Maggie was in a dilemma. Despite the fact that she had devised a well thought out short term plan, was working with her new partner Jo to improve her conditioning and had won her last match against Sunshine, Marisol lingered in the background. Maggie knew that she was not quite ready for a rematch against Marisol, but her raven-haired adversary was beginning to put the pressure on. Marisol had begun to coerce the matchmakers into setting up a match between the two of them. Although intriguing to them, their fears mirrored Maggie’s, that the match would be one-sided. Instead they offered Marisol a match against Helen for the championship, but Marisol was not interested, her only goal was to wrestle against Maggie. They then offered her a match against Maggie’s partner Jo. Marisol thought about it for a few minutes and then an evil smile spread across her face before she agreed. She then discussed her daughter Rosalie’s future. The matchmakers, captivated by possibilities, offered to set-up Rosalie’s first match against Maggie. Rosalie pondered that possibility for a few minutes and then shook her head and agreed on her daughter’s behalf. The two matches would be scheduled back-to-back, helping to enhance the drama and build up to the eventual Maggie vs. Marisol match.

The proposal was presented to Maggie, who initially seemed concerned. She knew Rosalie well, having lived next door to her for many years, and was aware that she was a tall, powerful girl who had had great success in her collegiate wrestling career. Maggie weighed the pros and cons in her head. At almost six feet tall and only 22 years old, Rosalie had just about a half a foot height advantage and was almost half Maggie’s age. Their weight was similar, but the deciding factor for Maggie was Rosalie’s lack of pro experience. Maggie had a very good relationship with Rosalie when she was just a young girl, but as her relationship with Rosalie’s mother Marisol grew strained, so did Maggie’s relationship with Rosalie. Maggie had not seen her young neighbor for 4 years though, since she had been away at school. She weighed all of the factors and decided that, although it would be a tough and emotional match, Rosalie’s lack of experience would make her the perfect opponent to help advance Maggie’s objective. It would also be nice, she thought, to beat Marisol’s daughter in the ring. As a result, she agreed to the match. Jo also anxiously agreed to the match against Marisol and the two women teamed to train together in preparation for their respective matches. They spent the next three weeks working long and hard, exercising, sparring and mentally preparing for the challenge. Similarly, Marisol worked very hard at preparing not only herself, but more importantly her 22 year old daughter for the match against their rivals. As the night arrived, all four women were ready.

The first match of the night would be Maggie against Rosalie, followed by Marisol against Jo. Due to the emotional nature of the two matches, all parties agreed that their would be no “outside interference” during either of the matches. If there was any interference, the match would be immediately halted and the offending parties would forfeit each of their matches. Maggie and Jo shared a locker room, as did Marisol and her daughter. Maggie slipped on her red, white and blue bikini and matching boots, assuming the identity of her wrestling personality Maggie, before looking herself over in the mirror. She had lost a few pounds and weighed slightly over 160, which greatly enhanced her appearance. Although her body did not have the tautness of her youthful opponent, it looked pretty good for a 43 year old. In addition, she had small foam pads placed in her bikini top which helped to lift her sagging, 38 inch chest and artificially give it the firmness it had lost over the years. She applied a sparse amount of blue eye liner to her twinkling brown eyes and spread a hint of red lipstick on her lips. She turned and faced Jo who gave her a thumbs up before she headed toward the arena. Rosalie had already made her way toward the ring and stood waiting for Maggie to make her entrance. The crowd had embraced Rosalie and given her a warm reception. Maggie burst through the doors and trotted toward the ring, receiving the usual tepid greeting. She climbed into the ring and waved to the crowd, pockets of faithful, older fans cheering for the older woman, but the majority favoring the youthful amazon. Rosalie glanced across at Maggie, avoiding direct eye contact. She had long brown hair, but streaks of bleached blonde framed her pretty, smiling face. She wore a violet-colored, silk bikini and matching boots. Her body was long but with a hint of “baby fat” which had developed since she left school. She was a very pleasant young woman, well liked and friendly. The biggest knock against her was the lack of her mother’s “killer instinct”, which her cheerful looking face exposed. But she was a striking physical presence, robust yet very attractive. Maggie stared her down, trying to psyche out the inexperienced youth prior to the start of the match, but the bell rang quickly, ending Maggie’s mind game.

