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Debbie ran into the empty GLOW dressing room panting and laughing. She stared into the mirror and took in the unfamiliar figure before her. She grinned. Carefully surveying each piece of her costume, Debbie marveled at the completeness of it all. The hair, the makeup, the cigar as a prop. She was Zoya the Destroya. Considering the short notice, their swap was oddly satisfying. She thought of Ruth’s costume. Maybe it didn’t look as finished or refined as hers, but that was Ruth in a nutshell. Unfinished and an adorable hot mess. The thought of Ruth in those flimsy white bottoms sent a tingle through Debbie that was rather unexpected.
Debbie ran her hand down her stomach, smoothing out the silky red material against her skin. She moved her hand down to her crotch and pulled at the ribbing that dug into her. Ruth’s costume was a bit too small for her long curvy frame.
It had been Debbie’s intention to topple the normally seamless show with a bit of mischief. She knew that Sandy would be in the audience, and she had to act fast or they would be in Las Vegas through the end of the year, and that would not happen. Debbie had to get back to Pasadena. She had to get back to Randy. Still, the show wasn’t the disaster she hoped it would be. Instead, everyone seemed invigorated, taking on different roles. She was especially delighted to take on the identity of the ‘Red Scare’. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine borrowing the mantel of the villain would feel so freeing.
She enjoyed the power her borrowed persona afforded her. She loved being the heel. The comedy, the hatred from the audience, and the ability to say and do as she pleased filled her with an unimaginable joy, but it was more than that. She enjoyed being aggressive and cruel with Ruth, and yet she didn’t know if cruelty drove her specifically. It was the power she could exert over her. It felt freeing to channel the fire that flowed through her. Playing Liberty Belle created some challenges when she wanted to channel her inner bad girl. She had to edit herself. She had to come across patriotic and pure.
Wrestling with pig-tailed, Ruth awoke something inside of her. Something strange and exciting. When she held Ruth in her arms, she felt a long dormant lingering passion explode. At first she wondered if she was feverish, but when the heat settled between her legs and a flutter rushed all over her body like a wildfire out of control, she knew that she wanted Ruth. She imagined what it would be like to own Ruth for real. She longed desperately to dominate her completely.
Debbie was so lost in her own reverie that she didn’t notice the imitation Liberty Belle standing behind her grinning like an idiot.
“Golly, what are you doing here you communist trash Daddy?” Ruth gave Debbie a playful smile and placed her hands on her hips in a patriotic pose. “I guess we will have to end the Cold War the hard way.”
Ruth chuckled and waited for a response. Debbie turned around and looked at Ruth with her eyes squinted in aggression and dominance. She didn’t smile. She closed the space between them quickly and wrapped her hand around Ruth’s neck. Ruth grabbed Debbie’s arm and grinned just a little. Debbie slammed Ruth against the wall and gritted her teeth.
“I will show you how Mother Russia gets things done”, Debbie said with a low growl and thick and slightly offensive Russian accent.
She grabbed Ruth and threw her over her shoulder effortlessly. She headed toward the back of the dressing room with Ruth swinging over her shoulder like a rag doll.
“What are you doing? Where are you taking me, you mean commie?” Ruth asked in her most innocent Dorothy Gale voice. “Have I been bad?”
Without missing a beat, Debbie reached up and spanked Ruth’s ass hard. She could feel Ruth wince at the searing pain, but then she felt Ruth caressing her back gently. She knew that her seemingly innocent counterpart was succumbing to the same feelings that were coursing through Debbie’s body.
“Shut up, you decadent capitalist pig. I will bring you to your knees and make you sorry you ever crossed my Russian border.”
Debbie chuckled the minute the words crossed her lips. She knew keenly that the euphemism was terrible, and it wasn’t lost on Ruth who she could feel laugh as she laid dangling over Debbie’s shoulder.
“But I thought you wanted me to get down on my knees and invade your border, Daddy”, Ruth said with a more sultry voice. She still grinned like a fool, bobbing back and forth as Debbie walked.
Debbie could feel the heat between her legs getting hotter. The whole situation was surreal and yet, Ruth seemed to go along with it. She sat down in the chair furthest from the door and adjusted Ruth so she was sitting in her lap. Ruth grinned, enjoying the role-playing. But then something changed. Debbie could feel it. This strange match, this weird game of Opposite Day, had awoken something inside of Ruth as well. There’s was a complicated relationship.
“Lay over my lap and submit or I will use my hammer and sickle,” Debbie said laying it on thick.
Ruth turned around and straddled Debbie’s lap. She pressed her hands to Debbie’s chest. The motion, the simple movement changed the narrative once more. This gesture wasn’t aggressive or brutish. It was soft and intimate. Ruth moved her pelvis closer to Debbie’s waist and started to gently grind and thrust her hips. Debbie panted, laboring to breathe normally.
