Rather than sit in the house all day fretting about his job, or possible lack thereof, John decided to join his wife Maggie on her jog. He thought the fresh air would do him good and all of his business traveling had caused him to be away from home frequently, so this was also an opportunity to spend some time with her. Her next match was less two weeks away, so Maggie's training regimen was now in high gear. They jogged the few blocks to the high school field, where they would complete another 10 laps around the track before heading back home. But to their surprise, their neighbor Hector had decided to do the same, and was just finishing up his laps. As John and Maggie approached, Hector stopped to greet them.

Hector was intertwined with Maggie and John in more ways than one. First of all he lived next door to them, secondly he was Marisol's husband, Maggie's hated rival, but perhaps most importantly, Hector was John's boss and friend. Despite the bitter rivalry Maggie and Marisol shared, she felt little animosity toward Hector. And even though the viciousness of that rivalry had often put a strain on John and Hector's friendship, it endured nonetheless. Actually Hector was a very nice guy and had done a great deal to help John.

"Hi John, Hi Maggie. Long time no see!"

Maggie said hello uncomfortably, her husband much friendlier. "I'm sorry about what has happened between you and Marisol in the past Maggie, the way its escalated and all, but I hope you don't hold any of it against me." Maggie shook her head, indicating that she did not. She was actually expecting Hector to be angry with her for injuring his wife, but he wasn't. He knew that the feud had caused pain to each of the two women, but he did not blame Maggie for that. Then Hector turned to John.

"I heard what happened to your biggest client John and I'm sorry" he said sincerely. John had lost his biggest account, and despite his friendship with Hector, it might have cost him his job. As Sales Manager, Hector was in charge of the salesmen for the most part, but without that account, John's other production was so dismal, it was hard not to notice. The decision whether or not John would have a job on Monday was probably no longer Hector's but instead lied with the General Manager, and it did not look good.

"Listen John" Hector went on, "I'm having lots of trouble with one of my accounts and I could really use your help. In fact, they are killing me. I'd love for you to handle the account for me in the future if you could. Interested?" Hector asked.

John's eyes lit up. He knew what Hector was doing, and he was not too proud to deny a favor.

"Be happy to help Hector, who is it?" he asked. "Well, it's National Swimwear John. They are killing me!"

John's face dropped and he just stared blankly at Hector. National Swimwear was not only Hector's biggest client, but also the firm's biggest client. It had taken Hector over two years to win it, earlier in his career and he became a legend for it . In fact, that one account is what earned Hector most of what he had today. But with Hector's position in the firm solidified, his compensation no longer reliant on the commissions generated from the account and his desire to limit his traveling, he was happy to pass the account along. John realized the extent of Hector's generosity though, and in an obvious insincere gesture, denied the favor.

"I couldn't do that Hector. Not National Swimwear. That's YOUR account. Everyone knows it's your account" he replied.

"Listen John. To tell you the truth, they are a pain in the ass. I've got to travel out there at least one week every month because they demand constant attention. I just don't have the time or the energy, so I need someone I can trust to take it over for me. But it's not going to be a picnic for you. There's lots of travel involved, lots of time away from home. But with all of that in mind, can you help me out?"

John's smile started slowly, but then stretched across his face completely. He knew what this meant, it meant he would not only keep his job, but the potential to double his salary was now a reality. He shook Hector's hand aggressively before giving Maggie a big hug.

"I'm going to need you to go out there with me this week then John. They will want you to meet everyone in their organization and really get to know them so it will not be a short trip. That okay?" John shook his head and readily agreed. Hector had just possibly changed his career, how could he say no.

And so Hector then said goodbye and left, leaving John and Maggie hugging by the side of the track. Maggie realized how important Hector's generosity had been, and she was appreciative. She was happy for John, happy that he was happy, but she couldn't help but think how this would affect her. She hated when John traveled already, and now it would be even more. She was worried about that, but did not want to spoil the moment by bringing it up, so they finished up their jog and headed home to resume the celebration in a more personal manner.

By the next afternoon, John was again on his way to California, and Maggie was left to fend for herself. It was uncertain if John would even make it back in time for her match, but Maggie did her best to understand. But despite her understanding, it did not prevent her from feeling lonely as the week went on.

Barbie Doll knew this was a big chance for her and she was delighted at having it. She had done very poorly in her first shot at the championship against Helen, so to get another chance so soon was an unexpected surprise. But there was also a tremendous amount of pressure which went along with that. Another poor showing in a championship match could have fatal consequences to her wrestling career, and so she did her best to be ready.

