match that wasn’t booked, but that somehow, everyone was sure was going to happen. There was something in the air. A creeping sense of foreboding that just told them that The Annabelle was coming.

It seemed like the crowd in the arena felt it just as much as those backstage in the locker rooms too. The level of excitement, the noise levels of the raucous crowd, it all carried through the corridors of the backstage, into the locker rooms. In the little town of Whitehook, Iowa, something evil and malevolent was definitely stirring.

‘What gear are you wearing tonight mom?’ Mimi asked now, back in their locker room. She wanted to make sure her own look was coordinated with that of her mother.

‘You know, tonight feels like business’ Lesa decided. ‘I think it should be my travelling blacks for this one’ she told Mimi, referring to the wet look black thong and sports bra set that she loved to use when she was on a road trip, fighting on someone else’s home-field. Tonight felt like it was that kind of night, and then some, she thought to herself.

Mimi knew the exact gear that Lesa was referring to having seen her wrestle in it many times. She went to Lesa’s small bag of gear to retrieve it for her, and then she laughed. ‘I think The Annabelle has other ideas for you tonight mom. Looks like she wants you in gold!’

‘What do you mean?’ Lesa asked her.

‘Well, tell me, what gear did you pack for this trip?’ Mimi asked in return.

‘Emerald green for the Galway Glittermom last night. Blacks for tonight. And a gold set just in case we pick up a match on the way home, because adult pro doesn’t just stop for Christmas Day’ Lesa said, pretty sure of herself on the matter.

‘Try three sets of gold gear’ Mimi said, showing her the contents of her own gear bag to prove this fact. She knew full well that there should have been three different colours in there. Fuck, she’d literally watched her mother wrestle in green not twenty four hours earlier as they made their way towards Iowa.

‘I always liked gold’ Lesa laughed. It was all that she could do now. The Annabelle was coming, and she was playing tricks on her now it appeared. ‘What does she want you in then dear?’ she asked Mimi now

‘She seems a whole lot less bothered about me’ Mimi shrugged, rifling through the contents of her considerably larger gear bag. ‘I have all of the colours that I packed still, but if she wants you in gold, then I figure that she gets me as golden angel number 2 in to the bargain.’ Mimi said, smiling at the symbology of it all. It really felt like her mom was going to fighting a demon witch. Maybe having an angel in her corner wouldn’t be the worst thing under the circumstances.

‘Well, we should probably get ready’ Lesa decided. ‘I’d hate to not be ready, because I think it’s pretty clear that she’s coming from her funny little mind games. Such a shame for her that it’s really not going to work on me’ she declared with a confidence Mimi had rarely seen from her mother. She did recall though that each time that she had seen something like it from her in the past, it had been in this kind of moment. When it felt like there was no hope, that the odds were stacked helplessly against her. Then, the legendary adult professional wrestler would transform from one that had just lost three straight to a bank clerk, an 18 year old on her debut in the sport and a housewife, to being a true star in the ring. Tonight? Well Mimi just hoped that would be the case again.

* * * *

It had been a long night. Lesa was serenely calm, unusually so for one who could be such a bundle of emotions in the ring at times. Mimi though was burning enough nervous energy for the both of them, pacing anxiously at times, jumping to attention at the slightest noise backstage. The usual noises of an adult pro back stage area; shouting and screaming, the sound of a match evidently carrying on in the backstage. Those too of a post match fucking continuing backstage, expertly so judging by the noises both women smiled at as they broke the tension for a moment. Usually Lesa might have been concerned about a partner burning up so much nervous energy before a match, but not with Mimi. Her daughter was many things, but perhaps her key trait was that she always seemed to have boundless energy. She could go all night, and then be ready to go again only a couple of hours later if it was needed.

Finally, it was the sound of the evening’s booked main event that filled the backstage area, with the title retained by Casey-Mae Johnstone in the Yuletide Brawl. A match that, judging by the raucous crowd noises that had filtered through the wooden walls that had seen so much history, must have been a real barn burner. As that thought formed in Lesa’s head, a counter thought joined it. Did they have barn burners in Iowa; this was farming country so actually burning barns must have been frowned upon!

The most important thing though was that nobody in this arena was going anywhere after the end of the main event. They all knew. Everyone sensed something. Lesa and Mimi felt the stirring of the approaching evil. The malevolent aspects of The Annabelle’s spirit felt to them like it was slowly but surely enveloping the arena. The other wrestlers felt it backstage. They were the chosen prey of The Annabelle so to speak. There was an eerie quiet backstage as if they were remaining silent to avoid the unwanted attention of The Annabelle. The air felt like it was heavy with something….something that those in the arena evidently did not feel. For them, the feeling was that of almost euphoria. Told by the ring announcer ‘sit tight folks, we might have a special lights-out feature match to come yet’, the place had sounded like it was about to come unglued. There was the cheering…..the rhythmic stamping of feet, sounding increasingly like the approach of a stampede. Then the chanting started up. Slowly at first ‘Annabelle...Annabelle’, building quickly in volume, almost frenzied ‘OLE OLE OLE OLE….ANNIE...ANNIE’ the noise filtering through backstage was unlike almost anything that even Lesa, with her wealth of experience, had ever felt before.

‘Mimi….honey, you’re going to have to accept tonight, until we can expose The Annabelle for what she is, we’re the heels out there. Just like Brooklyn said on that TV show. They hated her and she was a good girl. They’re so locked in by the glamour magic out there. It has such a hold on them that they totally adore The Annabelle. But they won’t. Not when they see. Until then, they hate us, so play in to it. Have some fun out there. We’re always the good girls. Well, tonight remember all of that shit that bitches usually get to pull against us, and you use it!’ Lesa told Mimi.

‘But I’m an angel….’Mimi smirked. ‘But….for tonight. Until it’s time, I guess I’m going to have to be a fallen angel. And I’ll be the best bad girl that there is!’ Mimi told her mother.

‘LADIES AND GENTLEMEN...IT’S CHRISTMAS EVE IN WHITEHOOK, IOWA….AND THAT MEANS THAT SOMEONE SPECIAL. SOMEONE IMPORTANT IS COMING…..AND I’M NOT TALKING ABOUT A FAT GUY IN A RED SUIT…..Y’ALL KNOW WHO I’M TALKING ABOUT!’. It was the ring announcer from before, but somehow, he sounded that bit more impressive than he had done. Better, louder, altogether more commanding. The glamour magic was strong.

‘ANNABELLE….ANNABELLE’ the chant started to fairly rumble through the arena like the ominous harbinger of evil. Lesa could see why a lot of girls had spoken about the way they’d felt defeated before the match with The Annabelle had even started.

‘IT IS TIME….FOR YOUR CHRISTMAS EVE MAIN EVENT. A LIGHTS OUT MATCH, UNSANCTIONED BY THE WORLD ADULT PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING COUNCIL, AND IT IS SET FOR ONE FALL WITH NO TIME LIMIT, NO DISQUALIFICATIONS AND NO COUNTOUTS!’ the announcer told those in the main bowl of the arena. He was sounding more impressive by the second. The arena, louder by the second as the rhythmic stamping of feet continued. It was almost as if they were trying to summon up the evil that The Annabelle would bring forth.

‘Come on Mimi. It’s time’ Lesa said, standing up for almost the first time all evening. She didn’t need to stretch. It wasn’t that she was super athletic or anything like that. She was just one of those women that was always ready when it came to it. There was the obligatory check of each other’s gear, though whether the purpose of it was to make sure they weren’t showing too much, or that they weren’t concealing too much wasn’t entirely clear. Lesa took in Mimi’s glittering gold one piece leotard that was really little more than a bikini held together as a one piece by a few panels of see through glitter mesh. It was thong backed, halter necked, and showed her belly off too. Today it was worn over a pair of shimmering footless tights, with a pair of spike heels in gold. A nod to her fallen angel persona for the evening came in the form of her angel wings, worn on a hardness that served the secondary purpose of enhancing her already impressive tits further. Tonight, those wings were black. A glittering version of black, but black in contrast to the rest of the gear that she wore. Finally, there was a cascade of long and lustrous flame red hair, not neatly contained like her mother’s but wild and lightly curled. ‘You’re good to go honey’ Lesa confirmed.

Now Lesa did a perfunctory twirl for Mimi to check her gear as well, and it was the perfect image of sexy practicality. She wore the same style of footless shimmering tights as Mimi, currently with matching gold spike heels. The nylon of her shimmering tights contained thicker legs than her more classically athletic daughter’s did, and gave way to glittering gold thong trunks that her sensational ass was already doing it’s very best to hide. Her top was a simple glittering gold sports bra, though simple did it no justice for the way it lifted and showed off the best tits in adult professional wrestling as voted for twelve years in a row, and eighteen of the last twenty years. There was the classical top knot pony tail of flame red hair, the ponytail falling to well below her waist line. Gold wrist and ankle bands along with matching knee pads, the final touch, with a generous application of glitter to most of the bare areas of skin on show, and given the nature of the minimalist gear she wore, those areas were plentiful. The 5 foot 3 inch, 165lb now light heavyweight sensation was ready as confirmed by Mimi’s nod. She took her daughter’s hand, or Mimi took hers, it wasn’t clear which way it happened, just as the announcer was heard informing the crowd ‘OUR FIRST WRESTLER FOR THE EVENING’S MAIN EVENT WILL BE ACCOMPANIED TO THE RING BY THE INFAMOUS MIMI VALENTINE….OUT OF THE GREAT STATE OF SOUTH DAKOTA’ he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he mentioned the state. ‘THIS IS GOLDEN ANGEL NUMBER ONE, LUSCIOUS LESA VALENTINE!’

