Maggie vs. Helen II (Part B)
The Championship Match Conclusion (Click on any picture to view a larger image)
"Our final match of the evening is for the POWA championship!!!... Introducing first our challenger!
Her escort this evening is the lascivious.....FIRE!!!!"
The doors burst open, and Fire quickly turned to Helen and winked before making her way into the arena.
Fire was wearing a very skimpy, black, leather Spider Web bikini, the same one she had worn in Helen's
apartment just the night before. It was so skimpy in fact, that it didn't cover much more than the
important parts. In addition, Fire also wore a black leather choker around her neck, and attached to it was
a long, black leather leash, which dragged on the floor next to her as she strutted salaciously down the
aisle and toward the ring. She wore a pair of black, spike heeled shoes, which helped to define and add
contour to her legs and almost completely exposed rear end.
She was truly enjoying the catcalls, cheers and jeers of the fans as she tried to excite them as much as
possible. But before she got to the ring, the announcer resumed his introduction.
"And the challenger tonight..... weighing a very fit and very sexy 137 pounds.....the
exotic....HELEN!!!!!"
With that, again the door flew open and Helen charged toward the ring, running at a rapid pace. She
ignored the fans, most of whom were reaching to grab a hold of her. The look on her face was evidence of
her intensity level, as she stared sternly toward the ring. Fire was standing between the ropes, straining to
stretch the middle and bottom rope apart for Helen's entrance.
Helen climbed up onto the ring apron and stepped beneath the ropes as Fire released them and joined her.
Helen headed straight for her corner, completely ignoring the fans and looking almost hypnotized.
Maggie had made her way out of her locker room, and as she passed Helen's, couldn't help but notice a
single, white Lily in a vase. Maggie knew where the Lily had come from, and it made her sad. She was
no longer special, and it bothered her. But as the announcer began her introduction, she had more
important things to worry about.
"And next.....introducing the POWA champion!!!!! Weighing in at a ....um......powerful.....160
pounds.....the unsinkable....MAGGIE!!!!!"
Maggie burst through the doors and trotted slowly toward the ring. Though she was not very animated,
she acknowledged the cheers with waves and the occasional slap of a hand as she made her way to the
squared circle, her red cape flowing behind her as she made her way forward. Reaching the ring, she
climbed up as Fire began to yell taunts at her. Maggie sneered back at her, but then ignored her while
making her way to her corner and blowing kisses to the cheering fans.
The reception for each of the wrestlers was somewhat similar, almost divided down the middle in terms of
fan support. Helen had obviously won some fans over with her impressive appearance, but Maggie's fan
base was also impressive. Nonetheless. Each wrestler now stood in her corner, staring across at each
other.
Desiree than called each of them forward to give the final instructions. Maggie pulled her red cape across
her shoulders and gently dropped it to the floor in the corner. She then turned and walked forward, both
wrestlers now approaching the center of the ring, staring straight into the other's eyes.
Though Maggie was in great shape for her, she could not compare to Helen physically. Every part of
Helen's body was superior to the champ's, from Maggie's cute little paunch vs. Helen's firm and flat
abdominal muscles, to Maggie's rounded shoulders vs. Helen's square and strong ones. And while both
were very well endowed, the two most well endowed wrestlers in the POWA in fact, Maggie's large,
flaccid chest drooped from beneath her blue and white top while Helen's impressive bosom stood straight
and proud from beneath her suit. Physically, Helen was by far the more impressive looking specimen.
But Maggie was unintimidated, and the look in her pretty, twinkling brown eyes revealed her staunch
confidence.
Desiree gave a few final remarks, but they fell upon deaf ears as both wrestlers were fixated on each other.
Fire stood next to Helen during the instructions, and as Desiree finished up her remarks, she began to
taunt Maggie some more.
"This is it for you tubby! Time's up! New champion tonight!" she exclaimed, dancing around within
inches of the annoyed Maggie. The champ however quickly turned and grabbed hold of the leash around
Fire's neck and began to yank on it, dragging her quickly toward the side of the ring. The crowd jumped
to their feet, cheering as Maggie tossed Fire toward the ropes and then heaved her over the top and out of
the ring.
Fire sailed over the rope before her body came crashing to a halt on the ring apron with a dull THUD.
The crowd erupted in cheers as Maggie stood over her before punting her foot forward, landing it square
into Fire's back and knocking her off of the ring apron and onto the floor. Again the crowd cheered as the
diminutive brunette crumbled into a ball at the base of the ring, groaning in pain, while Maggie smiled in
satisfaction.
