#Female Pro Wrestler

[womandust]

Sherri Martel at WrestleReunion, 2005

Such a tough, beautiful lady. 😍 What a personality!

[ashitakaxsan]

Liv Morgan makes it again.She's the First ever that managed to pin down Tiffany Stratton.Wow:)

[modernamazons]

[your-worst-boy]

thinking of this too 😳🥴

y'all down with Rhea "Riptide" Ripley?? Muscle Mami for all to witness????

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

How successful would Al Dillon…

Propaganda for the wrestling skills:

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[indeedgoodman]

[fasslayer]

color character commission.

[maynez]

"Gecko 🦎 💙" wip A quick concept of an OC i've been planning over a year, an elegant but fierce wrestler.

I hope one day i can share her lore <3

[womandust]

Japanese Wrestler, Yuu 😍

[ashitakaxsan]

Demi Bennett aka Rhea Ripley is Cool,Strong and Fun.I wish to be a good friend with a female wrestler:)

[baltarbd]

Currently going through wrestler brainrot

[modernamazons]

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

How successful would Annie Leonhart…

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[misswarmnights]

Love and Care

Fandom: WWF/CWF Real People Fiction in Wrestling

Summary: Big John Studd has a stomach ache, but he can always rely on a caring friend to help him feel better. This is a pure fluff story with hurt/comfort and lots of tickles, of course.

Characters: Big John Studd and Barbara Clary

Word Count: 978

Note: Since many people may not know her, Barbara Clary was the lovely hostess from Championship Wrestling from Florida (CWF). She had a memorable interaction with Big John Studd, and they appeared to really like each other. I decided to write this cute, fluffy story about their friendship. NOT meant to be romance. He and Barbara are just friends. Rest in Peace to dear Big John Studd.🥀

Big John Studd had become friends with Barbara Clary and her husband. He came to visit them at their home in Florida while he was in town for wrestling business. He had to wrestle that evening, but he, Barbara, and her husband were going out to lunch together. He also became acquainted with their next-door neighbors. They had a gym in their basement, and so they let Studd exercise in the gym whenever he was in the neighborhood. He and Barbara planned to go out on a lunch date later on. His workout was long and strenuous. He exercised intensely, lifting heavy weights for hours. By the time he finished working out, his stomach was hurting badly. He had a sensitive stomach, and sometimes he became nauseous after strenuous workouts. He went to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet. After losing his breakfast, he expected to feel better, but he still felt terrible.

Studd returned to Barbara’s house, holding his aching belly. Her husband was busy working in the yard.

“John, what’s wrong? Are you sick?” Barbara asked.

“It’s my stomach,” he groaned. “This happens sometimes when I work out too hard.”

“Oh no, come and lay down on the couch.”

Studd laid down on the couch, frowning, and holding his stomach. Barbara brought him a bucket to throw up in. Then she stayed beside him to comfort him.

“I’m sorry you have a tummy ache,” Barbara said. “Is there anything else I can get for you?”

“Don’t worry about me, Barbara. I’ll be fine,” Studd said, but he still looked sad and uncomfortable.

“Would you like some tea with ginger?” she asked. “That should help.”

Studd nodded. “Okay.”

Barbara went to the kitchen and prepared some hot tea with ginger. She brought him the tea.

“Here, drink this. It will make you feel better,” she said.

Studd sat up and accepted the cup. “Thanks.”

He began to slowly sip the hot tea. He wasn’t crazy about tea, but he gladly drank it. Anything to feel better. Barbara took off her shoes and sat beside him on the couch. It took a while, but he finished every last drop of tea.

Barbara put her hand on his large belly and rubbed it.

“How is your tummy?” she asked.

“It feels a little better. The tea helped.”

He put his arm around Barbara and held her close. Her head rested on his chest.

“You get tummy aches from working out?” she asked.

“Sometimes, yes, when I push myself too hard.”

“Why do you work out so hard?”

“I have to,” Studd said.

He could tell that Barbara didn’t quite understand, so he explained further.

“I need to be the biggest, strongest man in professional wrestling.”

Barbara nodded. “Oh, I see.”

She was concerned. She would never tell a wrestler what to do, but she just had to say something in this case.

“John, I hate to give you advice, but I think you should go easier on yourself.”

“You shouldn’t worry about me, honey.”

“I have to,” she said firmly.

They looked each other in the eye, and Barbara’s concern for him was clear. Studd was unaccustomed to getting advice from women, but something told him that he should listen to her.

“Take it easy next time, okay? Do it for me.”

“Well…okay.”

He kissed her on the top of the head and held her against his massive chest. They hugged for a moment. Thankfully, Studd’s nausea went away, and he felt like himself again.

“My tummy feels much happier now,” Studd said. He smiled and patted his stomach.

Barbara gave him a hug. “I’m so glad you feel better.”

“I’m getting kind of hungry,” Studd said. “Is it time for lunch yet?”

Barbara tickled his tummy to make him laugh.

“HAHAHAHA! HEY!” he laughed.

She smiled, knowing that some playful tickles were just what he needed to cheer him up completely.

“I’m ticklish!” he cried.

“I know you are,” Barbara chuckled as she continued tickling him.

He laughed and squirmed. The tickle treatment would always brighten his day.

She kept it up for a little bit longer and then stopped tickling him. Studd caught his breath.

“Thank you for taking care of me, Barbara.”

“Anytime, big guy.” She cuddled up to him.

It was lunchtime. Now that Studd was feeling better, they could go out on their lunch date. They both stood up and got ready to go. Barbara put her shoes on and then checked her purse to make sure that she had all of her belongings.

“Uh, Barbara?” Studd said in a soft, timid voice. “Could you do that again, please.”

“Do what?” she asked.

Studd blushed.

“Tickle my tummy,” he said.

Barbara smiled warmly. “Of course, Johnny. It would be my pleasure.”

She began tickling him again. He burst into laughter and fell back onto the couch, struggling and squirming happily.

“Awww. You like that, huh?” Barbara said sweetly. “Tickle, tickle, tickle…”

When Studd couldn’t take it anymore, he grabbed her hands and gently pushed them away.

“No more,” he said weakly. There was a happy smile on his face as he caught his breath.

“You’re so cute,” Barbara giggled. “Just a big baby.”

“Barbara, please,” Studd said with embarrassment. “I’m not a baby.”

“Oh, of course not!” Barbara said, stroking his huge hand.

Then Studd’s tummy made a rumbling sound. Barbara smiled knowingly.

“I think somebody is hungry,” she said.

Studd nodded. “Can we go eat now?”

“Yes, sir. Just let me grab my things.”

Barbara brushed her long hair, got her purse, and she was ready to go. Barbara’s husband had just come back from gardening. After he had washed up, they all could finally go out for lunch. They let Barbara choose the place where they would go to eat. They enjoyed the rest of the afternoon together.

The End