At that, Lesa and Mimi ducked out of their locker room to find that while they were the bad girls of the night in the eyes of the crowd, that wasn’t the case backstage. They weren’t totally alone alone in this arena. The whole of the locker room lined that short walk towards the entrance curtain, the eyes of each wrestler conveying what they were all scared to say out loud for fear that the gaze of The Annabelle might fall on them next. ‘Please…..deal with her….we can’t….’ was the message loud and clear to Lesa. Her entrance music was playing, though after the opening bars of Sugar by Maroon 5, all she could truly hear was a crowd chanting for their girl, The Annabelle. And it excited her, because she knew that she would leave the arena that night, cemented as their new favourite, with the legend of The Annabelle picked apart in the ring. ‘Remember Mimi….you’re a bad girl tonight until they know. Play along with it.’

Mimi nodded, then both burst through that curtain into the raucous atmosphere of that arena bowl, now packed with people. It seemed brighter to Lesa than it had when they’d watched the early matches, the ring newer...somehow more prominent that it had been before. The ultimate adult pro good girl raised her middle fingers to the audience and soaked in their jeers, and the rain of screwed up paper and popcorn that was thrown her way. Mimi snatched a beer out of someone’s hand, took a gulp, and spat it up in to the air in a fine mist that her mother, usually not one to condone the waste of beer, walked through to add a fine sheen to the body. Then Mimi took another gulp of the beer, this one perhaps for courage, before she contemplated launching the half empty cup in to the crowd. This crowd might have been booing her and Lesa mercilessly, which frankly was little short of rude, but she still couldn’t quite bring herself to do it yet. The ring walk was short, and at ringside, Lesa perched on the ring apron to kick her spike heels off, then quickly said to Mimi. ‘Remember, you’re the one who is my anchor in reality all night. Be loud so that I know where you are….and tell me quickly, what do you see right now? How does the arena look?’

‘It’s the exact same musty dump that we walked through earlier. The crowd are all locals along with those fans we saw around the hotels earlier. They don’t look quite right...like they’re looking at us, but they don’t really see us’ Mimi replied quickly.

‘It looks new to me out here, and the crowd looks a lot bigger. The glamour magic I guess. But I see you. I always will. She can’t fool me with you’ she told Mimi then she stood, ducked under the middle rope, and she was in the ring, with the ring announcer and the referee. In some respects, she’d never felt more naked in the ring, not wearing the usual amount of ringsiders sperm across her ample chest, but this really wasn’t a crowd in the mood for that kind of thing tonight. Not yet they weren’t anyway. As the crowd started up again with their chants for The Annabelle again, Lesa Valentine smiled, trying to focus on the task at hand through the glamour magic. On the outside, Mimi was already outraged at the crowd, huffing and tossing her hair as she pointed her finger at the crowd and hollered loudly for them to show Lesa some respect. They weren’t listening to her, but Lesa could hear her girl loud and clear, cutting through the din in that arena. ‘Attagirl Mimi’ she muttered under her breath.

‘AND IT IS NOW TIME….YOU WANTED HER….AND SHE IS HERE, READY TO ANSWER YOUR CALL ONCE MORE. SHE IS THE LEGEND OF THE CORN BELT….THE EMPRESS OF IOWA….’ the announcer began, and Lesa heard Mimi yell ‘MORE LIKE THE FUCKING WICKED WITCH OF WHITEHOOK!’ before he got to complete his introduction ‘HERE….IS…..THEEEEEE…...ANNABELLE!!!!!’ Now this arena was raucous as it plunged into total darkness for the moment, and Lesa felt rather than saw that she had been joined in the ring by the malevolent spirit of The Annabelle. The cheering of the crowd reached a level that even Mimi wasn’t able to totally cut through for a moment. Then, one by one, from the furthest edge of the arena, a chant built, each iteration of the words ‘ANNIE’S GONNA GET YA’ accompanied by a set of lights in the arena coming back on, each time getting closer to the ring. Cigar smoke now hung in those lights, even though this whole arena was no smoking given the amount of wood in the structure, and the fact that Lesa could see nobody was actually smoking anything out there. It was all evoking the atmosphere of a bygone era, one in which The Annabelle was perhaps more at home. Lesa glanced to her left, seeing that Mimi was watchful for the moment. Both knew that when the lights hit the ring, then The Annabelle would be there. Lesa shifted lightly on the balls of her bare feet, prepared to go on to the attack as soon as she had a target. It was no time for idly circling with an opponent, especially not this one.

Now it went quickly. The lights hit ringside, and Mimi, in her black angel wings and glittering gold suit was briefly illuminated spectacularly, then plunged back into the semi darkness, as the light hit the ring and Lesa Valentine charged at the opposite corner, looking to jump start the match with a running shoulder block. She had the drop on The Annabelle...then she stopped dead in her tracks a foot short of the evil spirit in the form of a wrestler, because that wrestler….it was Brooklyn! The oh so glamorous brunette whose eyes danced with the light and life that Lesa always remembered them for. ‘Brooklyn?’ Lesa practically stammered, looking incredulously at the woman in front of her, wearing a baby blue bikini and barefoot, in total confusion for a split second, and then a right hand hit her between the eyes with a speed and insidious intent she’d so rarely felt in her storied career. Lesa was reeling, and she felt an eerie sensation as The Annabelle clutched her head with both hands for a moment. It was like those fingers searched her very soul, before she took a nasty headbutt that rattled her senses, and sent her chest first on to the middle rope.

Fortunately for Lesa perhaps, the carnival show woman that was in The Annabelle’s past took over for a moment, and she stuck a double bicep pose at the centre of he ring instead of quickly following up. Lesa’s head swam for a moment, but she could hear Mimi hollering at the ringsiders, a look of absolute disgust writ large on her face as she told them ‘I DON’T KNOW WHAT Y’ALL THINK YOU’RE SEEING….BUT THAT IS ONE UGLY ASS OLD CRONE UP THERE….SHE’S TRICKING Y’ALL!’ YOU STUPID DUMB FUCKS….IT’S AN ILLUSION!’

‘You’re an old crone’ one of the audience yelled back at her before Mimi was forced into a tactical retreat by a shower of flying popcorn and paper again.

‘At least you stupid bastards aren’t dumb enough to throw beer and waste it!’ Mimi sniped back at them, just before she had to deftly sidestep a flying cup of beer!

‘FUCK….OWWWW! BROOKLYN...WAIT…..NOOOOOOO!’ Lesa shrieked as she was pulled off the ropes and introduced to the top turnbuckle face first by her opponent, still in the form of her former friendly rival. Fuck...those turnbuckles were thinly padded, or The Annabelle had sent her into it with more force than she was used to. Either way, Lesa grabbed the top ropes for support, facing the turnbuckles, and the Annabelle whipped a nasty punch around in the belly of the glamorous golden angel who groaned at it’s impact. There was no respite this time as she was immediately Irish whipped to the opposite corner, and another shuddering impact with the turnbuckles. Still….she could get out of the way of Brooklyn’s avalanche splash in the corner, Lesa’s brain told her. She always could. The problem was of course that this might have looked like Brooklyn, but it wasn’t. Not even close; this was The Annabelle, as fast as she was strong, and the avalanche splash landed before Lesa had even formed the thought to get out of the way.

On the outside, Mimi was totally incredulous as Lesa slid down the turnbuckle and found the sole of the foot of The Annabelle pressed to her throat. Mimi didn’t see Brooklyn. She didn’t see the glamorous blonde fairground wrestler of old. Somehow, for some reason she couldn’t figure for now, she saw straight through the glamour magic, and saw the old crone literally fly across the ring, feet not touching the canvas, to splash her mother. This was unfair; she turned to yell at the crowd, wanting to tell them as much, but once more her protests to them fell on ears that didn’t hear, or weren’t capable of hearing. Instead the crowd looked past the glorious wing wearing golden angel, to the apparent angel in the ring that they were so besotted with. Mimi huffed and tossed her hair as Lesa finally forced that foot off her throat, but once again she got no respite as her oh so long top knot ponytail was grabbed to force her straight to her feet. Immediately, she was lifted, paraded to the centre of the ring, and body slammed there. The combination of the otherworldly power of The Annabelle and the ring canvas being no better passed has Lesa Valentine groaning ‘Aaaaggggh!’ as her back arched from the impact. The Annabelle stomped her, foot landing on her tits, then dropped to pin her, forearm roughly pushing her face to the side. She got a one count, barely. You didn’t pin the great Lesa Valentine that easily, witch or not!

