MARISOL VS. SUSNHINE



Right next door was all the motivation she needed. Maggie, the champion of the POWA occupied the dressing room next door. She was preparing to defend her title in the final match of the evening, and that drove Marisol up the wall. You see Maggie had won the title by taking it from Marisol, and those familiar with these two women know that was a monumental achievement.

To make matters worse, everywhere Marisol turned since she entered the arena were copies of the Women's Sport Magazine featuring the interview with Maggie. The magazine had just begun to devote a monthly column to the POWA and Maggie was the first featured wrestler, appearing in the issue published just a few days ago. (Click here to view the article). Marisol read it and her blood boiled, seething at the attention her rival was receiving.

As you can tell, there is no love lost between them, never has been, and their history is fascinating. Living next door to each other, they had wrestled three times in private matches prior to either of them joining the POWA, Marisol humbling Maggie all three times. But then Maggie joined the POWA, with Marisol joining several months later.

Well both went on for several months without meeting in the ring. But then Marisol won the title, and her first title defense was scheduled against Maggie. This match had been what Marisol had dreamed of, the chance to humiliate Maggie in front of a large audience. But instead, Maggie actually put up a reasonable fight. The match went on until Marisol injured her ankle, and as a result, Maggie was able to pin Marisol and take the crown away from her.

Subsequently it was discovered that Marisol had strained ligaments in her ankle during that match, and was forced to miss several months of wrestling while Maggie went on to defend her title two times. But once healed, Marisol had made her return to the POWA ring in the Battle Royale, with the winner earning the right to wrestle against Maggie for the title. Marisol probably should not have wrestled in the Battle Royale, not really having had the chance to work out her rustiness, but she did nonetheless.

The result was that Marisol was tossed from the ring towards the end of the battle, and Helen went on to win. So now, Maggie would be facing Helen in the final match of the evening for the POWA championship. But just prior to that, Marisol would be taking on Sunshine in her first singles match since the injury, marking the start of her comeback.

As an attendant massaged her ankle, Marisol thought about the possibilities. She was confident she could beat Sunshine, and consequently earn the number one ranking in the POWA. But surprisingly, Marisol found herself hoping that Maggie would survive her match against Helen and retain her title. It was difficult for Marisol to "root" for her, but if Maggie were to win, it would set the stage for the championship re-match between the two of them. And ultimately, Marisol's revenge!

But the first step in that plan was for Marisol to defeat Sunshine. She had worked herself into fabulous shape, perhaps the best shape of her life. She stood 5'5" and weighed a toned and strong 135 pounds. In addition to her daily physical therapy for her ankle, Marisol had also hit the weights in order to increase her strength, and the effects were obvious. She not only looked great, she also looked ready to wrestle.

Across the hall however sat Marisol's only obstacle, Sunshine. The vivacious blonde had her own motivations and her own rivalry. Sunshine had been banished from the POWA about a year ago, at the hands of her former tag team partner, ToniAnn. The feuding former friends had agreed to settle their differences in the ring, with the loser leaving the POWA for good. And unfortunately for her, Sunshine was the one who had departed.

After her banishment, Sunshine had a very difficult time. Being a high school drop-out, she could not find steady work. Reluctantly, she accepted a job as a topless dancer in a bar owned by a male friend. She danced 3 nights per week and performed mud wrestling in the same bar on two other nights. She made good money, but it was a very humbling experience for her.

Fortunately for Sunshine however, new owners had purchased the POWA and invited her back. She quit her job as a dancer and began the struggle to re-establish herself as a professional wrestler. Her first bout was a re-match against ToniAnn, and ended disastrously. They were both counted out of the ring to end the match in a draw, but to make matters worse, ToniAnn knocked her senseless while they were both outside the ring. Though the match was officially called a draw, it was apparent that ToniAnn had dominated her.

The results left no one happy. The owners were upset at the result, ToniAnn was angered that she was not declared the winner, and Sunshine was left battered and humiliated. An angry ToniAnn then tried to make arrangements to have them meet in a kind of "Grudge Match" to take place at the topless bar where Sunshine used to work. Though tempted to accept the offer, Sunshine refused the challenge.

Though she was offered a load of money by her former boss for that one match, it was not what she wanted to do. She wanted to focus on restoring her career as a professional wrestler, and meeting ToniAnn in a Grudge Match at a topless bar was not the way to do that. So despite her desire to settle the score with ToniAnn, she resisted the temptation.

Then came the POWA Battle Royale. Again, Sunshine did not fare very well, being tossed from the ring in the early stages. Her worst fears were beginning to come to fruition. She was not being paid very well by the POWA as a result of her previous poor showings, only $250 for this match. And she was not wrestling frequently enough to earn a living from it as well. She had a few bucks in the bank, but even that was dwindling fast. She knew that she had to have a good showing tonight, or she might be faced with having to go back and resume her career as a topless dancer.

To make matters worse, ToniAnn was trying to bully her into accepting the private match. She had begun to bad mouth Sunshine to everyone, trying to goad her into the challenge. And since they had grown up in the same neighborhood and were good friends for most of their lives, ToniAnn knew all of Sunshine's friends. So also knew how to make her angry and to get "under her skin". So the genuinely sweet but somewhat ditzy Sunshine had lots on her mind and was beginning to really feel the pressure.

Though she looked great, her nerves were shattered. She was letting the pressure get to her and that was not going to work in her favor against a tough opponent like Marisol. This was a very important match for her, but she couldn't get herself to concentrate. With time running out however, she took a deep breath, stared at herself in the mirror and tried to calm her nerves.

