In honour of S. Valentine's Day

A wrestling tale involving S. Valentine's Day. Available in http://www.oocities.org/wrestlinglady/magmar1.html. I really do not know the name of the author, who signs as wrestlinglady:

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"...