Mimi paced anxiously, seeing that Lesa hadn’t even gotten out of of the blocks so far in the match, while The Annabelle pulled her up to her feet, just using one hand in that long ponytail to do so. A chop slashed across Lesa’s breasts, the slapping sound ringing out as the arena cheered the move almost as one. Lesa was reeling, The Annabelle backed her up to the ropes, and sent her off to the opposite side of the ring. When Lesa rebounded, she was already there, waiting at centre ring to floor her with a chop that slid up into her throat. ‘Fuck…..Brooklyn...OWWW!’ Lesa gasped, then her top knot ponytail was snatched again to help pull her up. The Annabelle used a nasty straight fingered thrust to the breasts now, making Lesa yelp as Mimi winced. She saw how long and sharp those nails really were. Then, The Annabelle aimed Lesa at the ropes again, setting up at centre ring to strike with those vicious nails again. Lesa didn’t rebound into the impact though, not this time, thanks to the interjection of Mimi who snatched her ankles to trip her and pulled her out of the ring beneath the bottom rope. It was time for an early pep talk Mimi had decided, crouching besides her mother who kneeled, ass touching the thin mats on the outside of the ring between her calves.

‘Mom….That is not Brooklyn! It’s a fucking witch. I see her, clear as day!’ Mimi told Lesa, voice raised over the noise of the crowd.

Lesa looked at her daughter, looked up at the ring and saw Brooklyn, then looked back and said ‘But….look at her…..that’s Brook….’

‘NO MOM, IT SO ISN’T! IT’S AN EVIL OLD CRON….’ Mimi said, looking up at the ring to see The Annabelle herself, but she wasn’t there. And if she wasn’t there, then where was she? ‘OWWWWW!’ Mimi suddenly shrieked as her long red hair was snatched from behind and she was simply tossed aside by The Annabelle into the barricades at ringside.

Now Lesa was fuming. Nobody treated her girl like that! She lunged at The Annabelle, catching her with a headbutt to the stomach. Now, hit for the first time in the match, The Annabelle glitched, back to the beautiful blonde fairground wrestler in the pristine white swimsuit and old fashioned wrestling boots. ‘Hello blondie…..where’d you come from?’ Lesa remarked, getting up and trying to catch The Annabelle with a running clothesline. She may have changed form for the first time, but that did not change the speed of The Annabelle. She ducked the move with ease, took the back of Lesa’s head as she went past her, and wrenched her to those thin mats with the nastiest of neck breakers.

Lesa’s body jerked up from the painful impact and she clutched at the back of her head while The Annabelle simply stood on her, both feet balanced perfectly on Lesa’s stomach. She gasped, realising that she couldn’t catch her breath. It felt like the weight of a hundred years or more pressing down on her, not the 130lbs that Brooklyn weighed. Her legs kicked at the ground, bare feet weakly drumming at those thin mats as she squirmed. But The Annabelle, now back to her Brooklyn guise was unmoved, her balance perfect. There was a hint of desperation as she moaned ‘can’t…..fucking…..breathe’, then there was relief. Mimi had kicked off her own spike heels to go barefoot as well, and those bare feet hit The Annabelle right between the shoulder blades in a perfect drop kick to knock her off Lesa and into the ring apron now. Mimi did land a little across Lesa, but that was nothing compared to the crushing weight that she’d been able to remove from her. The Annabelle briefly became blonde again, but by the time Mimi and Lesa had helped each other up, the hands that sunk into their hair appeared to belong to Brooklyn again, at least to Lesa’s eyes, just before she and Mimi suffered a double noggin knocker.

Both reeled in opposite directions, Mimi dropping to her knees while The Annabelle grabbed the back of Lesa’s trunks and tights, her hair with the other hand, and rolled her under the ropes and back into the ring. Now The Annabelle used the top rope to propel herself over it and into a simple splash across the body of Lesa. Straight into another pin too, another barely one count though as Lesa seemed to pretty much tell her ‘not yet witch!’ The crowd roared in approval again though as The Annabelle continued to dominate, pulling Lesa’s hair to trap her in a crushing, choking rear head scissors on the mat, the back of Lesa’s head trapped against her crotch by powerful legs. ‘Gnnnaaahhhh!’ Lesa moaned. The power of The Annabelle was coming into play again, but this was wrestling. Lesa Valentine had many skills, but wrestling was foremost amongst them. Even as the sound of the crowd, as raucous as they were, was deadened for Lesa, replaced by the sound of her own blood pumping in her ears, such was the power of the hold, she countered deftly. One of her bare feet quickly pushed between The Annabelle’s feet, pushing her ankles apart to weaken her hold. Now her head could move, though it didn’t do so forwards and out of the hold. Not at first. No, if this crowd had decided that she was the bad girl here, then she gave them bad girl with aback headbutt into the crotch of The Annabelle who, to the shock of the crowd, moaned a little in pain. She was usually impervious….what was this, they wondered? Was the golden grappler some sort of demon in the guise of a wrestler to have actually been able to hurt The Annabelle?

‘Yeah mom! Get that bitch!’ Mimi cried out from the outside as the rumbling chant and stomping of feet started up in the arena for The Annabelle. Lesa was very intent on following up on the attack just as her daughter had encourages, snatching the hair of The Annabelle, still blonde hair at that she noted, to wrestle her into the ropes so that she could try to choke her on the middle rope. ‘YEAH! THAT’S IT MOM’ Mimi cried out loudly, turning to the fans to scream at them ‘SEE….YOUR FUCKING WITCH IS GOING TO GET IT NOW!’

The crowd just cheered though because, behind Mimi’s back, The Annabelle had grabbed Lesa’s trunks as she’d tried to lean into her against the ropes to choke her, and then then power had come in to play again. That and the leverage the gear grab had afforded her’ it was enough that she was able to pull Lesa on to the ropes instead. Mimi turned, just in time to see The Annabelle secure a cravat hold around Lesa’s head, and that middle rope, choking her pretty effectively. Oh now, this move was a problem Mimi knew. Lesa knew it too, but there wasn’t much chance of a lucid response to it from her right now. Choking was a real weakness for Lesa. She’d been forced to cum numerous times by such moves. Usually Mimi would let it play out. As a baby-face, she could hardly interfere so the crowd would often get to enjoy the spectacle of Lesa Valentine screaming out in orgasm in the ring. Usually. Tonight Mimi was a baby-face no more in the eyes of this crowd. It was she and Lesa who were the personification of evil right now to them. The Annabelle strengthened her grip on the hold, and Mimi could see the tell tale twitching of the thick nylon encased right leg that was so often the harbinger of an orgasm where Lesa was concerned. Mimi spread her angel wings, literally, and called ‘HEY WITCH!’ at The Annabelle. As The Annabelle switched her focus for a moment, Mimi slapped her face and shoved her off Lesa for a moment.

‘FUCKING ANGEL…’ The Annabelle actually hissed at Mimi, her green eyes, seen that way only by Mimi it seemed in this whole arena flared as they locked on to the fallen angel even as she shifted up to kneel on to the ring apron to check in on Lesa. Those eyes narrowed. The Annabelle had perhaps spotted a chance for a two for one play.

‘Mom, are you OK?’ Mimi whispered into Lesa’s ear.

‘She’d getting tired’ Lesa smiled weakly, just as Mimi’s eyes saw the fast approaching Annabelle, literally flying across the ring. Instinctively, she pushed Lesa to the side and braced herself for the impact that sent her out, right on to the laps of two ringsiders. The crowd all saw a perfect baseball slide drop-kick from The Annabelle. Only Mimi knew that there had been no slide. The Annabelle hadn’t had her feet touch the canvas as she came in for the move once, she’d performed what? A hover slide? Whatever it was, Mimi groaned from the heavy impact of the drop-kick. Then she groaned again as the two people she’d landed across in the front row recoiled almost in unison, crying ‘WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT IN THE RING?!’. That rolled Mimi off them and to the floor at their feet, making her groan again, but the perceived slight of the crowd to her mother made her stir again a little slowly, just as Lesa was forced to her feet to undergo a series of flying hair mares in the ring, each landing a little sloppier than the last as she was hair whipped to the mat.

‘YOU SHOW HER SOME RESPECT! THAT’S MY FUCKING MOTHER!’ Mimi screeched in the faces of the two front row fans. Both of them looked at her blankly, like they’d only just noticed this hot tempered redhead in front of them, even though she had been lying on them seconds earlier. Then they both laughed at her like she’d said the most ridiculous thing ever.

‘Ugly slut like you? She can’t be your mother! She’s a goddess!’ one told her.

‘Yeah! Don’t be so ridiculous!’ the other ringsider told her.

Mimi huffed. She was not a slut. Well, not an ugly one anyway, she was stunning! Her attention returned back to the match while she walked off the insult, and watched Lesa struggling beneath the reverse chinlock that the Annabelle had settled into so that she could maul and punish her further. Her head went left and then right, then left again as The Annabelle worked the hold around again and again. It had Lesa’s throat presented up for another choking attack, but for now, the Annabelle was enjoying working the wear down hold it seemed and didn’t switch.

‘C’mon Brooklyn….let’s talk it out!’ Lesa gasped. ‘I get that you’re mad at me about something, but c’mon….ooooooohhhhh!’ she tried, turning to a long and quite sensual moan as The Annabelle licked her face, then got her tongue into Lesa’s ear. This was a new kind of sensual assault even for Lesa, because it frankly felt like The Annabelle’s tongue in her ear was literally fucking her. ‘Ooohhh….you kinky fucker!’ Lesa moaned loudly before The Annabelle went back to working the chinlock again, harshly punishing the golden angel who wailed ‘noooo’ in response to the referee asking her if she wanted to submit.’Brooklyn…..come on now...no! NO!’ Lesa cried, just as The Annabelle got back to her feet, and then dropped to her knees just as quickly, sending an elbow smash on to the top of her head to stun her. Then it was back to the choking again, not quite as effectively as with the ring ropes, as from the same position, she wrapped Lesa’s long ponytail around her throat and pulled on it to tighten up the hold. ‘Brooklyn!’ Lesa gasped, her arms reaching out for help that wasn’t there at the moment, while the witch continued to work on her, wearing her out slowly but surely.