She had worked successfully while at home to get in shape, doing calisthenics and aerobics, but she knew she needed to get in some wrestling as well. The only place to do that however was to head into the city and hit the gym where most of the other wrestlers worked out. The only time to do that would be in the morning, after she had dropped her kids off at school. And so, on Wednesday, she did just that. She dropped her son off first, and then her daughter, and then joined in with the rush hour traffic and drove into the city.

Reaching the gym, she parked her minivan and proceeded inside. She changed into a leotard before getting in a solid 30 minute aerobic/stretching routine. Then moved over toward the mats in the corner of the gym and attempted to find a partner to "spar" with. Luckily for her, Kim was around and was willing. They chatted for a several minutes and actually got along quite well before agreeing to work with each other.

They set a time limit of five minutes and had an understanding that they would not wrestle "full scale". They then proceeded to have an extremely beneficial five minute session of which Barbie controlled a good portion of. But since it was amicable and not too intense, Kim felt good about it. In fact they chatted for about 15 or 20 minutes about the moves and holds each had sued, and then went for another 5 minutes.

This time Kim was able to wrestle much more effectively, and each controlled a portion of that time frame. But Barbie was happy to get the chance to experiment with some moves against a larger and stronger woman, and Kim was excited about sharing thoughts with a more experienced wrestler. They again went over what had taken place in the latest session for about 20 minutes before agreeing to try again. They sparred one last time, Barbie again assuming control for most of the session.

Afterward they exchanged pleasantries and went their separate ways, each feeling good about the experience. To Barbie, this was just what she was looking for. Not only had she gotten to practice her wrestling, but it also had helped by allowing her to actually utilize some of the strategies she had thought about using and determining their effectiveness.

She was feeling so good about the experience that on the entire way home she kept envisioning different tactics and strategies. As she reached her son's school to pick him up, she decided to hit the gym again on Friday for more of the same. What she didn't realize was that all of the wrestlers had been contacted about the Battle Royale, so there was a good chance that at some of them would be present on Friday.

But Friday morning came and Barbie made her school drop-offs and then headed into the city. The traffic was much heavier than it had been on Wednesday and so Barbie was a bit more tense once she reached the gym then she had been the last time. She took her time changing into her white tights and lime- colored leotard, and after 30 minutes of stretching and aerobics, she felt much better and ready to hit the mats. She looked around the gym, but did not notice Kim. She walked over towards the mats anyway, hoping to find her, or anyone who would be willing to wrestle.

Barbie strolled in the corner of the gym for a minute before taking a drink of water from the fountain. But as she turned back toward the mats, she was surprised to Helen standing there. She was dressed in a pair of baggy black sweatpants, but with a white, lace halter top. She had obviously been working up a sweat and her body glistened from the perspiration, her chest jutting forward through her skimpy top. She looked even more fit than usual too, making her quite intimidating.

"Looking for someone to spar with?" Helen asked the Doll pointedly.

Barbie was leery of accepting the offer, but that was what she had there for. Anyway, Helen might be even better preparation that Kim had been, and so Barbie responded.

"Yeah, I am. I was working with Kim the other day, but I don't see her."

"No you don't, you see me. so do you want to spar or not?"

Barbie shook her head. "Sure, why not" she replied.

"Good. Then let's go" ordered Helen as she set herself on one side of the mats, facing the Doll. Barbie hesitated, but then took her position across from Helen.

"Okay, 5 minute time limit, right?" Barbie asked timorously, "and nothing too heavy, right?"

Helen looked back at her and took a deep breath as if she were annoyed by the questions. "Yeah, yeah. Do you want to wrestle or not?"

"Okay, as long as we agree." Barbie reiterated before slowly moving in a circular direction while dropping into a preparatory stance.

Helen stood there looking at her before smirking, shaking her head and rushing at the Doll. She immediately grabbed a handful of the Doll's hair from behind her head and yanked her down onto her back. As soon as Barbie's shoulders hit the canvas, Helen dropped her knee into Barbie's gut, kneeling down on it while cocking her arm before delivering two quick punches into the side of Barbie's ribcage, just below her breast.

Barbie grunted softly as Helen lifted her knee and got to her feet while pulling Barbie up with her by the hair. The punches to her ribs were not very forceful, but enough to get her attention. This was not what was Barbie was looking for, but it suited Helen just fine. She ducked below Barbie, positioning her shoulders before hoisting the Doll across her shoulders in a fireman's carry.

Helen stood upright with Barbie draped across her shoulders before spinning one quick revolution and then dumping Barbie's body forcefully onto her back. Helen then again dropped her shoulder into the Doll's gut and cocked her arm. Barbie's hair had fallen over her face and she could not see, but her entire body tensed up in anticipation while her stomach ached from where Helen was kneeling on it.

