As she sat in her dressing room making the final preparations
before her match, Jo noticed the door swing open. Standing in
the doorway was her bruised, sweaty and exhausted friend Maggie,
who was smiling form ear to ear. Jo jumped out of her seat, ran
over to her friend and gave her a big hug. “You were terrific!”
Jo whispered in her ear, “congratulations!”. Maggie, unable to
hide her excitement, squeezed Jo tightly before replying. “Now
it’s your turn”, she instructed Jo, “got get her”. “I intend to”
said Jo confidently, and the two women walked back into the
dressing room. Maggie gingerly lowered her aching body into a
chair as Jo paced nervously around the room. Maggie had just
beaten Rosalie in a grueling wrestling match, and Jo was
scheduled to wrestle against Rosalie’s mother Marisol next.
Marisol and Maggie were neighbors, but fierce rivals and Maggie
felt ebullient at being able to defeat her adversaries daughter.
She now had to sit back while her friend and training partner Jo
faced her rival head on. Jo was a 49 year old a the tail end of
her wrestling career. She had taken Maggie under her wing in the
past few months and was happy for her. But Jo knew that Marisol
was mean, strong and vicious, and that she would have her work
cut out for her. Nonetheless, she was extremely confident and
anxious to get in the ring. She would not have to wait long
since the attendant just then came to the door to escort to the
entrance to the arena. Maggie gave Jo a kiss on the cheek for
good luck just before her friend left to face her challenge.
Jo entered the arena first and received an apathetic response
from the crowd. In fact, some snickers could be heard as she
climbed into the ring. Jo was in good shape for her age, but her
age was the problem. She wore a leopard print bikini and
matching, calf-high boots. Her body, although thin and toned,
revealed the signs of aging. Her skin had lost some of it’s
elasticity and wrinkles had formed on her waist, chin and face.
She stood about 5’8” and weighed about 145 lbs., with short
yellow/blonde hair and deep brown eyes. She had been wrestling
long enough to be able to tune out the crowd’s lack of reaction
to her, but was surprised at the loud cheer which developed as
Marisol made her way to the ring. Marisol was a raven-haired
Puerto Rican woman in her late 30’s. She wore a red, one-piece
suit and red calf high boots with tassels and was in great shape.
The crowd seemed to be looking forward to seeing the younger,
Puerto Rican woman destroy the older Jo, and their reaction left
no doubt as to that. They cheered loudly for Marisol as she
bopped around the ring, taunting her opponent. Marisol was
furious that Maggie had defeated her daughter, and was anxious to
take out her frustration on Jo. Unfazed, Jo stood in her corner,
stretching her arms and legs and ignoring the volatile Marisol,
just as the bell rang to start the match.
Jo moved slowly out of her corner, but Marisol wasted no time and
charged at her immediately. Jo took a quick step to the side,
but left her leg stretched beside her as she tripped the charging
Marisol to the mat. Jo then immediately jumped on her back and
grabbed hold of her ankle, pulling her leg up and twisting it.
Marisol slammed her hands to the mat in anger as Jo wound her leg
to the side, twisting it away from her body. Jo continued to
twist on Marisol’s leg for quite awhile before pushing herself up
off Marisol’s back, still clutching her wrist in her hands. Jo
rose to her feet and twisted Marisol’s leg so that she flipped
over onto her back. She then positioned herself alongside the
fallen red head and prepared to wrench her leg further, but
Marisol reached up with her hand and grabbed hold of the
waistband of Jo’s bikini bottom and pulled. She yanked Jo
backward, causing her to lose her balance and fall to the mat.
As Jo tumbled over, Marisol quickly jumped to her feet and stood
over her opponent. She ran up to Jo’s head and, with a depraved
look on her face, kicked the toe of her boot into the side of
Jo’s head. Jo let out a loud “UUUUHHHH”, as the impact of the
kick sent her head spinning. The crowd gasped at the viciousness
of the kick, but Marisol quickly continued her attack. She
lifted her foot in the air and lowered the sole of her boot onto
Jo’s throat, gradually pressing all of her weight down onto the
older woman’s trachea. Jo’s body began to flail about wildly as
she kicked her legs and waved her arms in desperation. Marisol
finally lifted her other leg off of the mat, thereby putting all
of her weight down onto Jo’s throat. The crowd was amazed at the
brutality of Marisol, but they nonetheless cheered her on. Jo
continued to struggle for air, her wiry body squirming in a
frenzy. After a few more moments, Marisol finally stepped
forward, removing her foot from Jo’s throat as the leopard-clad
blonde rolled onto her side and clutched her crushed throat.