But the disturbance Fire created served it's purpose as just then, the bell rang. Helen came charging up
from behind Maggie and immediately placed her in a choke hold from behind. Although lying on the
floor in pain, Fire had done her job by distracting Maggie, even though the crowd began to boo the
trickery.
Maggie stumbled as Helen pulled her backward toward the center of the ring, her forearm wedged firmly
beneath her chin as she pulled it tight against her throat. The majority of the crowd now booed the sneaky
tactic, but Desiree charged over and quickly warned Helen to break the hold.
"Break it Helen!" she screamed at the challenger. Helen ignored the order however and gave a forceful
tug, bending Maggie backward and lifting her feet off of the canvas as they sailed into the air.
"I SAID BREAK IT HELEN!" Desiree screamed again, this time causing Helen to finally release the
choke. Maggie stumbled backward, her hands placed over her throat as Desiree gave Helen a pointed
warning.
"You are not going to get away with that shit tonight Helen. Next time, the match is over. Got it?"
Helen glared back at the powerful referee, but said nothing. Desiree then stepped back as Maggie stood
upright and the two wrestlers faced each other. Maggie's face was red, matching the stripes on her bikini
bottom, but she was ready this time.
The look on Maggie's face quickly changed from fear to hatred as she stared across at her opponent.
Helen had interest in staring however and instead raced forward screaming before she locked arms with
Maggie, who was unable to react any way other than instinctively. The two were now engaged in a power
struggle, their arms intertwined. Helen began to force Maggie backward, but the champion resisted,
shrewdly positioning her leg behind Helen's and knocking the challenger onto her back while tumbling
down on top of her.
With Helen's back to the canvas, Maggie was perched atop her stomach, kneeling with a leg on either side
of her. Magie then reached down and angrily grabbed two handfuls of Helen's hair and yanked her head
up from the mat.
Helen again screamed, this time wildly rolling to the side, sending Maggie toppling off of her. Helen kept
her momentum going however and grabbed two handfuls of Maggie's short, brown hair as she rolled the
champion onto her back and sat atop her.
They now had handfuls of each other's hair, but Helen was planted on top of Maggie. The champion
struggled however and was finally able to once again roll over, forcing Helen off of her and onto her back.
Maggie tried to adjust her weight so that Helen would be trapped beneath her, locking her legs tightly
against the sides of Helen's body.
Helen was like a wild animal however, thrashing her head from side to side, kicking and grunting loudly
as she struggled to free herself. She also continued to violently pull on Maggie's hair, forcing the
champion's bowed head to jerk from side to side.
Maggie tried to rip Helen's hair from it's roots, but she was losing ground to the crazed challenger.
Finally, with a bloodcurdling scream, Helen wrenched Maggie's head forcefully to the side, knocking the
champ off of her. Maggie rolled onto her side as Helen quickly got to her knees and hurried over to her
flustered foe.
Reaching her, Helen lifted her knee off of the canvas and forcefully planted it in Maggie's stomach,
knocking the older woman onto her back. Helen then knelt upright, placing all of her weight down onto
her knee, thereby pinning Maggie to the mat.
Maggie began to kick her legs in protest, but Helen simply reached over and wrapped her arm around
them as they thrashed in the air. She continued to drive her knee into the pit of Maggie's gut, but now
also had a firm grip of Maggie's bent legs with only one arm, holding them upright at a right angle to the
rest of her body.
Maggie then began to pound her arms against the mat in objection, her legs now trapped. But Helen
reached down with her free hand and grabbed a handful of Maggie's hair, pulling her head off of the mat
and luring it closer to her. She was bending Maggie in half while kneeling on her stomach.
Maggie's substantial body gradually folded together until Helen released the grip on her hair, only to
quickly wrap her arm around the back of Maggie's head, thereby folding her body together even tighter.
The crowd began to cheer as Maggie's face came within inches of her knees, her body crimped painfully
in half. Helen pushed her knee down as hard as she could to further debilitate the champ, and Maggie
began to moan in anguish, her body scrunched painfully together.