“I don’t think so beautiful Russian Daddy,” Ruth said, making eye contact with Debbie. “I’m the REAL American hero and I will grind and thrust you into submission.”
“No, you won’t. I own you”, Debbie said, giving Ruth’s hair a little tug.
Ruth leaned in and smiled sweetly.
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Cut that Daddy shit out”, Debbie said in her regular voice.
Debbie could see that Ruth was shaken. She moved her hands away from Debbie’s chest and smoothed out her little white bottoms nervously. Debbie knew that Ruth didn’t want to disappoint her. Her sad expression pulled at Debbie’s heart.
“Oh, okay. Note taken”, Ruth said in her mousy little voice, like she had just been critiqued in her scene study class. That irritated Debbie. This wasn’t just a scene, and Debbie wanted her to know it.
“Shut up and put your hands back on my chest. I liked that,” Debbie said in her own voice. “And look me in the eyes.”
“Yes...D... I mean yes ma’am.”
Ruth returned her hands to Debbie’s chest and stared deep into her eyes. She licked her lips as she continued to thrust her hips, squeeze her thighs and grind into Debbie at slow and steady intervals.
“Get up”, the blonde dom said aggressively, slipping back into her Zoya accent.
Ruth didn’t hesitate. She climbed off of her demanding Russian nemesis and stood up. She faced her, holding her hands behind her back innocently. She awaited Debbie’s next command eagerly.
“Turn around and bend over for me, you helpless capitalist puppy. Show me how you want Mother Russia to dominate you.”
Ruth turned around and bent over. She spread her legs and presented herself to her naughty heel.
“Do you like that? That’s juicer than corn-fed beef”, Ruth said, barely able to hold back her laughter. She slapped her ass and giggled.
“You’re fucking absurd. We both are”, Debbie said in her usual low growl. She grinned and licked her lips.
“Why does absurd feel so good?” Ruth asked shaking her ass playfully.
Debbie nodded her head in agreement. She moved her hand to Ruth’s inner thigh and crept her hand upward.
Debbie continued to let her fingers dance, teasing and rubbing Ruth’s skin gently. Ruth let out a long, low moan. It was soft and real and made Debbie buck with yearning.
“Keep doing that. Moan. It’s fucking hot.” Debbie moved her hand to Ruth’s other thigh and continued to tease and play with her.
“I’ll keep moaning if you keep touching me”, Ruth said, completely out of character.
“How dare you command me to do anything!” Debbie said, slipping back into her Zoya voice.
She moved her hands to Ruth’s ass and squeezed. She kneaded her warm flesh between her fingers methodically. Her little white bottoms left very little to the imagination. Suddenly Debbie raised a hand and spanked Ruth again. Ruth moaned in pain and pleasure.
“Oh God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you mad, mistress,” Ruth said, trying on another nickname. “I want you to conquer me. I am just a capitalist swine hellbent on tearing down communism. Punish me...um...sexy,” Ruth said, laboring to find a hotter name.
“Fuck it. I like Daddy. Go with Daddy”, Debbie said, grabbing Ruth’s panties and yanking her closer.
Ruth beamed.
“Yes, Daddy. I want to please you so bad.”
Debbie continued to knead and caress Ruth’s ass. Her movements became more hurried and wild.
“You bet you’re going to fucking please me,” Debbie said without an accent or any games. “Tell me you want me. Do you want me, baby?”
Ruth moaned with every squeeze and every caress. She leaned into Debbie’s hands and shook her ass just a little to tease her.
“Please touch me. I need you so bad,” Ruth whispered in her own desperate voice. “I need you SO fucking bad.”
Debbie pulled Ruth even closer and moved her hand between her legs. She stroked her rhythmically. Ruth responded immediately, moving her hips with each motion of Debbie’s hand.
“Come here”, Debbie commanded. Get back into that position where you were straddling me. That was hot.”
Ruth didn’t say another word, and neither did Debbie. She was too excited, too aroused, and too on the brink to joke or play anymore. Now she just wanted Ruth. She wanted to touch every beautiful inch of Ruth’s body. She wanted to wrap her arms around her and hold on tight. Ruth quickly straddled Debbie and wrapped her arms around her neck. They stared deep into each other’s eyes. There was so much between them. So much pain, so much hurt, and yet so much more than that. There was an affection between them that had been reborn from the ashes of Ruth’s betrayal. Before Mark, their relationship was complex. There were jealousies and tender moments that made them both wonder if there was something more between them.
Occasionally, more often recently, they would look at each other and smile sweetly like they once had. Debbie knew it wasn’t just friendship or camaraderie, it was a warmth they both thought was long dead. It was a feeling deep inside their hearts that grew quickly when they met and halted abruptly when Ruth slept with Mark. This was warm, but it was also hot. Hotter than anything Debbie had ever experienced, but it was also a connection she had fantasized about for months.
