"Willow! Are you going to be at the wrestling tryouts tomorrow?" asked a gorgeous, muscular blonde. Her well tanned skin gleamed in the bright sun.
"Of course not! Jamie, I'm going to be in the pocket of a macking wave, not getting my face pounded by someone's elbow." Willow said, laughing.
"But it's the opportunity of a lifetime. This contract is worth a fortune. You could travel the world, and get rich at the same time. In a few years, you could retire - and open that surf camp for underprivileged kids you're always going on about." Jamie said.
"I'll think about it..." Willow promised, frowning as she gazed at the wildly foaming water. "I really do want to open up that camp one day... But I already know that I could never leave this." she thought to herself.
"That's all I ask!" exclaimed Jamie happily, as she took off towards the small Snack Shack.
Willow went back down to the beach, and walked towards the cliffs. It was peaceful there, a good thinking spot.
"Ah... There's my rock." she whispered, looking at the smooth boulder, with the mostly flat surface. Perfect for relaxing, especially when the tide came in, almost submerging it.
Willow began to stroll towards it, when she heard a man in back of her. "Excuse me, Miss. Do you need anything?" asked a raspy voice.
"No thank you, I'm fine." she said politely, as she turned to face the man. He was at least six two, and had to be well over two hundred pounds.
"Good. Then maybe we can be fine together." he said, attempting to be smooth.
"Sorry, I'm not interested." Willow replied, noting the stench of alcohol all over him. "Even if he was sober, muscle-heads just aren't my type." she thought to herself.
"Well I am." he chuckled, putting a large, meaty hand on her shoulder, his iron grip preventing her from walking away.
Pushing her anger down, Willow forced herself to remain calm. She stepped in close, to the temporary delight of her would be suitor.
"Owwwww!!!" he screeched, as she raked his eyes, kneed him in the crotch, then grabbed his ankles, causing him to land face first in the sand. This was all done in one fluid movement, which only took moments. Before he could spit out the sand, the champion surfer was several hundred yards away, jogging towards the Snack Shack.
"Hey! I thought you needed some time alone to think about the tryouts. Want some fries?" asked Jamie, spotting her friend sitting alone in a booth, with a murderous expression on her normally smiling face.
"Some drunk tried to grab me, right by my rock." she murmured, her right hand tightening into a fist.
"Oh! I hope you didn't do anything that would cause another visit from Seaside's Finest again?!?!" Jamie asked, suddenly concerned.
"Don't worry Mother, I left this one conscious, and there wasn't any blood spilled." Willow said, with the beginning of a grin on her face.
"Mother?!?! I'm nobody's mother, I just worry about you." replied Jamie, laughing.
A man entered the tiny eatery, obviously out of place. "Look at that Armani suit..." whispered a customer seated behind the ladies. He was clad in boxers and flip-flops, and had a longboard under his table.
Willow laughed. "How do you even know what an Armani suit looks like, Steve?" she asked.
"I was stuck in one of those torture devices for a decade." he spat, as if trying to rid himself of a bad taste. Instead, a bit of hotdog landed back on his plate.
The man approached the two ladies, extending his hand. "Hello, I saw what happened down on the beach. I was above, at the top of the cliffs. Are you alright?" he asked, as Willow accepted his outstretched hand.
"I'm fine, thank you." she smiled gratefully.
"I was going to ring the police, but I thought I'd ask you first. I also wanted to make sure you weren't hurt. I would have helped, but I think I would have needed an ambulance after a thirty foot fall." he explained, apologetically.
"No police!" both ladies exclaimed at the same time - then looked at each other, and laughed.
"Really, there was no harm done." she reassured him, with a smile.
"Have you heard about the wrestling tryouts tomorrow? I'm one of the judges, and I would love to see you there. You are obviously athletic - and skilled!" exclaimed the stranger, somewhat in awe.
"I'm still thinking about it." Willow admitted reluctantly.
"What would it take to get a yes?" he asked, curious.
"If I won, that I wouldn't have to give this up." she replied, gesturing towards the beach and ocean outside of the big bay window.
"Done! We will figure something out that will make you happy." the stranger replied, excited.
"But you can't promise that?" she asked, frowning.
"I have a confession to make... I'm not just a judge - I'm the judge - the owner." he admitted, blushing.
Jamie was silent, but her eyes were as big as saucers.
I'll try out then, but I haven't won yet, and you are thinking about the details." Willow laughed.
In dead seriousness he said "I've never seen anyone take down a guy so fast. If you can repeat what you did down there, you are going to be one of our top stars."
"Oh, I can do better than that... At least if you don't mind him screaming." she said, grinning mischievously.
The next day:
"Congratulations Miss White!" exclaimed a man, holding a microphone.
"Call me Willow - and thank you, I'm honored to have been selected!" she said happily.
Six months later:
"Are you nervous?" asked Jamie, sitting in the locker room as a VIP guest.
"Of course, I'm always nervous before I do anything rad!" Willow replied with a confident smile.
Ten minutes later:
Willow strolls confidently to the ring, carrying the surfboard that got her back to shore when she miraculously surfed in what everyone had thought to be a Victory At Sea. She handed her board to the announcer, and slid into the ring. She shoved her opponent, River, into the ropes. But River rolled under her, then grabbed her foot. Willow almost went down, but countered with a headlock.
River escapes, and goes for a clothesline. She misses, and grabs the ropes to steady herself. As she lets go and turns, Willow delivers a powerful dropkick, hitting the other woman square in the chest. River bounces off the ropes, and goes down, hard. Willow rolls her up for a pin.
Kickout!
Frustrated, Willow slaps River. She then goes for another pin, but only gets another two count.
River tries to get up, and receives a dropkick to the head for her efforts. She rolls out of the ring, and grabs a set of brass knuckles from under the ring. Still dazed, she crawls back in and pretends to be out cold.
Willow stalks her, and goes for the Wipeout. Mid-move, she sees the gleaming weapon, and breaks off, landing on her feet. The crowd gasps at Willow's skill.
Willow waits until River is on her feet, then performs an impressive hurricanrana, and disarms River. Handing the illegal object to the ref, she raises her hand and gives the crowd a Shaka. Then she delivers the Wipeout to a very dizzy River, and goes for the pin.
The ref raises her arm in victory, and the lighting crew turns on the amazing oceanlike effects which make the ring look like an underwater dream!
Image of Willow White The rest is my own original artwork. Woo has my permission to use it 🙌