It was a sweltering Thursday afternoon in July, and the heat drove Maggie from the house. She sat in a lounge chair on her back patio, reading a book, taking the sun and trying to take her mind off of her numerous troubles. She was home because she had been laid off from her job several weeks before. Although well educated and intelligent, Maggie had never been able to land a decent job, until her last one. She had been in that position for about a year and although not very well paying, she felt that over time she could do very well there. Unfortunately the company was having financial difficulties and although Maggie was a valued employee, the numerous amount of sick days she had taken as a result of her wrestling was the deciding factor in her being included in the downsizing. To add to her woes, her husband John who was a salesman for a women’s swimwear company, was having a difficult time attracting new clients and not earning as much as he had in the past. As a result, Maggie and John were struggling financially. In order to try and improve his sales, John had left on Sunday for a month long business trip to California and Hawaii, in hopes of landing some new accounts. The plan was for Maggie to meet John halfway through the trip in Hawaii in order for the two of them to spend some time together. Since John’s hotel room would be paid for and his expenses covered, the only expense was Maggie’s airplane ticket. Even though it was quite expensive and would just about drain them of any available cash, they agreed that it was worth the expense for the sake of their mental health and their marriage. The night before John was to leave however, they had a terrible rainstorm, not uncommon for the hot and hazy summer they were experiencing at home. The torrential downpour caused their aging roof to leak, and forced Maggie and John from their bed. Consequently, the two of them spent John’s last night at home in different rooms of the house in order to avoid the waterfall in their bedroom. But despite all of the negative influences and their string of horrendous luck, John departed the next morning with the understanding that he would meet Maggie in Hawaii in two weeks.

Maggie could see that John was visibly upset about the problems with the roof, and concerned about leaving her alone in the leaky house. His concerns were legitimized by the rainstorm Maggie had to endure on her first night alone. Not only did her bedroom leak, but every room on the second floor became a shower. Distraught, Maggie pulled out pots, pans and buckets to save the furniture, and then placed a desperate call to a local roofing company. The foreman came the next day and gave Maggie an estimate to replace the roof. The amount of the estimate was almost exactly the same as the cost of Maggie’s airline ticket, so reluctantly she agreed to have the foreman start the job the next day. That morning Maggie called the airline and canceled her ticket. Her vacation now history, Maggie grew concerned about the effect this would have on John. She decided to tell him that she could not go because she had several promising interviews lined up, rather than upset him any further about the roof. Her hope was that when he finally came home that she would be able to surprise him with a new roof and one less thing to worry about. The workmen arrived on Tuesday morning and spent the next two and a half days ripping the old, worn-out roof off of their home. That brings us back to the start of the story, Thursday afternoon. They broke for lunch at about 12:00, just as Maggie headed outside to read and take some sun. Her skin was pale white from the strain of the past few weeks, and she needed to relax and soak up some of the beautiful sunshine. Maggie lost herself in her book, and after awhile looked down at her watch and noticed that it was 2:30. It had been two and half hours since the men had taken their lunch break, but there was still no sign of them. Maggie lifted her head and noticed the sound of loud music and men laughing coming from her neighbor’s yard. It was Marisol’s yard, and although Maggie detested her neighbor, she nonetheless decided to walk over and see what was going on. She was aghast to find the bikini-clad Marisol entertaining the workmen in her backyard. She had the barbecue going and all of the men were drinking beer and having a great time, and right in the middle of it all was Marisol. Maggie was furious and stormed into Marisol’s yard and confronted her enemy. "What do you think you are doing?" she asked Marisol pointedly. "Oh hello Maggie, care to join us?" replied Marisol sarcastically. "These men are supposed to be working on my roof, leave them alone!" Maggie shouted. The confrontation drew the attention of the 5 or 6 men who formed a loose circle around the two women. "I’m not forcing them to stay, they came over on their own", said Marisol wryly. Maggie then turned to the foreman, "you have to get back to work, I need this roof fixed" she pleaded. "Okay, give us a few minutes" he replied sheepishly, and with that Maggie turned and walked back to her house.