Mimi banged the palms of her hands on the apron now, trying to attract her mom’s attention above the raucous chanting in the arena, all of which was in favour of The Annabelle. ‘LOOK AT ME MOM!’ she screamed at the top of her voice. ‘THAT IS NOT BROOKLYN. NOT….BROOKLYN! DO YOU HEAR ME?’ she screeched as The Annabelle’s gaze fell on her once more. Unseen to the witch though, Lesa quickly gave Mimi the thumbs up in front of her body; the message it seemed had finally got through. ‘If you’re not Brooklyn though’ Lesa muttered, her breath a little ragged thanks to the restrictive effect of the choking by her own hair, ‘then who are you?’. With the Annabelle just distracted by Mimi’s hollering at ringside, Lesa moved quickly, turning into the move, even if it did tighten the choking grasp of her hair for the moment. She knew it was the only way out of the hold, and she had to go quickly, ramming two elbows back in the body of The Annabelle. A suddenly blonde again Annabelle, after those two elbows forced her to lose her hold of the hair, and Lesa sprung up, setting off for the ropes, bare feet padding on the ring canvas as she picked up momentum to deliver a shoulder block to The Annabelle. She stood firm, unmoved it seemed by the 165lb frame of Lesa Valentine barrelling in to her. Undeterred, Lesa set off for the ropes again. As much as she hated to run the ropes, she knew that she needed that extra momentum behind her move today. Her shoulder-block hit the still blonde Annabelle again now, and there it was for the first time, just the faintest flicker that The Annabelle glitched back to the witch. Lesa saw it, barely, from the very corner of her eye. The gasp from the crowd suggested that they’d seen something unexpected too, although it wasn’t quite clear what that was. Lesa hit the ropes again, maybe against her better judgement. The shoulder-blocks had seen her have success though; for the first time The Annabelle had been forced into a backward step by it.

She set her sights on meeting her shoulder to chest, gained the momentum as she sprung off the ropes, and, fuck…..how did The Annabelle managed to dodge her and grab her hair to rip Lesa to the canvas in one smooth move? Lesa bumped to the mat, The Annabelle dropped an elbow and went for the pin; still not a two count. Lesa was well known to be almost impossible to pin, and so far, that was holding good here. Mimi hollered at the ref now ‘HEY REF! SHE CHEATED….SHE CAN’T FUCKING TELEPORT OUT OF THE WAY!’ like there was some sort of passage in the adult pro rules book that specifically forebode it.

‘Get down off the apron or I’ll throw you out! It’s a no disqualification match anyway!’ the ref pointed out.

‘Well how are you going to throw me out then you dumbass?’ Mimi laughed at him smartly. She’d have slapped him if he’d have come close enough to her. It seemed that the ref was very well aware of that as he maintained a safe distance from the fiery fallen angel.

Mimi’s distraction of the referee had kept him out of position for The Annabelle’s next pin attempt now as she tried for an old fashioned folding press. ‘No you fucking don’t’ Lesa told her as she flipped free of the pin, and suddenly she had The Annabelle between her thick and powerful, shimmering nylon clad thighs. All she needed to do was close them tight around her body and squeeze, but instead she scissored thin air, because the Annabelle wasn’t there again. And if she wasn’t there, then where was she? That was answered a split second later as she seemed to come out of nowhere to flatten the seated golden angel with a flying meteora, straight into a schoolgirl pin, sat high on those famous breasts. Again though, not even a two count, as Lesa kicked out to the apparent frustration of The Annabelle who hissed at the ref.

‘REF, SHE DID IT AGAIN! SHE’S A FUCKING CHEATING WITCH!’ Mimi screamed, back up on the apron causing the ref to admonish her again. But then she saw that The Annabelle was coming for her, so she jumped down off the apron and ran for cover, only to turn straight into a clothesline from The Annabelle who had used her teleporting ability to take Mimi down this time. ‘Fucking angel…’ The Annabelle hissed at Mimi now, just before Lesa slid under the bottom rope with a genuine baseball slide drop-kick to catapult The Annabelle into the barricade at ringside.

‘Surprise bitch!’ Lesa laughed as her momentum took her out of the ring so that she could get straight into the now blonde hair of The Annabelle to pull her up. She ducked between the Annabelle’s right arm, grabbed her around the waist and lifted her as if she might suplex her there on the floor. Instead, she dropped her one leg either side of the barricade in the nastiest of atomic drops. Well, she was wrestling an actual witch, what else was she supposed to do other than get creative and nasty? Again, blonde Annabelle glitched to witch Annabelle, just for a split second, drawing a gasp from the crowd but it was like they forgot all about that almost instantly, and just started to cheer and chant for her again. They were as tightly embraced by the glamour magic as they had ever been. Lesa delivered a chop to the breasts of The Annabelle now, but to little effect as The Annabelle just kicked out, catching her in the thigh and knocking her away. It was like she was drawing something off the crowd, using their energy to boost her whenever she might have been in trouble. The Annabelle got herself down off the barricade and slowly changed back, through the blonde wrestler, to Brooklyn again. Lesa came in, and the fast feet of The Annabelle caught her right in the stomach this time, just above the dual waistbands of trunks and tights. Lesa doubled forward, The Annabelle snagged her head beneath one arm, and with a grip of those dual waistbands, she found herself effortlessly vertical suplexed to a heavy landing on the thinly padded floor outside the ring.

‘Aagghhhh…..OOOHH FUCK!’ Lesa groaned loudly, just before the Annabelle climbed up on to the ring apron, and threw herself off them with a splash to the floor that crushed the breath out of the gold clad grappler for a moment. The crowd was right back into it again. The Annabelle was just as strong as ever, and she could actually wrestle alongside all of the other tricks that she had up her sleeve. If a situation had ever looked more helpless, well Mimi couldn’t think of one off the top of her head as she stirred from the punishing clothesline. How the hell did you stop something that might not even have been truly of this world?

Well, Mimi had a plan, but it wasn’t in following the Annabelle up those steps on to the apron, to throw herself off them, hoping to splash the Annabelle on top of her mother and make her the meat in a Valentine sandwich, only to find that the witch moved at the last second so that she also splashed on to Lesa. The crowd roared their approval. Their favourite, The Annabelle, was simply a step ahead of the two golden angels. They’d seen this same thing unfold for years. The domination. The total control and command of the situations that happened in a match. Nobody could match their girl, The Annabelle.

‘Shit…..sorry mom, she moved!’ Mimi said to her mother.

‘I gathered….nice to see you honey’ Lesa managed to groan as she struggled to catch her breath again. Then she started as she truly caught her first proper sight of The Annabelle. Really saw her, not just an implied glance out of the corner of her eye, with Mimi still lying across her body. ‘Who the hell is that ugly fucking hag Mimi?’ she asked out loud.

‘For fucks sake mom!’ Mimi managed before she felt her hair snatched from behind by The Annabelle. Even as she was physically lifted off Lesa, Mimi screeched ‘I’VE BEEN TELLING YOU ALL ALONG...THAT’S WHO YOU’RE FIGH…..OOOOWWWWW FUUCCCKK!’ she finished as she was sent into the ring post on the outside by The Annabelle this time. As soon as Mimi was lifted off her again though, all that Lesa saw was Brooklyn again, throwing her daughter at the ring post. ‘What the fuck?’ she thought to herself. She’d seen the old hag meld back into the gorgeous brunette right in front of her eyes. As her ponytail was snatched again to pull her up from the floor, so she could be rolled back under the bottom rope, her mind swam with everything that had happened so far.

‘TEN MINUTES HAVE GONE IN THE MATCH….TEN MINUTES’ the announcer told the crowd, the noise in the arena seemed to build even more, into a cacophony in which Lesa could barely hear herself think, but she knew that she had to. Because if she didn’t….she knew that they’d got no chance and that was the very best case scenario. As the noise built and built, for the briefest second, that noise escaped out into the darkness of the high street, as a figure slipped into the arena quietly, eyes darting left and right as they did so, as if they were looking for something or someone, before they entered the furthest reaches of the main arena bowl…

Part Four – The Key To It All

Lesa rolled slowly to her knees and braced herself, in her trademark pose, butt touching the canvas between her calves. She knew that another onslaught was coming from The Annabelle. She wasn’t going to be able to stop it in the end on her own. But if she couldn’t do it on her own, then what was the secret? It was right there in front of her, struggling to get back up after taking another punishing impact courtesy of The Annabelle. Lesa didn’t totally understand the how or the why of it, but Mimi was somehow unique in this whole arena. She was the one not taken in by the glamour magic of the Annabelle at all. And for the first time in this whole match, while Mimi had been laying across her, following the failed splash attempt, Lesa had truly seen what The Annabelle was at last.

