The limousine rolled to a
stop in front of the driveway which separated the two houses and honked it's
horn. After a few seconds, the front doors to each of the them opened and a
couple appeared in each. The husbands kissed their wives and then walked out
into the frigid, snowy weather. As the men approached the limousine, suitcases
in tow, their wives each popped their heads out the front door. They turned and
glanced at each, exchanging icy stares before closing the doors behind them.
The two husbands couldn't help but notice, but were accustomed to the animosity
between their wives. After tossing their suitcases into the trunk of the
limousine, they climbed inside and began the journey to the airport. They were
off on a two week business trip together, leaving their wives behind. These two
men were not only neighbors and co-workers however, but in contrast to their
wives, they were also good friends. As the car sped to the airport, they began
a conversation about the animosity.
"It's a shame we couldn't just get those two in
the ring together and let them fight it out, once and for all!", laughed
Marisol's husband Hector, who had emerged from the much more extravagant of the
two homes.
"I know what you mean boss", replied
Maggie's husband John, who emerged from the much more modest home, almost out
of place among the larger residences.
What would appear to be an off the cuff remark
however, actually had it's basis in fact. Because aside from being friends,
neighbors and co-workers, Hector and John also shared a devout interest in
women's wrestling.
"We've got to make sure we get a VCR in one of
our rooms", Hector suggested to John, "I've got a great new tape. This
little red-head beats the crap out of this big brunette, you've got to check it
out!" John smiled and shook his head, anxious to view Hector's latest
acquisition.
But before we go any further with this tale, it is
easier if we start this story at the beginning. About 8 years ago, John and his
wife Maggie purchased their home in this well-to-do neighborhood. It was a
rather modest home in disrepair; a real fixer-upper. But it was also located in
the neighborhood they had wanted to live in this exclusive neighborhood and
this was the only thing they could afford. In fact, it was quite a struggle for
them even to afford this home, but they bit the bullet and bought it. John
immediately hit it off with his new neighbor Hector and after John and Maggie
had lived in the house for a couple of weeks, Hector and his wife Marisol
invited them over for a cocktail. They had a couple of drinks together, John
and Hector laughing and having a good time together while Maggie and Marisol
seemed distant, unable to relate to each other and not really
"clicking". Hector, sensing the uneasiness between the two women,
walked over to the large television in the corner of the room and grabbed a
videotape.
"I'm going to try something here which you two
will either love or hate.", Hector explained as he popped the tape into
the VCR. Maggie and John moved closer to each other, seated on the same sofa,
and turned their attention to the TV. Hector meanwhile grabbed Marisol and
pulled her onto his lap, the two of them giggling as they too turned their
attention to the TV. Hector had turned on a videotape of a women's wrestling
match, apparently a well-made though obviously home-made production. As the
tape went on, Maggie and John were astonished to discover that one of the women
who was wrestling was Marisol. John watched intently, aroused by the sight of
two women wrestling against each other. Maggie got a kick out of John's
enthusiasm, his obvious fascination not bothering her in the least. But Maggie
was surprised to find that she too was interested, unable to take her own eyes
off of the screen. When it was done, Marisol had defeated the other women,
prompting her husband to squeeze her tightly, proud of his wife. Hector then
asked John and Maggie what they thought of it. While Maggie sat quietly and
waited for her husband to reply, John was exhilarated, smiling from ear to ear.
Seeing how immersed John had been while watching the tape and his reaction
afterward, Hector and Marisol decided to share their secret with the couple.
Despite the fact that their home was already enormous,
they had just finished an addition above the three car garage, in fact it was
completed just before Maggie and John had moved in. Hector escorted the couple
up the stairs to the cavernous room and flipped the switch on. Sitting smack in
the center of the room was a regulation-sized wrestling ring. Maggie and John
stood with their mouths open, gaping at the structure.
"Marisol is a professional wrestler" Hector
conceded to the couple, "and we wanted someplace where she could wrestle
safely while I was able to record her matches. I love to watch this hot Puerto
Rican in action!" Hector teased while his wife gave him a big, playful
bear hug.
John turned to Maggie and smiled, amazed at the
revelation and site of the awesome room. Maggie was intrigued too, though not
quite as excited as her husband was. She was thoroughly enjoying his reaction
however. They then realized that the tape they had just watched was filmed in
this room, and began to glance around, noticing the cameras which hung from all
four corners.
"Pretty nice, don't you think?" asked Hector
of his new friends.
The couple did not reply, but the open mouths and
amazed facial expressions said it all. "Come on, let's go back downstairs
and talk some more", Hector instructed them, and with that the two couples
returned to the living room.
John asked a million questions of Hector and Marisol,
while Maggie sat quietly, enjoying her husbands' enthusiasm and listening
intently. Suddenly Marisol turned her attention to Maggie and offered,
"You know Maggie I can introduce you to some people if you are interested
in wrestling yourself? And who knows, maybe some day me and you could wrestle
for fun!"
Maggie shuffled uncomfortably in her seat and smirked
at the comment, which she viewed as arrogant. She politely thanked Marisol for
the offer, intrigued though not wanting to show her curiosity. The couples
continued to talk for a short while more until Maggie gave John the signal and
soon after, said good night to their hosts and walked home.
The two of them talked about the subject over the next
few weeks, but did nothing about it. Maggie secretly debated to herself whether
or not to pursue wrestling, on the one hand realizing how aroused John had
gotten at the site of it, but on the other, leery of the risks to her health.
Finally, with John's enthusiasm still piqued after a month had passed, Maggie
asked John to have Hector give him some information. John broke out in a huge
smile, hugging his wife passionately. Hector gave John the name of someone to
contact, which Maggie did, and eventually she learned how to wrestle. It took
Maggie several months, but eventually she had a few matched before auditioning
for and joining a local, professional wrestling federation.
John was in his glory during that time, and although
Maggie wasn't very successful, winning only about half of her matches, he
thoroughly enjoyed watching her compete. After each match, John treated Maggie
like a queen, treatment she thoroughly enjoyed. And for Maggie, even though she
never had the passion for wrestling which most of her counterparts shared, her
marriage never seemed stronger, which was enough for her.
