Maggie opened her eyes, rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed. Next to her, her husband John was still sound asleep as she glanced over at her night stand and saw 6:50 displayed on her alarm clock. She stretched her arms and arched her back, sore from the strenuous work-out of the night before. She got up, slipped her robe on and made her way down the stairs toward the kitchen. It was early on a beautiful summer morning in the beginning of June and Maggie was looking forward to a peaceful cup of coffee by herself. As she reached the kitchen however, she noticed that a pot of coffee had already been made. She peeked out the window and noticed her mother Leona sitting on the patio and drinking a cup herself. Maggie sighed, realizing that she would have no time alone on this morning. Leona had come to spend a few weeks with Maggie and John from her home in Alabama. She was a former professional wrestler who left Maggie and her dad to pursue her wrestling career when Maggie was just a young girl. The mother and daughter had been reunited several years ago and based on Leona’s situation at home, she needed to get away for a few weeks, so she came to stay with her daughter. Leona was a very good wrestler in her day, but she hung on too long and became a stepping stone for the young, up and coming wrestlers. She had retired several years ago and moved into a seniors development in Mobile. One of her former wrestling rivals, Annie, also lived in the development, and so they decided to have a match for “old time’s sake”. Annie dominated Leona, beating her so badly that Leona needed to spend the night in the hospital. Maggie had gone down to stay with her for a few days, but once Maggie left, Leona had a difficult time showing her face in the development. Several of her male neighbors had witnessed the match and Leona was embarrassed at her showing. So she called Maggie and invited herself up for a few weeks.

Maggie poured herself a cup of coffee and joined her mother on the patio. It was a big day for Maggie, she and John were going to decide who her opponent would be for her next match. Maggie sat down and the two began to talk. Maggie had taken Leona to a tag team tournament at the wrestling club to which Maggie belonged and they discussed the wrestlers they had seen. Leona had never, however seen her daughter wrestle and was anxious to watch her in a real match. The two talked for about an hour, Leona giving her opinions of each of the women she had seen, until John joined them. He had a list with three names on it, the names of the three wrestlers that the federation had given him as possible opponents for Maggie’s next match. He kissed Maggie and then Leona before sitting down at the patio table. “Before we decide” he said to Maggie, “let’s make sure we agree on our plan”. Maggie shook her head in agreement as Leona looked on. “We have two separate goals” John continued, “to beat Marisol and to win the championship, not in any particular order”. Maggie again nodded in agreement. “Now our plan says that before you wrestle either Marisol or the champion, you need to win three matches in a row. By beating Kim last month, we’ve already won one. After we win the next two, then we’ll figure out which of our goals to pursue first. But we need to insure that these next two matches prepare us for the tough matches yet to come”. Maggie sat silently, but again nodded her head. She was happy that John was taking care of the details and was once again involved in her wrestling career, it made her feel protected. “Okay, with that said, here are your three choices; Barbie Doll, Jo or Helen,” John continued. Maggie sat silently with a serious look on her face as she pondered the choices. Leona meanwhile chirped right in, stating her opinion. “That Barbie would be an easy match for you Maggie. And that Jo is a washed up old broad, another easy victory. You should beat either one of them with no problem. I don’t know this Helen girl though”. Maggie glanced across at her mother with an annoyed look on her face. “Helen is the ex-champion.” she grumbled, bothered by her mother’s lack of respect for the other wrestlers. “Well then, she’s the one you’ve got to beat!” proclaimed Leona. Maggie smirked at her mother’s synopsis, not paying her any mind. “Well, maybe she’s right Maggie” John said. “Barbie Doll is much smaller and less experienced than you and wouldn’t do much in the way of preparation. I agree with your mom in that you could probably beat her easily. Although I think you could also beat Jo, a match with her right now may be a little too emotional based on everything that’s happened. It would be better if you didn’t have to deal with all of those the emotions and just focused on the wrestling. Helen is the toughest of the bunch and that would be the toughest and riskiest match, but it would also be the best test to see how we are doing. If we want to accomplish the goals we set, we’re going to have to make sure we’re ready”. Maggie looked back at John and reflected on his analysis. She knew Helen was tough, strong and vicious. But the champion, ToniAnn had beaten her to win the title, and Marisol was even more vicious than Helen. So if her goals were to face either of those two in the future, a match against Helen now would be the logical choice to see if she were ready. But even though she knew that was the right decision, she was still hesitant. “Okay, set up a match against Helen”, she reluctantly instructed John. John looked back at her, held her hand and shook his head. He then went back inside, picked up the telephone and made the arrangements. He came back out and said, “Okay, it’s set for this Saturday night so we’ve got one week to finish getting ready”. Maggie slumped back in her chair, took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “You’re going to be great babe!” John proclaimed, a look of concern overshadowing his confident tone.