After a few seconds, Barbie raised her hand and wiped her hair away from her face. She saw Helen perched on top of her, ready to deliver another series of punches to her ribs, but instead Helen smiled down at Barbie and began to whisper menacingly.

"You have now been warned! After I win the Battle Royale, I'm going to punish whomever is champ!" She stared coldly into the Doll's eyes before slowly pushing herself up off of her and slowly strutting away.

A few other women had stopped what they were doing and gathered to watch the action. Helen's threat was whispered so slightly that it could not be heard by anyone but the Doll, but it was obvious that Helen had successfully made a point. As Barbie lay on her back, she looked around the small group which had gathered, but then they quickly disbursed, leaving Barbie to gingerly push herself up and onto her feet. She walked to the side and sat on the bench for a few minutes before deciding to dress and head home, her psyche more damaged than her body.

That night, Maggie was feeling even lonelier than she had been all week, and decided she needed some company. She had been working hard to stay in shape, but her visit to the gym on this night was not about getting into shape, at least not primarily. She took a shower, dried her hair, and spritzed some perfume on, not your typical preparations prior to leaving FOR the gym, but Magggie was trying to impress someone. She arrived about 45 minutes prior to closing time and was happy to see that the object of her attention was present and accounted for.

Maggie had not seen him in a couple of weeks, but he looked better than ever. She enjoyed flirting with her friend, and he seemed to enjoy it too, even though it had been completely innocent. It was so innocent in fact that they knew little about each other., so little that Maggie didn't even know his name. As usual, most of the crowd slowly filtered out of the gym within the next 30 minutes, so he came over to visit with Maggie as she wound down her Stair Master routine.

The two began to chat and seemed to easily pick up right where they had left off. Maggie did not notice however that Helen and Fire had been working out on the other end of the gym, with Helen paying close attention. After her aerobic work-out in the morning, followed by her attack of Barbie Doll, she had gone back home. But she had returned at night, with Fire, to get in some work with the weights.

Eventually, Maggie Helen and Fire were the last three women left in the gym, and Maggie's friend the only male. But Maggie was still too engulfed in conversation to notice the presence of the brunettes, nor that they were now heading in her direction. As Helen stared Maggie down as she approached,, it was hard for her to miss the silly smile on Maggie's face as she flirted with the younger man. But after pausing a few feet away to assess the situation, Helen walked between them and made her presence known.

"So, you getting ready for me Maggie?" came the first words out of Helen's mouth.

Maggie was jolted from her flirtation by the harsh tone of her words, but finally noticed the scantily clad Helen standing before her with her hands on her hips. Maggie's surprise quickly turned to anger however. How dare Helen disturb her! How dare she taunt her!

"What the heck are you talking about Helen?" she asked, annoyance obvious in her voice.

"After I win the Battle Royale, I'm coming after the crown. And I'm not only going to take it from you, but I'm going to hurt you in the process!" she threatened.

"You better worry about winning the Battle Royale first Helen. And then you better worry about me. I beat you before and I'll beat you again!" Maggie replied in her most defiant voice.

Maggie's face was bright red and the expression on it was one of fury. She had not revealed to her new friend that she was a wrestler, but the secret was now out. To make matters worse, Helen seemed to be interested in not only intimidating her, but also in attracting the attention of her friend as she turned to face him. And judging by his reaction, she had done just that.

Helen had changed before she had come over, well sort of anyway. She was wearing a white warm-up jacket which was unzipped. Beneath the jacket however she wore nothing else, and so her sweaty chest was jutting straight in front of her, leaving little to the imagination. The jacket covered just enough to force him to guess about the size of her nipples, but little else. She also wore a pair of cut off jeans, but most of the jeans were cut off. So how could he not notice!

Helen turned away from Maggie, momentarily ignoring her as she gazed hauntingly into his eyes. She moved so close in fact that that her chest was within an inch or two of his before remarking snidely, "and how is your husband Maggie?" She then tossed her long black hair back seductively before sauntering away with Fire in tow, heading into the locker room.

Maggie's face remained red, but this time more from embarrassment. "It's okay Maggie, I know who you are. I've know for a few weeks now. I know what you do and I know that you are married." he said consolingly. "In fact I watched your last match in person. I didn't want to let you know because I thought it would make you uncomfortable and I really enjoy our chats. But since the cat's out of the bag, I want you to know that I am probably your biggest fan! So I guess that pressure is off now."

Maggie's face was once again blank. She had no idea he knew who she was, but to be honest, she was happy it was out. She just wasn't happy with how it came out, but that was between her and Helen. That bitch! The conversation continued, although not quite as easily as it had started. Helen and Fire left the gym shortly thereafter, leaving the two of them alone. But the mood had been spoiled, so even if Maggie had any intention of pursuing things, Helen had essentially eliminated them.

