As she stared across the ring, Maggie began to realize the severity of her task. Standing a full nine inches taller and weighing almost 100 pounds more than Maggie, Da Bomb was truly a physical specimen. Maggie quickly recognized why Jake had assured her that she would not win the match. Maggie had never seen a woman as physically imposing as Da Bomb, never mind stepped in the ring against her.
Dressed in a black, tank bodysuit, Da Bomb glared across the ring at Maggie, sneering angrily. Maggie tried not to react, but her entire body was shivering from the thought of facing this enormous woman. The seconds before the match got underway seemed like hours, but once the bell rang, Maggie's stomach churned, her pores opening to release her nervous perspiration.
She quickly searched around at ringside for any sign of Matt and some encouragement, but though she spotted Jake, who was smirking up at her, she could not find Matt. She took one more desperate look around before finally turning her attention back toward the center of the ring, where Da Bomb was already moving toward her.
Maggie knew that the only way she could survive was to stay away form the giantess, so she began to skip around the ring, moving away from her stalker. The small crowd grew impatient after a brief period, as did Da Bomb, who quickly used her size to cut down the size of the ring, and thus, Maggie's escape. She rushed forward, but Maggie was able to scoot beneath her outstretched arms and skip away, prompting a round of boos from the crowd. Da Bomb again began to move closer, this time making her intentions known to Maggie.
"You can't run all day. Sooner or later I'm gonna catch ya!"
Maggie knew that she was right, but still continued to dance away, trying to formulate a strategy. As she danced toward the side ropes, Da Bomb moved in, again reaching to grab hold of her. Maggie sidestepped the attempt, but this time, Da Bomb was able to snatch a hold of her wrist as she was trying to run. Reeling her in like a fish, Da Bomb finally grabbed hold of Maggie, bringing her nightmare to reality.
Maggie tried to squirm free, but the large woman's grasp was too tight, and before she knew what happened, Da Bomb had wrapped both of her burly arms around Maggie's waist. The two soon became one as Da Bomb squeezed Maggie in a ferocious bearhug. Maggie's back arched from the pressure and she felt herself being lifted off of her feet. But before Da Bomb could lift her completely, Maggie stomped the heel of her boot down forcefully into the front of Da Bomb's foot.
The attack was just what Maggie needed as Da Bomb loosened her grip and grunted in pain, releasing her hold on the smaller brunette. Maggie reacted quickly to the opportunity, lunging her head upward so that the top of it struck the underside of Da Bomb's chin. The blow was again powerful, having an even more emphatic effect than the foot stomp and leaving Da Bomb dazed and hunched forward. Maggie then rushed up behind her, backing several feet away before finally leaping forward and landing an adept dropkick into the large grappler's butt. The blow knocked Da Bomb to the mat, which was not an easy task. But Maggie knew there was no time to celebrate, and quickly jumped down onto her back, driving her knee into the spine of the fallen Bomb, who again grunted in pain.
Maggie turned, still pressing her weight down onto her opponent before reaching forward and grabbing hold of one of her legs. Pulling it back toward her, Maggie began to twist it, holding on tightly to Da Bomb's ankle with both hands. With the powerful leg now under her control, Maggie decided to go for the finisher, hoping to snap a figure four leg lock onto her, thereby rendering her defenseless.
But the decision was a costly one, and as soon as Maggie reached forward for the other ankle, Da Bomb pulled her trapped free, Maggie unable to corral it with only one hand. With both legs now freed, Da Bomb rolled onto her side, tossing Maggie off of her back easily. Maggie fell to the side, quickly rolling away and getting to her feet as Da Bomb did the same, though not quite as quickly.
With both women now on their feet again, Da Bomb glared into Maggie's eyes with an angry expression. Maggie repeated her dance, skipping away from the pursuit, though crouched forward and ready for action. The fans had begun to cheer her efforts, but now that she was again avoiding a clash, the boos resumed once more. Maggie paid them little mind however, her survival instincts taking over. Dancing to the far side of the ring, she skipped nervously as Da Bomb again stalked her.