They remained out on the patio for a while longer, John and Leona discussing strategy as Maggie’s mind wandered. The temperature was a comfortable 75 degrees with low humidity, but it was rising slowly, and expected to continue rising throughout the week. Maggie took it easy for the rest of the day, but early on Monday morning she awoke with John and went on a 3 mile jog. When they returned, John showered and left for work while Maggie sat down and had breakfast. That afternoon, she and her mom went through some wrestling moves, Leona trying to share some of her techniques with her daughter. After dinner, both John and Leona put Maggie through a rigorous two hour work-out before she showered and went to bed. That routine continued throughout the week until Saturday morning. Maggie slept late, but when she awoke and went out onto the patio with her cup of coffee, the heat and humidity hit her like a ton of bricks. It was only 10:00 AM, but the temperature was already close to 90 degrees and the humidity was at 90%. To make matters worse, it was expected to be much hotter, with the high temperature reaching 100. It was the kind of day where any movement made you perspire, and Maggie was concerned about the effect the heat would play in her match that night. Although the arena was air conditioned, the intensity of the heat and humidity insured uncomfortable conditions. Maggie, John and Leona left the house and arrived early at the arena, almost two hours before her 6:00 PM match, which was the first one of the evening. The temperature outside had reached 101 degrees, and even though the air conditioning in the arena was on full blast, the inside temperature was a balmy, uncomfortable 85 degrees. They went into Maggie’s locker room where she took a long, cool shower, letting the cool water cascade over her body. She then stepped out of the shower, dried her hair and then fixed her face. She slipped on her suit, the same red, white and blue design but with a slight variation in the cut. She knew Helen was a very attractive woman, so she tried to enhance her own appearance as much as possible. The top was the usual blue background with and white stars, underwire supporting her 38 inch bust. But the red and white striped bottom was cut more daring than usual. The front of it scooped down well below her belly button, while the sides were pulled up high on her thighs to make her legs appear longer. At 5’6” and a slimmed down 165 lbs., Maggie felt good about the way she looked as she stood in front of the mirror. Although her stomach was a bit heavier than she would have liked and she had a few love handles on her sides, she was nonetheless pleased. It was important for her to look her best since this would the first time her mother would be seeing her in action. She also knew that Helen would attract a great deal of attention with her appearance, and Maggie hoped to minimize that advantage. But most of all, she wanted John to be proud of her. She sat down at the table and John began to massage her shoulders while she glanced up at the clock. “Five minutes to go” she thought to herself as she nervously rolled her neck back and forth. John then nodded at Leona, who walked over, kissed Maggie on the cheek and wished her luck. John then hugged his wife, gave her a kiss and then the two walked out and made their way into the arena, finding their sets in the front row. Maggie was now all alone in the locker room and she began to contemplate the impending match. She was nervous but not afraid, even though she had heard of some of the one-sided matches her upcoming opponent had dominated. Just then there was a knock on the door and Maggie made her way to the entrance.