This went for a couple of years until Maggie's limited
success became even more limited. As the federation grew in popularity, they
were able to recruit some very skilled wrestlers. As such, Maggie began not
only to lose more of her matches, but also began taking some very rough
treatment at the hands of her opponents. Eventually her desire to continue
dissipated and despite how much John enjoyed watching her wrestle, she chose to
retire from the ring. Though disappointed, John understood and accepted his
wife's' decision. He loved Maggie and wanted her to be happy, though he never
lost the desire to see her in action again. Win or lose, ho loved watching
Maggie wrestle.
During the time when Maggie competed as a wrestler,
Hector and John became good friends. So good in fact that when John was
laid-off from his job, Hector offered him a position with the company he worked
for. Hector was the national sales manager for a women's apparel company and he
got John a job working for him as a salesman. But despite the fact that the two
men had become very close, the relationship between their wives seemed to go in
the opposite direction. The two women did not get along, often finding
themselves arguing. When John and Maggie had the outside of their house painted
for example, Marisol accused Maggie of allowing the painters to splatter paint
on her car. The two women argued about it for days until eventually the
husbands had to work it all out.
A few weeks later the two women got into an argument
over the use of a common driveway on the end of each of their property lines.
Again the men had to work it out, reaching an amicable solution. These types of
problems seemed to constantly pop up between the two wives, and always the
husbands had to straighten out the problems.
That now brings us up to date and ready to return to
the present. As the limousine continued it's trip to the airport, the two women
settled back into their homes, each alone for the next two weeks. It had snowed
heavily that morning and Maggie eventually went out to shovel the snow from her
sidewalk. Marisol had already had her driveway plowed, but Maggie and John
couldn't afford those luxuries, so Maggie did it herself. After about an hour
or so, Marisol pulled her car out of the garage, only to find that Maggie had
shoveled all of the snow from her driveway back onto Marisol's property. With
Maggie walking back into her house, Marisol stopped her car, stormed out of it
and yelled to her neighbor.
"Hold it bitch!", Marisol screamed over to
her, "you shoveled all of your snow onto my property!". Maggie turned
and faced her. "No I didn't, that snow blew in your direction, I didn't
pout it there." Marisol was enraged that her face turned bright red,
matching Maggie's already wind burned complexion. As Maggie turned to walk
away, Marisol mumbled a few words in Spanish before she finished the tirade
with the dreaded words, "white trash".
Maggie was prepared to ignore the tirade, but those
two words stuck to her craw. She considered herself above the immigrant
Marisol, and hearing the insult pushed her over the edge.
"What did you call me?" Maggie shouted, turning
back toward Marisol.
"Just go back inside Maggie, before I get
mad." replied Marisol. Maggie was prepared to do just that, but not before
she too mumbled a few lines, which ended with the words, "ignorant
immigrant".
"That's it!" declared Marisol, angrily
storming over to Maggie and confronting her. "Listen bitch, I hate you and
you hate me, so why don't we just settle this once and for all!" she
challenged.
Maggie smirked, standing her ground as the two were
now toe to toe. "What do you want to do roll around in the snow fighting?
I'm too much of a lady to do that!" Maggie replied sarcastically.
"No I don't expect you to roll around in the
snow. But we can settle this in a dignified way. We both know how to wrestle,
or at least you claim to. So why don't we settle our differences in the ring in
my house?" Marisol challenged.
Maggie stood silently for a few seconds and then
accepted her challenge. "Fine, you name the day."
"Saturday!" shot back Marisol without
hesitation.
. "You've got it!" Maggie responded
confidently, storming back toward her house. She had assumed their relationship
would sooner or later come down to this, and she was extremely confident about
the eventual outcome.
"You just be prepared to get your fat, white ass
kicked!" Marisol exclaimed before turning and climbing back into her car,
speeding off in a cloud of snow.
Over the course of the several years during which they
were both active, professional wrestlers, Maggie and Marisol had never faced
each other in the ring. Even though each belonged to a different wrestling
federation, there were still a number of occasions when they had the
opportunity to face each other, but they both avoided it for fear that it would
create too much animosity between them, being neighbors and all. But with the
ill will between them now at it's most hostile level, that day would finally
arrive, and it was long overdue.
A few days later, they happened to run into each other
again in front of their homes, prompting Marisol to propose some ground rules
for the match.
"I have an idea for our match", Marisol
proposed to her soon-to-be-opponent. "Valentine's Day is a week from
Saturday, the day after the boys come home. I'd like to give Hector a special
gift this year, so I'd like to tape our match and then give it to him as a
gift."
Maggie thought about it for a second, but then a smile
crossed her lips. She hadn't been able to think of a gift to give John for
Valentine's Day, though she was hoping to find something special. And nothing
could more special than this, a chance to again watch her wrestle, but this
time captured for posterity on videotape. Maggie remembered how aroused John
got every time he watched her wrestle, so what better gift could she think of
than that! In fact, she thought, not only would she win the tape for John, but
she would do it wearing the sexy bikini he had given her over the summer. That
would really top it all off! The more Maggie thought about it, the more she
liked the idea. And not only would John love the gift, but after watching it,
there would be no way he could keep his hands off of her!
" Okay", Maggie agreed, "but Hector
won't think it's such a great gift when he watches how easily I beat you
Marisol! In fact, I think the tape would be a better gift for John than it
would for Hector."
Marisol fumed, but after taking a deep breath, she
replied. "Okay Maggie, the winner gets to keep the tape. But I warn you
that you better go shopping for something else!"
Maggie smirked, "Don't you worry about me!"
Marisol used the opportunity to clarify the ground
rules as well, making sure Maggie knew what she was getting herself into.
"Just remember Maggie... my house.... my rules.
And my rules are that there ain't no rules. Anything goes. The last one
standing wins! Got it?"
"That's fine with me!" Maggie replied,
assuming that would be to her advantage.