‘MIMI….IT’S YOU. YOU’RE THE KEY. MAKE THEM SEEEUUGGHHH!’ Lesa managed before The Annabelle was back in the ring with her, using a drop kick to the middle of the back to send Lesa back to the canvas, in trouble once again. Mimi had heard her, Lesa was sure. But did she understand, or know what she really needed to do? Right now, she just looked confused as The Annabelle went for a pin. Lesa kicked out at one again. No matter the situation, she was some way from being ready to pin just yet.

There was no respite though. There never was against a relentless opponent at the best of times in adult pro. When that relentless opponent also happened to be supernatural as well, well then those brief periods of respite were truly non-existent. The Annabelle went for another pin, this time both legs hooked, Lesa’s ass pointed to the lights in the tight package pin. Still only a one count. If The Annabelle was frustrated, it perhaps only showed in her eyes, glowing a brighter shade of free for the briefest of moments, in Mimi’s view at least.

‘Why won’t you stay down?’ The Annabelle hissed at Lesa, her voice a hoarse rasp and nothing more.

‘Because you’re not a wrestler….witch!’ Lesa shot back, and she paid for it immediately with a forearm smash to the chest as soon as she got back to her knees again. It took her breath away, but she fought back, because she had to, landing a forearm smash of her own in return. The Annabelle was barely rocked though, then she fired back with another of her own. Lesa was rocked back again, and when she tried to fire back this time, she was stopped, the move blocked by the crossed arms of The Annabelle. That left her wide open now, and The Annabelle made Lesa pay with a thrust to the throat that left her gagging for breath. Once again, Lesa’s long ponytail was grabbed to force her to her feet, and The Annabelle set about another series of punishing moves. This was the dilemma for Lesa, and Mimi to an extent. The Annabelle could wrestle pretty well. There was every chance that left to her own devices with Lesa, in the end The Annabelle would break though her resilience and find a way to beat her. But Lesa knew that she had to fight her alone for now, because she needed Mimi to focus on what she needed her to do. Then Lesa hit the ropes at the behest of The Annabelle and rebounded into a fierce clothesline that took her to the canvas with another bump. Mimi looked at the action in the ring, and paced anxiously at ringside, unsure about quite what it was she needed to do. The Annabelle pressed on relentlessly, not caring what Mimi was up to for now, as she peeled Lesa up, lifted her, and delivered an across the knee backbreaker before pushing Lesa to the canvas with disdain. Her focus of attack had shifted now, no longer looking just for a pinfall to wing the match. A submission would do just as well for her to claim the win, and the fighting soul of Lesa Valentine. She grabbed Lesa’s right leg and right arm, using them to position her on her side. Then she planted a foot in the small of Lesa’s back, and used the grip to pull the redhead into a bow and arrow hold. A painful bow and arrow hold at that, well applied to torque Lesa’s body every bit as effectively as it also showed her body off to the crowd.

‘Oh no, no, no!!’ Lesa Valentine moaned as the first wave of pain washed over her. ‘NO...no….OWWWWWW! Never, NO!’ Lesa moaned and groaned. Nobody had asked if she submitted or not, but just in case, she was denying it. Submissions though? That could be a problem in the end if The Annabelle stuck with the approach. When Lesa lost it was almost always to some form of submission hold. The Annabelle worked the arm and leg again. A rowing action of sorts to up the level of the torque, and Lesa’s moans and groans filled the arena. Mimi glanced up at the small screen that was above the ring. There she saw Brooklyn….no, the crone, with the hold on Lesa. When she looked directly at the ring though, she saw that her mother really was being punished by the witch, not Brooklyn.

‘Make them see’ Mimi muttered to herself. That was what her mom had said to her just before The Annabelle had set about her again. A glance at Lesa’s eyes told her that there was still plenty of resolve there for now. Mimi considered what she’d been told again. ‘Make them see!’ she exclaimed. She had an idea, but where was the match being filmed from? Could she grab a camera, and then if it was she filming the action, looking through that viewfinder at the ring, would they see what she alone saw at the moment? There! There was a cameraman filming the action from the otherwise empty entrance runway. That was what she could see being streamed on to the screen. Mimi started to move cautiously in his direction, keeping a close eye on the in ring action as she went. Mimi wanted to be ready to slide into the ring in an instant if her mom needing bailing out here. Right now, as The Annabelle worked the hold again, Lesa’s wailing was anguished but still resolute enough. She wouldn’t be ready to give up just yet, Mimi’s ears told her. She sidled around the ring, and got in to the entrance way, then a thought entered her head. If the cameraman was under the influence of the glamour magic as well, then surely he wasn’t just going to be prepared to surrender the camera to her. As she thought about that, she spotted a figure moving slowly through the crowd, slight and moving with an easy grace, a baseball cap pulled low to cover their eyes a little. It stood out to Mimi, because it was pretty unique in this arena that the figure was the only one moving. Everyone else was focussed intently on the action, almost transfixed. A cry of pain from Lesa as The Annabelle stretched her again brought Mimi back to the present reminding her that she was on a tight timescale. She ducked down, then popped back up no more than an inch from the lens of the camera, startling the cameraman who had been oblivious to her presence.

‘Hi! I’m going to be needing this!’ Mimi told him, giving him a shove as she grabbed the lens and wrestled the camera out of his hands. The cameraman fell on his butt, and Mimi turned the camera quickly, pointing it at the action. She concentrated just for a moment on getting the action in frame and focussed, watching anxiously as The Annabelle punished Lesa. Then Mimi glanced at the screen, and her heart sank. Even though she saw the witch version of The Annabelle through the viewfinder, on the screen, the version of The Annabelle that she saw wasn’t the witch, it was still the guise of Brooklyn. ‘Fuck!’ Mimi complained, then she dropped the camera to the floor and rushed her way back to ringside. If the camera didn’t work, then what?

‘No, no, no….never!’ Lesa wailed in the stretching hold in the ring, a hold that finally, The Annabelle grew a little frustrated of and her attempt to make Lesa submit to it. She kicked her away, then went to the hair to peel the redhead off the canvas so that she could immediately lift and drop her with a back suplex. The landing may have stacked Lesa high on her shoulders, but still it didn’t earn The Annabelle a two count. Mimi looked on helpless though as the Annabelle pulled Lesa up again, then got behind her to apply a tight waist-lock. As before, the tongue of the witch went searching for Lesa’s face and neck, making her moan before she was surprised by simply being lifted and dropped on her butt.

Now The Annabelle got in behind her on the mat, body tight against Lesa’s back and turned the redhead so that she was looking directly at her daughter on the outside. The Annabelle had mischief in mind. Nasty, nefarious, mischief as she eased Lesa’s top up a little way to expose the bottom third of her spectacular breasts. Immediately her fingers found them, as her legs circled around the waist of Lesa Valentine, controlling, squeezing, stopping the ravishing redhead from totally filling her lungs. And then, the long fingers of The Annabelle went to work.

This was tit work like none Lesa Valentine had faced in her career. She’d been more sensitive to it of late, since that bitch Charlotte, the CEO of Women’s Wrestling Incorporated, had milked her mercilessly on a tour of the UK. Those fingers of Annabelle’s had over a century of experience in milking an adult wrestler and it showed. ‘Mmmmfffff…...ooooohhhhh, fuck!’ Lesa Valentine moaned loudly. Her breasts throbbed almost instantly to the expert touch of The Annabelle. Mimi knew she was supposed to be focussed on making them seen, but as Lesa loudly howled ‘AAAIIIEEEEE!’, she couldn’t just leave her there to suffer the tit torture. As she climbed up on to the apron though, left knee on there as she grabbed the middle rope with both hands, The Annabelle locked her gaze on to Mimi, and she stopped in her tracks. Not because she was scared of the witch, though she was more than ugly enough to terrify most, but because she was stopped by feeling the fierce pain of what The Annabelle was doing to her mother in her own breasts as well. Mimi wailed in anguish at feeling herself starting to get milked, by phantom fingers it seemed, as there was nothing actually touching her. She glanced down, but it was an effort to break the gaze of The Annabelle, such was it’s draw. Mimi’s top was askew, just as was that of her mother in the ring. ‘No….ooohhhhh….mmmnngghhh!’ both moaned now, almost in unison. ‘Fuck!’ Lesa groaned. She could feel the tell tale warm stickiness just starting to ooze from her nipple, such was the expertise of The Annabelle’s work.

‘OOHHH SHIT!’ Mimi wailed in anguish at feeling the same thing; something that was as yet a unique experience for her in adult pro. She had never been milked by anyone in her lifetime.

‘OH NO…..NOOOO! JESUS!’ Lesa Valentine screeched now as The Annabelle moved swiftly on from milking her to sink her nails, that were like daggers, in to Lesa’s breasts. The milking had made her that bit more sensitive to it, and Mimi felt the same stabbing pain as her eyes screwed shut in pain….and then her pain was gone. It was the gaze of The Annabelle that had somehow projected her mother’s pain on to her. But it had been more that just feeling the pain, somehow she’d been milked too. This was more than just a mind trick!