About 20 minutes later, Maggie saw the men start to pack up their tools and load them into the truck. She ran up to the foreman and asked him what they were doing. "We’re going to call it a day, the boys have had too much too drink" he answered, and with that they finished loading up the trucks and pulled away, leaving Maggie standing there in shock. The next morning, Maggie had a job interview, and left the house at 10:00 AM. The men had arrived early and were working for over an hour by the time she left. Feeling relieved, Maggie left the house, confident that the episode of the prior day had been an isolated incident. She was gone for several hours and returned by mid afternoon, only to find no more work done than when she had left and a repeat of the prior day’s events. Again she stormed over to Marisol’s yard and confronted the foreman. "Are you going to get any work done today?" she asked him sharply. He shook his head and smiled, "Nah, we’re done for the day, we’ll be back tomorrow though" he said before returning to the party. Maggie sent an icy stare at her neighbor who smiled smugly back at her. She then marched back to her house and went inside. She and Marisol had a long and violent history. The two women had wrestled against each twice in the past year, with Marisol winning both times. Not only had Marisol won, but she had abused and humiliated Maggie in the process. Maggie however had gotten some vengeance just last month when she defeated Marisol’s daughter Rosalie at the arena. Marisol was incensed after that match and seemed determined to punish Maggie any way she could. Marisol had now made the feud personal by disrupting the work on her home and Maggie realized that if the situation continued, she would have to do something about it. She had planned to have another re-match against Marisol but wasn’t quite ready yet. Unfortunately, she feared that would probably be the only solution. Saturday and Sunday were both rainy days, and no further work took place on Maggie’s roof. In fact she spent most of the time mopping her wet floor and emptying buckets of water.

The rain finally subsided at about midnight on Sunday, and Maggie was able to eventually get to sleep. She slept until 10:00 AM on Monday, which was a sunny, hot and humid day, and the men arrived before she awoke to begin work. Maggie was comforted by the fact that twice as many men were present than had been last week, all of them working on her roof. She rolled out of bed and spent about an hour doing calisthenics and stretching exercises. She then had a leisurely breakfast, changed into a pink tank top and a pair of shorts and went outside to sit in her backyard and take the sun. She was uncomfortable about being on display in front of the workers, but she hoped to draw the men’s attention away from Marisol. Shortly after she settled in however, she noticed that it was quiet and work had stopped. She looked at her watch, which read 11:30, before hearing the sounds of music and laughter coming from Marisol’s yard. She tried to ignore it and give the men a chance to come back to work on their own, hoping for the best. Without John there to guide her, Maggie had paid the entire bill up front and therefore had no leverage with the roofing company. She sat in the sun for over two hours, but by 2:00 she realized that they weren’t coming back . She knew that the only way she was going to put and end to this fiasco was to confront Marisol once and for all. She marched over to Marisol’s yard, knowing full well the result of her actions. She walked up to her neighbor and standing directly in her face threatened, "You better leave these men alone, or else!". "Or else what!" shot back Marisol. Maggie looked her over nervously and hesitated. Finally she yelled, "Or else I’ll make you leave them alone!" she retorted. Marisol smiled widely, "And how are you going to do that?" she asked, coercing Maggie. Maggie did not respond, she simply stood with her hands on her hips and stared angrily at Marisol as the men gathered around to witness the showdown. "Well?" asked Marisol threateningly. Maggie looked nervously around at the crowd of men and then turned to Marisol, "I’ll make you, don’t worry how" she responded sheepishly. "Why don’t we settle this like adults" Marisol offered. Although Maggie dreaded this moment, she had expected it. "Fine!" she replied. "Why don’t you go get yourself ready and come over in an hour?" Marisol suggested, as Maggie turned and stomped away. "You boys are in for a treat!" Marisol said playfully to the men as she turned to walk in the house. She signaled the foreman to come over and then whispered in his ear before she went inside. He ran excitedly over to the rest of the men and told them what was going on before running for his cellular phone to call all of the other work crews.