With that, the two women continued on their way, each
satisfied with the result. Maggie walked inside and was truly euphoric. She had
just taken the first step in giving John the best Valentine's Day gift he had
ever received. It was a relief as well since she couldn't afford anything else
anyway. But more than anything, Maggie wanted to show John how much she loved
him, and this was the perfect expression of her love. She charged up the
stairs, into her bedroom, happily enjoying the results of the confrontation.
As she entered her bedroom, she went right for the
closet, grabbing a small box which was laying on the floor. In it was a bathing
suit John had given her for the Fourth of July. Since John worked for a women's
apparel company, he was always bringing home sexy outfits for Maggie, too sexy
to wear in public. For the Fourth of July, he had brought home a skimpy little
red, white and blue bikini with matching gloves. The outfit was so racy in fact
that Maggie would not wear it in public, and in fact had refused to even wear
it in private for John. The outfit was so skimpy that Maggie thought it would
make her look fat. But since this tape was to be John's present, and since
Maggie was so confident about herself going into the match, she decided it
would be the perfect opportunity to wear the outfit for him. It would help to
complete the ultimate Valentine's Day present.
Maggie was a full figured woman, standing about
5'6" and weighing about 170 lbs., she looked a few years older than her
age. She kept her black hair short, shaved up against the back of her neck and
wore conservative clothing, most of which hid her figure. She never wore a
bikini on the beach, but the wrestling ring was a different story. She had no
problem wearing a bikini in the ring, somehow losing her inhibitions when she
wrestled. In fact, for this particular match, Maggie was convinced that she
could easily beat Marisol that she thought nothing of it. Despite the fact that
she knew little about Marisol's background as a wrestler or about her wrestling
skills, Maggie did not fear her opponent.
Maggie was a bit of a enigma, in more ways than one. A
very well educated woman, Maggie was basically a traditionalist, yet was also a
woman wrestler for many years. While earning a Master's Degree from a well
known university, she had little success in her attempts at a professional
career. She had a tendency to be a bit lazy on occasion, often having a hard
time motivating herself to be successful. So despite her education and
intelligence, she languished in low-paying, dead-end jobs. Her career as a
professional wrestler was similar, with Maggie never willing to make all of the
sacrifices necessary to succeed. But none of that seemed to dampen her
self-confidence, which remained intact.
The financial situation of the couple always seemed
tenuous as well. John worked very hard, but had yet to establish himself in his
new field, and Maggie did little to help the situation with her meager salary.
Even her wrestling earnings had never amounted to more than a few nice dinners
per year. Maggie wanted more, but wasn't sure how to get it. Though very
bright, she didn't always exhibit good, common sense. With her skills, she
should have been much more successful, but couldn't quite figure out how to do
it. Perhaps one of the reasons for her lack of success was the fact that she
rarely worked hard enough to succeed and was often lazy. Even as a wrestler,
the same held true. On a few occasions she had earned the right to wrestle for
the championship, but then didn't prepare well enough and blew the opportunity.
But despite the setbacks, Maggie put herself above
Marisol and could not imagine that an uneducated immigrant like her could
possibly win the match. So unconcerned was Maggie that she spent all of her
spare time prior to the match to prepare herself cosmetically, rather than
physically. Maggie had not worked out much at all in the days leading up to the
match, much more concerned about her physical appearance than her physical
conditioning. In fact, the most painful part of her preparation was the bikini
wax she had gotten just the day before, and her preparation on the night before
the match consisted of lounging in her bed while watching television, munching
on Mall-O-Mars and painting her toe and finger nails!
Marisol had a very different approach however,
dictated by her starkly contrasting background. Though by far the more
physically fit of the two, Marisol spent the night before her match undertaking
a strenuous three hour work-out before going to bed early. Although certain
that she could beat her neighbor, she was nonetheless tense and irritable. She
was taking nothing for granted. Her disdain for Maggie grew the more she
thought about her, and for the first time since her days of underground
fighting in Puerto Rico, she wanted to hurt her opponent.
Marisol was born into a poor family in Puerto Rico,
and as a teenager, she had joined an underground fighting organization which
existed in the poor villages of her homeland. Though the sport was brutal,
Marisol was able to earn good money and help feed her family. She also earned a
reputation for being a tenacious fighter, though she fought on instinct more
than on technique. At the age of nineteen however, she had the opportunity to
come to America and jumped at the chance.
As a high school dropout who had trouble with the
language, Marisol had a difficult time in America at first. With little money
and no family to fall back on, she was forced to take a job as a topless dancer
in New York City. Eventually the club where she worked starting featuring hot
oil wrestling matches and Marisol became the best of the bunch. That got
interested in the sport of wrestling and so during her days, she began to train
at a gym near the club. She caught the eye of a wrestling promoter, who had
some of the veteran wrestlers work with her to teach her technique. Marisol
worked very hard, keeping herself in top shape while absorbing all that the
veterans taught her.
Eventually, Marisol seemed to work around the clock,
either dancing or wrestling 7 nights per week while working out each day.
Gradually she built her finances up until she could afford a nice apartment.
With things starting to go her way, she then met Hector at the club where she
danced and the two hit it off immediately. Though typically not dating the
patrons of the club, Marisol could tell there was something different about
Hector, and eventually they began dating.
After a couple of months, Marisol invited Hector to
come and watch her wrestle, and once he did, he was hooked. Hector, already in
love with Marisol, became enamored with her and proposed marriage. They married
soon after, and though Hector was a wealthy man, Marisol never played the role
of the rich housewife. She worked very hard on decorating their home, keeping
herself in shape, making her husband happy and also at wrestling. She quit her
job as a dancer and oil wrestler once married, focusing all of her attention on
wrestling, at the encouragement of Hector. Over time Marisol became very
successful, though she never lost her drive or work ethic. Even now, as the
true veteran in her federation, Marisol was a force to be reckoned with in the
ring. At 5'5" and 145 lbs, she was in much better shape than some of the
girls 10 years younger than her.