The next week went by uneventfully, with both Maggie and Barbie Doll avoiding the gym all together. They both felt tremendous animosity towards Helen, but as Saturday arrived, their attentions were focused on each other. John had still not returned from his trip with Hector, and was not sure that he would in time for the match. So Maggie left for the gym on her own.

Barbie Doll was driven by her husband Geoff, who was surprisingly quiet about the whole situation. On the one hand he was excited about his wife wrestling on television, but on the other, he was fearing that someone they knew would find out. He tried to be supportive of his wife, but he wished she had not gotten to this point. Being a good husband however, he kept his trepidation to himself.

Both women arrived at the gym within minutes of each other, and were the only two wrestlers who did not share a locker room on this night. This was Barbie's first appearance in a televised match and so she did not know what to expect. She was surprised at all of the attention paid to her. From the hairdresser to the make-up artist to the girl who waxed her legs, bikini line, armpits and upper lip. Barbie, much like Helen, was a somewhat hirsute woman, but unlike Helen, she was very self conscious about it. She did her best to keep herself shaved, bleached or waxed, but it was a difficult battle. But once all of the cosmetic work was done, her skin was smooth, her hair gorgeous and her face pleasing.

She slipped her suit on, the same royal blue one piece she had worn in her last match against Fire, and then her matching wrist and calf pads. She looked in the mirror and was excited about the way she looked. Not only did she look like a wrestler in her favorite outfit, but she also looked like a lady.

In the next room, Maggie received similar treatment. Since her skin was so fair, it was important to make sure it was treated appropriately. So she received a rub down and had a thin layer of skin cream rubbed onto her entire body. Her short, black hair was styled and then her lips were brightened with a red lipstick and a hint of blue eye shadow to compliment her sparkling brown eyes.

As she returned to her locker room after stepping away for a minute however, she was flattered to find a single, perfect sunflower, just like her previous match. It had a card attached as well, and she read it to herself. "Good Luck Champ." And it was signed, "The Boss". Maggie smiled and giggled to herself, titillated by the gesture.

Both women were now ready to go, and the crowd was ready. The amateur's Battle Royale had worked them into a frenzy, and they were chanting for more. Usually the championship battle would be the last of the evening, but since the winner of the Battle Royale would face the champion, they decided to let the champion be known prior to the start of it. And so Barbie stood at the door and waited to be introduced.

Her palms were sweating, her heart racing as she bopped nervously before the wail of the music rose to a deafening level and the doors flew open to reveal the blinding lights. Barbie took one last deep breath before she heard the announcer scream "BAAAAARBIIEEE DOOOOOLLLL!" and then walked slowly forward. Once she was able to focus her vision, she began to trot down the aisle toward the ring while the crowd cheered kindly. Barbie had been building a decent fan base, but her recent tribulations had caused them to dwindle a bit. But nonetheless, she received a fair welcome.

Next Maggie stood waiting. Again the decibel level of the music rose, the doors flew open and Maggie was free to enter. She still did not know how to deal with the glaring lights, and ran forward blindly, crashing into a barricade and falling to the ground, just as she had done the last time. A few of the fans in the back of the arena saw the fall and began to chuckle, causing Maggie to become flustered. She pushed herself up, trying to be nonchalant, and then continued to jog slowly toward the ring. As she came into site, she received a very warm greeting from the crowd, who were beginning to appreciate her courage.

Maggie was encouraged by the vociferous applause, and quickly forgot about the entry fiasco, instead blowing kisses as she made her way toward her corner. Desiree then called them both toward the center of the ring and gave the instructions as Maggie stared intensely into the Doll's eyes.

Since becoming champion, Maggie's ego had become more inflated each day, and she imagined herself as an intimidating presence. Surprisingly though, it seemed to work on the timid Barbie Doll, who bobbed and weaved nervously, avoiding eye contact with Maggie. Desiree finished the instructions, wished them luck and sent them back to their corners.

Maggie was feeling confident, she had the crowd behind her, and she had her opponent intimidated. As the bell rang, she moved out of her corner more confidently than she had in some time. Barbie moved quickly but cautiously, circling away from Maggie, but keeping her eyes fixated on the champion. Maggie continued to move closer, but each time she got within a few feet, Barbie would dart away.

This went on for almost a full minute before the crowd grew irritable as did Maggie. They began to boo and jeer, so Maggie took it upon herself to force Barbie to wrestle. She charged across the ring, and before Barbie could sneak away, Maggie cut her off and grabbed hold of the Doll's arm.

