Marisol finished her work-out and grabbed a towel from the nearby chair to dry off. Wiping herself off she walked back toward the family room of her home. As she approached it, a wide smile appeared on her face as she heard the television set on. She wrapped the towel around her neck and walked into the room. Just as she suspected, there was her husband Hector, gleefully watching the videotape she had given him for Valentine's Day. She stood quietly in the back of the room, trying not to be noticed as Hector sat staring intently at the TV. "Oh my God!" Hector muttered to himself, "this is incredible". Unable to contain herself, Marisol walked in laughing before she sat on his lap. "Ah, my beautiful amazon warrior!", Hector announced affectionately as he planted a passionate kiss on her lips. "Are you watching this again?", she giggled playfully, "you must have seen this 100 times". Hector gazed into her eyes and replied, "and it gets better every time my love. Here, check this out!", he said as hit the "slow" button on the remote control. "The Puerto Rican Crucifixion! Now how many men are lucky enough to have their wives invent a wrestling move just for them? And such a devious, painful move too!". Marisol glanced over at the TV and watched as the slow motion picture played. There she was, holding her neighbor Maggie’s ankles as she pressed her legs into the air. "Look at your glistening body!," Hector said fondly, "you are a Goddess!". They both snickered at the screen as Maggie's body flipped over the top rope, and then dangled outside of the ring, her sweaty body bruised and limp as it hung from the ropes. "This is definitely the best present I have ever gotten my amazon princess!", Hector uttered as he gently lowered his wife to the floor and began to make passionate love to her as the tape played on in the background.

Next door, Maggie and John were just sitting down to dinner. Maggie had a small salad, no dressing as John munched on McDonalds. "You know Mag, if I didn't know better I'd say you were getting into fighting shape." John said sarcastically, oblivious to the impact of his remarks. Maggie began to choke on her salad, surprised by his flippant comment. John had no idea the match had even taken place, never mind the result of it, and was surprised by Maggie's reaction to his comment. "I just mean that you look great lately, you okay hon?" he asked as his wife took a sip of water. Why do you say that?" Maggie questioned him. "Just because I want to look good doesn't mean I'm wrestling again." she replied defensively. John was surprised at how snippy she had become, unaware of the circumstances. "I was just joking Maggie", he said before resuming his dinner. Maggie tried to downplay the whole situation and continued eating her salad, nervously peeking at her husband and wondering if he knew what was going on. She had retired from wrestling several years ago, much to John's chagrin, and to the best of his knowledge, was still retired. What John didn't know was that she had ended her retirement to settle the feud with her hated neighbor Marisol, with disastrous results. It was the end of June, summertime, and it had been over 4 months since Maggie and Marisol had squared off on that fateful day. The two rivals had agreed to settle their differences in an "anything goes" wrestling match which they agreed to videotape, the winner keeping the tape as a gift for her husband. Seeing the contrast of the activity in the 2 homes, it was obvious who won the match. Not only had Marisol won, but she had dominated and humiliated her neighbor. Over 4 months had passed and Maggie's physical wounds had long since healed, but her emotional scars still ran deep. It had taken her several weeks to recover from the physical beating, and a couple more weeks to overcome the feeling of failure. But once those passed, Maggie became a driven woman. She promised herself to seek revenge for the degradation she had suffered, and to present her husband with a videotape of it. In order to accomplish her goal, Maggie had worked hard to get herself in shape, shaving 15 lbs. off of her flabby frame. Her husband and Hector were scheduled to leave on a business trip on Monday, so Maggie readied herself for the retaliation.