Each of the two women had their own style, sharply
contrasting with that of the other. Marisol, the Puerto Rican woman, had tanned
skin and long, flowing red hair on her compact body. She was much more
flamboyant than Maggie, dressing in tight, sexy clothes to Maggie's
conservative, baggy attire. Marisol was also much more outgoing, while Maggie
was more reserved, sometimes even aloof. But as the day of the match arrived,
little else mattered than who would be the best wrestler on this day.
The Saturday afternoon was bitter cold as Marisol
peeked through her front window. She noticed Maggie walking home from her
appointment at the beauty parlor and the butterflies in her stomach began to
dance. Maggie was due to come over in a half hour, and Marisol paced nervously
as she waited for her neighbor to show. After what seemed like an eternity, her
doorbell finally rang, Marisol answered and the two walked silently to the special
room over the garage. Marisol directed Maggie to a changing room before walking
across to another herself. After a few minutes, the two emerged, each dressed
to kill.
They each climbed into the ring before Marisol went
over the rules a final time with her neighbor and rival. "Rules are, there
are no rules, anything goes. There are 4 cameras overhead which will record
everything that happens. The one with the red light on is the one that is
working at that time. They are programmed so that the camera closest to the
action will be the one which records it. When the light is on, the camera is
on. Any questions?" she asked pointedly.
Maggie smirked at her and turned around, walking back
to her corner. She looked up at the cameras, making sure that she understood
how they worked, wanting to ensure the best possible angles when she pinned
Marisol. The host then climbed out of the ring and flicked a switch on the
wall, instantly igniting a red light on the camera facing Maggie. In contrast
to the bitter cold outside, the temperature in the room was hot, just liked
Marisol liked it. She enjoyed working up a good sweat, but there was also some
strategy to the warm climate. She knew that Maggie was not in the same physical
condition as she, and so the heat was intended to help make Maggie wilt faster.
The plan seemed to be working, even before the match began as beads of sweat
began to appear on her forehead. Each began to stretch their arms and legs,
priming themselves for battle, which was finally just moments away.
As the cameras captured the images of the two women,
it highlighted once again, the differences between them. Maggie was the taller
and stockier of the two with pretty, expressive, brown eyes made up with blue
eye shadow to match the blue in her bikini. Bright, red lipstick was smeared
across her lips, a hint of blush on her cheeks, red polish on the finger and
toenails of her barefeet. The bikini she wore was a skimpy, patriotic string
bikini consisting of a royal blue top splattered with white stars and a red and
white striped panty. Her stark, white skin seemed to intensify the bright blue
and red colors, her large chest protruding out from beneath the skimpy top.
Royal blue, fingerless gloves, also splattered with white stars to match her
bikini top, covered her arms up to her elbows. Her short, black hair was
meticulously coiffed and her make-up was immaculate, though her overexposed body
showed signs of neglect, appearing soft and slightly plump. In fact, rather
than possessing the body of a former pro wrestler, she looked more like a well
kept, middle-aged, American house wife.
Marisol was the shorter of the two, though possessing
a much more athletic body. She wore a skimpy, Brazilian cut, red bikini, which
nicely displayed her well-proportioned, muscle toned frame. The top offered
much more support than Maggie's flimsy suit, offering the support necessary for
the activity of a wrestling match, a white heart on the material covering her
left breast with the word HECTOR inscribed on it in honor of Valentine's Day.
Her skin was a deep, tan color and looked weathered, evidence of her rough
upbringing. Her flaming red hair was long, flowing down her back to just above
her rear-end. Unlike Maggie, Marisol chose to wear wrestling boots, calf high
and colored to match her outfit. She wore no make-up whatsoever, though her
face was pleasant without it. Also unlike Maggie, it was obvious that she was
in excellent shape, as one would expect a wrestler to be.
As the two stared each other down, Marisol had the
gnarled expression of an experienced warrior, showing no signs of fear. As she
completed her stretching, she glanced across at Maggie who was winding down as
well. Smiling as she caught a glimpse of the perspiration which was beginning
to form on Maggie's face, Marisol's confidence had peaked. Ready to go, she
yelled across the ring to Maggie, "You ready?". Maggie nodded,
smirking confidently and prompting Marisol to declare, "Then let's do
it!". With that the two ladies trotted out of their corners and the match was
underway.
They each circled in opposite directions, staring each
other down as the camera filmed their every move. Both women were cautious,
moving very deliberately as they studied their opponent. Finally, Maggie moved
sharply towards Marisol, who reacted by raising her hands. They locked up by
the side of the ring and struggled in hand-to-hand combat for a few moments.
Maggie used her size advantage and began to overpower Marisol, forcing her back
against the ropes. Her strategy was to overpower her smaller foe by using her
weight advantage. As Marisol was forced back against the ropes, Maggie grabbed
her wrists and forced Marisol's arms down to her sides. In the same motion she
then released her grip and reached forward, wrapping her hands around the
pretty Puerto Rican's throat. She clamped her hands tightly around Marisol's
windpipe and squeezed with all of her might.
The red-head struggled to free herself, but Maggie's
grip was vise-like and Marisol was helpless against it. Marisol could feel
herself getting light-headed and began to panic. Maggie had taken the "no
rules" arrangement which Marisol had proposed and used it against her. It
looked like things might be over before they started when Marisol's eyes opened
wide as Maggie grimaced while applying more pressure. Desperate, Marisol lifted
her right leg and smashed her heel into Maggie's bare foot. Startled, Maggie
momentarily loosened her grip, but regained her composure quickly and clamped
her hands back in place even tighter than before. Given enough time to only
take a quick breath, Marisol again became light-headed, her face now bright
red.
Without warning however, she thrust her knee upward,
slamming it between Maggie's legs. The large, white woman squealed and then
stumbled backward, releasing her choke and clamping her legs tightly together
while doubling over. Grabbing her crotch, Maggie whined in pain as Marisol
instantly placed her hand on top of Maggie's bowed head, simultaneously pushing
it down while thrusting her own knee upward and slamming it into the side of
Maggie's plunging face.