The pain was still there for Lesa though, in physical contact with the Annabelle, and it was just about to get worse for her. As Mimi forced herself to not look for fear of locking eyes with the witch once again, The Annabelle used her double handed grip of Lesa’s breasts to wrestle her skywards for a moment so that she could deliver a cruel keister bounce. ‘OWWW….YOU FUCKING BITCH!’ Lesa protested loudly at suffering that butt busting blow to the hard canvas. Mimi turned away, desperate to find the solution and make them see while Lesa wailed in anguish as The Annabelle went searching in her top once more. This time her intent was different though, no longer punishing or sensual in nature. Instead, it was to be sorcery that she had in mind, with the aim of setting up another devastating attack once more. Triumphantly, she produced a length of cord from Lesa’s top, gold in colour, not unlike a tag rope in nature but longer. She brandished it above her head now, announcing to the crowd ‘see how this cheating bitch is bringing weapons into the ring!’. The gold colour of the rope it seemed implicated that it was Lesa’s

The crowd jeered Lesa loudly, buying in to the implication that she was the villain of the peace once more. Mimi turned to them in despair, waving her arms to tell them no….it was their girl The Annabelle who was the cheater and had magicked up the rope. They had no interest in her protests though, even when she not unreasonably pointed out ‘THERE’S NO FUCKING ROOM IN THAT TOP ALONG WITH THOSE BIG TITS YOU DUMB ASSES!’. That just brought another round of jeers down on the increasingly frustrated fallen angel. Her hands went to her head, almost pulling her own hair as she screamed ‘GRRRRR….IT’S FUCKING HOPELESS! YOU CAN’T SEE WHAT’S RIGHT THERE!’

‘They can Mimi….they will. You have to make them’ a voice told her. Was it in her head? It must be, surely. The crowd still acted like they didn’t see her most of the time. Lesa was busy, so it wasn’t her either as she found herself on the receiving end of a shoulder breaker from The Annabelle who instantly just lifted her again and delivered the same move to the other shoulder. The golden cord was on the ring floor for now, but it was clear that The Annabelle would use it. Why else would she have bothered to magic the thing up if it wasn’t to be used after all?

‘Make them see Mimi….that’s what you have to do’ that voice again. Mimi wondered if she was going crazy as The Annabelle completed her trifecta of moves, planting Lesa at the centre of the ring with a body slam. Mimi turned, scanned the crowd. There….at the centre of the front row. The figure with that baseball hat pulled low over their eyes. Of all the people in the arena, there was one not looking at the action in the ring, and they were looking straight at Mimi. Interesting….Mimi started to move in that direction slowly, not wanting to draw attention while she wondered who it was, and if they might prove to be a useful ally. At least they acted like they actually saw her. It was a start.

‘Did you….talk to me?’ Mimi whispered quietly to the figure, trying to look casual as she leaned on to the railing next to her. She still didn’t want to draw attention to the face that there was someone else here, no totally captivated by the work of The Annabelle.

‘Yes’ the figure whispered back. Up close now, Mimi could tell that it was the voice of a woman. Timid sounding, yet with purpose at the same time. The Annabelle in the ring had total control of the situation, aiming Lesa at the corner for a heavy posting that saw the golden angel slide down the turnbuckles to the canvas as she hit.

‘You actually see me. Properly, I mean?’ Mimi whispered.

‘I do. She hasn’t quite got me with her magic completely. You make a beautiful angel Mimi. You’re so like your mother….just taller’ the woman told her.

‘And much younger too’ Mimi whispered. She always liked to point that fact out, whatever the circumstances.

‘Wait...who are you?’ Mimi asked now.

‘Dr Brooklyn Davidson...PhD in supernatural phenomena’ the woman whispered.

‘So...you’re the Brooklyn’ Mimi questioned.

‘That’s right...one and the same’ she agreed.

‘Aren’t you terrified to be here?’ Mimi asked. She recalled the interview they’d seen, was it only a couple of days ago?!

‘Absolutely I am...but I had to come. Y’all were going to need some help’ Brooklyn told her. ‘And you’re wasting time Mimi’ Brooklyn told her. She could see that The Annabelle was wrapping that cord around Lesa’s throat with the intent of then tying it around the ring post to secure her. ‘What do you need to do?’ she said.

‘Make them see...but how?!’ Mimi asked.

‘You’re the key Mimi. You see her clearly. And it was a nice idea with the camera. I wondered if that would work’ Brooklyn said to the gorgeous young redhead, who was still confused.

‘But...you said that I’m the key. My mom said that too’ Mimi said, the level of confusion in her voice really clear. ‘But I don’t know how I’m the key or what I should do!’

‘Mimi...although the magic doesn’t quite have me, I still see two Lesa’s in that ring. That’s kind of how it works. I’m more or less seeing The Annabelle as I desire. Now I know the real Lesa is the one tied to that ring post by the golden cord right. The other Lesa isn’t quite right….and I see which one you look at with concern’ Brooklyn said to Mimi.

‘She’s on the ground and pretty tied up’ Mimi confirmed.

‘So you really do see the witch clearly...interesting. Mimi, hold my hand’ Brooklyn said to her.

‘Why, are you scared again?’ Mimi asked, but crucially she did as Brooklyn had asked her to do. Immediately, she felt the horror in Brooklyn. The way she recoiled with a sharp gasp. It took her a second to gather herself, but when she did so, it was with a clarity.

‘Your touch is all that it takes Mimi. You touch them….they see’ Brooklyn told the redhead. Then she tried to warn ‘look out!’ but it was too late. With Lesa tied up in the corner. The Annabelle had decided to turn her attention to Mimi, coming off the apron with a double axe handle blow to the back of the head, to stun and floor her. Mimi was down, and although she finally had some clarity in what she needed to do now, she had a problem, because The Annabelle had plans for her as she rolled her into the ring under the bottom rope. As she rolled, Mimi caught sight of the front row of the crowd, and, where was Brooklyn? Had she imagined the whole thing somehow? No….that touch; that recoil from her at seeing the witch? That had been real enough. As was the powerful hand in her hair that made her screech when The Annabelle pulled her up off the canvas by it.

‘Ugly bitch!’ Mimi spat at The Annabelle, swinging a slap at her.

‘Fucking angel…’ The Annabelle hissed, then she pulled Mimi on to a short clothesline that levelled the feisty redhead with ease. Immediately, The Annabelle was in Mimi’s hair with one hand, but she looked at Lesa and raised her other hand towards the golden angel tied up in the corner of the ring. Mimi just about heard her start to incant some sort of spell beneath her breath, and immediately, Lesa’s right hand came away from the rope at her neck, going inside the twin waistbands of tights and trunks to start to finger blast herself.

‘Fuck….MOM, NO!’ Mimi cried out. She knew that a shattering orgasm wasn’t exactly going to help Lesa in this situation, and with her also getting choked, shattering was what it was going to be. She tried to push The Annabelle off her as she heard Lesa moaning ‘Mmmmmm….ooohhhhh…..MMMMMM, Fuck…..Mmmmmmffffff!’ as she started to bring herself rapidly to a climax. The Annabelle simply brushed Mimi off, and then tucked her head beneath her right arm and planted her with a short DDT, Mimi’s forehead smacking into the canvas to daze her.

The situation was back to looking as helpless as ever once again. Mimi was down and groggy, even before The Annabelle delivered a snap leg drop around the back of her head to keep her that way. And in the corner, well Lesa simply moaned and wailed through the throes of an orgasm even as the rope secured to the ring post, tight around her neck, threatened to choke her in to the dark abyss. Mimi was snatched up by the hair now, not totally feeling it in her groggy state, not totally hearing her mother scream out in orgasm in the corner either. Then she was thrown between the ropes in the corner, The Annabelle aiming to send her shoulder first into the corner post. A glancing blow, but Mimi fell to the floor on the outside, and once again, The Annabelle had Lesa to herself as the glamorous golden clad grappler tried desperately to gather herself to somehow withstand another onslaught. The cheers of the crowd, their chanting for The Annabelle, it all simply strengthened her, making her surely undeniable now.

‘TWENTY MINUTES GONE IN THE MATCH…..TWENTY MINUTES’ the ring announcer informed the excited crowd. It barely mattered. It was surely over whenever The Annabelle so desired now as she broke the cord around Lesa’s neck with one of her sharp finger nails, and set about delivering the last rites of the adult professional wrestling career of Lesa Valentine as she literally dog walked her by her hair to the very centre of the ring. There, Lesa was hoisted on to the shoulders of The Annabelle, her back to that of the witch, and held there for just a moment or two, she may have got to anticipate the punishment of a devastating Samoan drop which given her position, sent her face, and tits, first into the canvas. All she needed to do was pin Lesa Valentina now. Regardless of her incredible resilience, she was out cold. Then she could string her up , take her soul, and that too of that fucking angel to strengthen an already vice like grip on the world of adult professional wrestling in Iowa.

The Annabelle shifted in to place to pin Lesa, lying across her, hooking both legs tightly. Even hooking the tights and the trunks in to the deal to make sure there was no way Lesa could kick out. One…...two…….nothing. The ref’s hand never made it to the canvas a third time, not because Lesa had somehow manufactured a kick out, but because somehow, some way, Mimi had managed to gather herself back together for long enough to pull the referee clean out of the ring by his ankle.

‘Sorry ref’ Mimi laughed, then she slapped him to knock him into a daze on the outside of the ring for the moment.