As the two warriors made their way out of their respective corners, the noticeable difference in their size became magnified as they drew closer toward each other. Rosalie towered over Maggie, and her solid 180 lb. frame seemed much sturdier and stronger than Maggie’s somewhat soft 160 lb. chassis. They met in the center of the ring, Maggie looking up at her foe as Rosalie reached down to grab hold of her. Thinking quickly, Maggie pulled her head into her chest and ducked below the leaning Rosalie while lunging toward her. She rammed her rounded shoulders into Rosalie’s lower torso and flipped her over her back and to the canvas. Rosalie somersaulted into the air before landing on her butt, startled. Maggie quickly straightened up and turned to face the fallen Rosalie as the crowd reacted dispassionately. Maggie then reached down toward Rosalie, but the younger Puerto Rican quickly grabbed hold of Maggie’s wrists and flipped her over her head. Maggie this time was catapulted into the air and landed on her back, sliding several feet before coming to a stop. She was amazed at the quickness and strength displayed by Rosalie, but jumped to her feet to avoid an impending attack. Rosalie also got to her feet, and the two squared off again, locking arms. They struggled for a few seconds, but Rosalie easily overpowered Maggie, forcing her back against the ropes. She held tightly onto Maggie’s arms, but seemed uncertain what to do next as Maggie struggled to free herself. The crowd grew impatient as Rosalie tossed Maggie from side to side, trying to plot her next move. Maggie, trying to take advantage of Rosalie’s uncertainty, wrapped her right leg behind Rosalie’s thigh and with one might push, knocked her backward and tripped her to the ground. Rosalie tumbled over as Maggie charged at her and grabbed her by the hair. She yanked Rosalie onto her feet and puled her toward the corner, slamming her head into the turnbuckle. Rosalie’s head snapped out of the corner and she stumbled backward as Maggie again charged at her. She grabbed hold of Rosalie’s right wrist, and in one motion, spun herself around while twisting Rosalie’s right arm over her shoulder. She now had Rosalie pulled tightly up against her back with her right arm extended over Maggie’s shoulder. She forced Rosalie’s arm toward the ground, locking the armbar in place as Rosalie grunted. Maggie kept the pressure on, pulling Rosalie’s wrenched arm toward the ground as the helpless youngster groaned. Maggie then cocked her left arm in front of her, bending at the elbow before ramming it backward and driving it into Rosalie’s midsection. The statuesque beauty buckled forward, leaning up against Maggie’s back. Maggie then again drove her elbow into Rosalie’s midsection before abruptly tossing her large body over her shoulder and sending her flipping into the air. Rosalie’s long legs fluttered wildly while airborne before she crashed to the mat, landing on her shoulders. Rosalie spread out upon landing, her extended body stretched out beneath Maggie. Maggie walked up next to Rosalie and forcefully stomped her boot into Rosalie’s outspread belly, causing the young woman’s head to reflexively catapult off of the mat. Just as it descended however, Maggie again stomped into her stomach, launching her head back into the air. This time Maggie reached down before it descended, and grabbed hold of her hair. Rosalie’s eyes rolled in her head as Maggie plucked her off of the mat and pulled her onto her feet.

Most of the crowd jeered Maggie, but her small yet loyal following cheered her superiority. She had shaken Rosalie up and was in complete control of the match as she dragged the stooped girl forward by the head. She then placed Rosalie’s bowed head between her knees, looking down at her back. Maggie then raised her hands over her head, joined them together into a fist and slammed it down into the small of Rosalie’s curved back. The tall youngster immediately dropped to all fours, her head still trapped between Maggie’s clenched knees. Maggie then jumped into the air, pulling her feet behind her while still squeezing Rosalie’s head. She descended quickly, driving Rosalie’s face into the mat in the process before rolling over onto her side. Rosalie was spread eagle, face down on the mat as she laid motionless for several seconds. Maggie took her time getting to her feet as the crowd began to taunt her, cheering for the inexperienced girl to fight back. Maggie smiled as she got to her feet, proud of what she had accomplished to this point while Rosalie was stretched out below her, dazed and overwhelmed. Watching from the back of the arena, Marisol was furious, but helpless. She had agreed not to interfere, but was concerned for her daughter. Rosalie slowly lifted her head up and shook it back and forth, trying to clear the cobwebs. Not giving her time to recover though, Maggie quickly reached down and grabbed hold of her by the hair. She slowly pulled Rosalie up, first to her knees and then onto her feet. The bewildered expression on her face though slowly turned to anger as Maggie straightened her up. Getting her to her feet, Maggie took a deep breath and drove a forceful punch into Rosalie’s midsection, bending her in half. Rosalie gradually straightened up, however before Maggie could reload, Rosalie sent a quick but forceful punch into her stomach. Maggie, caught off guard, stumbled back a step as she leaned forward. The shot startled her more than hurt her, but it did have an effect. Nevertheless she shook it off and stepped forward toward Rosalie and delivered a short, quick punch to her belly. Rosalie again folded over, clutching her stomach in her arms. Maggie reached down to grab her by the hair, but Rosalie swatted her hand away, straightened up quickly and landed a more powerful shot into Maggie’s tummy. Surprised again, Maggie stumbled backward but this time hunched forward as the punch hurt her. Rosalie moved slowly, but resiliently as she staggered over to Maggie. She reached forward but Maggie threw a punch at her midsection from the bowed position. Although it was not forceful, it was enough to drive Rosalie back a step or two and buy Maggie a few seconds. Rosalie quickly sucked it up though and stormed back toward Maggie. She snatched a handful of her hair with her left hand and hauled her upright before sending a Herculean punch into Maggie’s rubbery belly. Maggie groaned loudly while doubling over, but Rosalie instantly pulled her head back up by the hair and sent another devastating punch into Maggie’s paunch. Maggie dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around her stomach as Rosalie stumbled backward, catching her breath.

