As she sat nervously waiting in the reception area, Maggie thought back to her earlier conversation with her old friend Jo. Maggie had met Jo a few years back, when Jo had latched onto the POWA, and the two got along well. Though Jo was in her late 40's when the two first met, Maggie could tell that she must have been a great wrestler in her younger days. But even though Jo still possessed the knowledge and technical skills, her advanced age showed whenever she stepped into the ring.
But Maggie learned a great deal from her friend, and was very thankful for it. Jo took Maggie under her wing, helping her to learn a great deal, not only about wrestling, but also about herself. Jo had done it all in women's pro wrestling, so when Maggie became desperate to continue her wrestling career upon the demise of the POWA, she called upon Jo for advice.
Maggie considered herself to be a good wrestler, with a decent track record. But once the POWA folded up, she could not latch on with another wrestling organization. She had called them all, or at least most of them, looking for the opportunity to get back in the ring, but none had returned her calls. So in desperation, she asked for old friend for some advice.
Jo told Maggie about the WWUSA, Women's Wrestling USA, and suggested she try them as a last resort. Maggie knew the WWUSA well, but had been reluctant to place a call. They were one of, if not THE premier women's wrestling leagues in the country, with some of the best wrestlers in the world on their roster, and Maggie was intimidated by that reputation.
But Jo told her to stay confident, assuring her that she was a good wrestler. "Besides", Jo said, "if you really want to keep wrestling, they may be your only option."
Maggie pushed Jo for information, and was told that they were a first class organization with great wrestling talent. The business side was very well run, the wrestler's accommodations were all first class and the talent was top notch. "If you really want to wrestle against the best, than that is the league you need to pursue", Jo told her. Maggie was nervous, but knew that Jo's advice made sense.
"The only down side", Jo warned, "is Jake."
Jake was the guy who ran the league. Though he had no ownership in the organization, he nonetheless ran the business. He was a shrewd businessman who was very adept at soliciting investors to back the league. "But", Jo warned, "he is crude and downright nasty".
Maggie thanked her friend, and the next day, placed her first call to Jake. After a few days had passed with no return call, Maggie tried again, and then a third time, but still she got no response. Finally, she decided to take matters into her own hands and go down to the league's offices. Arriving there, she told the receptionist that she had an appointment to see Jake. When the receptionist told her that she didn't show an appointment, Maggie persisted.
"There must be some mistake because Jake told me to be here at 9:00 AM today".
The receptionist checked with Jake, and much to Maggie's surprise, was told to take a seat and that Jake would be with her shortly. So as Maggie sat waiting nervously, she recalled all of the things her friend had told her. After 20 minutes or so had passed, Maggie was finally called into his office. As she opened the door and walked in, Jake did not even lift his head, motioning for her to take a seat. He continued with his work for another couple of minutes before finally lifting his head to take a look at her. Jo's warning rang true with the first words out of his mouth.
"Jesus, how old are you anyway?", he asked, causing Maggie to raise her eyebrows at his rudeness.
"What does that matter?" she replied defiantly.
He did not answer, instead directing his eyes back down toward his desk. After another minute passed, he lifted his head again, addressing her for a second time.
"In a minute we'll be joined by our newest investor. I think he knows you too, so sit there until he comes in."
Maggie didn't say a word, but a few seconds later, the door opened and in he came. Maggie felt her heart sink into her stomach when she saw who it was. It was Matt, the former owner of the POWA. Maggie had developed a crush on Matt form the moment she first met him. He was gorgeous, smart and funny, in addition to rich, and seeing him again brought back all of those memories.
Maggie remembered how she threw herself at him, even though she was happily married at the time. And she remembered how Matt had flirted back with her as well. But Maggie also remembered how, on the day she had decided to let her feelings for him be known, he instead had slept with Helen, breaking her heart.
Maggie couldn't blame him, after all, she was a married woman at the time. But now, a couple of years later, Maggie was separated from her husband of 22 years. She and John, well actually John, had decided to separate several months ago. And though broken hearted at first, Maggie had finally come to grips with the situation. So seeing Matt was an epiphany, and her heart raced as he walked over and gave Maggie a kiss on the cheek.
"It's great to see you again Maggie. How are you?"
"I'm fine Matt, but what are you doing here?"
The conversation was harshly interrupted by Jake, who intervened.
"I hate to break up the reunion, but I'm a busy man. As I explained earlier, Matt is our newest investor. When I told him that you were waiting to see me, he asked if he could join us. But enough of the bullshit, let's get down to business. I guess you are here looking for a job, right?"