The weekend went by quickly and Monday had come. John and Hector walked out of their homes on Monday morning to leave for the airport as their wives stood in their respective doorways to see them off. John climbed into the car first, but before Hector got in he glanced back at his wife, and then gazed across at Maggie. Maggie turned away nervously as Hector smiled at her, hoping that the rematch would take place in his absence. It would be a two week trip, plenty of time for the two women to hook up, he though to himself as he lowered himself into the car. As the car pulled away, Maggie quickly made her way over to her neighbors house, just as Hector had hoped. Marisol waited for her, expecting the inevitable challenge. "Saturday night" said Maggie, "same rules, same deal". "Done!", answered Marisol, "be here at 8 PM". That was all it took, and with that Maggie walked back to her house and closed the door behind her. Maggie's preparations were quite different from the first match. She spent several hours each night working out and preparing herself for battle. She did, however arrange to have her body waxed and her hair and make-up done just as she had done for the first match, but she took everything else very seriously. Marisol however was more prepared as well. She had a big wrestling tournament coming up, and she had worked herself into the best shape of her life. The week passed in a blur for both women and Marisol found herself answering the doorbell on Saturday night. The two women walked up the "wrestling room" in Marisol's house and retreated into the dressing rooms. After a few minutes they each came out and climbed up into the ring. Marisol took the opportunity to rub some salt in Maggie's wounds by explaining the new video set-up. "Hector was so impressed by the first tape, that he spent $20,000 to have the video equipment updated. He said he wants to see the suffering in your face up close this time." she said deviously. "There are two new cameras, each programmed to zoom in as close as possible to the action. Whichever has the red light lit is the one that is filming" she barked, and then turned and walked toward the corner of the ring. Maggie followed her lead and retreated to the opposite corner of the ring. It was obvious that Maggie had been working hard to get herself in shape. She stood 5’6" and weighed 160 lbs., 10 lbs. less then she weighed the first time she faced Marisol Although still slightly flabby, her body was in much better shape than the last time. She did not, however learn her lesson about her attire. She wore a white, metallic-like bikini with matching, fingers gloves which went three-quarters of the way up her arm. The top of the suit was minuscule, and did little to cover her drooping, 38 inch chest. The bottom of the suit was also tiny, and offered little coverage. It was a very sexy outfit, but might have been a little too scant for Maggie's full-figured form. Maggie's short black hair shined and her finger and toe nails were French manicured to compliment her attire. Marisol also wore a bikini, but hers made quite a different impression. It offered good support of her curvaceous form, while still appearing sexy. It too was white, but made of cotton. Marisol wore no make-up and her short nails were trimmed. Despite her lack of cosmetics, Marisol was still the more attractive of the two. Her body especially emphasized that fact. She stood 5'5" and weighed a very healthy 140 lbs. Her arms and legs revealed a slight hint of muscles which added to her seductive appearance. It was obvious she was in great shape. The two grapplers concluded their preparations and then stared across at each other. Marisol nodded her head to Maggie who nodded back, acknowledging the start of the match.

The two women moved cautiously as they each walked slowly out of their respective corners and slowly circled around each other. They moved deliberately, glaring into each others eyes for almost a full minute. Finally Maggie made the first move and lunged toward Marisol, who reacted quickly. The two locked arms and began their struggle. As they battled for position, Maggie jerked her head backward and then forward, lunging toward Marisol's face. She rammed the top of her head directly between Marisol's eyes, stunning the raven-haired beauty who stumbled backward. Marisol covered her eyes with her hands and wandered aimlessly backward, wounded by the violent blow. Maggie quickly ran up to her and planted her feet, standing in front of the teetering Marisol. She then raised her leg and launched her knee into Marisol's unsuspecting belly, causing Marisol to double over and let out a loud groan. Maggie then reached down and grabbed a handful of Marisol's long, red hair and straightened her up. She prepared to launch another knee into Marisol's stomach, but Marisol reacted first by sending an uppercut into Maggie's tummy as she was pulled upward. Maggie hunched forward, but quickly pulled herself together and sent a straight jab back into Marisol's midsection. The muscular wrestler took a step back, but abruptly stopped, stepped forward and sent a powerful uppercut into Maggie's fleshy paunch. Maggie bowed forward, covering her stomach with her hands. Marisol rubbed her eyes, trying to clear her blurry vision as Maggie gingerly straightened herself up. Maggie took a deep breath and sent a weak punch into Marisol's abdomen, but this time the well-conditioned Marisol barely reacted. Instead she immediately responded a forceful knee-lift into Maggie's abdomen. The blow knocked Maggie backward and she grunted from the force of the impact while folding over. Marisol stumbled up toward her and, reaching down, grabbed hold of her hair with both hands. She straightened Maggie up and then lunged her head forward, copying the head-butt that Maggie had just done to her. Maggie shuffled back against the ropes, her head clouded and her stomach aching. Marisol too was groggy, but she had a warrior's will and ignored her pain while moving in for the attack. Pressing her head into Maggie's chest, she propelled it forward, forcing Maggie's upper body to become erect. Maggie's large breasts engulfed Marisol's head as she cocked her arms and began to launch a barrage of punches into the brunette's gut. Marisol's arms worked like pistons, landing shot after shot into Maggie's fleshy belly, Maggie grunting upon each impact, her stomach dancing wildly. Marisol kept head buried in Maggie's chest, holding her large target in place. After pounding away at the battered midsection with countless blows, she stepped back, pulling her head out of Maggie's chest. Maggie toppled over like a freshly cut tree, rolling onto her side and hugging her middle with her arms.