Ruth closed her eyes and leaned in, desperate to press her lips to Debbie’s. Debbie moved her mouth closer, ready to kiss Ruth with all the love, anger, passion and rage in her heart. She closed her eyes and grabbed Ruth’s waist. Suddenly they heard people approaching. Debbie panicked and knocked Ruth off her lap and onto the ground.
“Ouch!” Ruth cried out as the other wrestlers ran into the dressing room to change into their pink numbers. Ruth and Debbie smiled at each other and Debbie mouthed “Sorry” to Ruth. She put a hand out to her and Ruth took it, rubbing her sore ass on the way up.
Melrose walked back to where the two were still trying to get their bearings.
“What are you two up to? Were you two fighting again?” Melrose said giving them an inquisitive eyebrow raise.
Ruth and Debbie averted their eyes. Debbie gave Ruth the familiar angry side eye. Melrose walked over to her seat and sat down in front of the mirror. Debbie looked around to make sure no one was looking. She continued to give Ruth the standard Debbie look of irritation. Ruth stood there, shaking and vulnerable. Debbie stared straight ahead, but she casually moved a hand to Ruth’s thigh and moved her hand up under her white panties just a little. No one could see. No one knew except the two of them. She pulled her hand back to her side.
“OH MY GOD. Get out of my fucking face!” Debbie screamed loudly. All the girls in the dressing room shook their heads and let out sharp sighs of discontent.
“Nice drama you two,” Dawn said.
Debbie gave Ruth a tender smile. The connection between them was theirs. The heat, the passion, the yearning. It was no one else’s fucking business. Ruth followed Debbie’s lead. She lowered her eyes and looked sad.
“I’m sorry”, Ruth said.
She gave Debbie a tiny smile and Debbie gave her a secret grin back when no one was looking.
Ruth walked away, flustered and desperate. Debbie turned around and saw Ruth trip over a chair and eat shit. She picked herself up quick and sat her shaken, bruised ass down in her chair. Debbie grinned when she saw Ruth wince as she tried to sit down.
***
Standing in the wings, all the wrestlers gathered and watched as Sheila walked out on stage, the spiting image of Liza Minnelli. Debbie and Ruth stood close to each other, smiling. The rest of the girls collectively walked off, Debbie and Ruth stood side by side.
Ruth whispered. “Nice job, Daddy.”
Debbie let out a little growl in response and let her hand graze Ruth’s ever so slightly.
After their surprising connection in the dressing room, Ruth couldn’t help but fantasize about what would happen next. She prayed that she would taste Debbie’s lips before the night was over.
***
After Bash’s aggressive attack on Debbie and the other girls, no one felt much like celebrating Sandy’s big announcement that she was extending GLOW’s contract for the rest of the year. Ruth could see that Debbie’s embarrassment and anger at Bash quickly cooled her passions. When Ruth attempted to console her, Debbie lashed out as she always did, preferring to meet Ruth’s warmth with cool disdain rather than allow her to comfort her.
By now, Ruth knew Debbie. She knew that her response to any discomfort, mild or severe, was to push her away. She hated when Ruth tried to be soft or warm with her, and yet Ruth wanted nothing more than to hold Debbie in her arms and comfort her when she was in pain.
She could see the irony since she was the root cause of all of Debbie’s misery, and yet their connection in the dressing room was real. It was primal and she could feel a warmth emanating from Debbie that she had not felt since before she found out about her indiscretion with Mark.
Ruth walked to Debbie’s hotel room and paced outside for an hour, trying to gather the courage to knock. She leaned her head against the door and pressed her palm to the cool wood. Every part of her longed to be with Debbie, but she knew she needed time.
Ruth went to bed alone, terrified that she would never get that feeling with Debbie back. She closed her eyes and imagined where they would be if Bash hadn’t ruined their beautiful night.
***
The next morning Debbie went down to the ring early. She spent a sleepless night worrying about Sandy’s offer and Bash’s attack. Her heart skipped a beat as she watched Ruth approach the ring. She felt terrible about the way she acted the night before. She didn’t know why it was so hard for her to let Ruth console her. They had shared some intimate moments in the dressing room, but it was still very difficult for her to be emotionally vulnerable with Ruth. She couldn’t deny it. She cared for her deeply. Despite all of the pain Ruth caused her, she wanted to be close to her.
A few of the other wrestlers milled around the ring, chatting and stretching.
A portable radio sat on a chair near the ring.
“Over My Head”, by Fleetwood Mac played in the background.
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Ruth slid in under the ropes like a pro and popped up. Debbie could feel Ruth’s eyes on her. She stretched her leg against the turnbuckle. Ruth walked up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder. Debbie turned around and gave her a subdued smile.