Maggie paused, shocked by Jake's abrupt tone.
"Yes, I want to get back in the ring."
"Well, you know Maggie, you're old enough be the mother of some of our wrestlers. Besides, you don't look like you're in shape to wrestle in our league anyway."
Maggie was mortified, not knowing what to say. But luckily for her, Matt interceded.
"She may be a few years older than some of the other girls, but she can wrestle." Matt declared in Maggie's defense.
"Yeah, right, whatever you say." Jake mumbled.
He then paused, staring Maggie up and down, making her very uncomfortable.
"Lift up your shirt.". he then blurted out at Maggie.
"Excuse me?", she answered angrily.
"What are you deaf. Lift up your shirt!"
"I will not!" declared Maggie. "What has that got to do with my ability to wrestle?"
"It's got nothing to do with your ability to wrestle. I want to see how big your chest is!", he replied.
Maggie was stunned yet again, and sat staring back at him with a blank expression on her face. Matt sat uncomfortably, listening to the conversation, but not interceding. Finally however, Maggie stood up and confronted Jake.
"Listen here Jake, I've been a wrestler for a long time and my skills speak for themselves. I want desperately to wrestle for the WWUSA, but I'm not going to degrade myself to do it!"
Just then the door to the office opened and a young man walked in, calling Matt and Jake to the side, whispering to them. They conversed quietly, Maggie unable to hear what they were saying, but noting how animated the conversation grew. Jake was shaking his head angrily while Matt seemed to be trying to argue against him. Finally, the third man left the room and Matt and Jake returned to their seats.
"Okay listen Maggie, I don't think you have what it takes to wrestle in the WWUSA. I've seen some tapes of your matches and to be honest, I wasn't impressed. You're too old, too out of shape and don't have enough talent. But Matt here disagrees. So out of respect for him, here's what I'm going to do. Tonight was have a tune-up for some of our elite wrestlers to prepare them for the Pay Per View show next weekend. I just found out that one of the contract wrestlers backed out of the show, so I have an open spot. I'm willing to let you fill that spot, but you've got be ready to wrestle in 6 hours."
Maggie was ecstatic, and jumped at the chance.
"Oh yes, thank you, I'll be ready!"
"Don't get too excited though, this is just a one time thing.", Jake replied.
"That's fine. But I'm going to prove you wrong tonight. Who will I be wrestling?", Maggie asked.
"Don't worry about that. Just be back here in 5 hours, and be ready to wrestle! And don't expect anything else, understand?", he asked pointedly.
"I understand. But if I win tonight, will you give me a chance at a permanent spot on your roster?"
Jake laughed out loud, turning to Matt while he did so. Matt couldn't help but snicker either, but tried to hide his reaction.
"Oh don't worry, you'll have no chance of winning.", Jake replied.
"Maybe not, but if I do, will you give me a shot at a permanent spot?" she asked again.
"I'll tell you what. If you can put up a fight and not embarrass yourself, I'll think about letting you audition as a contract wrestler. But you ain't gonna win, I assure you of that.", Jake told her.
Maggie stood up and nodded her head, sticking her hand out. Jake smirked before shaking her hand and directing her to the door.
"You won't be sorry Jake. I'll give your girl a good fight tonight, you'll see.", Maggie said as she opened the door to this office.
Matt walked with her as they stepped out into the reception area together. Maggie was smiling widely, elated at the chance to get back into the ring. She then turned to Matt, and asked if she could speak to him alone. He nodded his head and told her that they could go into the locker room down the hall. They walked the short distance, Maggie turning to him as they walked.
"I'm sorry about what happened to the POWA Matt. Actually, what did happen to the POWA? I mean one day it was just gone with no warning." She asked innocently.
Matt looked her in the eye with a guilty expression on his face before he answered.
"I'm sorry about that Maggie. It sounded like such a great idea when I started it. But I didn't know anything about running a wrestling league, and when we started to lose money, I didn't know what to do. My internet company was losing money, and after awhile, I couldn't afford to keep the league going. I was too embarrassed to tell anyone, so I just shut it down, too ashamed to face any of you."
Maggie listened sympathetically. "It's okay Matt. It was great while it lasted, but all good things must come to an end. I guess the biggest disappointment was that I never got the chance to say goodbye."
Matt smiled as they walked into the locker room, closing the door behind them. Maggie stepped forward, but as Matt walked in, she put her back to the door before turning to face him. Matt stood before her, continuing the conversation.