‘Fucking Angel!’ The Annabelle hissed again. Mimi was definitely getting under her skin now. It just wasn’t enough though somehow. Even as she slapped the ref, Mimi saw that the gaze of The Annabelle was on her; she was dead in her sights again. The Annabelle set off for Mimi at an alarming speed, a suicide dive between the ropes sending Mimi careering into the ringside barricades yet again. As the fallen angel clutched the back of her head and slumped against the cold steel, her eyes looking glazed over, she looked like she might just have fallen for the last time in this unlikeliest of battles between good and evil. The Annabelle slithered back into the ring now to finish the match. And she would look to finish it off in some style, even those watching in the arena would never remember it that way because of the glamour magic. They would have just seen another impressive pin fall win for The Annabelle and go off to their Christmas celebrations thinking of how their favourite wrestler had decimated yet another challenger in front of them. She straddled Lesa Valentine’s tired body on the mats, almost crotch to crotch with her as she pinned her down by sitting across those thick nylon encased thighs that felt oh so heavy and tired right now. The Annabelle grabbed Lesa’s hair, just one handful enough to pull her up, three quarters of the way into a seated position, then a chopping right hand hit her straight between the eyes. Lesa’s eyes rolled back in their sockets, and she was flat out on the canvas, a trickle of blood just starting from her forehead. The Annabelle could just pin her, but there was no ref, thanks to that fucking black winged angel! That hardly mattered, because she could magic a ref up if she so desired anyway. But she wanted to make Lesa pay the heavy price for having had the audacity to actually call her out in the first place. The Annabelle’s focus was totally on Lesa as she raised a hand to the skies, placed her other hand on Lesa’s belly, and told her ‘time for you to accept the demon seed!’ before she started to slowly recant a quiet spell. A spell aimed at impregnating Lesa with some sort of satanic phantom pregnancy!

The redhead howled, an almost blood curdling scream, as she felt the first contraction rip through her body. The spell was already starting to work, and when Lesa’s scream, laden as it was with terror and anguish filled her ears, Mimi’s eyes opened, but she couldn’t move, such was the way that her head swam. ‘AAAGGHIIIIEEEEE!’ Lesa screamed now, a second contraction pulsing through the muscles of her stomach. Soon the magic of The Annabelle would bypass those muscles altogether, and get to her fully. Mimi blinked, trying to clear her head, and then it was like her vision had been filled with the face of an angel. Brooklyn was back, and she pressed her lips gently to Mimi’s for a second, a kiss to revive the flagging spirits of the young redhead. ‘Come on Mimi….time to fight back’ she told the black winged angel who nodded as she was helped to her feet. The Annabelle’s focus was completely on Lesa, who screamed again, a scream that would have awoken the dead, but not it seemed, shake this audience from their seemingly trance like state. Something was happening in the ring though. Not that Mimi could see it, but the powerful magic that The Annabelle was using, in conjunction with the glamour magic, was draining some of her power. She was partly vulnerable. She was blonde, and blonde was only one step from exposed for what she truly was.

‘HEY WITCH!’ Mimi called out loudly, her voice cutting over Lesa’s moan of ‘Pleeeeaassseeee Don’t!’ as the third contraction of the spell ripped through her body. Time was short. The Annabelle’s focus was completely on Lesa, and Lesa alone, and that was really too bad because when Mimi reached the top turnbuckle, spread her glittering black wings, and sprung off there with a flying drop-kick aimed perfectly to knock The Annabelle off Lesa, there would be some in attendance that would swear that a genuine angel had swooped from the heavens to reveal the unthinkable evil in the ring to them. That one drop-kick had been enough to knock The Annabelle back to being a witch for all to see, as confirmed by the loud collective gasp from around the arena.

How could this be? What was that in the ring that had suddenly been accosted by this flying angel? Those were the questions on the lips of the crowd who booed loudly, jeering the witch, and not Lesa and Mimi for the first time this evening. It was time for a decisive blow to be struck, and it would not be the Canadian destroyer that Mimi hit so perfectly on The Annabelle to whiplash the top of her head in to that ring canvas, although it played it’s part in the matter, to keep The Annabelle down and vulnerable. ‘Go….you know what to do!’ Brooklyn told Mimi now, and finally she did. Suddenly it was crystal clear to her as she saw the gorgeous brunette’s lips meet her mother’s there in the centre of the ring, delivering that same reviving kiss Mimi had received from her moments earlier.

‘Whoah…...are you?’ Lesa stammered, seeing that the witch was down and struggling. And if the witch was there, and she thought she’d been fighting Brooklyn for most of the evening, then was this…..another trick, she wondered.

‘Real? Yeah, I’m real Lesa Valentine’ Brooklyn told her. ‘I told you that I loved you in a match once….and you thought that I really was telling the truth’ she told the redhead, imparting a piece of information that The Annabelle surely couldn’t know.

‘Brooklyn!’ Lesa exclaimed. ‘So you did!’

The witch was slowly stirring, but crucially she was still a witch in the eyes of those in attendance. Even more crucially though, the boos and jeers now rained down on her, and without the support of a fooled crowd, tricked to love her by the glamour magic, she would weaken with each moment that passed. But that didn’t matter. She’d recover…..reclaim their support with the magic, and finally finish all three of these meddling bitches off! The jeering and booing though, it continued to the confusion of The Annabelle as she struggled up from the canvas while Lesa was aided up to her feet by Brooklyn.

There, in the front row of the audience, Mimi was sat, literally in the arms of who she had quickly judged to be the hottest ringsider, her lips locked with the woman who she had asked to grab the arm of the man sat next to her, and for him to do the same, and so on, until they formed a chain around the arena. A chain, linked to Mimi through that kiss, because Mimi had realised that for whatever reason, she could see, and contact with another made them see too. Better than just contact, love…..well, OK, lust she admitted, would help her to conquer all. As each member of the crowd in that arena became connected to the next person, back through that long smouldering lip lock Mimi had planted on the black woman at ringside, it felt like the arena grew smaller, less brightly lit…..that it lost it’s lustre. But crucially, so did The Annabelle.

She could gather no power from them any more. They weren’t her people now. She was just a witch, out of place, in a wrestling ring, and without the power source to cause her mischief.

‘Now what Annie?’ Lesa Valentine asked her sternly. She was bloodied. She’d been milked, forced to cum.. Punished mercilessly for twenty five minutes by The Annabelle. And she’d never looked more ready.

The witch hissed and spat as the crowd finally picked up on the action.

‘THAT’S LESA VALENTINE!’ one called out in excitement.

‘AND SHE’S FIGHTING A….WITCH? IS THAT A FUCKING WITCH?’

‘WHATEVER IT IS, IT’S FUCKING UGLY’

‘LET’S GO LESA…..LET’S GO LESA!’ the chant was poison to the ears of The Annabelle. Her people….they had turned on her.

If the chant was poison to The Annabelle it was like anti-venom in to the veins of Lesa Valentine, making it impossible for The Annabelle to rally her glamour magic. She no longer had any traction in this arena to do it. How? Why…..she wondered, snarling as she kicked angrily at the bottom rope of the ring. Then her eyes locked on to Mimi, still passionately kissing a ringsider. ‘FUCKING ANGEL…..’ she hissed, turning to go out of the ring and put a stop to Mimi’s actions. She made no progress though to that end, because there was a hand, firm in her green straw-like hair, turning her back into the ring.

‘Hey! She’s my fucking angel!’ Lesa told The Annabelle. Then she delivered one of her signature moves, the pirouette chop to the chest of the witch. It was a move as visually impressive as there was in adult pro, combining athletic grace and the glamour of the sport together. She dipped, almost like a discus thrower gathering herself, span through a full 360 degrees, rising up on to the toes of her bare feet as her hair in that long ponytail whirled like a hair-copter, following the path of her pirouette. A pirouette that ended with all of the force of it delivered to the chest of The Annabelle like a whip crack. The Annabelle groaned, loudly at that. It had been a long time since anyone had hit her like that! Lesa smiled at the cheer that it drew from the crowd, and she did it again, to great effect, sending The Annabelle reeling down the ropes into the corner of the ring. If it was possible, The Annabelle was growing uglier by the second Lesa thought to herself, and she was already plenty ugly!

‘Brooklyn….would you help me finish this old hag off?’ Lesa said, taking her by the hand and leading the still slightly nervous brunette in to the corner where The Annabelle sagged, using the top ropes to hold herself up. The change in the atmosphere in the arena had sapped her of everything it seemed now. As the crowd cheered Lesa on, the strength taken from The Annabelle was given to Lesa it almost seemed. Slowly, the wrestlers in the back started to filter out into the arena, drawn there by the change in the noises they were hearing from the back. They were appalled at what they saw in the ring in the withered form of The Annabelle, having, to a woman, never truly seen her before. Then they saw nothing of her for the moment, as Lesa delved deep into her move set to deliver the bump and grind on her there in the corner. It was a move that she’d barely used in recent years, after an unfortunate incident where a tag team of wrestling hookers had deftly turned the move against Lesa and her tag partner that day, turning both into gibbering, orgasmic wrecks from the backfiring move.

The bump and grind was a move like no other, although it captured the very epitome of adult professional wrestling so well. Described by many as being like the most aggressively sensual lap dance of all time, it was delivered best on a standing opponent, trapped in a corner, where Lesa would gyrate and grind her luxurious body all over them, hands exploring at will until the sensual sensory overload would hit them in a shattering orgasm. If there was one thing that could be more effective than the bump and grind though, it was the double bump and grind, and as Brooklyn joined in the fun, the witch howled ‘NOOOO! NO! YOU CAN’T!!’ in anguish at a sensation building in her that she hadn’t felt in centuries. She was going to be forced to cum!