Maggie's cheek crashed against Marisol's knee,
launching her into the air and sending her body soaring backward. Maggie's feet
lifted off of the mat as she plummeted down before her shoulders crashed against
the mat. Rolling onto her side, Maggie covered her face in her hands, her legs
still clamped together tightly as she cowered on the floor. Marisol wasted no
time however immediately charged over to Maggie, grabbing a handful of her
short, black hair. She hauled her up onto her feet and then raced toward the
corner, towing Maggie along with her. As they reached the corner, Marisol
hurled Maggie's head forward, slamming her face against the turnbuckle in the
corner. Maggie catapulted off of the turnbuckle and flew backward before
tumbling to the ground. She was dazed, various parts of her body squealing in
pain.
Marisol again raced over to her, yanking her up by the
hair and taking off for the opposite corner of the ring, repeating the move.
Maggie's head again propelled off of the padded cushion before she collapsed to
the canvas in a groggy heap. The smaller warrior had quickly taken control of
her larger counterpart who was huddled into a ball below her, cowering and
moaning. Marisol took a second, massaging her crushed windpipe in the process.
After a few seconds however, she went right back to the attack, grabbing Maggie
again by the hair as she plucked her off of the mat and grabbed hold of her arm
with both hands. Walking her toward the side ropes, she then, with all of her
might, tossed the large woman across the ring, sending Maggie racing forward.
The groggy, corpulent Maggie bounced off of the ropes before returning to her
waiting attacker, who again grabbed the charging Maggie by her arm and, using
her momentum, began to spin her around while planting her feet in the center of
the ring. Maggie was sent running in an orbit around her attacker, panting
heavily as her large chest bounced up and down.
Completing 4 revolutions before Marisol released the
hold, Maggie was sent racing back towards the ropes yet again. Maggie's whole
body jiggled as she raced across the ring, her flimsy top struggling to hold in
her bouncing breasts. Marisol again grabbed hold of her arm and swung her in a
circle, the buxom brunette's body bouncing like a bowl of jelly, her breasts
bouncing so wildly that her top could barley contain them. Finally, after
another 4 revolutions, Marisol again released her hold and sent Maggie charging
toward the ropes. As Maggie bumbled across the ring, her right breast finally
popped out from behind her top, fluttering wildly as she ran forward.
Dipping back into the ropes, her face showing the
exhausted look of a marathon runner, Maggie once again bounced off of the
ropes. Marisol ducked below her as she approached, preparing to submarine the
bouncing brunette. Catching glimpse of her adversaries intention however,
Maggie threw herself into the air and flopped directly on top of the crouched
Marisol. Unable to support all of the weight, Marisol collapsed to the mat with
Maggie perched on top of her. Marisol was flattened, laying face down with
Maggie spread-eagle on top of her.
The early action was fast and furious, and despite
suffering some good blows in the early going, Maggie was now on top, literally.
She was breathing heavily, struggling to catch her breath from the exorbitant
of running Marisol had forced her to do. But after taking a few moments to
catch her breath, secure in the fact hat Marisol was pinned flat, Maggie then
spun herself around so that she was now facing Marisol's feet as she sat on her
lower back. The smaller redhead struggled to free herself from beneath the
heavy breathing mound of flesh, but Maggie reached forward and grabbed hold of
Marisol's foot and held it tightly with both hands. She then pulled it closer
to her and without warning, bit down on Marisol's ensnared paw. Marisol
screamed in pain as Maggie bit further into her foot, biting through her boot.
But despite the fact that her foot was covered in leather, Maggie's teeth
gnarled through it, biting into the front of Marisol's right foot. The redhead
was in enormous pain, but thinking quickly, took her free leg and rammed it
upward, smashing it into Maggie's face. The sole of her foot connected flush
with Maggie's nose, jarring her and causing her to release her grip.
A sharp sting ran through Maggie's face, her mouth
opened involuntarily, starting to drool. Marisol quickly pulled her foot away
and slid out from beneath her dazed, larger foe. Maggie rolled onto her side,
her head tilted backward as she was again, momentarily dazed. Marisol got to
her feet gradually and then walked alongside the bewildered Maggie, looking
down at her. She then placed her right foot into the center of Maggie's belly
and pressed down, the squishy skin jiggling around and engulfing Marisol's
foot. Crushing Maggie's midsection, Marisol forced all of her weight down onto
her beleaguered neighbor.
Maggie looked up at her competitor, her body beginning
to perspire heavily as she continued to huff and puff, trying to force
Marisol's foot off of her belly. Marisol continued to place all of her weight
onto her right foot, pressing it deeper into Maggie's mushy paunch. Maggie
gurgled as her mouth fell open and her tongue drooped out of the side of it,
Marisol keeping the pressure on by lifting her left foot into the air to put
more weight on the right. After teasing Maggie for several more seconds,
Marisol stepped forward, walking onto the red, white and blue clad doormat with
both feet.
Marisol kept walking forward, stepping off of the
aching Maggie and continuing forward until she reached the corner. She held
onto the ropes, lifting her throbbing, bitten foot up and beginning to massage
it. As she rubbed the pain away however, it was apparent that she was growing
increasingly more angry. She continued to rub her foot for a few more seconds
and then lowered it, glaring across at Maggie who was still flattened in the
middle of the ring. She then looked up into the camera and, with a corrupt look
on her face, winked at it deviously. She started back toward Maggie, who by
this time had lifted herself up onto all fours and tucked her breast back into
her top . Marisol stepped alongside the kneeling Maggie and with a grunt,
punted her foot violently up into Maggie's exposed midsection.
The sound of her foot slamming into Maggie's ribs made
a loud SPLAT which resonated throughout the room as Maggie fell over onto her
side, her arms wrapped around her middle as she whined in agony. Marisol then
walked down to Maggie's feet, reached down and grabbed hold of her ankles,
pulling Maggie's legs into the air. With Maggie laying flat on her back,
Marisol tugged on her beefy legs until they were horizontal to the rest of her
body. She then spread them apart and adjusted her grip, clutching Maggie's two
ankles in her two hands. With Maggie's legs now spread wide, Marisol gazed down
between them before turning her attention to Maggie's face, scowling at her.