Marisol walked up behind Jo, who was still curled into a ball,
and violently kicked her boot into the middle of Jo’s arched
back. Jo’s body instantly straightened up as she lay on her
side, moaning from the dangerous kick. It was obvious at this
early stage that Marisol was not only interested in beating Jo,
but also in hurting her.
Marisol walked around Jo’s outstretched body and came to a stop
in front of her. She kicked her over onto her back and then
moved closer before dropping her knee into Jo’s extended stomach.
Jo’s arms and legs flew into the air and she let out a loud,
“MMPPPHHHH” as Marisol ground her knee into Jo’s midsection. She
then stood up and walked up toward Jo’s head again, this time
leaping into the air. She pulled one leg out in front of her as
she was airborne and positioned it directly over Jo’s throat
before descending and landing the back of her thigh onto Jo’s
crushed throat. Jo’s legs again flew into the air as Marisol
pressed her leg down onto Jo’s throat. Marisol wriggled her body
so that she was putting as much pressure as possible into choking
Jo. She then reached down and slapped Jo across the face with
her open hand. The entire right side of Jo’s face instantaneously
turned beet red as Marisol pushed herself up onto her feet,
leaving Jo one the mat. Jo’s tongue fell out the side of her
mouth and her eyes were glazed from the remarkably quick and
brutal attack she had endured so far. Marisol however only
smiled as she reached down and grabbed a handful of Jo’s short
blonde hair. She hauled the dazed older woman onto her feet and
left her swaying back and forth as she stepped back. Jo was out
of it, her face and throat bright red, her stomach and back
bruised. She was unable to hold herself steady and pitched back
and forth like a drunk trying to stand straight. The crowd
laughed at the sight of the tottering Jo, but Marisol didn’t even
crack a smile as she walked up in front of her. She then raised
her hand out to her side and sent a roundhouse smack to the
unbruised side of Jo’s face, causing Jo’s head to spin almost
completely around. Because of her dazed state, Jo stumbled but
did not fall. She faltered back against the ropes with Marisol
in hot pursuit. Jo’s back bounced against the ropes on the side
of the ring, just as Marisol reached her. She cocked her arm
and, with a loud grunt, smashed her fist square onto Jo’s jaw.
As if on a spring, Jo’s head snapped back then bounced forward.
Her chin slammed against her chest before her head bobbed upward,
just as Marisol had finished re-cocking her fist. As Jo’s head
ascended, Marisol unleashed an even more powerful punch to Jo’s
jaw, again driving her head backward. Jo’s head bounced back and
forth like a bobble head doll before Marisol delivered another
jab onto her jaw. Spittle flew out of Jo’s mouth as her body
started to fall forward, but Marisol quickly delivered a forceful
knee to Jo’s gut, forcing her body back against the ropes.
The cheers had died down as the crowd was shocked at the
brutality of Marisol’s attack on the defenseless old woman. Jo’s
arms slumped over the top rope, holding her semi-conscious body
upright as her head sagged down in front of her. Marisol stepped
directly in front of Jo, within inches of her, and began to
pummel the numb woman’s midsection. Right after left after
right, Marisol mercilessly beat on Jo’s firm but wrinkled belly
before, instinctively, Jo’s arms fell from the ropes and her
whole body collapsed to the mat. The crowd was silent, fearful
for the health of the older woman whose only movement was the
trembling of her body as it breathed deeply. Marisol reached
down, grabbed hold of Jo’s ankles and dragged her limp body to
the center of the ring. She dropped her legs upon reaching it
and stood over her helpless victim. Jo’s arms lay lifelessly
over her head as Marisol stepped over her, her legs straddling
Jo’s upper body. She then stepped down onto Jo’s armpits,
holding her in place. Although Jo couldn’t have moved if she
wanted to, Marisol nonetheless had trapped her body to the mat as
the ringside judge quickly counted to ten and rang the bell.
Jo’s eyes were closed, her wrinkled face black and blue. Her
stomach was scarlet colored from the pounding it had taken.
Marisol pumped her hands over her head defiantly as she stood
atop the defeated Jo for several seconds after the bell had rung.
Finally she stepped off of her and made her way out of the ring.
The crowd gave a half-hearted round of applause to the evil woman
as the staff raced into the ring to check on Jo. They gave her
some smelling salts and were able to revive her enough to sit
upright. They stayed that way for several minutes until finally
two of the men draped Jo’s arms over their shoulders and helped
her out of the ring. Marisol had gotten her revenge against
Maggie’s friend, but it was Maggie she wanted, and was determined
to get.