The tide of the match was turning and the crowd began to come alive as Marisol’s daughter took a few deep breaths while Maggie was curled forward on her knees. Rosalie gradually regained her composure and walked back toward the kneeling Patriot. Reaching down, she grabbed a handful of Maggie’s hair and lifted her head up. She then leaned Down and cupped her hands beneath Maggie’s chin, placing the front of both wrists against each other as she wrapped her hands around Maggie’s cheeks. She then grunted and lifted Maggie off of her knees, squeezing her hands tightly into Maggie’s face. Maggie lifted off of her knees and gradually was elevated off of the mat with her feet dangling below her. Rosalie continued to press her up into the air, compressing her hands around Maggie’s face and forcing her upward. Maggie’s face was condensed between Rosalie’s hands and became distorted. Her lips curled into an “O” shape as the skin on her cheeks was crushed together beneath Rosalie’s vise-like grip. Maggie kicked her legs wildly as Rosalie pressed her face over her head, squeezing tightly as her trapped opponent wiggled her entire body to free herself. The crowd roared in amazement at the show of strength by the powerful, young woman. Maggie tried to scream, but her face was compressed so tightly that the only thing coming from her mouth was sprays of saliva. Finally Rosalie tossed the older brunette forward, sending her flailing through the air and crashing to the mat on the other end of the ring. Maggie rolled onto her side, amazed at the strength of her young neighbor. Her cheeks were red and bruised, but she was able to get up onto one knee before Rosalie approached. As Maggie tried to push herself up, Rosalie opened her hand and placed her palm directly over Maggie’s face. The large hand of the strapping young woman engulfed Maggie’s swollen face as she applied more pressure to the claw-like grip. Maggie tried to wriggle free, but Rosalie reached down and placed her other hand between her legs and in one motion, hoisted her entire body into the air. The crowd went nuts as Rosalie grasped Maggie by the face and crotch and held her overhead, parallel to the canvas. Rosalie paraded the dangling body of her more experienced foe around the ring as the crowd leaped to their feet and cheered her strength. Maggie was completely helpless, but worse than that, Rosalie’s tight grip on her face and crotch were crushing those parts of her body. After making her way around the ring twice, Rosalie finally dropped her arms and sent Maggie crashing toward the mat. Since she stood six feet tall and had Maggie pressed well over her head, it was a long way down for the embattled wrestler. Maggie landed with a THUD, face-first and her entire body pulled together upon landing. Rosalie smiled, enjoying the cheers of the crowd. She reminisced about her college wrestling days and how powerful she felt whenever she had the crowd on her side. She raised her hands over her head and waved back at them with both hands while Maggie wriggled on the canvas below her.

Marisol, still watching from the back of the arena, was filled with pride at her daughters’ dominance. She turned and walked back into the locker room to prepare for her own match, confident that Rosalie had everything under control. Rosalie continued her celebration before turning her attention back to her beleaguered opponent. She walked down toward Maggie’s feet and reaching down, grabbed hold of her ankles. She pulled them straight up into the air so that Maggie’s upended body faced in toward her. Holding her upside down, Rosalie positioned her so that Maggie’s midsection was even with her knees. She then began to march in place, lifting one knee into Maggie’s stomach before lowering it and lifting the other. She delivered several successive knees into Maggie’s paunch, marching in place for almost a full minute. Maggie’s fleshy stomach jiggled with each painful blow, her large chest dropping down toward her face. Her battered belly felt as if it was about to explode from the force of the sequential kicks, LEFT, RIGHT, LEFT, RIGHT. Finally Rosalie stopped marching, pulled her legs up further into the air and then released her ankles. Maggie dropped quickly toward the mat, her head slamming against it as her body toppled over and fell on it’s side. The crowd, enamored with the antics of the dominant rookie jumped to their feet and began to chant her name, “ROSALIE...ROSALIE...” as she bowed politely. Maggie meanwhile was a muddled mess at Rosalie’s feet, her battered midsection screaming with pain. Rosalie stepped over her tortured body and began to celebrate again, making her way to each side of the ring to blow kisses and wave to the cheering throng.

