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Making a Gift for Mom

Fandom: WWF/CWF Real People Fiction in Wrestling

Summary: Big John Studd wants to give his mother a special gift for her birthday, but he doesn’t know what to give her. Luckily, his sweet friend Barbara Clary is there to help him out.

Characters: Big John Studd, Barbara Clary, Helen Hayden

Word Count: 2563

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 adorable story about their friendship. This is a work of fiction. No disrespect is intended to any person mentioned. I love Big John Studd. RIP.🥀

It was a warm, beautiful day at the park. Big John Studd was sitting on a bench with a frown on his handsome face. He had a problem.

Barbara Clary was out jogging when she came across Studd. She wore a purple shirt, white shorts, and white sneakers. Her long brown hair was tied back in a ponytail. Studd and Barbara were good friends, so they were happy to see each other.

Barbara ran over and gave him a hug. “Hi, Big John. It’s so good to see you.”

“Hey, honey. How are you doing?” Studd put his arm around Barbara and kissed her forehead.

“I’m fine, but you look concerned. What’s going on?”

Studd sighed. “My mom’s birthday is tomorrow, but I don’t know what to give her for a present.”

“Awww,” Barbara said, sympathetically.

“I want to give my mom something special, but I can’t figure out what to buy.”

“Hmm,” Barbara said, putting a finger to her lip as she thought.

“Maybe you don’t have to buy her a gift,” she said. “You could make her something instead.”

“Like what?” Studd asked.

“When I was in school, we made all kinds of arts and crafts projects to bring home to our parents. My parents loved those gifts.”

“But I’m a wrestler, Barbara. Not an artist. I don’t have any artistic talent.”

“That’s okay. I could help you,” Barbara said. “And we can make something very easy.”

Barbara thought for a moment.

“Oh, I know! When I was in preschool, they painted our hands and feet and made our handprints and footprints on paper. It may not seem like much, but it makes a precious gift. It was lots of fun, too.”

Studd laughed because it sounded a little ridiculous. “Hand and footprints? I’m not a preschooler.”

“It doesn’t matter how old you are.”

“I don’t know, Barbara…”

“I think your mama would love it,” Barbara said, rubbing Studd’s leg.

Studd thought about it. “Well…okay. I’ll give it a try.”

Barbara smiled. “Let’s go collect the things that we need. Then we can go to my hotel room and do it there.”

They went to the craft store to buy the art supplies that they needed.

“You have huge hands and feet, so we’re going to need a lot of paint and a huge sheet of paper,” Barbara said.

Studd smiled when she said that. He liked it when people talked about how big he was.

As it turned out, Studd and Barbara were staying at the same hotel. They decided to make the project in Studd’s room. He sat on the couch and waited while Barbara set up the art supplies.

Barbara brought over cans of different color paint, paintbrushes, and a large, white sheet of paper.

“You can choose any colors you want,” Barbara told him.

Studd picked green for the hands and blue for the feet.

“Are you sure my mom is going to like this?”

“Trust me,” Barbara said, smiling. “She’s going to love a homemade gift from her little boy.”

Studd blushed.

“We’ll do the hands first,” she said, opening the can of green paint.

Studd held out his enormous right hand so that Barbara could paint it.

“Hold your hand still and keep your fingers straight,” she instructed.

She dipped the paintbrush into the green paint and began stroking the paintbrush along the palm of his hand.

Studd’s fingers twitched as the paintbrush swirled around his palm. He giggled.

“It tickles,” he said.

Barbara continued painting his hand. “Keep your hand and fingers still, please.”

“I’m trying to.”

When she finished painting his right hand, she moved on to the left hand. Studd did his best to hold still, but the paintbrush tickled his hand and fingers. He couldn’t stop giggling and twitching. Barbara held his wrist firmly with one hand while she painted with the other.

At last, the hand painting was done.

He pressed his green-painted hands firmly on the paper and made two huge handprints.

“That looks good,” Barbara said. “Now let’s do your feet.”

Studd removed his boots and socks and held out his huge bare feet. Barbara knelt down in front of his feet. She dipped a paintbrush into blue paint.

“Wait a minute,” Studd said nervously. “This is going to tickle.”

Barbara smiled at him. “Yes, John. It’s going to tickle a lot.”

“Oh no, I’m in trouble,” he whimpered. "I'm so ticklish."

“Hush, it’s going to be okay,” Barbara said soothingly.

Studd put his bare feet up on the footrest. He took a deep breath to prepare himself.