"I'm sorry about Jake Maggie, he can be a real ass! But he does know how to run a successful league, so there's really nothing I can do."
Maggie smiled back sweetly. "Don't worry about him Matt. I was warned what he was like. Anyway, I almost expected him to ask me to take my shirt off. If he was more of a gentleman, like you, I might have even done it."
Maggie then reached back behind her and locked the door to the room before slowing grabbing the bottom of her bulky, brown sweater and pulling it up over her head. Slipping it off, she then tossed it aside, standing there in her bra as Matt smiled back at her.
"I'm glad we didn't say goodbye to each other Maggie.", he whispered as she moved closer, kissing him on the cheek.
Maggie pulled back, her face within inches of hers as she stared into his eyes. She then leaned forward once again, pressing her lips to his as she opened her mouth and gently prod her tongue forward, piercing his lips. Matt followed suit, and the two became locked in a passionate kiss. Though Maggie had been the aggressor initially, Matt took over, unbuttoning his shirt as they continued to kiss. He tossed it aside as Maggie then reached back and unhooked her bra, allowing it to fall over her shoulders and to the floor.
They kissed again, this time embracing amorously as their breathing grew heavy. Unlocking their lips, each then quickly slid their pants off, standing before each other with only their undergarments on. Matt then pulled his underpants down, taking the lead as Maggie soon followed suit. As he moved forward, wrapping his arms around her waist, Maggie draped hers around his neck before jumping up and wrapping her legs around his waist. They locked lips again before Matt slowly lowered himself down onto his knees, gently placing her back against the floor. With Matt kneeling on the floor, he spread her legs, hoisting them up onto his shoulders as he moved closer, his erect penis pointed at Maggie's womanhood. Reaching into his pants, he pulled out a condom, opened it hastily and slid it over his elongated penis. Maggie breathed heavily as she looked up at him, watching in ecstasy as he crawled in between her legs.
Matt spread them apart before hoisting them up and onto his shoulders. He then moved even closer before nimbly slipping his hardened organ between Maggie's legs. Maggie groaned softly, her head rolling to the side as she felt him enter her body. He began to thrust his hips lowly at first, building momentum as Maggie legs spread further apart.
The pace quickened, Maggie's body being jostled up and down, much to her delight. Her moans grew louder as she stretched her arms up over her head, looking for something to grab hold of. She closed her eyes, her body tingling with a sensation she had never felt before. Her hands flailed overhead for a few seconds until she felt the pole, which supported one of the rows of benches. Grabbing it with both hands, she held on tightly, her large chest bouncing back and forth with each thrusting motion.
Matt continued to lunge forward, driving himself deeper and deeper into Maggie, who's head now rolled from side to side as she moaned progressively louder, indifferent to who might hear her. They continued the lovemaking for another 10 minutes, Matt masterfully hitting all of Maggie's erogenous zones. Finally, Maggie's moans became more animated, and her entire body began to quiver. She couldn't help herself, beginning to feel a sensation she had never felt before during lovemaking.
Finally, with her thighs bucking back and forth, her hands squeezed tightly around the steel pole, she began to shout in ecstasy. Matt followed suit as the two reached orgasm within seconds of each other. Maggie pulled one hand off of the pole and placed it on her forehead, exhilarated like she had never been before.
She didn't know what to do with herself, never having reached climax during sex. In 22 years of marriage to John, he had never been able to bring her to orgasm during sex. Sure, she had had orgasms before, but never during a lovemaking session. Her body seemed to float in the air as Matt gradually slowed his thrusts before gingerly pulling himself from her loins.
Maggie was left breathless, gasping for air as she closed her eyes, bewildered by the experience. Matt knelt upright below her, staring down at her sweaty body, her chest heaving from the heavy breathing. With one arm still over her head, clutching the pole, Maggie finally opened her eyes, gazing up at Matt lovingly as she slowly caught her breath. Her look said it all, and Matt smiled back sweetly, satisfied with his work.
Finally Matt reached forward, placing his two hands out toward her. Maggie grabbed hold as she pulled her up, the two exchanging a romantic kiss before Matt got to his feet and walked into one of the stalls, carrying his clothes. Maggie remained seated, unable to get up. It was perhaps the most rousing sexual experience of her life, and she wanted to savor it for as long as she could. But just a couple of minutes later, Matt emerged from the stall, fully clothed, taking a seat on the bench next to her.