Marisol walked toward the ropes and grabbed hold with one hand, shaking her head to clear it. She was still feeling the effects of the head-butt which caused a dull pain in her head. She took some time to shake off the pain, and then marched forward to resume the attack. Maggie was suffering, her stomach burning and bright red from the pounding it had taken. Regardless, she managed to push herself up onto her knees, but got no further than that as Marisol approached. Maggie was kneeling upright and trying to recuperate, but Marisol rushed forward and kicked her leg out in front of her, smashing the ball of her foot just below Maggie's ribcage. Maggie folded over and then tumbled onto her side, moaning and whimpering while Marisol escalated the attack. With her foot, she pushed Maggie onto her back causing her arms to fall lethargically over her head. Her stagnant, white body settled against the canvas while her large breasts drooped on either side of her, no support offered by her flimsy top. Marisol stepped away, walking toward the corner where she stopped to rest. She looked up at the camera and noticed the lens zooming in on Maggie's lifeless body. The light reflecting off of Maggie's white, metallic suit and matching gloves caused them to twinkle as her drooping chest heaved up and down from her heavy breathing. Her stomach was flame red from the beating it had endured and Maggie was motionless as the camera zoomed in on her. Having allowed enough time for the camera to capture her victim's entire body, Marisol walked alongside her outstretched body and stomped the heel of her foot into Maggie's belly. Instead of pulling it back however, she held it there and then lifted her other foot off of the mat, placing all of her weight on Maggie's mangled midsection. Marisol stood up on one leg, wobbling back and forth to keep her balance as Maggie's fleshy paunch wavered uncontrollably from the strain of Marisol's weight pressed against it. Maggie coughed and wheezed, trying to force Marisol off of her, but to no avail. Maggie grew desperate, waving her arms ferociously at Marisol's legs to try and knock her off, but Marisol laughed as if she were on a ride, balancing her weight to stay up. Finally, she had enough and stepped off, leaving Maggie to roll on her side, moaning in pain.