Maggie could not believe the strength that Rosalie had exhibited. She knew the girl was strong, but had never seen anything like what she had just done to her. She became distressed and panicky, but remembered what had gotten her through her match with sunshine. “Don’t give up, fight back!” she repeated to herself through her sobs. She repeated it softly, over and over, trying to motivate herself. Rosalie’s inexperience was allowing her the time to try and recover, and she was desperately trying to do so. Her body was bruised and scarlet red, her cheeks black and blue, but she still battled to regain her strength. After an astonishing several minutes of celebrating, Rosalie finally decided to get back to work. Maggie, though still in bad shape, had been granted enough time to regain her composure, if not her strength. She had rolled over to the side ropes and used them to pull herself up onto her knees. As Rosalie approached, she steadied herself and waited for the attack. Rosalie reached down and grabbed hold of her wrist, tugging her up onto her feet. Maggie rose unsteadily as Rosalie ran out in front of her and then whipped her forward, sending her racing across the ring. Maggies head snapped backward as her body hurled across the ring. As she reached the side ropes, she desperately grabbed for them to hold her in place. Her body bounced against them and then began to careen forward as she reached back to get a grip. She tried to clench her fingers around the top rope, but the force of Rosalie’s toss was too much and she couldn’t react quickly enough. She raced back across the ring to the waiting Rosalie who placed one arm between her legs and the other across her shoulder and scooped her into the air. Maggie’s upended body was lifted into the air and then quickly slammed to the mat. She landed on her back, her body sprawled out from the impact as she moaned from the landing. She was disgusted with herself for not being able to grab the ropes, but had little time for self-pity as Rosalie charged over. Rosalie stood next to her, lifted her foot into the air and stomped it down toward Maggie’s midsection. Summoning all of her energy, Maggie quickly rolled onto her side, causing Rosalie to stomp on the mat instead of her belly. Rosalie’s smile turned to a sneer as she stormed over to the flattened Patriot and again stomped her foot down. Maggie, in desperation was able to roll over again, landing beneath the side ropes as Rosalie again stomped the mat. Furious, she ran over to Maggie, but the cagey veteran kept rolling and rolled herself right out of the ring, away from her opponent. Rosalie stood against the ropes and watched as Maggie stood outside the ring, holding onto the ring apron.

The crowd booed loudly as Maggie stumbled around the outside of the ring, trying to get back in before Rosalie could reach her. She made her way to the opposite side as Rosalie stood and watched, allowing her to climb slowly up onto the ring apron. Just as she placed both feet on the mat, still outside the ropes, Rosalie charged over to her. She braced herself as the big girl raced towards her, and then quickly raised her knee between the middle and top rope and rammed into the charging Rosalie’s belly. Surprised, Rosalie doubled over, her head falling forward over the top rope. Maggie placed her hands on the back of Rosalie’s bowed head and pressed down, forcing her throat against the top rope. Rosalie’s arms fell helplessly at her sides as she was being choked by the top rope. Maggie placed all of her weight down on Rosalie’s head, causing her to sag forward and increase the intensity of the choke. The crowd derided Maggie, taunting her for her underhanded tactics. Rosalie however was in trouble, and Maggie was not only regaining control, but doing so with little effort. Finally she grabbed hold of Rosalie’s hair and jumped backward, off of the ring apron. Rosalie’s entire body was pulled downward until Maggie released the hold just as she landed outside the ring. Rosalie’s body shot off of the rope and careened backward, sailing through the air. She landed on her back, clutching at her crushed throat. Maggie slowly pushed herself back up onto the ring apron, still suffering from the earlier attack. She gingerly climbed onto the apron and then warily crawled through the ropes and back into the ring. Rosalie was still rolling on the mat and clutching her throat, but she gradually pushed herself up onto one knee and held herself up with one hand, the other still wrapped around her throat. Maggie cautiously walked over to her and grabbed the wrist of her arm which was clutched her windpipe. She twisted it behind Rosalie’s back, tugging the panting rookie onto her feet. Maggie held Rosalie’s arm behind her back, pinning it between her shoulder blades. Rosalie tried to reach over her shoulder with her free arm, but Maggie moved from side to side to avoid the move. She knew that she had to be cautious, for one because she was exhausted but more importantly because of the strength of her dangerous foe. Finally Rosalie gave up and lowered her free arm back to her side as Maggie positioned herself directly behind her. Sensing where Maggie was standing, Rosalie cocked her arm and rammed her elbow backward, hoping to connect somewhere onto Maggie. The cagey veteran however was conscious of this and avoided the attempt. She gave Rosalie’s arm another yank, wrenching her shoulder as Rosalie moaned. Although she was now in control, Maggie was unsure what to do next. She did not want to give her stronger adversary any opportunity, fearing that her battered body could take no more punishment, so she thought carefully about her next move.