The crowd roared as only Maggie's rear end remained pressed against the mat, the rest of her body pulled
tightly together. But Helen wasn't satisfied, and so she unhooked her arm from around Maggie's thighs,
dropping her legs to the canvas. She did maintain the headlock however, pulling Maggie's head in close
to her body with the tight grip. So with Maggie's upper body still lifted upright, the side of her face
planted firmly against Helen's bosom, the vicious brunette cocked her free arm and delivered a powerful
blast with her closed fist into Maggie's face.
Helen's knuckles landed square onto Maggie's cheekbone, causing the now dazed champion to groan
meekly. The punch had hurt her, and to make it worse, she was still trapped close to Helen. The crowd
erupted at the violent display, which incited the volatile Helen to land another vicious blow into the
champion's kisser. Maggie's body trembled from the forceful blasts while Helen's fans were loving it,
cheering the violence displayed by the challenger. John however, watching from the front row, was
cringing for his wife, and Maggie's fans were also voicing their displeasure, jeering the enraged brunette.
Helen finally lifted her knee from within Maggie's gut and pushed herself up onto her feet, dragging the
bewildered champ up with a headlock. Maggie bumbled to her feet, still trapped beneath Helen's arm
before the sexy challenger released the headlock. But Helen then instantly snatched onto Maggie's wrist
and began to pull her into a circular motion by the arm. Maggie stumbled in a orbit around Helen, her
body bouncing as Helen dragged her forcefully around . After one full revolution Helen released her grip,
sending Maggie racing toward the ropes.
Unable to regain her balance, Maggie bounced off of the ropes with no hope of stopping herself, and
rushed back toward the waiting Helen. Helen had positioned herself so that her back was now to Maggie,
and she stood slightly off to the side as she approached. Maggie's large body barreled forward until Helen
thrust her elbow out to her side and then backward, ramming it into the pit of Maggie's stomach.
The champion's eyes opened widely upon impact and she snorted out loud. It seemed as if Helen's elbow
disappeared into Maggie's gut, causing the champion to topple forward. Helen's arm however, as if on a
hinge, shot upward, the back of her fist racing upward as Maggie's face shot downward. The two collided
midway, Helen's knuckles again connecting squarely into Maggie's face, this time landing on the bridge of
her nose.
Maggie floundered to the side, almost dropping to her knees, but able to remain on her feet. She was very
woozy however, her face red and bruised. Mercilessly however, Helen ran over to her and pushed down
on the back of her head while lifting her knee into the center of Maggie's face. The champion ricocheted
off of Helen's knee, her head snapping backward as the rest of her body followed, her feet lifting off of the
canvas and soaring into the air.
Maggie landed on her back, her legs shooting up into the air toward her head before gradually dropping
back down as she rolled onto her side, in pain. As she wrapped her arms over her pounding head, the
crowd gradually began to side with Helen in the one sided affair, adding insult to injury for the champion.
Maggie's head was clouded, her face in torturous pain, already swollen and bruised. But the cheers of the
crowd seemed to further excite the already hostile Helen, encouraging her to continue the onslaught,
which could mean nothing but trouble for Maggie.
Helen charged over to the fallen Maggie, reached down and plucked her off of the mat by the hair.
Maggie's eyes were mere slits, her expression blank as she was hauled onto her feet by the hair. Helen
growled in her face as she pulled her upright, Maggie obviously in pain at this point. The crowd however
seemed to delight in Maggie's demise as they screamed their encouragement to the still raving Helen.
Maggie was now standing upright, well at least semi upright. Her shoulders were slouched and her arms
hung limply at her sides as Helen released her hair and moved directly in front of her. Helen set herself,
planting her feet together before lifting her right leg, bending it at the knee and then thrusting it forward,
all in one swift motion. The kick was straight, fast and furious, connecting forcefully into Maggie's upper
stomach, just below the bottom of her ribcage. Maggie doubled over and gulped loudly as she wrapped
her arms around her midsection while dropping to one knee.
Helen quickly moved in however and yanked Maggie back up onto her feet, grabbing hold of her wrist to
pull her up by the arm. She wrapped her free arm around the back of the bent Maggie before tightening
her grip and taking a deep breath. Maggie was now bent forward with Helen's arms wrapped around her
lower back. The vivacious brunette then let out a savage scream as she lifted Maggie up into the air. She
elevated Maggie's now upended body and gradually rotated her in the air while starting to fall backward.
Maggie's legs jutted straight up into the air and sailed around until she crashed to the mat, sliding a foot
or two away from Helen, who landed much more softly. It was quite an impressive Giant Suplex,
especially considering that Maggie weighed at least 30 pounds more than Helen. .