Despite all of her hard work and new and improved body, Maggie was in the same position she had been in during the first match, and Marisol seemed even more determined to annihilate her this time. She walked down to Maggie's feet and grabbed hold of her ankles, pulling them into the air. She then flipped the brunette onto her stomach and dropped her legs to the canvas. Marisol took two steps forward so that her feet now straddled Maggie's lower back as she looked down at her shoulders. She then knelt down, placing a knee on either side of Maggie. Reaching forward, she grabbed Maggie's arms and pulled them behind her, criss-crossing them across her back. She pulled them as tightly together as she could, and then lifted her butt in the air and sat down on top of them. She moved her legs in tightly up against the side of Maggie's body so that her arms were now trapped beneath her and held in place. Leaning forward, she then grabbed a handful of Maggie's hair and plucked her head into the air. She pulled back as far as she could, the strain in Maggie's face obvious. Marisol pulled back with all of her might causing Maggie's face to become distorted from the pressure, her chest starting to wriggle free from her top. She held in place for a few seconds so the camera could get a shot, and then slammed it downward, driving Maggie's face into the mat. "UUMMMPPPHHH" moaned Maggie as her face was squashed against the canvas, but Marisol forcefully yanked it up again. She drove it downward again, squashing it into the ground, but again, yanked it back up. She kept this up seven or eight more times, Maggie's head appearing to be on a spring as it was yanked up and then smashed down, over and over. Finally relenting, Marisol released Maggie's hair and dropped her mashed head to the canvas before pushing herself up onto her feet. She then kicked Maggie in the side, knocking her over and onto her back. As Maggie rolled over, her breasts danced free from beneath her top, wobbling back and forth before they dropped to her sides. Marisol again stepped away and let the camera get a close-up, this time of a topless, debilitated Maggie. Maggie was oblivious. Stars circled before her eyes and she wasn't able to gather her thoughts. Her ears were buzzing and she was unaware that her chest was now on display for the camera. Marisol gave her a few more seconds to gather herself, before strutting over to her, but Maggie was to oblivious to take advantage of the time.

Marisol walked alongside her and then lifted her right foot in the air, directly over Maggie's left breast. She placed her foot directly on top of it and then raised her left foot in the air and planted it on Maggie's right breast. She stood on top of Maggie's mounds of flesh, holding her arms out to her side to balance herself. She looked up into the camera and smiled. "See Hector, and you said I didn't know how to surf!" she said mockingly as she gazed into the camera, blowing kisses. She then jumped off of Maggie and walked around her body. She stopped at Maggie's feet and reached down and grabbed her by the ankles. She dragged her body over toward the ropes and then lifted her legs into the air upon reaching them. Maggie's legs rose straight up into the air before Marisol tossed both of them over the ropes, bending them at the knee so that they rested on the top rope. She then lifted the middle rope on the outside of the ring, pulling it into the air over the top rope. She then let go, sending the middle rope snapping down over the top one and clamping Maggie's legs in place. Maggie's hung suspended upside down, her breasts now drooping toward her face, her arms hanging down from her body and resting on the mat. Marisol moved closer, standing in front of the suspended woman. She looked down into her glazed eyes and then began to stomp her foot into Maggie's defenseless stomach. Maggie's body wiggled wildly with each kick, her baggy skin trembling and quivering while her huge breasts bounced up and down. Marisol landed kick after kick, ramming her foot into the mangled woman's body without mercy. She finally relented and again walked away and stood in the corner, watching as Maggie's quivering body slowly settled down.

Again the camera zoomed in and filmed the degraded woman as she hung upside down. The camera focused on her large, sweaty breasts which hung within inches of her face. It moved up her bruised body which hung helplessly from the ropes. Finally Marisol again walked over to resume her assault. Reaching down, she grabbed hold of Maggie's gloves and pulled them off of her arms. She took them in her hands and then tossed them on the floor next to Maggie's head. She then knelt down, placing her right knee on top of Maggie's left hand and vice versa before looking her in the eye. Maggie looked back with a defeated and pained expression on her face, but Maggie simply smiled back unsympathetically. Maggie's hands began to ache as the weight of Marisol's knees mashed them into the mat. Marisol then cocked her arm behind her and began to pound away on Maggie's stomach. She exchanged punches, right then left then right, over and over. Maggie's body shook like jelly with each punch as she grunted from the impact of each vicious punch. The sound of skin striking skin made a sickening echo through the large room as Marisol continued to pummel Maggie's paunch. Finally Marisol, in a rare show of mercy, relented and removed her knees from Maggie's hands. But before rising to her feet, she opened her fists and with her open hand, began to smack the outside of Maggie's breasts. Maggie was in agony, her chest becoming bright red, which matched her battered stomach, as Marisol peppered it with slaps. The sound was even louder than the punches as Maggie's eyes teared and she began to sob. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she sobbed quietly, but Marisol ignored her cries. Nonetheless, she stopped slapping and pushed herself up onto her feet. She looked down at Maggie's upended body, her breasts still bouncing, but flaming red from the attack. She decided to free her from the ropes, pulling them apart and yanking Maggie's legs from beneath them, tossing them into the ring. Maggie's body landed in a heap as she curled into a ball and continued sobbing.