"You gonna dance, are you gonna fight?", Da Bomb asked pointedly as she stood with her hands on her hips.
Maggie ignored the question, but as Da Bomb charged forward, Maggie lowered her head and rushed forward, driving her shoulder beneath the amazon's outstretched arms and into her abdomen. Pushing forward with all of the power in her legs, Maggie was nonetheless unable to move her, allowing Da Bomb to raise her arms and deliver a potent blow down onto her back.
Maggie dropped to one knee, her back aching as Da Bomb grabbed a handful of Maggie's and snatched her onto both feet. Pulling Maggie alongside her like a ragdoll, Da Bomb tossed her into the corner before whipping her across the ring. Maggie charged forward, racing toward the opposite corner seemingly faster than her feet could carry her. Her back then smacked against the turnbuckles, splattering her into the corner with her head and arms flailing back over the top rope.
Da Bomb paused for a moment, but then raced forward, ready to deliver a debilitating splash onto Maggie's sprawled body. But as she charged forward, Maggie was able to drop to the side, forcing Da Bomb to collide rudely into the corner, missing her target. The crowd again begin to cheer Maggie's efforts as Da Bomb hung from the ropes, her face dipping into the corner.
Maggie rolled away and got to her feet once again, backing up before delivering another dropkick, this time into the small of Da Bomb's back. The large wrestler's head lifted up from the corner as she jiggled from the force of the blow, Maggie dropping to the mat upon delivery of the kick. With Da Bomb still quivering from the attack, Maggie again got to her feet and rushed up behind her, grabbing hold of Da Bomb's wrist and pulling her out of the corner.
Maggie then positioned herself alongside Da Bomb, grabbing her bloated wrist with both hands before trying to whip her body across the ring. But as she tried to propel the amazon's body forward, Da Bomb planted her feet and stood her ground. Despite using all of her strength, Maggie was unable to move the large woman, and her momentum caused her to stumble awkwardly alongside her.
Then, in a painful twist, Da Bomb grabbed hold of Maggie's wrist and whipped her toward the corner. Maggie seemed to spring through the air before, once again, her back exploded into the corner, her shoulders smashing into the top turnbuckle as her head snapped back alarmingly, her arms again flailing outside of the ring.
With her head spinning and unable to formulate a clear thought or view a lucid image, perhaps not a bad thing since she was unable to witness the sight of 275 pounds rushing at her. Unable to escape as before, Maggie disappeared behind the spread-eagle body of Da Bomb, who stretched herself out as she delivered an impressive, all-encompassing splash onto Maggie.
The blow was devastating to Maggie, who seemed to become buried into the ropes; only her flagging arms visible from behind the mass of woman. Da Bomb slowly backed away after impact, leaving Maggie heaving, her large chest lurching up and down as she hung off of the ropes, her head sagging in front of her.
Her expression was vacant, and she seemed to have lost any remaining strength. As proof, her arms, which strained to hold her body upright against the ropes, gave out, forcing her body to fade. She dropped to the mat, sitting upright in the corner as her arms fell limply to her sides.
But Da Bomb wasn't done with her yet, not by a long shot. Storming back to the corner, she grabbed Maggie by the ankles and dragged her back to the middle of the ring, her arms trailing along overhead. Reaching the center of the ring, Da Bomb then pulled up on Maggie's legs, grabbing hold of them from her thighs. With Maggie now upended, the tips of her shoulders still touching the mat, Da Bomb began to hurl her in a circle, spinning her around by the legs.
Maggie soared in orbit around her larger foe, her body becoming perpendicular to the canvas by the second revolution. Da Bomb expended little effort to whirl Maggie's upended body through the air, completing a full five rotations before letting go, sending Maggie sailing across the ring before crashing awkwardly near the corner. Dizzied, disoriented and aching, she rolled onto her side, breathing deeply as she winced, trying to eliminate the triple vision she now possessed.