The arena was only half full, but the blazing heat had caused beer sales to be brisk, so the crowd was very rambunctious. The doors opened and Maggie quickly made her way toward the ring, waving to the subdued but amiable cheers. She climbed into the ring and stood in her corner, beads of sweat already forming on her face and body. As she settled back into her corner, the doors in the back of the arena again opened and Helen began her entrance to the arena. She was wearing a long, white cape which covered her entire body down to her ankles. The crowd gave her a mixed greeting as she bounced around the ring, her body still covered by the cape. The announcer stepped forward and introduced them both before calling them to the center of the ring. As they stood side by side, Helen provocatively slipped her cape off of her shoulders and let it fall toward the floor. The crowd leaped to their feet at the sight of the disrobed woman, cheering wildly. Helen was wearing an itsy-bitsy, white bikini, which effectively displayed her flawless body. As the two women stood side by side, the contrast in their appearances were magnified. The 28 year old Helen stood 5’8” and weighed a healthy, sexy 140 lbs. She had long, flowing black hair, as opposed to Maggie’s short brown hair. Although both women had 38 inch chests, Helen’s stood firm and erect while Maggie’s sagged from beneath her underwire top. Both possessed attractive faces and both had brown eyes, but Maggie’s were expressive and twinkling while Helen’s were deep and intense. Maggie’s 43 year old body was somewhat slack and exhibited the signs of settling while Helen’s had the youthful tautness of a woman in her 20’s. Although Maggie was an attractive, middle aged woman, she was now toe-to-toe with a fit, well endowed woman in her 20’s, and could not compete in the looks department. Glancing over toward John, Maggie couldn’t help but notice that he was staring at her. A lump developed in her throat as the announcer instructed both women back toward their corners. Maggie was still confident, but slightly intimidated by the looks of her foe. She peeked over at Helen before walking back to her corner, but Helen just smirked sarcastically and walked away. The crowd had now become partial to Helen as the two women stood in their corners. Maggie waited for what seemed like an eternity for the bell to ring before, finally it did. She made her way cautiously out of her corner, eyeing Helen the whole time. Although Helen had lost the championship several weeks ago, she was still arrogant and her expression advertised the fact that she had little respect for Maggie. Her ploy of wearing a robe into the ring and removing at the introductions had become a trademark, and as usual, it effectively turned the crowd in her favor. As the two women worked their way towards each other, the perspiration on Maggie’s face and body had intensified, and she was now in a full scale sweat. Helen on the other hand looked cool and focused as she lunged toward Maggie and grabbed hold of her shoulders.

The two women clamped onto each other, but Helen was digging her nails into Maggie’s shoulders and causing her to grunt with pain. They struggled for a few seconds before Maggie snuck one of her legs behind Helen and with a quick push, knocked her to the mat. Helen fell flat on her back, but quickly rolled onto her side and pushed herself onto her feet while Maggie massaged her bruised shoulders. Helen then quickly bent forward and charged at Maggie, ramming her shoulder into the startled woman’s midsection. She forced Maggie back against the ropes, but the veteran quickly clenched her hands together and drove them down into Helen’s back. Helen grunted, but wrapped her arms tightly around Maggie’s waist, holding her against the ropes. Maggie felt the pressure, but delivered another forceful blow to Helen’s back, causing her to momentarily loosen her grip. But Helen was resilient and gradually clamped her arms back around Maggie’s waist. But Maggie, although the firmness of Helen’s grip was beginning to hurt, showed equal resiliency and delivered a third crushing blow to Helen’s back. This time Helen dropped to one knee and her arms unwound from around Maggie’s waist. Wasting no time, Maggie stepped forward and wrapped her thighs around Helen’s head before pushing herself over. She dropped to the mat on her side, tightening her grip around Helen’s head as she descended. She was now laying on her side, with Helen trapped between her legs as she tightened the head scissors. Helen angrily slapped her hands against Maggie’s thighs, but it did not deter Maggie from keeping her legs locked firmly in place. She then stuck her hands between Maggie’s legs, squeezing them between the inside of her knees in order to pry them apart. She pushed as hard as she could, but Maggie simply placed one ankle over the other and further clamped her legs together. Helen was growing desperate, her face began to perspire and it became difficult to breathe. She began to punch her fists into Maggie’s thighs, and although the blows were painful to Maggie, it did not encourage her to release he grip. Maggie pressed her upper body off of the mat with her arms and continued to squeeze Helen’s head. The crowd began to scream and yell, but it was not apparent if they were cheering or booing. Finally Maggie unlocked her legs and released Helen, allowing her to roll onto her side and struggle to catch her breath. Maggie pushed herself up onto her feet as Helen slowly got to her knees. Maggie moved directly in front of Helen who was now kneeling upright, but as Maggie reached down to grab a hold of Helen, the angry brunette launched a straight right hand into Maggie’s gut. Helen’s fist landed between Maggie’s belly button and waistband and caused Maggie to let out a soft groan as her belly jiggled. But she recovered quickly and reached down, grabbing Helen by the hair. She pulled her head forward and then wedged her legs around it, trapping it between her knees. Maggie then bent forward and wrapped her arms around Helen’s waist, pausing to take a few quick breaths before she proceeded. Then with a strenuous grunt, she pulled Helen’s midsection up into the air, unlocking her legs from around Helen’s head. She lifted her into the air, forcing Helen’s legs to fall back across Maggie’s shoulder as she struggled to lift her up. Straining, Maggie finally pressed Helen’s back onto her shoulder, the brunette now stretched across it as she wrapped her arm across Helen’s midsection for support. Maggie took a few unsteady steps toward the center of the ring, trying to adjust Helen’s weight so that it was distributed evenly across her . Helen’s legs hung down towards Maggie’s back while her upper body was curled in front of the older woman. The crowd erupted as Helen’s large chest fell toward her upended face, Maggie laboring to hold her up.