But even though Maggie was sprawled out on the canvas, her back arched as she tried to ease the pain,
Helen was still full of energy and immediately jumped to her feet.
Helen was relentless however, charging at the fallen champ and grabbing a hold of Maggie's wrist,
yanking her up by the arm. Again Magie rose wearily, her eyes still glazed, perspiration starting to drip
from her swollen face and reddened body. Helen propped her up and stood directly in front of her,
placing her hand forcefully under Maggie's chin and lifting her head so they stared into each other's eyes.
"Okay, warm ups are done. Now it's time to get started!" she whispered menacingly to the dazed Maggie.
Helen backed up a step or two as Maggie stood on her own. She was slumped forward, her arms dangling
loosely at her sides as her large chest drooped toward the floor while heaving up and down from her heavy
breathing. Her blue and white bikini top struggled to hold her chest in place while Helen stood only about
3 feet away from Maggie, resting against the ropes as she set herself for the next phase of her attack.
Maggie looked across at Helen, and though she had suffered a terrific beating up until now, defiantly
sneered at her opponent.
Helen, whose back rested against the side ropes, spun her body in a circular motion while lifting her leg
up and out to the side. The swiftness of her rotation appeared almost ballet like, but as she completed
the full turn, the sole of her white boot smashed against the right side of Maggie's face in a devastating
roundhouse kick. Maggie was completely surprised by the quick and forceful kick, and she stumbled to
the side and back a few steps, saliva shooting from her mouth while she grabbed hold of her face.
But Helen charged up to her again, planted her feet, and delivered a powerful kick into Maggie's left side.
"UUNNHHH" squealed the champion as she stumbled back another few steps, her body pitching to the
left. But the relentless Helen again raced over toward her, this time landing a powerful chop into the
exposed right side of Maggie's neck. "OOOOOOO" moaned Maggie as her head dropped to the right
while she backed against the ropes. Helen then unleashed a potent, right uppercut, square into Maggie's
paunch. "AAAAAHHH groaned the abused champ as she instantly dropped to her knees and cowered
forward at Helen's feet.
The crowd jumped to their feet and roared at the quick, powerful and effective display by Helen. Even
though she was just a novice, Helen had put her martial arts training to good use, and the champion was
the victim of Helen's new found skills. She then thrust her arms into the air in response to the adulation
as Maggie appeared to be bowing before her.
Helen stepped over the bowed Maggie and began to parade around the ring with her arms over her head.
She made quite an impression as every dimple of her taut body was now obvious from beneath her
perspiration soaked suit. And the crowd loved every minute of it . But as Helen made her way over to the
side of the arena where John sat, he got to his feet, ran toward her and spat at his wife's conqueror.
Though his spittle landed no where near her, Helen nevertheless grew enraged and jumped between the
ropes and out of the ring. She charged over to where John was standing, but Fire was able to jump in
front of her and intercept her before she could grab hold of him.
"Come on Helen, get back in the ring. Maggie's the one you need to take care of right now. Don't worry
about her dried up old husband!"
Helen looked Fire straight in the eye, but said nothing. She did, however turn and climb back up into the
ring, leaping over the top rope. The crowd was in a frenzy, especially considering the extra curricular
activity outside of the ring as Fire screamed a few verbal taunts at John before she retired to the opposite
side of the ring. But by now, Helen had turned her attention back towards John's wife, who was still
kneeling on the mat, though upright.
Maggie had watched the action outside of the ring, and though proud of her husband, she was distraught.
She was in agony! Helen had taken control of her! But not only was Maggie down, she was hurt. Her
head was pounding, her face numbed by the pain, her stomach throbbing painfully. She was having
trouble focusing since her head hurt so much, but she knew Helen was just getting started. Maggie was
desperate. She knew that she had to do something not only to win, but just in order to survive the match
in one piece.
Before Helen had reached her, Maggie turned her head and looked once again at John, sitting in the front
row. He looked completely terrified, which was of no solace to the battered Maggie. But before she could
lament any further, Helen was on her. The challenger had a renewed anger now, after having jawed with
Maggie's husband. So even though John was trying to help his wife, it appeared that his actions might
have the opposite affect.