Maggie simmered as she gathered her wrestling suit and then took a quick shower. She began to think about what lie ahead and what had lead up to it. She had wrestled against Marisol the first time, not only because of their hatred for each other, but also for her husband John. John used to love to watch Maggie wrestle, but after she retired he seemed to be depressed. Eventually he got over it, but Maggie knew that he would love to see her in action again She agreed to fight Marisol and have the match videotaped, with the winner receiving the tape to keep. Maggie’s plan was to win the match and give the tape to John as a Valentine’s Day gift. Unfortunately it did not go according to plan. Maggie got her re-match, under the same conditions a couple of months later, but the results were the same. She then joined the wrestling federation in order to get herself back into “wrestling shape”, specifically to prepare herself for another rematch against Marisol, but this time with John present. Maggie had started on the road to accomplishing that goal, but wasn’t quite ready. Nonetheless, this situation forced her hand. Although John would not be present, Maggie had to make a stand. She got out of the shower, toweled herself off and got changed before walking next door. Marisol had escorted the men into the room her husband had built for her. It was a magnificent venue with a full size, elevated wrestling ring in the center and plenty of seating on each side of the ring. It also had an intricate and elaborate video system for recording the matches. Everything was going exactly according to Marisol’s plan so far. She had even stocked the refrigerator with beer so the men would be good and ready for the entertainment. Marisol had been wanting to get Maggie back in the ring for months. Something about her neighbor made her want to beat and humiliate her. To top it all off though, Maggie had beaten her daughter Rosalie, and inexperienced wrestler just starting out. Marisol was determine to avenge that loss and make Maggie pay. Marisol finished changing and walked out into the ring to the applause of the rambunctious workers. She waved seductively at them just as the doorbell rang. Maggie asked the foreman to answer it, which he did. Maggie was taken aback when he answered the door, but followed him to Marisol’s “wrestling room”, a chill running down her spine as she entered it. She stopped in her tracks when she saw about 40 drunken men sitting around the ring, all drinking and laughing. The foreman had called all of the crews from the roofing company, and they all stopped what they were doing and rushed over. Maggie walked into the dressing room and changed before coming back out. Marisol was waiting for her in the ring, and Maggie nervously climbed in to face her. “Okay” Marisol said to her, “if you win, I’ll leave them alone and let them finish your roof. But if I win, then I do whatever I want”. Maggie did not respond, but instead turned and walked toward her corner. Marisol looked out into the crowd and smiled. “Okay boys, we need a volunteer!” she yelled , and several of the men jumped to their feet. Marisol looked them over and picked a handsome young Spanish man. She called him up into the ring and told him, “You will be our referee. All you have to do is stay out of the way. When I pin her shoulders to the mat, you count to 10”. Maggie smirked at Marisol’s cockiness. “Or, if she gives up, you stop the match. Understand?” Marisol asked, and Jose’ shook his head. Maggie looked Jose’ up and down. He was brutally handsome and she couldn’t help but notice his tight butt. Although having no intention of acting on her thoughts, Maggie checked him out thoroughly nonetheless before snapping out of it and focusing her attention on Marisol.

Maggie wore her usual red, white and blue bikini, but no footwear. She had gained back a few pounds since her match against Rosalie and weighed a mildly pudgy 165 lbs. The front of her shoulders, arms and legs as well as her chest were pink from the sun, but her midsection and entore back was still pale white. Her face was also pink and she had applied a slight amount of blush to her cheeks to enhance her cheekbones. Her pretty brown eyes twinkled as she looked across at Marisol. She had a small, cute, little paunch around her midsection which hung slightly over her waistband, her large chest pointing straight forward from the underwire support of her top. Marisol wore a skimpy white bikini and it was obvious she was in great shape. Her body was tight and toned and her long, auburn colored hair flowed over her shoulder freely. She was an attractive woman and in better shape than her neighbor, but had a roughness to her personality and her looks. She lacked Maggie’s femininity, but was attractive in a different way. The men began to make noise, cheering and catcalling at the two women. It was obvious that they all had drank a great deal and that made Maggie nervous. Combined with the heat which was generated from the scalding sun outside, Maggie’s forehead began to perspire slightly. Instead of perspiring on a Hawaiian beach, as she had planned to do with John, Maggie was perspiring in the ring and about to face her rival. Finally, Marisol yelled across at Maggie and asked her is she were ready. Maggie took a deep breath and shook her head, and with that Jose’ gave the signal and both women started out of their corners to begin the fight.