Leona and John jumped to their feet, cheering the mighty effort of their loved one. Maggie heard their cheers and smiled as she stopped near the center of the ring, her legs trembling from the weight. She then suddenly dipped her shoulder but immediately straightened up, causing Helen’s body to fold inward in a painful back-breaker variation. Helen’s feet smacked against Maggie’s lower back and the back of her head came within inches of Maggie’s abdomen as it stretched. It then bounced back, still curled across Maggie’s shoulder, her face red as she grimaced in pain. Her outstretched body settled back into the curled position across Maggie as her large chest bounced up and down, her small top offering little support. Although in control, the patriotically clad woman was beginning to waver and realized that she couldn’t hold on much longer. She again dipped her shoulder, but this time tossed Helen off of her shoulder and sent her hurling toward the mat. The scantily clad brunette landed with a THUD, face down. She rolled onto her side and arched her back, trying to reach the wounded region. Maggie took a few seconds to catch her breath, the perspiration flowing freely now from her face and body. Catching her breath, Maggie slowly made her way over to her fallen foe. She reached down, grabbed a handful of Helen’s long, thick hair and gradually pulled her onto her feet. Helen sneered as she rose, obviously angry at being handled so easily by the older woman. Once she got to her feet, Maggie wrapped one arm between her legs and the other across her shoulder and hoisted her into the air, spinning her body upside down. Helen’s back faced outward as Maggie shuffled a few unsteady steps forward. She then dropped Helen, bodyslamming her back into the mat. Helen let out an irate groan as she landed, her back taking the brunt of the force. Maggie placed her hands on her knees and caught her breath while Helen again rolled onto her side and arched her injured back. Leona and John were cheering wildly as the crowd made lots of noise, but it was still not apparent who they were cheering for. Maggie wiped her brow with her forearm and then marched forward toward Helen to resume the attack. She was now very self assured and even feeling a bit cocky as she approached her fallen foe. Reaching her, she extended her arm downward and grabbed another handful of Helen’s hair. She yanked her off of the mat and tugged her over toward the side ropes. Helen’s expression revealed her rage, but Maggie had a tight grip on her hair and she was at her mercy. Maggie then leaned back against the ropes, holding Helen now by the wrist. She took a few quick steps forward and then whipped Helen alongside her, sending her racing across the ring. Helen’s chest bounced up and down as she ran forward, bouncing off of the side ropes, but able to grab hold of them to prevent her from charging back toward the waiting Maggie. Helen slouched down against the ropes as Maggie sneered, irritated that she was able to stop herself. Maggie began to walk across the ring toward her, but Helen lifted her head and saw her opponent approaching. She straightened herself up against the ropes just as Maggie was only a few steps away. Helen took a deep breath and prepared for the conflict, trying to formulate her next move.