Helen stood in front of Maggie and reached down, grabbing two handfuls of hair. As Helen began to pull
her up however, Maggie landed a punch straight ahead, right into the lower part of Helen's gut. Helen
pitched forward slightly, but then quickly stood upright again. The dwindling Maggie supporters cheered
loudly at her revival, but Helen, virtually unaffected, again yanked on Maggie's mane
Maggie took a deep breath, knowing this might be her only chance to try and turn things around, and
unleashed another punch into Helen's stomach. This time however, the champion was even less affected.
In fact, it only seemed to anger her. She quickly shuffled forward, pushed down on the back of Maggie's
head while clamping her thighs together tightly on either side of it, and dropped to the mat.
Maggie's trapped head was mashed into the canvas under the weight of Helen's body, which came
crashing down on top of her. Maggie's large body was sprawled out, face down, as Helen sat atop the
back of her head, again thrusting her arms into the air.
The crowd erupted as they cheered the domination of the champion by the savage brunette, who celebrated
from her perch atop her prey. But Helen then slid off of Maggie and began to push herself to her feet. As
she did however, she grabbed the waist band form the back of Maggie's suit, and used it to pull her up as
well.
The suit began to ride up in Maggie's groin as Helen was giving her a wedgie. Maggie's butt cheeks
began to peer out from beneath her suit as it rode up her rear end, revealing more and more skin. Finally
Helen got to her feet and let go of Maggie's panty as the crowd roared in amusement. Maggie, still dazed,
tried to pull it out from her rear end, but Helen didn't allow it.
Instead, she moved in front of the champion and dipped her shoulder while bowing her head so that
Maggie's body was situated right in front of her. Helen then thrust herself forward while wrapping her
arms around Maggie's back. She then bent her knees, and with a loud grunt, lifted the champion up,
across her shoulders.
The crowd again roared their approval as Maggie kicked her legs in protest. Helen paraded slowly around
the ring, carrying the strapping champion like a prize. Most of the fans were now rooting for Helen as
Maggie yelled and kicked, but could not escape. Finally, after showcasing Maggie to the rest of the
crowd, Helen walked directly in front of John and looked down at him.
"Is this yours?" she screamed to him, before dipping her shoulder and dropping Maggie over the top rope
and onto the ring apron.
John jumped to his feet and again charged over to the side of the ring, but was intercepted by security
guards, who prevented him from getting any closer. But since he was only a couple of feet away, Helen
took the opportunity to return his earlier gesture, and spat down at him. Proving she had much better aim
than John, her spit landed right on the side of John's face as the crowd erupted with glee. The security
guards escorted him back to his seat as Maggie lay face down on the edge of the ring, one arm dangling
outside of it and dropping toward the floor.
Maggie looked over at her husband, her face pressed to the mat. He was struggling to get to her, but was
unsuccessful. But his efforts gave Maggie strength, and so she tried desperately to grab hold of the ropes
to help pull herself up. But Helen was standing right in front of her, and though she left Maggie alone
while struggling to get up, it was just a matter of time before she intervened.
Maggie clutched onto the middle rope with one hand and pulled herself closer. She then grabbed hold
with the other hand, and gradually pulled herself into a kneeling position. Maggie took a deep breath,
and then reached for the top rope while turning to face the inside of the ring. With both arms stretched up
in front of her, she pulled her legs closely together while kneeling and began to straighten up.
Just as she got herself completely upright on both knees however, Helen raced over and placed her hands
down on to the ropes, directly over where Maggie was clutching on to them. She then unleashed a
forceful punt square into the pit of Maggie's stomach.
The champion squealed loudly and dropped backward, her butt resting on her calves as she sat on them.
The crowd let out a collective gasp at the ferociousness of the kick, but Helen was unfazed and kept her
grip of Maggie's hands.
The champion remained seated on the back of her legs, which were pressed tightly together. Her head
was bowed in front of her, her arms still raised, her hands still clutching onto the top rope as Helen held
them there. She looked as if she were bowing before Helen in fact.
Helen was content to stay in this position, but gradually Maggie began to push herself up once again. She
slowly pushed her butt off of the back of her legs and knelt upright, moving her upper body closer to the
ropes. But once again, Helen cocked her leg and delivered an even more forceful kick into Maggie's gut.
Maggie almost gagged this time as she collapsed forward. It had felt as if the tip of Helen's boot had
pierced her skin, ripped through her intestines and exited out her back. And as Helen pulled her foot
back, it finally felt as if it had exited her body. Maggie was once again bowed forward, but this time
Helen released the grip on her hands, allowing Maggie to curl into a ball as she knelt on the ring apron,
her white skin cold and clammy.