Barbie tried to resist, but Maggie dragged her toward the center of the ring before pulling her around in a circle, by her arm. Barbie raced around Magie two full revolutions before the champion released her grip and sent Barbie racing toward the ropes.

The Doll bounced off of them and charged back toward Maggie, who was waiting to deliver a clothesline to her smaller opponent. But the agile Barbie Doll was able to swerve her body around Maggie as she ran forward, coming up behind her and then wrapping her arms around Maggie's waist. She placed Maggie in a bear hug, her arms squeezing tightly into Maggie's yielding midsection. Though Barbie squeezed as hard as she could, it was not having the desired effect. At barely 115 lbs., she did not have the strength to constrict Maggie's 160 plus lbs. And though the hold caused Maggie some discomfort, it was not painful for her.

In fact, Maggie simply bent forward and forced Barbie Doll off of her feet as she kept her arms clenched tightly around Maggie. The champ then began to back up while bent forward, slowly inching backward and carrying the Doll on her back. She reached the corner as the Doll tried desperately to tighten her grip, but Maggie then lunged her body back and rammed Barbie into the corner. The Doll's body was now trapped between the turnbuckles and Maggie, as the champ began to slam her weight backward before pulling herself forward and then doing it again.

The diminutive Barbie Doll was taking the brunt of the force as her larger opponent continued to slam her body against her. Finally Maggie stepped forward and out of the corner, leaving Barbie withered in the corner. Maggie turned and faced the Doll before grabbing hold of her wrist and then tossing her across the ring and sending her slamming into the opposite corner. Barbie's head snapped back upon impact and her long hair fell over her eyes as she settled into the corner. But Maggie wasn't far behind, and ran forward toward the unsuspecting Doll before leaping into the air and sending her outstretched body crashing onto the Doll's.

Barbie grunted as the impact of Maggie's 160 lbs. landing against her became a reality. Maggie pressed herself forward for a few mores seconds, further flattening the Doll before pushing herself off of her by the ropes. The crowd was cheering loudly as Maggie again grabbed the Doll, but this time by her long hair, and again whipped her across the ring and back into the opposite corner. Barbie again slammed against the turnbuckles, and before her body could settle, Maggie was again heading her way.

The champion was feeling invincible, so she leaped into the air again, this time spreading her arms wide and extending stretching her body as she soared toward Barbie Doll. But the diminutive Doll was attentive and dropped herself toward the mat, leaving the airborne champion vulnerable. Maggie's eyes widened as she realized what was about to happen, but she could do nothing. Her chest landed against the top turnbuckle with great force, ramming into it as her head dipped upon impact. The rest of her body followed suit and collapsed into the corner as Barbie scampered out of the way below her.

The crowd roared at the humorous site of Maggie's flying body, crashing into the corner. It was not so comical for Maggie however, as her chest throbbed painfully from the collision. But Barbie quickly moved to take advantage of the situation. She came up from behind Maggie and reached forward, grabbing her right wrist and pulling her arm behind her, and then the left. She now had both of Maggie's arms pulled behind her as the champion stood facing the corner.

Barbie then placed her boot up onto the lower part of Maggie's back to increase the leverage on the arm lock. Maggie's shoulder arched backward and she began to grunt as Barbie positioned her boot firmly into Maggie's lower back. But then Barbie pulled back on Maggie's arms with all of her might, and pulled her own foot off of the floor, moving that one alongside the other.

Barbie now had both of her feet planted next to each other on Maggie's lower back as she pulled back on her arms. Maggie's face became distorted from the strain as her shoulder curled backward and her chest jutted in front of her. Barbie continued to grunt and groan as she pulled as hard as she could, stretching Maggie's arms in back of her.

The crowd began to roar at the creative and effective move as Maggie suffered while trying to find an escape. But before Maggie could devise an escape, the Doll had already begun to move on. She slid her feet to the side of Maggie's back, and then the other until they both circled Maggie's waist. She then wrapped one leg over the other and secured them tightly around Maggie's waist. Next she released the hold of Maggie's right arm and raised her own, now free arm towards Maggie's head. She then did the same with her other arm, freeing Maggie's arms, but at the same time getting herself in position for the next hold.

Barbie kept her legs wrapped tightly around Maggie's waist, and thought it was not a painful hold for Maggie, it kept Barbie propped up on Maggie's back. The Doll then raised both of her hands and began to position them in a Sleeper hold on Maggie's head. At first the champion did not know what was going on, but as Barbie began to lock her arms around Maggie's head, she figured it out.

Before Maggie could react however, her face was framed with Barbie's arms, and she was trapped in a Sleeper hold. The crowd noticed what had happened and cheered wildly as Barbie rode on Maggie's back while keeping the Sleeper hold clamped on the champion.