Maggie stood in front of Helen, reached forward and grabbed a handful of her hair. Helen grunted as Maggie pulled her off of the ropes and a few steps toward the center of the ring. She then grabbed hold of Helen’s wrist and flung her forward, trying to whip her across the ring. Helen’s body veered around Maggie, but she was able to plant her feet and use her momentum to reverse the attempt, sending Maggie racing across the ring. Surprised at the quick turn around, Maggie bounced off of the ropes and was unable to grab hold, sending her charging toward the waiting Helen. The angry brunette was ready and delivered a flying forearm at Maggie’s throat, wrapping her arm around it while knocking her backward. Maggie fell back onto her butt as Helen quickly yanked her up by wedging the inside of her elbow below Maggie’s chin and wrapping her arm around the frame of Maggie’s face. She positioned herself directly behind Maggie, who was now sitting upright with her legs spread in front of her. Helen tightened her grip and then pulled straight upward, tugging Maggie’s head into the air and jarring it away from her body. Maggie grimaced in pain, her face constricted between Helen’s arm as she jerked her head away from her body. While continuing to pull on Maggie’s chin, Helen cocked her knee and rammed it forward, driving it into Maggie’s back directly between her shoulder blades. Maggie squirmed and groaned, in obvious pain as Helen wound up and delivered another blast into her back. Helen then planted her feet and hauled Maggie up onto hers, pulling her off of the mat by her chin. Once she got Maggie upright, Helen quickly dropped her arm and grabbed a handful of hair on each side of Maggie’s head, spinning her around so the tow were facing each other. Helen then lunged her head forward, driving the top of her forehead into the bridge of Maggie’s nose. Maggie screamed and immediately doubled over, cupping her hands over her wounded face as she stumbled backward. Helen looked down at her reeling foe and smiled maliciously. She walked in front of her and grabbed a handful of her hair with one hand while spreading her index and forefingers with her other hand. She then pulled Maggie upright and quickly jabbed her fingers into Maggie’s eyes, temporarily blinding her. Maggie squealed in pain as she covered her flaming eyes with her hands and floundered aimlessly backward. The devious brunette then walked over to the reeling Maggie and grabbed her by the hair, tossing her against the side ropes. Maggie whimpered as her arms fell over the top rope and she sagged back against them. Her eyes were fuzzy and ablaze with pain as Helen walked to the other side of the ring. Standing directly opposite of Maggie, Helen then took off, racing toward her dangling foe before becoming airborne and pulling her feet out in front of her. Helen’s body was now completely parallel to the mat as she flew closer to Maggie, finally landing the soles of her feet into Maggie’s unsuspecting stomach. Helen seemed to descend into the depths of Maggie’s body, her flexible skin collapsing around Helen’s feet and swallowing them. They then rebounded off of Maggie and Helen toppled to the mat, falling gently onto her side. Maggie’s body sunk into the ropes as if she were shot by a cannon, her arms sagging off of them, ready to drop. Her face was red, her hair disheveled and her entire body drenched with her own sweat. Helen had instantly turned the tables in the match, and it was obvious by looking at Maggie.

Outside the ring, Leona and John shouted their encouragement to Maggie, but Helen walked over and spit at them. They screamed back at her, but she just laughed and walked back toward her prey. At this point, only Maggie’s wrists rested on the top rope, holding her up. Her head was dangling down near the middle rope as Helen moved in closer. She lifted one leg up and placed it between the top two ropes on one side of Maggie’s head, and then did the same with the other. She grabbed Maggie’s hair from the top of her head and pulled it back so that the back of her neck was resting on the middle rope. She then moved her legs close together so that they were resting against Maggie’s cheeks before sitting her thighs down on the middle rope and lowering her crotch onto Maggie’s throat. Helen was now seated directly on top of the trapped Maggie. She looked down into the cloudy, red eyes of her older foe and smiled. Her feet were resting on the ring apron, which helped to ease the pressure on Maggie’s throat, but it was nonetheless a less than enviable position. But then Helen slid her feet forward so that they were outside of the ring and all of her body weight was pressed down onto Maggie’s throat. Maggie’s whole face turned bright red as Helen began to jump up and down, causing Maggie’s head to bob up and down, choked tightly between Helen’s thighs. The crowd erupted into, for the first time, obvious cheers as Helen raised her hands over her head and waved them from side to side in a celebration dance. Maggie’s limp body was stretched inside the ring, bouncing up and down as Helen continued her torturous throat dance. Finally Helen again planted her feet and slowly lifted her butt off of Maggie’s throat. She stepped back between the ropes and into the ring, looking down at her sweaty, dropping foe. Maggie’s head was bowed back over the middle rope, her arms hanging loosely at her sides and resting on the mat, her body was stretched inside the ring. Helen lifted one of Maggie’s arms and pulled it back over the middle rope and then pulled it back in toward the ring so that her armpit was now resting on it. She did the same with the other arm and then walked down to Maggie’s feet. She lifted them up and began to pull them in toward the ring, causing Maggie’s body to elevate parallel to the mat, her armpits locked up against the middle rope. Helen tugged with all of her might, stretching Maggie’s body as far as she could. She then walked down toward one end, towing Maggie’s legs and therefore her entire body with her while still pulling her backward. Maggie’s armpits slid across the rope, the friction burning her sensitive, sweaty skin. She began to scream, but Helen continued to walk back and forth, making sure to keep the pressure on. Maggie’s underarms became raw and inflamed as Helen finally dropped her feet to the mat and left her body hanging off of the low rope. She then walked next to her and positioned herself alongside Maggie’s midsection. The scooped front on Maggie’s bikini bottom allowed the excess skin on Maggie’s stomach to converge into the one area, and Helen took advantage of it. She raised her foot into the air and began to stomp it down onto Maggie’s belly, directly between her belly button and her waistline. Maggie’s body again bobbed up and down, her fleshy stomach jiggling freely with each painful stomp. Maggie’s head bowed back further out of the ring as her body went numb from the forceful array of stomps. Helen was relentless and pounded her foot over and over into the pulpy region before finally yielding. She stepped away and acknowledged the cheers of the crowd, at least all of the crowd but John and Leona, as Maggie lay feebly against the ropes.