Maggie was intimidated, and it showed. She moved slowly and tentatively out of her corner, fear etched across her face and more obviously in her pretty brown eyes. The self confidence and determination she had shown in her previous bouts was gone, replaced by doubt and trepidation. Marisol on the other hand had “the eye of the tiger” as she paused before moving out of her corner. The early indications were that this match could be even more one-sided than the previous two, the soft and sweet-looking Maggie suffering at the hands of the buff and brazen Marisol. As Maggie slowly and nervously skipped away from Marisol’s corner, her auburn-maned adversary made a bee line for her. As Maggie raised her hands to defend herself, Marisol sent a quick but forceful chop into her gullet. Maggie gasped as Marisol quickly stepped alongside her and stomped her foot into the side of Maggie’s right knee. Maggie’s right leg buckled inward and her whole body pitched to the right as she moaned from the sharp pain which shot through the middle of her right leg. Marisol then quickly stepped to the other side of her tilted opponent and slammed her elbow into her soft, outstretched left side, just below her ribcage. Maggie let out a loud yelp and immediately dropped to her knees moaning. The men began to cheer, awed by the quick and violent action at this early stage of the contest. Maggie didn’t know which part of her body to attend to first. Her throat ached, her knee throbbed and her entire left side stung with pain. Marisol however made the decision easy as she immediately grabbed a handful of her hair and hauled her onto her feet. Both women’s thoughts were similar at this point, Maggie thinking, “Oh please no, not again” as she was hauled off of her knees and Marisol thinking, “Same old Maggie, this is going to be fun” as she pulled her upright. As Maggie’s hair was yanked from it’s roots, she thought about her husband John. Even though Maggie wanted John to see her wrestle again, she couldn’t bear to have him witness her being beaten so easily. She had sunk back into her old mindset of being beaten even before the match was underway. In testament to that, Marisol pulled Maggie onto her feet as Maggie raised her hands to her head to try and loosen Marisol’s grip on her hair. By doing so however, she left her midsection wide open, and Marisol took advantage by impelling her knee into Maggie’s belly. The embattled brunette slumped forward, but Marisol quickly yanked her upright by the hair. As Maggie stood upright, her hands on her head to relieve the strain of Marisol’s hair pull, the unevenness of her sunburn now apparent. Her face and chest were bright red, but her shoulders revealed two white strips from the tank top she wore at the time. Her entire midsection was pale white but most of her legs, from the midpoint of her thighs down, were bright red which measured the ending point of the shorts she was wearing in the sun. Basically her body was two-toned. Marisol however seemed determined to have Maggie’s pale white midsection match the color of her sunburn by again ramming her knee into Maggie’s soft belly. The sunburned wrestler again slumped forward, but this time Marisol immediately launched her knee upward, driving it into Maggie’s face. She sailed backward and crashed to the mat, covering her face and rolling from side to side on the mat.