Maggie was not yet weakened, but she knew it was just a matter of time. She tried first to reach over her shoulder to grab hold of the Doll, but that did not work. She then tried to grab behind her waist, but she could not reach Barbie. As the crowd continued to roar, Maggie began to feel herself slowly becoming light headed. Barbie was clamped tightly onto her, both from her arms and legs, and Maggie could not shake her free.

But then Maggie remembered what she had done to Barbie just a few seconds earlier, and decided to try it again. She backed toward the corner with the intention of ramming Barbie into it enough so that she would have to release the hold. Maggie approached the corner, unable to really see where she was going and getting weaker by the second. She kept backing up, but she was stopped in her tracks. Realizing that Barbie's back was now pressed against the turnbuckles, Maggie had gotten herself into position.

Barbie knew it too, and so she tried to tighten her grip as much as she could. It would now be a race to see if Maggie could hold on long enough, while at the same time ramming Barbie against the corner. She moved a few feet out of the corner and then stormed backward, smashing the Doll's back against the turnbuckle. The Doll moaned, but was steadfast in her grip. In fact she even seemed to tighten it a bit.

Maggie's eyes became glassy and her face showed the strain as she again stumbled forward a few feet before charging backward. Barbie's long hair flew wildly about her head and her back began to ache, but she would not let go of the Sleeper hold.

Maggie was getting groggy and knew she did not have many more attempts left. But nonetheless, she again pitched forward a few steps and charged backward, trying to press all of her weight against determined Barbie. But again Barbie ached and moaned, but refused to let go. Maggie dropped to her knees this time and it appeared that she was defeated. If she were off of her feet, she could not force her body backward with any noticeable force.

Barbie loosened her legs so that she did not have to strain herself to keep the pressure on with both her arms and legs, but as soon as the faltering Maggie felt that, she immediately toppled forward with her upper body, launching the Doll over her head. Barbie tried to keep the grip, but her body was moving with too much momentum and she could not hold on. She flipped over Maggie's shoulders and fell to the mat directly in front of Maggie.

The crowd cheered Maggie's counterattack, but the champion was still in a daze. The hold had cut off the flow of oxygen to her brain, and it was going to take some time to regain her senses. Realizing this, Barbie rolled to her side and then pushed herself up onto her feet. She charged over to Maggie and grabbed her wrist, pulling her arm away from her body.

Maggie was too groggy to resist, and so Barbie continued to tug on Maggie's arm, elevating it and pulling at it. Barbie then lifted her leg and stomped the sole of her boot into Maggie's exposed ribs, causing the champion to grunt and droop forward. Maggie had been hit much harder in the past, but the Doll was moving quickly and smartly. She knew she couldn't hurt Maggie with just one or two moves, and so she was trying to string several together.

Still holding Maggie's arm in the air, the Doll then flipped herself so that she twirled Maggie's arm over her shoulder while at the same time spinning her body around. She ended up with her back pressed up against the front of the still kneeling Maggie, and Maggie's arm extended forward across the Doll's shoulder.

Barbie began to twist on Maggie's wrist, but the champion had a free arm, and wrapped it around Barbie's waist, placing her in a one armed bearhug. Magie slid her arm up so that it was placed just below Barbie's ribs, in the soft spot. She then pulled her arm in toward her, squeezing it into Barbie's abdomen.

The Doll meanwhile was still trying to get Maggie in a wrist lock and had just about gotten it in place. Her ribs began to ache, but she was determined. Maggie began to groan, but the pain in her arm only seemed to make her more determined as well. It became a test of wills, both women suffering but refusing to give in. Maggie then came up with an idea however. Even though her trapped arm was in pain, if she were able to somehow break the wrist lock, she could then wrap her free arm around Barbie's body and she would have her!

So Maggie began to squirm and wriggle her body while jostling her trapped arm to attempt to free it. Barbie knew what she was doing, and so she kept Maggie's arm at a safe distance. In fact she was able to apply even more pressure, and Maggie's pained moans were evidence of that. But Maggie then surprised the Doll by releasing the one-armed bearhug. Before Barbie could figure it our however, Maggie sent a forceful, side Karate chop into the Doll's kidney.

Barbie was surprised enough to loosen the wrist lock just enough so that Maggie could force her arm down across the front of Barbie's body, between her breasts. Maggie then quickly positioned her other arm between the Doll's legs, reaching upward and clasping her hands together in the front of the Doll's stomach. She was then able to pull her arms in towards her, condensing Barbie's body in the process. Maggie then gradually pushed herself up, first onto one foot and then the other, while pushing Barbie up with her. Maggie finally got to her feet, pulling her arms so tightly together that Barbie's small breasts were bulging from beneath her suit on either side of Maggie's arm.

