11.1 Transition

In the locker room, Astro Jelly was told to tear down every clad of her opponent – zero tolerance. On the other hand, Mono was told to lose the match if she wants to qualify to the next round, literally, but she had to win the brawl.

On stage it was announced, “One claims to be a female and the other wants to be a male. One of them is a male as far as we know. We do not know which is which. They fall in love with a lezzy. And now they come to find out who keeps this woman as a partner.” This match took place at Vista De La Playa in La Jolla, California.

Astro Jelly made an appearance wearing a silver cape over white romper. Stepped on the stage stomping in her boot to make a noise and clapping hands to attract crowd attention.

When Mono was announced, it seemed she just arrived at the hotel. She pulled a luggage, several bags in her arms, wearing sunglasses, in red shirtdress and high-heel shoes. Her trolley collided with the sofas many times and dropped a purse in her hand as she made way to the stage. Diego Cavanes began to snigger at the show Mono was pulling there. She wore black hair and full breasts on a thin figure. Recently, she did a ‘boob job’ – she endured a cosmetic surgery to increase their size.

Astro Jelly protested at once. She wasn’t going to fight with one who came unprepared. It was shocking. “She is wearing heels! Those are killer heels! And she is a he…do you know that? She’s disguised like a woman!”

Mono tried to climb the ring pulling her leg over the rope. Astro Jelly confronted, “Go to the locker room and change your dress!” Mono still dropped her leg in and climbed the ring.

“Are you ready!” asked the referee.

Mono nodded, “Yes, I am.”

Jelly protested, “She’s got nails! She’s got heels! She needs an hour in the locker room!”

“Take off your overalls!” called the referee.

“I’m not taking off my dress,” said Mono, “I have nothing underneath.”

“Yello!” Jelly shrugged twisting her shoulders at the crowd, throwing an arm.

“You can remove your sunglasses and shoes,” he said and turned to Jelly, “Lose your cape!”

“Lose my cape!” Jelly snapped back. Mono began to unbuckle her shoes from the ankles. Jelly stepped up and grabbed Mono by the lapels, ripped off her red dress down the plackets sending the buttons flying in air.

She wore a glossily printed camisole underneath – something like ‘the King of the Queens’ poster that got revealed. Everyone stared. She quickly grabbed the lapels and hid it. She could not get rid of her heels.

“Take them off!” Jelly cried angrily and grasped at her red dress. A sleeve came torn down an arm. Mono stumbled on her stilettoes. Referee stopped them.

Mono removed her shoes hastily. This time she was furious, she got rid of the detached sleeve and tore the other. Diego guessed right, they grabbed each other by the hair.

Mono joined CLAW – Crazy Ladies at War – as a softcore wrestler. An entertainment group that brought ‘catfights’ to the rings and stages of the hotels to amuse the guests. Mono joined the club in 1994 after that breast implant, all that happened recently. Once again directed by Tony ‘Lupe’ Estrada. Her kickboxing days were over as she retired. Lupe found a spot where a transgender or a transsexual was welcome to fight against another woman and of course, on consent.

Diego heard those loud slaps. They were fighting outside the ring. Mono in red bra and denim pants. Jelly lost her romper. In a white pair of bikinis, she grumbled, “You can’t wear denim pants and leather belt! That’s not the rule!” Jelly grabbed Mono by the belt and dragged her into the reception-front lobby. Jelly sat on top of her and undid the belt.

Diego turned on a page and browsed, sipping his Charbay that tasted too good. Again, a rattle of noises as Mono ran into the theatre hall. Astro Jelly chased her. She grabbed her hair and tried to pull her into the ring. Not being able to hurl her, she coiled Mono’s hair to the rope. Even better, she picked the red dress from the deck and tied her to the rope. At that point Mono was helpless.

Jelly climbed down and undid Mono’s pants, slid down those thin legs. Mono wore another black spandex. “What the hell! How many panties are you wearing?” Jelly shrieked.

Mono freed herself and ran into the garden. Jelly went after her and crowd followed. Even the camera crew went out.

For a while it was quiet and Diego tried to focus on the pictures. He was looking at beautiful homes for sale around the country. He desired to have a house like that. Diego Cavanes took this home décor magazine from the lobby.

Meanwhile, Jelly dropped Mono on top of a table in the garden tavern, stumbling the drinks and customers stepped aside. Jelly grasped the spandex and pulled it down while Mono kicked her legs. That made her naked – very naked. Mono wore another piece of a black thong gaff underwear.

Jelly went mad, “Look at that! Do you think he is a girl?” She delivered a few punches on the referee too, “You let me fight with this guy! Bitch! She’s wearing more than two pieces!”

Mono flaunted to the crowd that she was smooth in the crotch, slapping her pelvis. Briskly, Jelly grabbed the thong by the straps. Fighting continued in the garden, toppling the chairs and brushing the customers.

Diego could barely read a word. His drink was so good. He took another sip and poured some more into the glass from the bottle. He remembered something that crossed his eyes. He turned back the pages and there it was; 69 Church Street For Sale at $9,000,000

Abruptly, all those who went out poured back in. The camera crew backtracked into the hall. Diego took a glance. Security blocked all the cameras, “No pictures! No pictures!” There entered the fighting couple; Astro Jelly shoved the girl in.

Mono’s red bra fallen…Diego stood shocked.

Referee quickly declared the fight over. Jelly was the winner. Astro Jelly released Mono and celebrated her victory.

Mono corrected her bra and faced the crowd yelling, “It’s alright! It’s alright because it’s my birthday!” It was 24^th January 1995.

Diego stepped up to the stage. He tossed the magazine into her hand. She did not have to think twice; twenty brilliant half-page images of the elegant mansion told her it was serious. Her face turned pale. She closed it and stepped out to the garden tavern to read the article.

“What will you drink?” she asked.

“Charbay,” he said.

“Same for me.”

She began to read. A couple of guests paused to take her autograph. She happily signed.

“You know, you are going to stardom in a matter of months with this wrestling,” expressed Diego.

“Is it a good thing?” asked the wrestler.

“Yes,” he nodded, “specially for you.”

She read out loud, “69 Church Street is one of the finest properties in Charleston and is packed with history. This Georgian double house was built between 1745-1750 at which time Charles Town was the fourth largest port in America and possibly the wealthiest. Paul Clancy bought the house in 1991 and renovated it extensively to what it currently looks like. Now he wants to sell this mansion for nine million dollars.”