The men hooted and howled as Marisol slowly walked towards her fallen foe. Reaching down, she grabbed hold of Maggie’s right forearm and right thigh and lifted her off of the mat. Maggie’s body hung down as Marisol lifted her right side up, holding her even with Marisol’s waist. She then began to spin, tossing Maggie’s outstretched body around and around as she gained momentum. Maggie’s left arm and leg flew out to her sides as if she were flying as her body circled around the stationary, but still revolving Marisol. Finally, after 5 full revolutions, Marisol let go and sent Maggie soaring through the air. The corpulent brunette sailed forward and then crashed, back-first to the mat and slid across the ring. She eventually ground to a halt with her head sagging outside of the ring, her body laying flat on it’s back inside. Marisol charged over to her and sat down on Maggie’s stomach. She then stretched her leg out towards Maggie’s head, pressing her foot firmly beneath Maggie’s chin. She placed her hands on either side of Maggie for leverage as she remained perched atop her belly. She pushed her foot forward, driving it into Maggie’s throat and forcing her head to bend down outside of the ring. Maggie opened her eyes and looked out at the men who were cheering and laughing as they watched the action. She was helpless, and the pressure from Marisol’s foot made her head feel as if she were about to be decapitated. The strain on her face made it appear distorted as she grimaced from the force of Marisol’s foot. Her face grew more red as her head was gnarled in an awkward position. If Maggie could have quit at this point, she would have, but Marisol’s foot was pressed so tightly to her throat that she couldn’t even open her mouth. Finally Marisol mover her foot off of Maggie’s gullet and placed it on top of her shoulder. She did the same with her other foot, resting both feet on top of Maggie’s sunburnt shoulders. She then raised her butt into the air and then dropped back down, landing on Maggie’s tummy and grinding her rear-end into it. Maggie moaned as Marisol swiveled her hips in order to further pulverize Maggie’s flattened belly. Jose’ rushed over and slid down next to Maggie as the men burst into laughter. He checked her shoulders and then began to slap his hand to the mat in an exaggerated fashion. Marisol looked at him, and realizing that he might count her out, rolled off of her opponent so as not to end the match. Jose’ slowly jumped to his feet to the mock applause of his co-workers while Marisol got to her feet. Maggie tried to slide her body further into the ring, but quickly Marisol reached down, grabbed her ankles and did it for her. She dragged Maggie back toward the center of the ring. Reaching her destination, she dropped Maggie’s legs and turned to Jose’. She began to scold him for his eagerness, but that allowed Maggie the chance to regroup.

As Marisol argued with Jose’, Maggie slid over next to her, and with a quick swipe of body, leg-whipped Marisol, knocking her to the mat. The men cheered the action, too drunk to have a favorite of the two women. Maggie then got up onto her knees and scurried hurriedly over to the surprised Marisol. Kneeling alongside her, Maggie quickly pushed her onto her stomach and sat down on her back. Startled by the uncharacteristic quickness of Maggie, Marisol was unable to stop her and was promptly now laying face down with Maggie perched atop her. Maggie then slid herself further up Marisol’s back and reached forward, wrapping her hands beneath Marisol’s chin. She then pulled backward, yanking Marisol off of the mat in a forceful Camel Clutch. Marisol grimaced as her face was trapped between the hands of her neighbor and her back was bowed in a painful way. Maggie grunted as she strained to apply more pressure, tugging forcefully on the Puerto Rican’s head. Marisol tried to scream, but her face was being squeezed tightly by Maggie’s grip and she could not make a sound. Maggie kept the pressure on, continuing to pull with all of her might for almost 2 full minutes. Finally she unwound her fingers, sending Marisol’s head hurdling forward and dropping to the mat in front of her. Not only had Maggie wounded Marisol, but she also had kept the hold in place long enough so that she was able to recover from her prior beating. She then knelt on Marisol’s back and slowly pushed herself up onto her feet. She then placed one foot on Marisol’s back and reached down, grabbing hold of each of Marisol’s wrists in each hand. She pulled them alongside her body and then stepped onto Marisol’s back with her other foot, lifting Marisol’s arms up alongside her body. She pulled them up as high as she could, pressing her weigh onto her back as she hauled her arms up further into the air. Maggie had Marisol trapped in the painful hold and smirked as she balanced herself on top of Marisol’s back. The men roared, unfamiliar with the maneuver and amused by the appearance of it. Marisol however was not amused. Her heavy neighbor was crushing her back by standing on top of her, and whatever damage was not done by Maggie’s sheer mass, was done by the pressure from her arms being yanked from their sockets. Marisol now let out a few angry screams as Maggie grunted and groaned while mustering all of her strength. She gave one last mighty tug, wrenching Marisol’s shoulder before dropping her wounded arms to the ground. She then jumped slightly into the air, kicking her feet behind her as she descended. Her knees landed square onto the lower portion of Marisol’s back and the dazed red head let out a sickening scream as Maggie drove her knees into her back. The rambunctious men suddenly grew quiet, alarmed at the viciousness of Maggie’s attack. Undaunted, Maggie remained on top of Marisol and reached forward, grabbing her hair with both hands. She yanked Marisol’s head straight up, lifting it off of the mat. She pulled back, holding it for several seconds with a determined look on her face. Maggie’s fear had been replaced with her newfound tenacity and her confidence showed on her face. The men had quieted considerably, unprepared for the violent nature of the rivalry between the two women. But Maggie ignored it and forced Marisol’s head forward, slamming it into the canvas. She pulled it back up and then began ramming it into the mat over and over. Marisol’s head bounced up and down like a hammer striking a nail as Maggie rammed it forward again and again. After several more slams, Maggie pulled Marisol’s head up again and held it back. A small stream of crimson liquid began to drip from Marisol’s nose as her glazed eyes rolled in their sockets. Jose’ ran over and crouched down next to Marisol, concerned, but unsure of what to do.