“Hi”, Ruth whispered softly.
“Hi”, Debbie whispered back even softer.
A casual observer would never know it, but Debbie’s soft whisper and smile showed Ruth that the affection they shared the night before hadn’t disappeared. Even if she was hard on Ruth, her feelings for her hadn’t changed. She was just sad and embarrassed. Debbie was never unintentionally soft with Ruth, and she knew it. Ruth smiled back.
“How did you sleep?” Ruth asked, stepping a little closer.
“I didn’t. I smoked a pack of cigarettes and paced around my room.” Debbie’s body stiffened as she looked around at the other wrestlers milling about. She didn’t want to be vulnerable in front of them. She could see herself being soft with Ruth, but not with them.
Ruth reached a hand out and looked up into Debbie’s bloodshot eyes. Debbie moved away and slid her body along the ropes to escape the corner of the ring. Pinned against the turnbuckle, Ruth trapped Debbie in a cage of transparency and vulnerability. She needed to escape. She couldn’t let anyone else see her weakness.
“I’m so sorry. I wish I could have been there with you,” Ruth whispered.
Debbie smiled sadly and whispered back almost silently.
“Me too.”
“Are you two going to dance or are you going to wrestle?” Melrose asked. Her face contorted in confusion. “You two have some weird fucking energy going on these days.”
Ruth stepped back and gave Melrose a sheepish grin.
Sam walked in and looked around. The room was silent and the awkwardness from Melrose’s observation hung in the air.
“What the fuck is wrong now?” Sam asked, throwing his arms up.
Debbie looked over at Sam and tried to suppress her anger at the situation with Bash and his acceptance of Sandy’s offer. She turned to Ruth.
“Let’s wrestle.”
“Okay!” Ruth said cheerfully.
Ruth and Debbie met in the center of the ring and positioned themselves into a lockup. They stared into each other’s eyes and Debbie smiled. Ruth beamed, seeing the change in Debbie’s demeanor. Debbie looked around. Everyone seemed to focus on their own things, including Sam. She gently caressed Ruth’s cheek as they stood there, arms outstretched. Debbie grabbed Ruth’s arm and tossed her toward the ropes. She ran and bounced against the opposite ropes and smacked right into Ruth, taking her down to the mat. Ruth feigned pain but moaned a little as Debbie pressed her leg between hers and pressed her face to Ruth’s neck.
“One more thing kept me awake. The sound of your moans,” Debbie whispered in Ruth’s ear. “I want to hear them again. Buck against me like we’re fighting.”
“Anything you say, Daddy”, Ruth whispered breathy and desperate. She grinned from ear to ear.
Ruth bucked her hips like she had hundreds of times before, but this motion was more sensual. Debbie moved a hand under the small of her back and caressed it gently.
Carmen and Sam stood side by side watching Ruth and Debbie curiously. Carmen scratched her head.
“What are they doing?” She asked Sam. That isn’t a move. It looks like they are just flopping around on the floor.”
None of the other wrestlers seemed to understand what was happening in the ring, but Sam could see it. He had suspected for a while that the tides between Debbie and Ruth had changed, but now he was sure of it.
Debbie flipped Ruth over on her side and wrapped her legs around Ruth’s. Ruth let out a moan of pain, but it sounded more passionate than it should have.
Sam cleared his throat loudly.
“Ahem. Hey, you two. Looking great. Maybe we should get some other wrestlers in the ring.”
“Yeah. You two might want to head to the showers,” Carmen said with an innocent smile.
Sam looked over at Carmen, his face painted with shock and awe. He pulled the cigarette from between his lips and stood agape.
“What?” Sam asked, surprised.
“Look at them. They are really red. Weird, it doesn’t feel that hot in here. A cold shower will get rid of that redness and cool them down.”
Debbie and Ruth continued to roll around on the mat, but their movements were less contentious and more frenzied. Every moan made Sam clench.
“A cool down is exactly what they need,” Sam said to Carmen. He turned to the ring and yelled loudly. “Okay Blondie and Plain Jane. Get the fuck out! Go find a place to deal with whatever the fuck this is.”
Debbie held Ruth in her arms. Suddenly she wrapped a hand around Ruth’s neck and pulled her up off the mat. Ruth looked at Debbie and gave her a little wink. She mouthed “Punish me Daddy” and Debbie growled.
“Okay!” Debbie yelled to Sam without taking her eyes off of Ruth.
“I’m going to fucking destroy you”, Debbie said, playing into the act.
Sam and the other wrestlers watched as Debbie and Ruth exited the ring and walked out.
Sheila shook her head and smiled.
“Intense. You have to admire their dedication,” she said with a half smile.
Sam took a drag of his smoke and tossed it to the ground.
“Dedication to what, I don’t know.”