Feeling no sympathy for the beleaguered wrestler, Helen simply reached down over the top rope and
grabbed onto Maggie's hair with both hands. Much to the champion's chagrin, Helen began to pull her up
yet again, Maggie rising tediously, her body wracked with pain.
Helen pulled on Maggie's hair, hauling her beefy body upward until she eventually got her to her feet.
Maggie was very shaky and held onto the top rope for support, but she was upright. She now stood on the
ring apron outside of the ropes and facing inward, while Helen stood inside the ropes, facing outward.
They were again staring into each other's eyes, but this time Maggie gave no smirk, no sneer, no protest.
In fact, her face was blank, almost lifeless. Her eyes twinkled under the lights, but her bruised body
looked completely spent, her expression vacant.
Helen however smiled corruptly as stepped to the side, and then pulled down on Maggie's hair with a
forceful yank, pressing down on the back of her head. Maggie's upper body was forced into the ring and
sent plunging downward, her stomach resting against the top rope. Her legs were then forced into the air,
the top rope sinking as it supported her weight. Her body was pulled down against it, but then launched
into the air, her arms and legs flailing as she soared before flipping over and landing painfully on her tail
bone.
The crowd again roared as Maggie's mouth fell open upon impact and she let out a weak sigh before her
body settled against the mat. She was a mess. Her entire body was red and slick with sweat. Her hair
was messed and sticking up away from her head on the top where Helen had yanked on it. She laid on her
back, her arms stretched over her head as her large chest heaved up and down. Her legs were sprawled
beneath her, one bent at the knee, the other stretched to the side.
Helen moved in, circling her prey like a vulture as she surveyed Maggie's body. She slowly moved closer,
almost taunting Maggie with her slow, deliberate movements. But as she got within inches of Maggie,
miraculously the champion thrust her arm and grabbed hold of Helen's ankle.
The challenger was startled at first, thinking Magie was finished. But she then quickly and forcefully
began to shake her leg, and it didn't take much effort to free herself from Maggie's grasp. As soon as she
did however, she began to smile. Maggie was still fighting back she thought, which gave her an excuse to
continue to torture her, not that Helen needed any excuse. Besides, what better way to win the
championship than to do it convincingly.
So with Maggie's grip broken, Helen reached down and secured a grip on her left wrist. She then pulled
Maggie up by her left arm, causing Maggie's left side to be fully extended and very vulnerable. Always
one to take advantage of an opening, Helen rammed the heel of her boot into Maggie's ribcage. Maggie
grunted and slumped downward, but Helen simply yanked her up again and onto feet.
Helen then positioned herself so that her back was facing Maggie, and she reached back over her
shoulder, grabbing two handfuls of Maggie's hair. Helen then rushed forward a couple of steps, and with
a quick and mighty tug, flipped Maggie over her shoulder by the hair.
The champion soared through the air, landing on her back and sliding across the ring into the corner. But
Helen immediately charged over to her and again plucked her off of the mat by the hair. Setting herself in
front of Maggie again, Helen tossed her across her shoulder once more, repeating the maneuver. The
crowd jumped to their feet as the red, white and blue clad champion again flipped in midair before
crashing to the canvas.
Helen repeated the flip three more times, as if to declare her dominance of the dizzied champion who
looked more sloppy and inept with each toss. Maggie rolled onto her side and sat upright after the last
flip, her eyes rolling as her chest heaved up and down from her heavy breathing. Maggie's thoughts were
jumbled and confused from the brisk pace and sheer number of flips, and she sat upright more because her
momentum carried her that way, as opposed to by her own choice. But she would have not time to recover
as the feisty and vicious Helen was soon right on top of her once again.
This time Helen came up from behind the seated Maggie and planted her knee between Maggie's shoulder
blades while reaching forward across her shoulders and again grabbing hold of her wrists. She clenched
onto Maggie's left wrist with her right hand, and her right wrist with her left hand, allowing her to pull
backward on Maggie's thick arms, criss-crossing them in front of her.
As Helen drew back harder on Maggie's wrists, her arms were now crossed up at her neck as Helen pulled
her wrists over each of her shoulders. Helen wedged her knee tightly into Maggie's back for leverage as
she continued to draw back on Maggie's arms.