But the end was not yet in sight as Da Bomb quickly moved in, snatching her off the mat by the hair. Wrapping one arm over Maggie's shoulder and stuffing the other between her legs, she then, with an easy, almost effortless motion, scooping Maggie into the air. Maggie's legs soared upright as her arms hung down limply, Da Bomb stomping toward the middle of the ring. Reaching her destination, Da Bomb then paused for effect before slamming Maggie's body toward the canvas and diving directly on top of it.
The vibration from the landing seemed to reverberate throughout the arena as Maggie's arms and legs extended in different directions. The rest of her body was completely covered by Da Bomb's, crushing her to the mat. She remained on top of Maggie for a few seconds, enjoying the effects of the power bomb, before slowly pushing herself up. But as she got to her feet, she reached down and grabbed a handful of Maggie's short black hair, ripping the beleaguered wrestler onto her feet yet again.
Maggie was out of it, her body limp as her shoulders slumped, her arms dangling in front of her as she got to her feet. But Da Bomb pulled her up even further until Maggie's body was completely vertical. Da Bomb then raised her right arm in the air, still clenching a handful of hair from the back of Maggie's head with her left.
In an unusual maneuver, she then stuffed Maggie's face into her right armpit before lowering her right arm, trapping Maggie's head beneath it. Maggie's back arched from the awkward position, her face buried in the wet, mass of skin of Da Bomb's underarm. She could feel the wetness and smell the perspiration for a second, but was then unable to breathe any further, her nose and mouth pressed tightly up against the slick, malleable skin. Da Bomb again paused, smiling widely out into the crowd.
"ARE YOU READY FOR DA BOMB!?!?!", she shouted out into the crowd, who began to cheer .
It was her signature move, and though the crowd despised the villainous wrestler, her devastating finisher was a fan favorite. With Maggie still stuck beneath her arm, Da Bomb jumped up and forward, forcing Maggie to topple over onto her back. As the two descended, Da Bomb drove her arm down into the canvas, mashing the back of Maggie's head against it, while her face became buried even deeper into her armpit.
Maggie's legs bounced several times as she fell onto her back, her body once again smashed into the canvas. Da Bomb slowly pushed herself up onto all fours, though Maggie did not move, her body still languished on the mat. Da Bomb then leaned forward, pressing her hands down onto Maggie's shoulder for the pin as the referee quickly counted Maggie out.
The crowd cheered, satisfied with the athletic finisher from the large woman. Though Maggie had almost won them over, it was clear that the fans now appreciated the athleticism and superiority of her opponent over her own earlier heroic effort.
Da Bomb got to her feet and stood ominously over Maggie, sneering down at her seemingly lifeless opponent. Maggie remained flat on her back, still in shock over what had just been done to her. She felt as if her head had become one with the mat, and though not badly hurt, she felt completely flattened. After Da Bomb exited the ring, Maggie finally found the strength to slowly push herself up onto one knee. Pausing to shake her head in order to clear the cobwebs, she then got to her feet, the crowd not paying any attention to her at this point. Maggie then hobbled to the corner, before gradually climbing out of the ring and making her way back to the locker room, unnoticed.
Reaching the locker room, she took a seat and remained that way for several minutes, burying her face in her hands. Her head was still ringing, the smell of body odor permanently implanted in her nose, leaving her felling nauseous. She now knew what Jake had been talking about earlier in the day when he said that she had no chance to win. Da Bomb was just too big, too strong, and despite her best efforts, she did not put up much of a fight. Assuming that any chance of landing a job with the WWUSA was done with, she got to her feet and again stood quietly for a few moments, still trying to get her bearings back.
Just then however, Jake walked in. Maggie bowed her head, waiting to hear "I told you so". But Jake surprised her.
"I have to say Maggie, you did much better than I gave you credit for."
Maggie lifted her head and stared at him with her pretty, though deflated brown eyes.
"I gave it my best Jake, but she was just too big for me."
Jake looked back at her, showing little sympathy, but continuing with his speech.
"You never had a chance Maggie. But I have to admit that you did something most of our wrestlers have been unable to do. You got that big, fat heap of woman off of her feet. I can't remember the last time someone was able to knock her over, so I have to give you credit for that."