‘OOHHH...BUT WE CAN….AND WE WILL!’ Lesa laughed at her as the movements of her body alongside those of Brooklyn simply drove The Annabelle to the point of distraction and beyond. The orgasm ripped through her with a force rarely seen in an adult pro wrestling ring, and she slumped to her knees in the corner, a beaten woman, witch, or demon. Whatever she was..

‘I think we’re going to need a ref down here’ Lesa called back towards the entrance ramp. Apparently, Mimi may have slapped the original ref a bit harder than strictly necessary as he still lay on the outside with a goofy grin on his face. One of the wrestlers darted to the back as Lesa slowly walked The Annabelle out of the corner on her knees, then tucked her head between her gloriously thick thighs, and clutched her around the waist, forcing her slowly up.

A referee’s shirt flew into the ring now, courtesy of that wrestler who had run to the back. ‘We’ve only got one ref!’ she explained. ‘You look like you’ll do it just fine!’ she called to Brooklyn. The brunette didn’t need any further encouragement, finally taking off her hat and shaking out her long mane of brunette curls, and slipped on the shirt as Lesa pulled The Annabelle at the waist and fell back to deliver a short but highly effective piledriver. Now this crowd was as raucous as they’d been at any point in the evening, maybe even more so, at seeing the witch laid out at centre ring. Lesa Valentine dropped straight away into her favourite pin, grabbing the ankles of The Annabelle and lowering herself into a reverse folding face pin, her legs pinning the shoulders of the witch to the mat.

Brooklyn dropped to her knees, her hand slapped the canvas, each time accompanied by the crowd who cried ‘ONE…...TWO…...THREE!’ and the arena erupted into cheers of the nature rarely, if ever, heard before in this old building. And then, the lights went out. Not just in the arena, but across the whole town of Whitehook, for a brief moment. When they came back on, well, the witch was gone, and Lesa Valentine was sat on the canvas right where she had pinned her seconds earlier. The ring bell rang, loud and clear, and the announcer cleared his throat and made the announcement he had never expected to ‘THE WINNER OF THIS CONTEST….LUSCIOUS LESA VALENTINE!’

Finally, as Brooklyn raised her hand in victory and the other wrestlers flooded the ring to celebrate the win, free at last they were sure of the witch that had preyed on them, and their predecessors for a century or more, someone finally cued up Lesa’s music, Sugar by Maroon 5. Apparently, nobody had considered it might be needed post match. As Brooklyn paraded the winner to all four sides of the arena, once again the music was quickly drained out by the crowd for the second time in the evening. This time it was the sound of cheers rather than jeers that drowned out the music.

And now, with The Annabelle defeated, Lesa got hold of a microphone. Was she going to deliver an inspirational speech to the arena? Not exactly….

‘Errrmmmm….Mimi, honey. I think you can probably stop kissing her now’ she laughed into the microphone. ‘The witch has gone….we won’ she told her daughter.

‘I was just making sure’ Mimi smirked, the slightest hint of a blush on her cheeks as she finally disengaged from the woman in the front row. ‘Call me…’ she mouthed to her, before sliding in to the ring to hug her mother and Brooklyn, enveloping them both in her glittering black angel wings.

Part Five – The Aftermath

There had been a party backstage in the arena that night; there always was on Christmas Eve, but it was usually one where the primary emotion was relief for the wrestlers not chosen by The Annabelle on that occasion. This time, the emotion was one of joy and celebration amongst the wrestlers because they were pretty sure that The Annabelle wasn’t coming back.

The music had ben loud, the Christmas spirits...all of them, had flowed freely along with beer, wine...just about anything really. There was dancing, though after a while Lesa was too tired to bother with that any more. Not Mimi...still in her angel wings, she had boundless energy; that one would dance all night Lesa knew very well. The party continued around her and Lesa noted that everyone was there. The other wrestlers, Brooklyn, even the referee and cameraman both of who Mimi had walloped earlier, allowing the winged angel to make it up to both of them. Everyone apart from the promoter who Lesa had met when she’d arrived. He’d been pretty conspicuous by his absence all evening Lesa thought in hindsight.

Casey-Mae, the champion came over to Lesa, bringing a beer with her to voice the thanks of those in the locker room. ‘Thank you doesn’t really sound enough, but thank you. We couldn’t have done what you did tonight!’ she told Lesa.

‘Sure you could have. One of you would have figured her out eventually’ Lesa suggested.

‘A century of us trying around here says not’ Casey-Mae laughed.

‘Maybe you’re right’ Lesa smiled. ‘On thing confused me’ Lesa told her. ‘I’ve been around a lot of these locker room parties, and the promoter is always around because he’s usually trying to hit on his favourite. But I’ve not seen your promoter here all night?’

‘Promoter?’ Casey-Mae asked, looking confused.

‘Yeah….shifty looking guy...bad suit. I spoke to him…..yesterday morning’ she said after checking the clock in the room. It was no longer Christmas Eve.

‘We don’t have a promoter Lesa. We kind of book ourselves here. Nobody would ever do it because of losing a wrestler so often’ Casey-Mae explained.

‘Ooohhh…’ Lesa said, realisation in her voice.

‘The Annabelle? Casey-Mae asked.

‘I guess it was’ Lesa nodded.

‘Nasty old witch’ both agreed.

A little later on, the party was still going strong when Brooklyn too tired of dancing and came over to talk to Lesa now.

‘I didn’t think I’d ever see you again Brooklyn….especially after I’d seen that interview on the TV’ Lesa smiled. ‘You were so brave to come back here.’

‘Not as brave as you and your angel to come and call her out to fight. I was terrified to come back here, but I knew I could help’ Brooklyn smiled

‘You know us Valentine’s always seek out danger Brooklyn’ Lesa laughed. ‘I’m glad you came back though. It really wasn’t looking so good until you came’ Lesa suggested.

‘You’d have worked her out in the end’ Brooklyn smiled with confidence.

‘Maybe’ Lesa said in reply. ‘Mimi tells me you’re the one who works things out now….doctor’ Lesa smiled at her.

‘I had theories’ Brooklyn allowed ‘but even then I don’t think it would have worked without Mimi. She saw….all along. And even now I don’t know why’ she admitted.

‘Well, she’s my angel’ Lesa shrugged, like it was inevitable Mimi would have been the solution all along. ‘Now Doctor….don’t be a stranger. You ever want to play doctor and nurses….or maybe you need a tag team partner, I expect you to call me!’ Lesa said to her.

‘I don’t know if I’ll wrestle again. It’s really been so long….’ Brooklyn said a little wistfully as if she was certainly thinking about it. ‘If I do, you’ll be the first to know’ she said. The party was winding down. Mimi had danced the entire roster to a standstill, and after chugging a beer to quench her thirst, she walked over to Lesa and Brooklyn.

‘We kicked a witches ass huh ladies. Fully Scooby Doo’d her!’ Mimi laughed.

‘I guess we did!’ both agreed. ‘Neither of us can work out why you could see her all along though’ Brooklyn added.

‘That’s easy doc’ Mimi laughed, like it was the most obvious thing going.

‘Go on’ Lesa said.

‘Well this glamour magic stuff is powerful and it shows you who you want the most right?’ Mimi asked. Brooklyn nodded in agreement.

‘Well I overloaded it’ Mimi chuckled.

‘What do you mean?’ Brooklyn asked her.

‘I might be an angel, but I’m a slutty one. It couldn’t show me who I wanted the most, because it could never isolate just one!’ Mimi declared proudly.

‘And that’s why you were my secret weapon all along honey. I just didn’t want to call you a slut….you just have very...eclectic tastes’ Lesa laughed.

‘If you say so mom….’Mimi smiled. ‘Anyway. Merry Christmas and all that’

‘Merry Christmas honey’

* * * * *

Lesa and Mimi left the town of Whitehook on the afternoon of Christmas Day, the town feeling somehow a lot warmer and more welcoming than when they’d arrived. That snow of the previous day had never really amounted to anything and the sun was shining instead.

‘If we leave now, I can make the Boxing Day show at the Corn Palace back home’ Lesa told Mimi.

‘Don’t you think you’ve earned a day off at least mom?’ Mimi asked.

‘Yeah….you’re right. I’m not wrestling anyone today! Adult pro….’ Lesa started.

‘Never stops….’Mimi finished as they left the town limits and set course for South Dakota with the radio playing. They’d only been driving for a few minutes when the news came on to the radio.

‘In adult pro wrestling news...the local show in Whitehook saw Casey-Mae Johnstone retain her title in the annual Yuletide Brawl. Then in an upset, Lesa Valentine pinned The Annabelle in a lights out main event’

‘Upset!?’ Lesa huffed comically.

‘And finally, the body of former Iowa wrestler Daisy Goode was found this morning. Daisy had been missing since 1919 and despite the century and more that had passed, police are said to be somewhat confused as to why her body looked the same age as when she went missing all those years ago, and was without any obvious sign of injury or illness…’

‘Well, I guess that old guy has something new for his Mysteries of the Midwest after all Mimi!’ Lesa said with one final shudder as the town of Whitehook disappeared into their review mirror and home beckoned...