The crowd cheered, and few chuckles could even be heard as Maggie's own arms began to choke her. To
increase the pressure, Helen removed her knee from between Maggie's shoulder blades, and instead
planted her foot, allowing her to pull back even harder.
Helen's fans delighted in her prowess, but to Maggie, it was quite embarrassing and painful. She was
kneeling upright, her shoulders arched from the force of Helen's foot planted in her back, and her two
arms pulled back across her body, over her shoulders.
The pain in Maggie's arms began to increase, and her face revealed the pain she was in. Realizing that
this was a submission hold, Desiree moved closer and checked Maggie's face to insure that she had not
submitted. But as Helen continued to yank on Maggie's arms, the pain spread to the champion's
shoulders, feeling as if her limbs were about to be ripped from their sockets.
But just as it seemed Maggie could take no more, Helen released her arms and sent them dropping down
toward the floor, hanging feebly at her sides. Maggie was completely spent. Her arms were literally
numb and she could not lift them. She barely had the strength to keep herself kneeling upright as her
body began to gradually waver from side to side.
Helen got to her feet and waved her arms over her head to incite the crowd. But as she did that, her mind
was racing. She had used her martial arts skills in the match, put her boxing skills on display, showcased
some of her new found strength and clearly outwrestled the champion. It was obvious that the
championship was now hers and that Maggie was finished. But she wanted to end the match in a
memorable way. She wanted to pin Maggie in a way which people would remember long after the match
was over.
What should she do, she thought to herself. Then her mind turned back to the first match between the two
of them. At the end of that match, she had had tried to smother Maggie with her chest for the final pin,
but the desperate veteran bit breast so hard that she had to relent and free her. And to add insult to injury,
Maggie was then able to turn the tables and end the match by smothering Helen with her own large chest
instead. Helen remembered how angry it had made her that Maggie turned the tables, and so now it was
time to get her final revenge.
So as Maggie knelt upright, Helen walked around in front of her and stood just a foot or so away. She
then raised her left foot and planted the sole of her boot directly between Maggie's two drooping breasts.
Staring down at the conquered Maggie, Helen snickered before thrusting her leg forward and knocking
Maggie onto her back near the middle of the ring.
As Maggie lay sprawled on the canvas, Helen skipped to the corner and began her descent to the top rope.
Reaching it, she balanced herself as she stood there, and then began to pound on her chest like a cave
woman, exclaiming her dominance.
Maggie looked up at her assailant as the crowd roared their approval, and realized that her reign as
champion had come to an end. She had nothing left, not even enough strength to roll herself out of the
way from inevitable splash which was just seconds away.
Her swollen body shimmered from the emanation of perspiration which now seemed to flow freely from
her sweat glands, and it was obvious that she had been on the receiving end of much of the punishment in
the match as she waited to be squashed.
Helen on the other hand, had the appearance of a conqueror. As she stood on the top ropes, her arms
stretched over her head as she enjoyed the roars of appreciation, she looked majestic. Her perspiration
soaked suit clung tightly to her taut body and there wasn't a man in the crowd who wasn't dreaming of
spending the night with her. But the most impressed and the most aroused person in the arena wasn't a
man at all. Fire, who ogled her lover with a passionate stare, was the most titillated of all.
As she stood there, Helen came to not only enjoy the cheers, but to espouse them. Though she was not
much interested in the reactions of the crowd in the past, the satisfaction of knowing she was about to
become champion had allowed her to enjoy the crowd for the first time in her career.
Finally, she took one deep breath, bent her legs at the knee and leaped into the air. She spread her arms
in a perfect swan dive as she ascended a few feet before beginning her descent. Maggie's eyes were wide
open as she watched Helen plunge toward her, but she was powerless to resist. The cheers grew louder as
Helen finally landed smack in the middle of Maggie's outstretched body, plastering her to the mat.
Helen bounced off of the champion a few times before settling back against her. She then grabbed each of
Maggie's wrists and pulled her arms out to her sides and over her heads, pinning them to the mat. She
then wrapped each of her legs beneath Maggie's, pulling them apart as well. She had now trapped
Maggie in a Grapevine pin.
The crowd roared as Helen's body was pressed down upon and intertwined with Maggie's fully extended
frame. Her upper body however was still lifted enough for her to look down into Maggie's eyes as her
large chest hung ominously over Maggie's face.
