No Holds Barred in Sacramento

By Limey Lady

Trish finds harmless ways to amuse herself as she waits for her big, unscripted rematch with Victoria. Victoria, meanwhile, has other ideas . . .

• Language: English
• Publisher: Limey Lady
• Release date: Nov 4, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463669112

Limey Lady

Here's a confession for you: I'm not sure if "Limey Lady" is a pseudonym or my alter ego. Back in 2016, when she came into being, she was definitely a nom de plume. Now, however, I am not so sure.As background, I have always written stories but, up to 2009, writing took a backseat, way behind the demands of my family and career. Then a life-changing medical condition . . . well, it changed everything for and about me. Suddenly I had/have time to spare. Suddenly I was/am churning out tale after tale.I was born in York but brought up in West Yorkshire, in part of the Aire Valley often described as "Bronte Country". I must say, though, that although most of my stories are set locally, they have little in common with the fine works of Charlotte, Emily and Anne. So far my output can be divided into two: long stories featuring ne'er-do-wells, guns and some violence . . . and shorter stories featuring "liberated" women who rarely do what they're supposed to do.Limey Lady was created to be the author of the short stuff. But the longer novels all include feisty, uncooperative females - much like her characters - so I'm going to put her name to both as I publish on Smashwords.Watch this space . . .

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No Holds Barred in Sacramento

By LimeyLady

Copyright Mark C Woolridge (writing as LimeyLady), 2018

Distributed by Smashwords

All characters and events in this publication,

other than those clearly in the public domain,

are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons,

living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Table of Contents

Chapter One - Ringside in Oakland

Chapter Two - After the event celebrations

Chapter Three - The morning after the night before

Chapter Four - An unexpected call

Chapter Five - A welcome visitor

Chapter Six - Armand

Chapter Seven - Sacramento

Author’s Note

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Chapter One

The atmosphere in Oakland was absolutely, utterly crazy. Familiar with WWE productions as she was, The Sioux had never experienced anything like it, not even when she’d valeted for Trish, the night she had won back her belt in The Fight of the Century.

Madness it was; total madness. A girl couldn’t properly hear herself think. Rational thought was not a possibility.

‘Trish, Trish, Trish!’ the audience yelled. ‘Trish, Trish, Trish.’

To be fair, even Trish had seemed a little overwhelmed by her reception. Leastways she had until the bout started; then she’d put her game face on and meant business all the way.

There were still two weeks to go until the big rematch headlined in Sacramento. Tonight was the blonde bombshell’s one and only appearance since she’d regained her title. It was also her first outing with The Sioux as her tag partner. Not that her partner was getting so much attention; it was only too obvious that the audience was letting the older half of the Canuck pairing know how sorely she’d been missed.

‘Trish, Trish, Trish!’ they roared as their favourite diva chick-kicked her latest hapless opponent. ‘Trish, Trish, Trish.’

Left in the shade or not, The Sioux was proud to be involved. Even though the script dictated that her part in proceedings was already played for the evening, she leant through the ropes, holding her hand out to be tagged, shouting encouragement that couldn’t possibly be heard.

‘Come on, Trish,’ she called. ‘Come on my darling.’

Less than a minute later, exactly as planned, Trish followed up another vicious kick by grabbing her dazed opponent by the hair and driving her face-first into the canvas. Then, as the beaten girl’s partner made to join the fray, she met her with a vicious forearm smash that sent her head over heels backwards, crashing down onto the ring surround.

Cue bedlam.

The Sioux joined her triumphant partner in the squared circle and they climbed up on the ropes in opposite corners, acknowledging their victory. Okay, she knew she was basking in reflected glory, but the occasion was too much not to enjoy. She let the cries of ‘Trish, Trish, Trish’ wash over her and for once allowed herself to dream.

My God, she marvelled, how good life must be if it’s always like this!

All too soon they were out of the arena and backstage, heading