Maggie wanted to say something, anything to him, but she was speechless. She didn't want to ruin the moment by saying something stupid, so she just stared at him with her pretty brown eyes. Finally, Matt reached his hand out to her.
"You had better get up Maggie. I don't want anyone to walk in on us."
Maggie smiled, nodding her head as she gave him her hand, allowing him to help her up. She gather her clothes, which were scattered over the locker room, before walking up in front of him and giving him one last kiss before disappearing into one of the stalls.
She emerged a few minutes later, and the two sat next to each other, holding hands. Finally, Maggie stared into his eyes, moving closer to whisper in his ear. With her sweetest voice, she whispered the words Thank You to him. Matt gave her a kiss on the cheek, and the two sat quietly for a few more seconds. Finally, Maggie decided to change the subject before any more was said.
"So, who am I wrestling against tonight?"
Matt turned and glared at her, surprised by the question.
"I can't tell you Maggie, but all I can say is that she is one of the best wrestlers in the WWUSA."
Maggie didn't seem concerned, still glowing from the session of lovemaking. But Matt tried to tone down the warning, offering her encouragement.
"But you are a pretty tough lady yourself. And I'll be there at ringside to cheer you on."
Maggie smiled before getting to her feet.
"I guess I had better get home and get ready for tonight then.", she said.
Matt followed suit, walking her to the door. They exchanged one last kiss before Matt unlocked the door and the two walked out of the room together. Reaching the reception area, Matt stopped and turned to face her one last time.
"Good luck tonight Maggie.", he said, before turning and walking away.
Maggie seemed to float home, still euphoric over what had happened. She began to think about John, but rather than feeling guilty, she almost felt vindicated. After all, it was John's idea that they separate, and Maggie was convinced that John was sleeping with Marisol. So despite the fact that she had never slept with another man but John in her entire life, she felt no remorse.
Arriving home, she took a shower, got dressed, and then laid down for a while to rest before her match. The time flew by, and as her thoughts shifted form Matt to her impending match, her adrenaline started to flow. She had no idea who she would be facing, though she knew it would be someone good. But Maggie had been waiting to get back in the ring for along, long time, and she wasn't about to let her opponent psyche her out.
Maggie arrived at the arena and walked into the dressing room before slipping into her familiar red, white and blue bikini. It had been too long since she last wore it, and it felt good to be dressing in it once again. She then slipped on her red and white boots, leaning forward to lace them up. She stretched and prepared herself mentally until finally the time came for her to enter the arena.
She wasn't sure how she would be introduced, so as one of the attendants walked her toward the entrance, she asked what was about to happen. It was then that she realized how much her wrestling career had changed.
"You're just a contract wrestler, you don't get an introduction. I'll walk you down to the ring, you'll climb in and wait for your opponent to make her entrance. After she's been introduced, you'll be announced as her opponent, and then the match will start."
Maggie was a little surprised, though she did not complain. Her days of being a marquee wrestler were over, at least for now, and she would have to settle for being an unknown once again. Walking toward the ring, the small crowd did not even notice her. She reached ringside, slipped beneath the ropes and stood in her corner, still unnoticed by the crowd.
Finally, the lights dimmed, the music boomed, and Maggie began to feel her adrenaline flowing once again as the announcer's voice blared over the speakers.
"Ladies and gentlemen. Introducing the bad girl of the WWUSA, standing 6 feet 3 inches tall and weighing a powerful 275 pounds. She's big…. She's mean ….. She's …. DA BOMB!"
Maggie listened, but it took a few seconds for it all to sink in. She had heard of Da Bomb, had seen her pictures. She was a mountain of a woman, and as mean as a rattlesnake. And she was a national celebrity. Maggie watched sheepishly as the spotlights whirled around the room, her mammoth opponent storming toward the ring.
Standing back in her corner, Maggie stared in disbelief as Da Bomb climbed through the ropes and stood across the ring from her. Not a petite woman herself, Maggie was unprepared for the awesome size of her adversary. She stared in disbelief as the crowd booed and jeered the bad girl of the WWUSA. Finally, with the crowd quieting, the announcer spoke once again.
"And her opponent tonight ….. Maggie"
That was it, short, simple and no descriptive, no more than was necessary. The introduction assured that nothing would be taken away from the featured wrestler. That was the introduction for a contract wrestler, and that was exactly what Maggie was. She stepped forward and lifted her right arm, but received virtually no reaction from the crowd, who's attention was focused solely on the mountainous woman standing across the ring. Maggie could not blame them either, as she too was still awestruck at her opponent.
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