After careful consideration, Maggie decided to force Rosalie into the corner so that she could trap her before trying to end the match. She leaned into Rosalie, starting to force her forward, but the powerful youngster resisted. Maggie pushed harder, but Rosalie started to backpedal, not only preventing Maggie from moving forward, but instead forcing her backward. Rosalie kept pushing until she forced Maggie into the corner, then she quickly rammed her elbow backward and landed it in Maggie’s tortured tummy. Maggie groaned and loosened her grip enough for Rosalie to free her trapped arm. Angry, she turned grabbed hold of Maggie’s wrist and flung her across the ring. Maggie charged involuntarily across the ring before smacking into the corner, backfirst. Rosalie raced right behind her and just seconds after Maggie landed, Rosalie nailed her with a flying body press. Rosalie’s large body smacked against Maggie, jarring her further into the corner before Rosalie backed away. She then grabbed Maggie again and flung her back toward the other corner, sending her barreling forward and slamming against the turnbuckle. As Maggie flew into the corner however, she immediately dropped to the mat. Rosalie flew forward, repeating her earlier move, but this time her target had disappeared. She crashed against the turnbuckles, her fully extended body take the force of the landing. Maggie crawled out from beneath her and scrambled away on her hands and knees. Rosalie was shaken, but recovered quickly and turned toward her crawling foe. Maggie looked pathetic, trying desperately to crawl away from her stalker. Her bruised body was now perspiring heavily and her hair was disheveled. Rosalie ran up behind her and grabbed her by the ankles, pulling them backward. Maggie screamed, but Rosalie showed no interest as she dragged her across the ring on her stomach. She then flipped her over onto her back and gradually placed her boot onto Maggie’s fleshy stomach. She slowly placed her weight down onto the foot, increasing the pressure as Maggie raised her hands and placed them around Rosalie’s ankle. The pressure continued to increase as Maggie moaned softly at first, but louder as the weight increased. “Don’t give up, fight back!” she began to repeat to herself. She tightened her grip and suddenly rolled to her side, tugging Rosalie’s ankle with her. The tall rookie toppled over, not suspecting the veteran’s quick retaliation. Maggie knew she had to act fast and rolled toward Rosalie, coming to a stop right next to her. She reached over and grabbed hold of Rosalie’s legs, using them as leverage to push herself up onto her feet. She maintained the grip, flipping Rosalie onto her stomach before turning and moving her feet so that they straddled Rosalie’s hips. She then turned herself around so that she face Rosalie’s feet, still clutching her legs. Maggie then began to pull Rosalie’s legs into the air, forcing them back toward her upper body. Maggie was successfully applying a Boston Crab to her helpless young neighbor who shrieked in horror. Maggie pulled Rosalie’s legs with all of her might, forcing her feet to be parallel to her shoulders and then holding them in place. Rosalie’s screams became piercing as Maggie trembled from maintaining the hold. The crowd loudly booed, upset at the turn of events. Rosalie began to sob, aware that she was defeated before finally screaming her submission. The bell rang several times declaring the end of the match as Maggie gradually lowered Rosalie’s legs.

She dropped to her knees and raised her hands over her head in triumph. Her body was saturated, bruised and red, but she was ecstatic. It had been a rough, painful and grueling match, but she had survived and gotten the victory. “TWO IN A ROW!” she thought to herself as she disregarded the pain while basking in her victory. Marisol, hearing the commotion, popped her head out of the door at the back of the arena and was totally flabbergasted. she saw her daughter laying on the canvas sobbing and Maggie with her hands lifted over her head. She was furious, but she knew her match was only minutes away, so she walked back to the locker room once she saw Rosalie get to her feet. “Okay, first I destroy your friend” Marisol repeated to herself, “and then I come back for you” she said angrily in reference to her rival. Jo, getting ready in the next room was unaware of what had happened, but it looked like she would soon find out, unfortunately for her.
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