Maggie looked back, her expressive eyes suddenly filled with fear. Letting out
a menacing laugh, Marisol lifted her leg in the air and held her foot
perilously over Maggie's fully exposed crotch. Tauntingly she let out another
evil snicker as Maggie began to plead for mercy. But Marisol showed none,
instead stomping her foot down into Maggie's crotch, grinding and driving her
foot further into the region while pulling up on her ankles to further increase
the pressure.
Maggie let out a deafening scream as Marisol pressed
her foot downward, mashing it into Maggie's privates. Continuing the torturous
abuse for awhile, Marisol finally pulled her foot up, only to slam it down
again, twisting and turning it to further pulverize Maggie's groin. Maggie
squirmed on the ground as she moaned loudly, tears starting to well up in her
eyes. Her body was in torturous pain and she was helpless to protect herself,
squirming on her back. After what seemed like an eternity, Marisol finally
removed her foot, leaving Maggie to curl into a ball as she rolled onto her
side whimpering.
"You ain't seen nothing yet, bitch!" Marisol
screamed at her sniveling opponent as she took a few deep breaths before
resuming her attack.
The brawl was now really starting to heat up, as was
the temperature in the room. Both women were now perspiring, but Maggie, who
was physically in worse shape, forced to run back and forth many times earlier
in the match, was now soaked with sweat. She remained on the canvas, her legs
clamped shut and her body huddled together, still trying to recover from the
malicious stomping of her vaginal area. Marisol on the other hand, stood off to
the side catching her breath and watching her opponent writhe in pain.
Completing her review, Marisol sauntered forward and approached Maggie's head.
Reaching down, she grabbed a handful of her short black hair and yanked her up
onto her feet. Maggie rose gingerly, a grimace stretched across her face from
the violent grip of her opponent. She tried to keep her legs clamped shut to
ease the pain, but as she was hauled onto her feet, the screaming pain form
between her legs became almost too much to endure.
Marisol pulled her upright, grasping her firmly by the
hair as Maggie lifted her arms to try and free the grip. With Maggie's arms
lifted, Marisol noticed that she had left her midsection vulnerable, prompting
Marisol to ram her knee forward and pummel Maggie's unprotected paunch with
five quick, though powerful blows. Maggie's flabby body churned wildly from the
impact of each blow before she folded over, groaning as she wrapped her arms around
her battered tummy. Marisol then moved in front of her, facing the bowed
brunette before leaning forward and wrapping her arms around Maggie's
midsection. She clasped the inside of her knees around the sides of Maggie's
head while grasping each of her wrists and pulling in tightly on Maggie's pulpy
tummy. Leaned completely over the bowed Maggie, Marisol then pulled tightly
around Maggie's girth while leaning back, launching her neighbor's upended body
into the air.
Maggie's legs lifted off of the mat and shot straight
into the air, while her head descended toward the floor, squeezed tightly
between Marisol's knees. Marisol squeezed more tightly around Maggie's
midsection, her arms sinking into the damp, sweaty skin of Maggie's body. She
eventually got her upright, Maggie's body now perfectly erect and upended.
Marisol turned so that she displayed Maggie's upended body directly in front of
the camera. Maggie's arms fell limply toward the canvas and her legs stood
straight up into the air before settling back over Marisol's shoulder. Her
breasts drooped down toward her face, which was slowly turning a fiery red from
the blood rushing to it.
Marisol paraded the inverted wrestler toward the other
side of the ring so that each camera would capture a different angle. Steadying
herself, Marisol shook Maggie again while giving a mighty tug with her arms,
crushing Maggie's abdominal area even further. She then began to jerk Maggie up
and down, causing her breasts to bounce furiously. After just a few seconds, both
of Maggie's breasts burst out of her top and danced freely as Marisol continued
to lurch her trapped opponent's body vertically. Perspiration dripped off of
Maggie's suspended frame as her loose skin trembled from the shaking. After
over a minute of churning her shaken opponent, Marisol stopped and held her in
place. Despite her 30 pound weight disadvantage, it was now obvious that
Marisol was not only the better wrestler, but also the stronger of the two.
It had been a great show of strength for the smaller,
lighter Marisol to so easily launch her portly opponent Up into the air,
holding there now for quite some time. Maggie's face was a bright red, matching
the lipstick which had smeared onto it. Her mouth was open and a despondent,
defeated look was obvious in her still twinkling eyes. But the effort of
holding her up all this time had begun to take it's toll, and Marisol was
tiring. Making sure that she stood directly in front of the camera, she
prepared to finish off the hold. Tightening her grip one last time and jostling
Maggie's inverted body in the process, causing her bloated breasts to dance
once again, Marisol then hurled Maggie downward, driving her head and shoulders
into against the mat before releasing the hold and allowing Maggie to drop to the
ground.
Maggie's head mashed against the mat, her neck folding
into itself as her chin hit her chest from the impact before her body tumbled
over like a freshly cut tree and crumbled to the mat from the forceful Pile
Driver. Her body bounced twice before settling on the canvas, face down, an
eerie silence filling the room after the brutal finisher. Marisol walked up
beside her, placing her foot beneath Maggie's side and kicking her over and
onto her back. Maggie rolled over, her sweaty body quivering as her bare chest
heaved up and down. Her face was blank, her skin color a pasty white as
continued to breathe deeply. Though it was obvious that Maggie was done,
Marisol was not, storming over to her topless neighbor and again yanking her
onto her feet.
Forcing the wobbly Maggie backward and pushing her
drooping body back against the ropes, Maggie's arms dropped over the top rope
as her back was pressed against them. Marisol took a step back as Maggie
slumped off of the ropes, her beefy, outstretched arms the only thing holding
her up. She was a sweaty mess, her head slumped in front of her as her large,
exposed breasts drooped in the same direction. She was out of it, and the
camera was catching it all.