Helen paraded around the ring, her taut body glistening under the lights. She too was perspiring heavily, her bikini clinging to her body as she strutted around the ring. Maggie was groggy and in tremendous pain, but she tried to get herself off of the ropes by rolling onto her side. She fell to the mat and curled herself into a ball, pain shooting through her arms as the perspiration in her armpits aggravated her burns. Helen took her time returning to her victim, which suited Maggie just fine as she whimpered in a ball. Eventually Helen marched back over toward her however and resumed the assault. She grabbed Maggie by the feet and dragged her body back into the middle of the ring. She then rolled her over onto her stomach and, standing at her feet, pushed her legs up into the air and began to bend them in toward her body. She grabbed Maggie’s thighs and continued to press them in toward her back, setting up for a Boston Crab. Facing Maggie’s head, Helen slid her feet forward, moving them so that they were pressed up tightly against either side of Maggie’s waist. She continued to push Maggie’s legs backward until her body was in the shape of the letter L . Helen then wrapped her arms around Maggie’s elevated legs and reached forward, pulling them further toward Maggie’s head as she reached further. The pressure on Maggie’s back grew to intense proportions as Helen extended her arm as far as she could she was able to grab hold of the back of Maggie’s head by her hair. She firmed her grip and then began to pull Maggie’s head back, while still keeping her legs folded inward. Maggie’s head slowly lifted up off of the mat and began to curl back toward her feet as she grimaced and screamed with pain. Helen was perched atop her, Maggie’s legs planted in her armpits as she reached forward and pulled her head back with both hands. Maggie was positioned so that she was facing John and Leona, and the expression on her contorted face was one of torment. Helen struggled to bend Maggie as much as she could, eventually getting her feet and head only a foot or two apart. John and Leona screamed for Maggie to submit, but she refused, her body tortured but her spirit still willing. Her body was in an agonizing position, and Helen seemed determined to keep the hold in place until she quit. Maggie screamed and tears rolled from her eyes, but she refused to give in. She tried to roll on her stomach in order to knock Helen off balance, but Helen was planted firmly on the ground. Finally, Helen lifted one foot to adjust her stance and Maggie was able to roll just enough to force her to lose her balance and fall onto her side. Helen lost her grip and toppled over, freeing Maggie from the agonizing hold. Maggie’s body bounced straight back toward the mat and she lay, face down, against it. Helen then got to her feet and wasted no time in scooping Maggie off of the mat by the hair. She tossed the red, white and bruised woman into the corner and then walked away, circling the ring as she took a breather. Maggie’s face showed the strain of the match as her head sagged in front of her while her body dropped from the corner. Helen took her time returning, but eventually made her way back over. She stood in front of Maggie and pulled her up by the hair. Maggie’s face grimaced as she hauled upright, but just as Helen released the hold to do more damage, Maggie jarred her head forward and smacked it into Helen’s face. Helen wailed and stumbled back a few steps as Maggie slouched back into the corner. She didn’t have the strength to push herself out, but she had just bought herself some more time to recover.