Maggie tried to smile, but her expression did not change. Despite his encouraging words, she still felt completely deflated. But Matt wasn't done yet.
"I'll tell you what. You don't have the talent nor the body to be a regular, but I'm willing to give you another shot as a contract wrestler when we have an opening. It won't be a spot on the roster, but I might have some work for you from time to time."
Maggie was stunned, and stared blankly at him for several seconds before his words sunk in. When they did, a huge smile stretched across her lips. No, it wouldn't be a spot on the roster, but she would get the chance to wrestle again, and that was more than she could have hoped for. Elated, she lunged forward, trying to wrap her arms around Jake and give him a hug. He backed up and pushed her away however, not wanting her sweaty body to wet his clothes.
"That's not necessary Maggie. Just stay by the phone and I'll give you a call when we have some work for you."
"Thank you Jake! Thank you so much!", she exclaimed, still smiling widely.
Jake then moved closer, pointing his finger forward before pushing it into the soft skin on Maggie's belly.
"And you might want to work on THIS.", he suggested, pushing his finger deeply into Maggie's paunch, "Especially if you're gonna keep wearing that outfit!"
Maggie ignored the crude remark as Jake then turned and walked toward the door. Before he could escape however, Maggie had one last question.
"Jake?", she asked, "Have you seen Matt?"
Jake turned back over his shoulder and replied, "Yeah, he stopped in for a minute at the very end of your match, but he said he had to go."
Jake then continued walking out of the room, leaving Maggie alone. She was surprised that Matt had not stayed to comfort her, and was hurt by it. But she wasn't going to let that spoil her happiness, at least not right now.
Maggie made her way home, the smell of body odor still lingering in her nose. Stepping into her house, she made her way upstairs and into the bathroom, running the hot water in the bathtub. Once it was filled, she slipped into it, allowing the hot water to soothe her aching body. After a few minutes, the phone rang, and though she initially decided to let it ring, she realized that it might be Matt. Hustling out of the tub, she raced for the phone and picked it up. To her chagrin however, it wasn't Matt. It was Jo, who was not aware that Maggie had just wrestled.
"How did you make out with the WWUSA Maggie?", Jo asked innocently.
Maggie explained what had happened, how she got the opportunity to wrestle that very night. Jo asked whom Maggie had faced, and once Maggie mentioned Da Bomb, there was silence on the other end.
"JO? Are you still there?", Maggie asked.
"Yeah, I'm still here Maggie. But I'm surprised you are. Da Bomb is a brute!"
Maggie snickered, "You can say that again. Do you know her?"
Jo went on to rely how, several years ago, she too had worked as a contract wrestler for the WWUSA. She told Maggie how one of her matches was against Da Bomb, though she was younger and much less well known.
"I just have one question Maggie. Did she use Da Bomb on you?"
Maggie was surprised at first, but soon realized that it was the monstrous woman's signature finisher.
"Yeah Jo, she finished me with it."
Jo was again silent, but then continued on.
"Well don't feel too bad Maggie, she used it on me too! It was horrible!"
Maggie snickered, able to laugh about it now.
"Tell me about it! But you know the worst part Jo? I can't get the smell of her body odor out of my head. It's like my nose is permanently stuck with that smell!"
Jo laughed back.
"I know what you mean Maggie. It was years ago, but I sometimes still have that smell stuck in my head!"
The two friends continued to laugh together, before Jo made a passing remark.
"You know Maggie, I think the only way either one of us could beat her would be if we did it together."
Maggie paused, reflecting on the comment before responding.
"I don't know about that Jo. After all, she does have TWO armpits!".
Jo laughed back.
"Oh God no Maggie! That image is stuck in my mind now! I couldn't handle that a second time!"
The two women laughed some more about their shared hardship, able to make light of the situation now that it was nothing more than a memory. They continued to speak for a few more minutes before the conversation ended and Maggie slipped back into the tub, smiling as she dunked her head beneath the water to try and escape from the pungent aroma.