The Doll was trapped, caught in a tight clench between Maggie's arms, her body facing forward. Maggie's left arm was wedged between her legs while the champ's right arm was pushing down across her shoulder. Maggie carried Barbie toward the ropes, the crowd cheering as Desiree looked on. Maggie then turned back in towards the ring, lifted Barbie's lower body further up into the air by her crotch, and then slammed her down toward the mat, face first.

Unable to protect herself, Barbie landed hard. Her body coiled into itself, but Maggie wasted no time. She moved so that her feet straddled the Doll's ribs as she looked down at her head. Maggie then reached down and grabbed a hold of the Doll's right wrist, and then her left. She plucked her arms off of the mat, pulling them upward as she placed one foot on top of the Doll's shoulder blade, and then the other. Maggie was now standing on the Doll's back, pulling up on her arms.

The Doll was in agony. Not only was her body being crushed beneath the weight of Maggie standing atop of her, but her arms felt like they were about to be yanked from their sockets. She knew that if Maggie kept this up for more than a few seconds, that she would have to submit. She tried to kick her legs, bending them in toward her body and then kicking them against the mat, but Maggie showed no signs of letting up.

The weight in Barbie's back became unbearable, but luckily Maggie stepped off of her shoulders, helping to ease the pain. But her arms were still being ripped from their sockets, and so she continued to kick her legs in protest. But as Barbie curled both of her legs in toward her back, Maggie lowered herself so that her butt pressed against the front of the Doll's calves as she tried to kick them forward, trapping them.

Barbie's legs were bent at the knee and she was unable to straighten them since Maggie had lowered herself down on top of them. Barbie was terrified, as her legs were in an even more vulnerable position than her arms as Maggie continued to lower herself, bending Barbie's legs painfully back toward her body. Barbie began to scream as her knees began to take the brunt of the strain from her legs being bent back.



Maggie then released the hold of Barbie's arms, dropping them, as well as her entire upper body, back to the mat. But Maggie then grabbed Barbie's feet, which were trapped between her legs, and folded one over the other. She then lowered herself down even further, causing a tremendous amount of pain to the Doll's knee joints. Barbie screamed and slammed her fists against the canvas, about to give up yet again. But Maggie slowly pushed herself up, easing the pressure on the Doll's knees, at least to a bearable level, but still keeping them trapped in a bent position.

Barbie's heart was racing as she knew she was still very vulnerable. Her limbs were in agony and she had no escape as her larger opponent hovered over her, preparing her next move. Maggie felt confident and in control. Barbie had put p a good fight, but Maggie now wanted to end things once and for all. She had put herself in the perfect position to do a number of different moves, but she wanted the most effective and efficient. So as Barbie tried to squirm free beneath her, she decided what to do.

She could go the submission route and simply but Barbie in a Boston Crab or a Camel Clutch, but she did not want to give Barbie the chance to wriggle free. She could simply attempt to roll her onto her back for a pin, but Barbie still had some fight left in her, so that would be risky too. The easiest way to end the match would be to take the fight out of Barbie all together, and the best way to do that would be to take her legs out.

Barbie was growing more concerned with each passing second on the part of Maggie. She kept trying to free her legs, but Maggie had them trapped. She began to hope for Maggie to do something/anything so she could at least try to get free, and her wish was about to be granted.

Maggie took a deep breath, grabbed hold of Barbie's boots and again folded one leg on top of the other. She then took a deep breath and dropped her entire body downward. Her butt landed on top of Barbie's calves, forcing her legs to bend all the back and onto her own backside. Barbie screamed in torment as the pressure on her knees was completely unbearable. They were bent to the point where they would not be able to hold together any longer.

Maggie realized this, and not wanting to injure Barbie, she quickly pushed herself up off of the beleaguered Doll. But the damage had been done, and as Maggie stepped over Barbie's back, the cute wrestler curled her aching knees into her body and moaned in pain. Maggie then took a short break to allow Barbie to comfort herself, but then grabbed hold of her ankles and folded them up toward her head.

Barbie's shoulders were now pinned to the mat as Maggie pressed her weight down onto the back of Barbie's legs, which were facing up toward the ceiling. Desiree dove down onto the mat, checked the Doll's shoulders and then proceeded to count her out. The crowd roared as Maggie jumped to her feet and raised her arms over her head in celebration.