Barbara began painting his left foot blue. She started on the ball of his foot, using gentle brush strokes.

Studd burst out laughing as soon as the painting started. He wiggled and squirmed around like a little kid.

“Come on, Johnny, stop that squirming!”

Studd couldn’t help it. He kept on struggling and pulling his foot away.

“HAHAHAHAHA! YOU’RE TICKLING ME!” he cried out.

Barbara followed his foot and kept on painting. She ran the brush across the arch of his foot, causing him to shriek and jump out of his seat. His foot kicked out and almost nailed Barbara in the face. She moved out of the way just in time.

“Oh, Barbara. I’m sorry!”

“It’s alright,” Barbara said. “I’m not hurt.”

Studd was concerned for Barbara’s safety.

“I think I’m too ticklish for this,” he said. “I don’t want to accidentally hurt you. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.”

“Don’t give up, John. We can still make this work.”

“How? I can’t help struggling.”

Barbara looked around the room. “I might be able to find some rope. I could tie your feet down…if that’s okay with you.”

“Do it,” he said, determined to complete this project.

Barbara couldn’t find any rope, but she found towels and used those to tie his feet to the footrest. She knotted the towels securely.

“There, that should hold you long enough for me to paint your feet.”

Barbara got back to work. She stroked and swirled the paintbrush on every inch of bare foot. The painting of his arches was the worst for Studd. That was his most ticklish spot! He threw his head back and laughed even louder and harder than before. He was hysterical with laughter. He pleaded for her to stop even though he really did want to go through with this. His face turned red, tears formed in his eyes, and he struggled happily in his seat. As much as he squirmed, his feet could not escape the tickling paintbrush.

“Such a ticklish big guy,” Barbara said, smiling.

She loved his ticklishness and thought it was adorable, but at the same time, she felt kind of sorry for him. She never meant to torture the poor thing.

She painted the left foot, gave him a break, and then painted the right foot. The soles of his feet were dark blue, but his toes were still blank.

“Are you done?” Studd asked, catching his breath.

“Nope, I still have to paint your toesies,” she said.

Barbara looked through all the different color paints, trying to decide on a color for his toes.

“How about pink? Or maybe purple? Or how about…all the colors of the rainbow! What colors would you like?”

“Blue,” he answered.

“Blue it is.” Barbara dunked the paintbrush back into the blue paint.

Studd’s laughter filled the room as the paintbrush tickled his wiggling toes.

Barbara painted all ten toes blue. From his big toes to his pinky toes. She made sure to get between his toes as well. Studd laughed and laughed.

“Alright, Mr. Tickle Toes…We’re all done!” she announced.

“I was crying,” Studd said, wiping his eyes.

“Awww. Sorry, big guy.” She kissed him on the cheek.

“It’s okay.”

There was a little tear in Studd’s eye. Barbara gently wiped it away with her thumb.

She untied Studd’s legs. She placed the paper on the floor and instructed Studd to step down on it.

Studd pressed his paint-covered feet down on the paper below the handprints.

The result was beautiful blue footprints. Above that, a pair of magnificent green handprints.

“There it is,” Barbara said proudly. “The handprints and footprints of a true giant.”

Studd leaned down and hugged Barbara. “Thanks for helping me make it.”

“You’re welcome,” Barbara said, gently rubbing his back. “I hope your mommy has a wonderful birthday tomorrow.”

“Would you like to meet my mom?”

Barbara looked up at him, surprised. She smiled and nodded. “I would love to.”

They looked back at the hand and footprint art. It was not done yet.

Studd took a pen and wrote the following message on the paper:

Happy Birthday, Mom. I love you very much. From, John.

Barbara smiled warmly. It was precious to see how much Studd loved his mother.

“Do you want to sprinkle some glitter on it?” she asked.

Studd shook his head. “No, glitter is for girls.”

“Well, your mom and I are girls.”

Studd looked down at her and smiled playfully. He reached out with his index finger and booped her on the nose. His finger still had green paint on it and left a green smudge on Barbara’s nose.

“Thanks a lot,” she said sarcastically.

After a nice visit, Studd and Barbara said their goodbyes. She went back to her own room. He put his hand and footprint art carefully on the table. He was happy with the final result, and he had to admit, this was a great idea.

He had tomorrow all planned out. He and Barbara would meet in the morning, and together they would drive to his mother’s home in Butler, Pennsylvania. They would go to a nice restaurant for lunch. Studd had to wrestle that night, so after the visit, he would drop Barbara off at the hotel, and then drive to the wrestling stadium.