The room was now eerily silent as Jose’ gazed into Marisol’s eyes. “Do you give up?” he asked her softly. Maggie looked down at him in disbelief. There was no way she was going to let him stop the match, and to her surprise, Marisol felt the same way. She cast an angry look at him and yelled, “Get out of my face!”. Maggie felt relived and pushed herself off of Marisol’s back and gradually got to her feet. Despite the fact that the air conditioning was on, the heat and humidity from outside the house had made the room steamy. Maggie’s body dripped with sweat as she got to her feet. Marisol shook her head back and forth, still dazed, but also still angry at Jose’. Maggie moved slowly and deliberately, but eventually approached the fallen Marisol and grabbed a handful of her hair. She slowly pulled her up onto her feet and then tossed her toward the corner. Marisol trotted toward the corner before slamming into it, her head snapping back before dropping down in front of her. She lifted her head slowly and glanced out into the room. Her vision was blurry at first, but as she regained her focus, she noticed a familiar figure standing n back of the room. It was Hector and he had a concerned look on his face. He mouthed the words, “COME ON BABE” to Marisol, trying to give her inspiration. Marisol shook her head to him just as Maggie raced over and rammed her foot into her tummy. Marisol’s whole body shook and her head dropped back down in front of her. Maggie stomped into her stomach again, and then stepped back, wiping the sweat from her brow. Marisol breathed deeply, desperately trying to regain her strength while Maggie took a temporary breather. The blood continued to ooze from Marisol’s nose and she could taste it as it ran near her lips. She was not aware that she was bleeding and raised her hand to her face to wipe her mouth. When she looked at her hand and noticed the blood, it made her furious. A few seconds later, Maggie stepped forward and lifted her leg again, sending it flying toward Marisol. Just before her foot landed in Marisol’s midsection however, Marisol moved her leg to the side and hooked it behind Maggie’s stationary leg. Maggie’s other leg completed the stomp, but then Marisol purposely fell forward, pushing Maggie back and sending her tripping over her leg. The two women tumbled to the mat, Marisol landing on top of Maggie as they rolled on the mat. They tumbled back and forth, each trying to gain an advantage. Finally Marisol ended up on top of Maggie and pinned her arms beneath her legs. She then looked down at her neighbor, sneered and sent a vicious punch into Maggie’s jaw. Maggie’s head lurched to the side as Marisol lifted her legs and released Maggie’s arms. She then crouched up off of her and flipped her onto her stomach. Reaching down, she undid the clasp to Maggie’s top while Maggie struggled to prevent her from doing so. Marisol was able unhook the device just as Maggie pushed her off of her back. Marisol rolled onto her side as Maggie struggled to re-do the clasp, but Marisol abruptly got to her feet and stepped up near Maggie’s head. She placed her feet alongside Maggie’s head, straddling it before clenching them together and trapping it between her ankles. Marisol then jumped into the air, lifting Maggie’s head with her before ramming it into the mat upon landing. Maggie was momentarily stunned and Marisol took advantage by grabbing her by the hair and pulling her onto her feet. As Maggie rose, one of the straps to her top slid down her shoulder before Marisol helped it along, ripping Maggie’s top off of her. Maggie’s two mounds of flesh burst from beneath her top and danced freely in front of her, bouncing wildly. The men perked up, but were shocked at the brutality these two women displayed. Marisol tossed Maggie back against the side ropes as she struggled to resist. Jose’ ran up next to the battling women, unsure of what to do. Maggie’s arms sailed over the top rope and then landed on top of it, her weight resting against them. Marisol then stepped back, cocked her arm and delivered a mighty punch square into Maggie’s nose. Maggie’s head snapped back and her large breasts jiggled violently as her head bounced forward, only to be met with another punch to her jaw. Again Maggie’s head sailed backward and then rebounded, only to be met by another punch to her nose. Maggie’s whole upper body shook, her ample chest bouncing as if it were made of rubber while Marisol continued to land jabs to various parts of her face. Finally Jose’ had seen enough and stepped between the two women, preventing Marisol from landing any further punches.