The crowd joined in, though not quite as enthusiastically as Maggie had anticipated. It was a good win for her, but the crowd had hoped for more. N9nethel;ess, Maggie had now defended her title for the second time, and it was now time to sit back and watch the eight other wrestlers beat each other up for the right to be her next opponent. If Maggie's ego were not inflated prior to this spectacle, it was sure to be afterward. After prancing around the ring for a minute or so, she made her way out of the ring and back to her locker room.

Barbie meanwhile remained on the mat with her legs curled in toward her body. She felt as if her knees were like a stretched piece of rubber, the elasticity gone forever form her joints. She eventually was helped to her feet as Geoff looked on from the third row. He shook his head quietly as he watched his wife being helped to the locker room.

As Maggie walked into her locker room, a big smile crossed her face. As before, the room was filled with sunflowers, and a card which congratulated her, signed by "The Boss". Maggie smelled one of the larger flowers before taking a seat at the dressing table. To her surprise however, there was a bottle for Champagne in a bucket of ice in front of her, with two champagne glasses. She wondered about that, but didn't give it much more thought.

For the first time in as long as she could remember, she was not in pain after a match. Her arms were sore and her body ached a bit, but it was all very bearable. She felt so good in fact, that she wanted to celebrate. But John was unable to make it back from his trip, and so she had no one to celebrate with.

She sat in the chair daydreaming, when she saw someone walk quickly be the hallway. He looked surprisingly similar to her friend from the gym, and so Maggie got up and followed him. As she got the end of the corridor, she saw him taking a drink from the water fountain. IT WAS HIM! Maggie waited for him to finish, and then confronted him.

"What are you doing here? I thought they didn't let anyone back here, not even husbands?" she asked in a friendly though pointed manner.

He was obviously uncomfortable being discovered, but did his best to remain calm.

"Well one of the big wheels is a friend of mine, so he invited me." he answered, though very unconvincingly.

Maggie looked him over suspiciously, but then smiled widely. "Why don't you come back to my dressing room, we can talk there." she offered.

He seemed reluctant, but accepted her offer. As they reached the room, Maggie asked if he could open the champagne, and have a drink with her to celebrate. He obliged, and popped the cork before filling the two glasses. They chatted for about 20 minutes, and Maggie had finished most of the bottle by herself in that time.

By now the Battle Royale had already begun, and so the roars of the crowd could be heard outside the closed door of Maggie's locker room. But Maggie was smitten and her thoughts were focused solely on her gentleman friend who was sitting on the couch. Maggie got up from her chair and walked over toward him, her body glistening from her own perspiration as she sat down next to him.

"You know, I don't even know your name?" she mentioned to him in her most seductive voice. Maggie was now feeling a bit tipsy from the champagne, and she slid closer to her friend upon asking the question.

"It's Matt." he answered, apparently not at all uneasy with Maggie's advances.

"I love that name.... Matt" Maggie replied. "So did you see my match?" she asked suggestively.

"Yes I did. You were really great1" he replied enthusiastically.

Maggie turned her head to indicate shyness, flattered by his remark. She was feeling very attracted to Matt, and began to feel urges she had not felt for another man since she had been married to John. The combination of her loneliness and the champagne suddenly took over, and before she knew what hit her, Maggie was leaning over and initiating a kiss with Matt. She pressed her salty lips against his, easing them together for a few seconds before she opened her mouth and slowly slid her tongue into his half open mouth.

Matt did not resist, though he also did not initiate anything. He was letting Maggie call the shots, and she was none to happy to do it. She slid her body closer to his, keeping her lips locked onto his in the process. She pressed her chest against his, the feeling of his firm muscles against her breasts causing a chill to run down her spine. Maggie's arms fell limply at her sides as she continued to bow forward, crowding her body against his. Finally, after more than a minute, she pulled back, but then leaned forward again, giving him one more quick kiss before backing away completely.

Maggie's eyes were looked as if she were drowsy, in a half open state. She was obviously deeply affected by the kiss, and her whole body tingled as she licked her wet lips subconsciously, not realizing she was doing it . She sat on the couch, her arms dangling at her sides as she swayed slightly, almost as if in a trance.

Matt seemed affected as well, but he simply smiled sweetly before getting to his feet. Maggie looked up at him, almost as if she had reached some unspoken understanding. They knew it could go no further, but Maggie wished it could. She smiled back at him as he reached down, kissed her hand and then turned and walked out of her dressing room. He left the door ajar as he walked away.

Maggie got up off of the couch and slowly walked to the door to close it behind her. But as she was about to push it closed, she noticed one of the assistants running up to Matt. She strained to listen to what was being said, but she was able to barely hear it.

"Boss, camera 1 is down, what do you want to do?"

Maggie's heart sank as she realized who Matt was. He was the new owner of the POWA, and she had just made a pass at him!