"Lights out on the old, fat champion!" Helen exclaimed before lowering her chest down onto Maggie's
face. Helen's impressive bosom completely engulfed Maggie's head, but the champion had no fight left in
her. She attempted to roll her head from side to side to try to escape the suffocating bust of her opponent,
but it was in vain. She was trapped beneath Helen's two sweaty mounds of flesh, and she could not
breathe.
Desiree dove down next to them and checked Maggie's shoulders. They were obviously flattened to the
mat, and so she began her count. Quickly and easily, the count was concluded and Maggie's reign as
champion had come to an end. But since her entire head was completely engulfed by Helen's chest, she
did not hear the roar of the crowd as Desiree slowly got to her feet and the bell rang, marking the
changing of the guard.
In fact, Maggie had a more immediate issue, in that she was almost completely out of breathe as her body
began to quiver from the lack of oxygen. Desiree looked down and immediately warned Helen to get off
of her. But defiant as always, Helen refused, as Maggie began to twitch more aggressively from the
smother. Desiree screamed another warning to her, "Last warning Helen!" but Helen did not
immediately free the suffocating Maggie, who tried desperately to struggle, but her outstretched body was
held tightly in place by the Grapevine hold of Helen. Just as Desiree was about to intervene however, the
new champion reluctantly lifted her imposing chest off of Maggie's face as the now ex champion rolled
pathetically onto her side, panting and gasping for air.
Helen quickly pushed herself up onto her feet as Desiree disgustedly grabbed hold of her wrist and raised
Helen's arm over her head. Desiree's expression and disinterest as she held Helen's arm aloft was clear
indication of her dissatisfaction with having to proclaim Helen the new champion, but unbeknownst to her
was the fact that Helen had planted her foot onto Maggie's throat in the process and was pressing down on
it. The defiled Maggie gurgled before beginning to flail her arms and kick her legs, gaining Desiree's
attention as Helen removed her foot, the ref casting an angry glare at the vicious brunette.
Just then Fire began to climb through the ropes to congratulate her sweetheart. As Desiree began to lower
Helen's arm, Fire approached and walked right across Maggie's stomach, getting in the final blow of the
evening. Maggie whined and wrapped her arms around her battered belly as Fire wrapped her arms
around Helen and lifted her a few inches off of the ground. Helen smiled and waved to the cheering
throng as Maggie was dragged to the corner and worked on by the first aid crew.
The announcer then made his way into the ring to proclaim the new regime.
"THE WINNER AND NEW POWA CHAMPION!!!!...... THE VIVACIOUS ....... AND VICIOUS
...........HELEN!!!
Helen was then given the championship belt to the roars of the crowd, and she wore it proudly while on
her way back the dressing room, with Fire following closely behind. The cheers and congratulatory
gestures from the vast majority of the fans was testament to the fact that the crowd had embraced Helen as
the new champ while forsaking the former champ, who suffered in silence in the corner of the ring.
It took almost a full 10 minutes before Maggie could even be helped to her feet. The look in her eyes told
of her disappointment, her pain, her physical and emotional exhaustion as she stood with her arms draped
across the shoulders of two of the assistants. She was gradually helped back to her dressing room, which
was a slow and arduous process, a very small portion of the crowd giving her a polite cheer as she was
helped up the aisle.
It took several minutes to reach the dressing room area, but as they did, Maggie received her first
indication that things had changed. As she was helped past Helen's dressing room, she noticed that the
room was chock full of white Lilies, Helen's favorite flower. And as she reached her own dressing room,
she saw only one single Sunflower sitting on the dressing table where she left it, already beginning to wilt.
As she struggled to lay her battered body down on the massage table, she heard the celebration going on
in the next room. She rolled painfully onto her back and asked to be alone. She laid on her back, her
body in agony, her disappointment indescribable. Once the door was closed and she was all by herself,
Maggie began to sniffle, which gradually led to a weep and eventually to loud, distraught bawling. She
covered her face with her hands, her chest heaving and bouncing as she cried out loud.
Her reign as champion had come to an end just as she was beginning to enjoy herself. Being champion
had made her feel, for the first time in her life, like she had truly accomplished something spectacular.
She felt as if people had looked at her with respect, but now it was all gone. She continued to blubber as
the music and celebration coming from the room to her right, drowned out her cries.
And little did she know that in the room to her left, an angry Marisol cursed Helen for defeating Maggie
and taking her crown. Marisol wanted that pleasure, and the fact that she no longer would have that
chance made her angry. She cursed Helen, but even more so, she cursed Maggie.
