"INSIDE THE SQUARED CIRCLE"
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I remember watching pro-wrestling once on TV and hearing them call
it "The Squared Circle".  I'm not real sure what that meant, but
those ropes, ah, those ropes!  It was weird. When the two women,
dressed in nothing more than swimsuits and boots stood in opposite
corners I had to snicker ... but I also wondered how they could be
dressed like that in front of all those people!  If that was me, I
thought, I'd be totally embarrassed!  It was almost like exposing
yourself in public!  Those strange thoughts continued as a bell rang and
one of those women totally dominated the other from beginning to end!
 I found myself feeling sorry for the poor chick.  She was thrown
from rope to rope, bounced all over that ring, hit, slammed, kicked,
and punched until she finally got knocked out when the other woman
squeezed her head with her big arms!  Throughout the match I saw
those ropes as a thin barrier, or prison, keeping the girl from
escaping.  Her exposed body was held in all kinds of weird positions,
making that swimsuit an even more embarrassing attire.  I felt sorry
for the poor girl but also rather excited by the total humiliation she
was going through.

I never thought that I would actually be standing inside that "squared
circle" one day!
I'm Helena.  I came out
to L.A. to go to college
and found myself having a
really hard time making
enough money to live on.  
I was down to my last
pennies when I saw the
ad that read "Athletic
women needed as
trainers."  What it should
have said was "Practice
dummies needed."
It turned out that they
needed girls to work
with up-and-coming pro
wrestlers. They were
offering $500 and I
was desperate so I soon
found myself standing
opposite some exotic
looking Asian girl! She
wasn't strong looking,
but she had a strange,
evil look in her eyes.
As I stood in my corner of the squared circle, those memories of that
pro wrestling match flooded my mind.  Here I was, wearing a bikini,
surrounded by those ropes, getting ready to get my ass kicked!  The girl
on the other side of the ring had been training for several months and
knew all kinds of moves and I knew NOTHING!  My heart pumped
furiously in my chest and even though I could have stepped through
those ropes and walked away I felt trapped! The ropes created a sort of
barrier or wall that kept me in.  I tried my best to look tough, but no
matter what I did, the Asian girl looked tougher.  Probably because she
knew what she was doing and I didn't!
We were told to stand closer for a
photograph before we started.  I tried
my best "tough girl" stance and
realized that I was taller than the girl.
I felt a little better so I said, "You
might be sorry you fought me after
this is done.  I'm taller and bigger
than you."
She looked at me
fearlessly and said,
"Height doesn't mean
anything, sweetie. But
looks mean alot!  I'm
hot, tanned, sexy, and
every man's dream. And
I know how to wrestle!
That ghost-white skin of
yours is gonna be
displayed all over this
ring and I'm gonna LOVE
making you scream."
I suddenly realized
that she was right ...
and I was scared. I
imagined that girl in
the TV wrestling match
and didn't want that to
happen to me! I
turned, finally having
enough nerve to give up
on this, and headed
for the ropes.
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