Marisol had been sure to place Maggie in a position
where the camera could get a good shot of her. Taking a few steps back, Marisol
let the camera focus on the battered Maggie, filming her topless, battered body
as it dangled from the ropes. Marisol, meanwhile caught her breath and took a
break, but after about a minute, she marched back over to her dangling neighbor
and continued the onslaught. She stood in front of her, looking down at
Maggie's declining chest. Marisol raised her arm out to the side and then
thrust it forward, slapping her open hand against the side of Maggie's breast.
The loud SMACK of skin against skin echoed through the room, as did Maggie's
sick moans, as Marisol raised her other hand and did the same to Maggie's other
breast. Maggie continued to groan, though more quietly, unable to muster the
strength to protest the brutal attack. Her chest stung as if she were bitten by
a hundred bees, but she was too weak to do anything about it. Marisol again
stepped to the side so that the camera could get a good shot of Maggie's now
very red and even more swollen breasts.
"Hector will like this shot" Marisol
tormented her abused neighbor, "he always like to see big tits!"
After allowing sufficient time for the cameras to capture her opponent, Marisol
then walked forward and stood directly in front of her chubby, dangling victim.
She moved so close that her body rested against Maggie's, cupping her hand
beneath Maggie's chin and forcing her bowed head upright. She then grabbed a
handful of hair from the back of Maggie's head and pulled her head backward,
yanking it outside of the ring. Marisol looked down and fixed her eyes on
Maggie's throat which was now fully laid open below her. She then stepped up
onto the second rope, using her opponent's hair for leverage, before doing the
same with her right foot. Lifting her left leg up and placing it over the top
rope, the back of her left thigh was now sitting on the top rope, trapping one
of Maggie's arms beneath it. Marisol then did the same with her right leg while
still pulling back on Maggie's head.
Marisol was now perched on the top rope, her legs
spread, the back of her thighs each pressing down onto Maggie's spread arms,
trapping her there. Slowly Marisol moved her legs closer together until they
were pressed tightly up against each side of Maggie's face, squeezing her
cheeks against her inner thighs. Looking down, Marisol shimmied her butt inward
until Maggie's chin was pressed tightly against her own crotch. Maggie's face
was now squeezed tightly between Marisol's legs, her eyes sullen, the twinkle
long gone. Maggie's upper arms began to grow numb from the strain of being sat
on, the camera filming her hanging body and then zooming into her engulfed
face. Looking down at Maggie's red face, Marisol laughed, the goal of
humiliating her neighbor now complete.
Marisol raised her hands over her head in mock
celebration, and then began to gyrate her hips, mashing her butt onto Maggie's
throat. She kept her hands raised high, performing erotically before the camera
while grinding her hind quarters onto her defenseless prey. Maggie's breasts
swirled around, almost following the motion of Marisol's hips, her large, brown
nipples erect. As the Puerto Rican beauty concluded her dance however, without
warning, leaned back and rolled off of her perch, tumbling backward off of
Maggie's body before miraculously landing on her feet. As she stood upright,
Maggie collapsed in front of her, dropping to the mat like a carcass.
Marisol, indifferent to her tortured neighbors agony,
again grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her onto her feet. Maggie's legs
were rubbery and Marisol had to hold on tightly in order to keep her up. She
marched over toward the opposite side of the ring and then dropped Maggie's
throat down against the top rope on the other side of the ring. The red light
on the camera facing them flashed on and Marisol quickly went back to work.
Lifting each of Maggie's limp, dangling arms, she draped each of them over the
top rope, pulling them out to her sides so that they were extended on either
side of her body. Having now succeeded in resting the debilitated wrestlers
upper body against the rope, Marisol climbed beneath the ropes and stepped out
onto the ring apron as Maggie hung inside. Moving directly in front of Maggie's
bowed head, she then reached down and grabbed hold of the middle rope and with
a grunt and a mighty tug, yanked it up as high as she could. Pulling it until
it was stretched above the back of Maggie's head, Marisol then let it go. The
taut rope snapped back downward, clamping tightly down onto the top of Maggie's
beefy arms and back of her neck.
The taut ropes tightened over the three of Maggie's
extremities, squashing them between the entwined cables. Maggie was trapped,
the top and middle ropes squeezing against the back of her neck while her two
arms were being held out to her sides. Maggie hung lifelessly, her feet no
longer planted on that mat as her legs sagged below her. Marisol climbed back
into the ring and snickered at the spectacle, having snared her heavy opponent
between the ropes in a unique fashion, and enjoying every minute of it. She
then walked back into the canter of the ring before coming up behind Maggie and
reaching down, grabbed hold of Maggie's ankles. She slowly pushed them up off
of the mat, pressing her legs into the air like a barbell until Maggie's body
was parallel to the canvas. With Maggie's extended arms still trapped between
the ropes and out to her sides, Maggie looked as if she were her being
crucified. As her legs were pressed into the air, Maggie's body stiffened as
Marisol continued to push her upward. Completing the military press of Maggie's
legs, Marisol then paused, stopping and holding them in place. Looking directly
into the camera, Marisol began to speak.
"Hector, my sweetheart, Happy Valentine's Day! I
wanted to give you something special this year, so I invented a new move just
for you baby. I call it the Puerto Rican Crucifixion, and Maggie here has been
kind enough to volunteer. So here we go baby, THIS ONE'S FOR YOU!" It was
an incredibly unique and incredibly cruel move, and the result was an amazing
sight. Maggie was held firmly in place, her arms extended to either side,
clamped tightly between the now straining tension of the ropes,. Her head was
erect, held there by the taut cables which squeezed tightly around her throat.
Her body hung like a cadaver, dangling from the ropes, her large, swollen
breasts, still fully exposed, bouncing up and down from the unbelievable
journey her entire body had just taken. The entire room was now completely
silent, the only sounds were the quiet WHIR of the camera and a faint, pathetic
squeak coming from the tortured Maggie.