The next morning, Studd slept in late. While he was asleep, the maid came into his room and cleaned up all the trash and papers that lay scattered about. She cleaned up the table and bathroom. She decided to come back later to make the bed.

When Studd woke, he went to the bathroom to pee. When he came back out, he looked at the table where he had left his mother’s present.

To his shock, the present was gone! He looked around the room for the artwork, but it was nowhere to be found. He was certain that he had placed it on the table. What could have happened to it? Studd noticed that the room had been cleaned up. The maid had come in while he was sleeping. He grabbed the phone and called housekeeping maintenance to find out what happened to his mother’s gift. He found out that the maid had accidentally taken his artwork out with the trash. They informed him that all of the trash from his room had been thrown into the incinerator and burned.

Studd’s heart sank. Tears of anger and sadness filled his eyes. He hung up the phone and sat down on the bed, bitterly folding his arms across his chest. How could anyone possibly mistake his mother’s birthday present for garbage? He did not understand how anyone could do such a stupid, careless thing. As he thought about it, tears ran down his cheeks.

The phone rang. Studd composed himself and answered the phone. It was Barbara – she was calling to ask what time they would go visit his mother. Studd told her what had happened to the present.

“I’m so sorry,” she said. “Are you going to be okay?”

“I guess,” he mumbled. “But…but Mom’s present is gone. Now I won’t have anything special to give her. And I don’t have time to buy or make anything else…”

He broke down and started crying again.

Barbara just wanted to jump through the phone and give him the biggest hug and kiss.

“Don’t cry, John. You know that your mother loves you no matter what. She’ll be happy to see you with or without a present.”

“I know,” he sniffled. “But I’m still bummed.”

“Try to calm yourself down,” Barbara said gently. “Everything is going to be alright. What time should I come over?”

“About an hour from now. I need time to get ready.”

“Okay, I’ll see you soon. Bye.”

Studd took a shower and then got dressed. He put on a light blue shirt, dark jeans, and brown boots. He groomed his wavy blonde hair and brownish beard. He put on his gold chain necklace with the horse head. As he got ready, he thought about his childhood growing up on the farm and being raised by his loving mother. He remembered all the great times they had together. The memories made him feel better. He knew deep down that Barbara was right – his mother would be happy just to see him today. She would still love him just as much as ever.

A little more than an hour later, there was a knock on the door.

Must be Barbara, Studd thought as he went to open the door.

It was Barbara. She wore a white sundress and sandals. She held a large paper with giant green handprints and giant blue footprints.

“My mommy’s present!” Studd said happily. “You found it for me.”

Barbara smiled and handed him the artwork that they had made yesterday.

Studd took the paper and smiled at it. “But how? I thought they destroyed it.”

“Fortunately, the staff realized just in time that it was something important, so it was spared from the incinerator,” Barbara explained. “I got it back from management.”

Studd put the artwork down, picked up Barbara, and proceeded to swing her around.

“You’re the best,” he said.

Barbara laughed as he swung her around. He held her gently and lovingly in his big, strong arms.

After a while, he put Barbara back down on the floor.

“Thank you, Barbara,” he said with a smile. “I’m so happy.”

Barbara smiled warmly back at him. “I’m happy you’re happy.”

Then she began tickling him on his tummy and sides, making him laugh.

“Tickle, tickle,” she said.

He laughed and squirmed and danced around, trying to get away from her fingers. It was such a funny, adorable sight.

Soon, they set off on the long drive to Butler, Pennsylvania to visit Studd’s mother, Helen, at her farmhouse. When they arrived, she greeted them on the porch.

“John, my sweet baby boy,” Helen said as he picked her up. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” Studd said, holding his tiny mother as they hugged and kissed.

Studd introduced Helen to his dear friend Barbara Clary. They went inside the house, and it was time to give Helen her present.

“Happy Birthday, Mom. I made this just for you…with Barbara’s help.”

He gave the present to his mother.

“Oh! How cute!” Helen exclaimed. “It’s your handprints and footprints. My, my, you sure have grown since you were a baby.”

“So, you like it?”

“I love it,” she said, kissing his cheek. “This is the best birthday surprise ever.”

Happiness filled Studd’s heart and put a joyful smile on his handsome face. He and his mom shared a big hug.

It warmed Barbara’s heart to see Studd and his mama so happy together. She was so proud of him.

The End

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