Maggie was in torturous pain, but she hoped that the nightmare would seen be coming to an end. She prayed that Marisol would pin her and end her misery. Marisol seemed to have every intention of doing that, but then looked up into the camera and smiled. "I almost forgot Hector, I have a new one move to show you" she said gleefully before sauntering back over the embattled Maggie. She grabbed her by the ankle and dragged her devastated body back over toward the ropes. Hauling her leg into the air, Marisol dropped Maggie's foot on the top rope and held it in place with one hand. She then bent down and grabbed one of Maggie's gloves which lay on the mat below her. She picked it up and then tied Maggie's ankle to the rope with it. Completing the knot, she stepped aside as one of Maggie's legs hung from the rope while the other dangled helplessly to the side. She grabbed the ankle of the dangling leg and began to pull it in toward the center of the ring. "I call this one Hector's Wishbone, so make a wish sweetey!" Marisol yelled into the camera. She then tugged on Marisol's leg, yanking it further away from the ropes. Maggie was a relatively dexterous woman when she was younger, but her ability to do splits had ended many years ago. Nonetheless, Marisol was determined to pull her legs as far apart as was possible. She continued to tug on Maggie's leg pulling it further across the ring, lifting her body off of the mat as her two legs were pulled apart. Maggie began to scream, softly at first, but the intensity building as her legs were pulled further apart. The rope to which one of Maggie's legs were tied stretched in toward the ring, but Marisol just pulled harder until eventually Maggie's legs were spread wide open. Maggie was now squealing in pain as her legs felt as if they were about to be yanked from their sockets. Her crotch was wide open and the skimpy bikini bottom was barely covering her private parts. The thigh muscles on the back of Maggie's legs seemed like they were about to burst through her skin as they were stretched to their limit. Maggie's legs looked like giant rubber bands, and they were about to snap. Marisol gave one last tug and then held the stretched leg in place, trying not to move. Detecting the absence of movement, the camera zoomed in on the extended lower portion of Maggie's body. Her legs quivered as Marisol held them spread as wide as they could go, her upper body dangling below her. Her white skin was marred with red blotches and bruises, but her inner thighs were still white and pure as her legs were yanked from their sockets. It was quite a sight as Maggie's bare, crimson breasts sagged down toward her face while her legs were spread wide open.

It was the most humiliating thing Maggie had ever had done to her and she began to cry uncontrollably as her body could bear no more. She felt herself getting light-headed, but just before she passed out, Marisol let go of her leg and sent her ricocheting back toward the side of the ring. She snapped back against the ropes before settling beneath them, her body suspended below her trapped leg. Marisol slowly walked over and untied the leg, releasing Maggie's body as it dropped to the mat in a heap. She then dragged her corpselike body back toward the center of the ring and dropped it. Maggie was now spread eagle, her back pressed against the mat as her arms lay limply over her head. She was perspiring heavily and her bruised body began to emanate the scent of body odor from her armpits. Marisol walked over and placed her knees down on Maggie's shoulders and began to count. She counted slowly, clearly and deliberately, reaching ten before pushing herself up onto her feet. She blew a kiss into the camera and then climbed out of the ring and walked into the dressing room. The camera zoomed in on Maggie, who was bawling uncontrollably and struggling to cover herself.

Marisol had earned another gift for her husband, one she was sure he would enjoy. Maybe even more so from the first. It had everything he liked, violence, nudity, domination and of course, Marisol. She was proud of herself as she showered and changed, leaving her neighbor to wallow in her pain as the camera continued to film her.

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