Helen stumbled around the ring with her face in her hands, but her anger grew with each passing second. After a few more moments she composed herself and raced back toward Maggie. Enraged, Helen charged at full speed toward the still slouched Maggie. She rammed herself against Maggie’s body and then lifted her head to begin an attack, but Maggie was able to lift her arm and she poked her fingers into Helen’s eyes, just as Helen had done to her earlier. Again Helen wailed in pain and stumbled back a step, unable to see. She was incensed and hurt like a wounded animal, unable to see. She began to swing her arms wildly, hoping to connect one of her wild punches. As she moved closer to the corner, Maggie tried to stick her foot out and trip Helen, but she missed and Helen connected a roundhouse punch into Maggie’s cheek. Maggie’s head snapped back and her legs lost there firmness and fell out from under her. Fortunately for her though, they tripped the blinded Helen and knocked her to the mat. Maggie shook her head to clear the cobwebs and noticed Helen on the mat below her. She took a deep breath and stepped up onto the bottom rope, holding on to the top rope with her hands. Helen slowly got to her feet as Maggie steadied herself, still shaky, but ready to pounce. Maggie set herself just as Helen got herself upright and then jumped as far forward as she could. Helen looked over just in time, her vision cloudy but able to make out Maggie’s body. She was able to straighten her arms and, to Maggie’s horror, caught her in them. She cradled Maggie in her arms, Maggie’s body facing down toward the mat. She then tossed her up and instantly dropped to one knee, causing Maggie’s midsection to slam into her outstretched knee as her body folded over it. Maggie lay outstretched over Helen’s leg, dismayed at her foiled attempt for a pin. Helen then pulled her leg back into her body, dropping Maggie like a ton of bricks. Maggie fell to the canvas and curled herself together to protect her wounded stomach. Helen, still furious, stormed over to Maggie and kicked her onto her back. She then sat herself down on Maggie’s stomach and slowly lowered herself forward, aiming her large, sweaty chest in the direction of Maggie’s face. Maggie tried to resist, but Helen overpowered her and laid her large bosom directly over Maggie’s face. The judge at the side of the ring began to count as Maggie struggled to free herself. “2...3...4...”, but just then Helen began to scream. Maggie had opened her mouth and was biting Helen’s chest. She had clenched her teeth tightly onto Helen’s right breast and was biting as hard as she could. “5...6...7...” continued the count until finally Helen rolled off of Maggie and grabbed at her mangled chest. Maggie breathed deeply, trying to catch her breath as John and Leona screamed their encouragement. Maggie lifted her head up to see where Helen landed and saw that she was right alongside her. Maggie slowly and tediously rolled herself over and then quickly dropped herself down across Helen’s shoulders. She tried to pin them down, but Helen squirmed and wriggled her shoulders free. Maggie then turned her body around so that it was laying directly over Helen’s and she grabbed hold of Helen’s wrists and pinned them over her head. She looked down at the tortured Helen and then, lowered her own, large sweaty bust onto Helen’s face. Helen began to squirm and wriggle, but her shoulders were pinned to the mat. The judge again bean to count, but this time he was counting Helen out. “1...2...3...4...”. Suddenly Maggie began to scream. Apparently Helen had been able to clench her teeth around Maggie’s breast and she was biting down. Maggie screamed loudly, but she remained on top of Helen. “5...6...7...8” the count continued. The pain became unbearable for Maggie, but she refused to budge. “9....10. You’re out!” exclaimed the judge, counting Helen out. Maggie’s screams were now blood curdling, even though she had just won the match. She rolled off of Helen, hoping that she would let go, but Helen refused. Maggie began to sob loudly until finally Helen opened her mouth and let go of her bite. Maggie wrapped her arms around her tortured chest as Helen angrily got to her feet. She looked down at Maggie in disgust and then kicked the ball of foot into the pit of Maggie’s stomach. Leona and John jumped out of their seats but were restrained from entering the ring as the judge pulled Helen away from Maggie. She eventually left the ring, screaming and cursing as Maggie huddled her wounded body together.

After a few minutes she was helped to her feet and her arm was raised over her head. Her face was bruised, her chest bright red, her stomach bruised and her body dripping with her own perspiration. Her red, white and blue bikini clung to her body, but she was a winner. Although Maggie was in tremendous pain, she was nonetheless thrilled with the victory. John, on the other hand, was less than thrilled as he had to watch his wife get physically abused. To make matters worse, the win put her only one more away from a match with either Marisol or the champion ToniAnn, either of those matches promising to be worse than the one which just took place.
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