Marisol stepped onto the ring apron again and stood
directly next to Maggie's hanging body. She looked straight into the camera,
blew a kiss and said, "Happy Valentine's Day Hector!". Placing her
arm around Maggie's trapped head, Marisol posed for a moment before taking a
few steps back so that the camera would focus solely on the bound Maggie. Her
pendulant body was marred by bruises and pink and red marks, her face was
battered and her eyes, though open, were glazed over. Perspiration dripped off
of every part of her body as she swayed back and forth and tears flowed freely
down her cheeks. Her exposed breasts were on display for the camera to see,
leaving Maggie feeling as a level of humiliation she had never imagined she
could feel.
Marisol left her there for a few minutes, letting the
camera fully capture the domination she had imposed on her neighbor. Finally
deciding to free her foe, she walked up behind her and grabbed hold of one of
the ropes and pulled it away from Maggie's throat, causing her head to slide
between them and slither free. Her arms, still trapped were released by Marisol
one arm at a time, dropping Maggie's mangled body to the floor below the ring.
Marisol jumped out of the ring and walked over next to the pile of sweaty flesh
which was Maggie. She lifted her up and tossed her back into the ring. Rolling
her toward the center. She then climbed back in and grabbed Maggie's wrist,
dragging her body to the center. She than placed her right foot on Maggie's
throat and raised her hands in the air in victory. After standing frozen for
about 10 seconds, Marisol blew one last kiss to the camera before climbing out
of the ring and walking toward the control panel for the camera. She adjusted
the camera so that it zoomed in on the fallen Maggie, taking a close-up of her
battered body. Marisol then walked into the bathroom and took a shower, leaving
Maggie to wallow in her pain.
Marisol took a leisurely shower, letting the hot water
roll off of her body. She then blow-dried her hair and slipped into a pair of
shorts and tank top. About 45 minutes had passed since she left Maggie laying
in the ring, and she came out to find her just as she had left her. She walked
over to the control panel and turned the camera off, then she climbed into the
ring and dragged Maggie's debilitated body over to the side. Climbing out of
the ring, she reached up and draped Maggie's body across her shoulder and
carried her into the bathroom. She dumped her down onto the floor of the shower
stall and then stepped out of the shower. She then turned on the cold water and
walked out of the room. Maggie screamed as the icy cold water poured over her
battered body, but she stayed on the floor for several more minutes. Eventually
she got up and took her bikini off. She sat on the chair in the bathroom for a
few minutes crying. She was starting to get her senses back and realizing what
had just happened. She started bawling, realizing that the humiliation had all
been captured on tape, and that Hector and Marisol would be watching it on
Valentine's Day. She also realized that her husband John would have nothing
from her as a gift.
Everything she had planned had gone horribly wrong.
Her body was in torturous pain, and she knew it would take a least a week
before she would be able to recover from the beating Marisol had just given
her. She wearily got up and hobbled over to the shower, turning on the hot
water and letting it massage away her pain. After about a half hour, she
finally turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. She gingerly
toweled off, changed back into her clothes and sat back down. She started to
cry again, afraid to face Marisol, who sat in the other room waiting for her.
Finally she walked out of the bathroom and back into the "arena". To
her dismay, Marisol was watching the tape of the recently completed match.
"Hector is going to love this!", yelled Marisol mockingly. Maggie
bowed her head and limped out of the room, crying.
It took Maggie the rest of the week to recuperate,
just in time for the husbands to come home from their business trip. It was
Valentine's Day when they returned, and John ran into the house to greet his
wife. Maggie hugged him, trying to disguise the soreness she was still
experiencing. They sat down and he handed her two wrapped boxes, both
Valentines gifts. She developed a lump in her throat since she wasn't able to
get him anything, and she felt awful about it. She opened the first box, a
small jewelry box. It was a small, yet sparkly diamond ring. Tears welled in
her eyes as she slipped it on her finger.
"I know I couldn't afford this when we got
engaged, and I know we probably can't afford this now, but I wanted to get it
for you." he told her lovingly. Maggie started to cry, overwhelmed that
her husband had been so thoughtful as she stared at the small diamond ring. She
felt even worse than before, knowing that the present she had wanted to give
him was probably being given to Hector at that moment. She then opened the
other box. She pulled out a skimpy, white, metallic string bikini with matching
elbow length gloves.
"You never wore the suit I gave you for the
Fourth of July so I figured I would try again" he joked. Maggie couldn't
bear it and began to bawl uncontrollably.
"Hey, it's only a joke hon!" he said
consolingly as Maggie sobbed away.
Meanwhile, next door, Marisol and Hector sat in front
of the television, watching Marisol's present to him. Hector was grinning from
ear-to-ear. He couldn't believe that his wife would do such a thing for him. As
they continued to watch the tape, he turned to her and said, "This is the
best present anyone ever gave me".
He had a bulge in his pants as he watched his
wife dominate their neighbor. As the tape wound down and the screen showed
Maggie laying on the mat, Hector and Marisol rolled onto the floor and had
wild, passionate sex as the picture of a defeated Maggie played on the
television behind them.
It is really a very nice story. I have sought in my files pics that could match with the theme and in fact I have found some of them.
First, in honour to the ropes, I wish I were a skilled draughtswoman to depict the "Puerto Rican Crucifixion". Instead of that, I find these pics in which the Latin wrestler ties to the rope and humiliates her toplessed white opponent:
Being stripped or semi stripped by the opponent is very embarrassing to a girl, especially when the clothes removed were used as ropes...
Speaking of stripping the loser, the set below show a nice scene. And again, a Latin girl humiliates a blonde lass...
In fact, after thinking a lot of so essential issue, I came to the conclusion that the act of stripping in a catfight is the basic element for a an utter humiliation. The reason of this phenomenon is religious, I suppose. And the act of disroping is so sacred that it is quite unusual in a fight... Albeit I am a philosopher, I will not continue with my ponderings... "I am so tired, I haven't slept a wink"...
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