Hector was alarmed and looked on nervously as Marisol protested Jose’s intervention. Maggie’s head dropped down in front of her, two small streams of blood, one from her nose and the other from the corner of her mouth, starting to flow as her eyes spun in her head. Marisol’s nose continued to trickle blood, but she angrily screamed at Jose’ while trying to get at Maggie. Two of the other men jumped into the ring to help Jose’, just as Maggie began to slowly revive. Realizing what had happened, Maggie gradually began to voice her own displeasure over the stoppage of the match, though deep down she realized that it was for her own good. The three men struggled to keep the two women apart as Marisol grew increasingly more hositle as Maggie half heartedly resisted as well. Assured that his wife was in no danger, Hector relaxed and enjoyed the scene. Both women were screaming at each other and Marisol was desperatley trying to get past the men, but to no avail. Eventually they each gave up the fight and walked to opposite sides of the ring as the men stood in the middle, just in case. “YOU’RE LUCKY!” screamed Marisol across the ring. Maggie, still groggy, but now coherent, mumbled back “No, you’re the lucky one!”. “THIS AIN’T OVER!” Marisol screamed in a threatening tone before climbing out of the ring in a huff and walking over to Hector. The two of them hugged and Hector wiped the blood from Marisol’s nose. “You were great honey!”, he said. “It ain’t over Hector. You watch. I’m going to get her, and next time ,she won’t get away so easy! And you can watch the whole thing my love.” Hector smiled and escorted his wife to the bathroom to clean up. He knew Marisol well enough to know that she truly would get Maggie. Maggie on the other hand stood in the corner and wiped the blood from her face. In the commotion, her top had been kicked out of the ring, and she stood tpoless against the ropes with Jose’ in front of her. She sheepishly folded her arms over her chest to cover herself. She looked over at Jose’ shyly and noticed his T-shirt was full of blood and sweat. She turned to him and asked, “Why did you stop it?”. With a puzzled look on his face he said, “You would have been killed!”. Maggie knew he was right, but she also felt that this was the time that she could have beaten Marisol. Even though Marisol had the upper hand when Jose’ stopped the match, she had taken punishment in the past and bounced back. She bravely, or foolishly depending on your outlook, had that feeling of self confidence and knew that she could have overcame Marisol’s attack. “Well, she’s lucky you stopped it”. Maggie said before climbing out of the ring. Jose’ felt sorry for the older woman, and although he felt no attraction to her, couldn’t help but sneak a peak at Maggie’s abundant chest as she reached down and grabbed her top off of the floor, in front of all of the men, before gingerly slipping it on while trying to cover her breasts with her arms.

Marisol had done it to her again! Even though Maggie had controlled most of the match, she was disgraced. Not by the beating, but by being stripped topless in front of all of the workers. Maggie quickly slipped her top on and walked into the other bathroom. She sat there crying, upset but determined to finish this feud with Marisol. This could have been her chance to end it once and for all, but it wasn’t meant to be. As Maggie washed herself and changed, she longed for her chance to get even. Jose’, meanwhile stood by himself in the ring for a few minutes, shaking his head in disbelief at the spectacle put on by the two older women. Although he knew that he had done the right thing by stopping the fight, he had to admit to himself that the sight of two women fighting each other had excited him, and he smiled to himself.