Just then a knock came on the door and it was time to get the match underway. The attendants had little to do for the frazzled Sunshine since she was a natural beauty, but what little they did only enhanced her appearance. At 5'7" and 145 pounds, she was still a few pounds heavier than her ideal weight, but it was distributed evenly throughout most of her body. She possessed a well rounded bust and nice curves, though her body, especially her midsection, was a bit soft. They had rubbed her down with a thin coat of oil, which highlighted the suppleness of her skin. Her face was very pretty, a hint of pink blush on her tawny cheeks and a pink moisturizer on her full lips.

Her hair was very fine and very straight, cut to frame her face perfectly. Her bangs hung low, past her eyebrows, and were cut straight across the top of her face. Her hair was so blonde that it was obviously bleached. Her skin was immaculate and very soft looking, her yellow suit complimenting it's yellowish cast. The suit also had a whimsical smiling sun on both her right breast and her left hip. It was cut daringly enough to be sexy, exposing a fair amount of her bust and dipping several inches below her navel, but left enough material to offer the necessary support.

She also wore a pair of calf high, tight yellow boots. Each possessed a matching, smiling sun, and also a string of yellow tassels from the behind. It was a lively costume, almost as lively as the acid which was churning in her stomach.

She stood in front of the door, breathing deeply before they flew open to the blare of music and the glare of spotlights. Surprisingly, the spry Sunshine seemed to come alive once in the spotlight, jogging friskily toward the ring, blowing kisses and waving to the appreciative crowd. She received an amicable greeting, not jubilant, but not inhospitable. She climbed up and between the ropes, bopping lively in the ring as her confidence seemed to all at once return. But beneath her self-assured exterior was a churning in her belly.

The music grew louder again and Marisol was then introduced to the crowd. She slowly made her way forward, a bit tentative after her long layoff from single's matches. Marisol was never one to worry much about the reaction of the crowd, but even she was taken aback by the welcome. The crowd seemed to, in unison, jump to their feet to cheer her return to the ring. Apparently they appreciated her tough, non- nonsense style of wrestling, and missed it in her absence.

Marisol waved, acknowledging the cheers, but was certainly not animated in her actions. She looked focused, fit and ready to rumble. As she climbed into the ring, she made her way to the corner, not even recognizing Sunshine's presence. The blonde sneered at her, trying to incite the crowd, but they showed little reaction to her hi-jinx. Marisol meanwhile simply backed into the corner and grabbed hold of the top rope on either side of her, stretching her arms. She then turned her head and caught a glimpse of her husband Hector, seated in the front row.

Hector loved to watch Marisol in action, but it was obvious he was also a bit anxious. He had never seen his wife injured before, and he was worried about her injured ankle. Though he looked forward to seeing her back in action, he also hoped that she would come out of the match unscathed. He threw her a kiss, his admiration for his wife apparent.

And looking at her, it was no wonder. Her raven colored hair had grown to past her shoulders, and was very thick, flowing freely over them. She wore a yellow bikini as well, cut a bit less daringly than Sunshine's but sexy in it's own right. It was outlined throughout with a string of gold colored glitter, which helped to define the suit. To finish it off she wore a pair of ankle high, gold colored boots. But what was most impressive was Marisol's conditioning. She had always had an attractive body, but she seemed to have it toned to perfection now.

Her abs were tight and lean, her chest firm though inconspicuous, her legs slightly muscled. She was obviously in great shape. In addition, a thick suntan-like oil had been rubbed over her bronze skin to accentuate the contour of her muscles. Unlike the oil rubbed on Sunshine's body which enhanced her feminine softness, the oil on Marisol's emphasized her body's rigidity.

Desiree called the two wrestlers to the center of the ring and gave the final instructions, Marisol staring at her feet the entire time. Sunshine was surprised that Marisol did not look her in the eye, and that helped to bolster her confidence. In fact, as Desiree went on, Sunshine's psychological condition improved dramatically. Finally Desiree finished up and instructed both women back to their corners. Marisol turned and walked away without lifting her eyes to look at her opponent. Sunshine saw that as a sign of weakness and again gave an animated smirk before walking back to her corner as well.

With the crowd buzzing and Desiree backing off to the side, the bell rang and the match began. Sunshine trotted quickly out of her corner, her blonde hair flying behind her, the tassels on her boots bouncing freely as she ran around the perimeter of the ring. Marisol moved much more deliberately, very focused on her game plan.

As the crowd began to cheer even more loudly, Sunshine suddenly burst toward Marisol who raised her arms in defense. The two locked arms and began to struggle. Sunshine's hair jostled from side to side as she struggled to gain an advantage, but it was obvious that Marisol's superior strength was winning the battle. She began to push Sunshine backward, but the spry blonde then stomped her boot down onto Marisol's right foot, the one with the bad ankle.

Marisol's head instantly turned downward as she gazed upon her sensitive appendage. She was obviously concerned and lost her concentration, worrying about re-injuring the ankle. Sunshine picked up on this and immediately did a half turn before hip tossing Marisol to the mat. Marisol landed on her right hip as Sunshine retained a grip of her arm, twisting it forcefully and knocking Marisol onto her back.

The crowd cheered the action as Sunshine positioned herself so that she now had Marisol in a very effective standing arm stretch. Marisol was flat on her back, her right arm stretched to it's limit as Sunshine twisted it by the wrist, pulling it away from Marisol's body. Marisol grimaced, and then, without warning, lunged her free arm up, grabbed hold of Sunshine's wrist and pulled her forward, flipping her into the air directly over her body.

Sunshine's hair fluttered in all directions as she flipped through the air and crashed on her back alongside Marisol. The two then scrambled to their feet, Marisol getting up just a second or two before the upended blonde. They both stood face to face and almost immediately locked their fingers together in a test of strength.

The arms of both women began to quiver as they struggled to overpower the other, the lithe muscles on Marisol's arms protruding as she pressed upward. Their interlocked hands began to elevate as they drew closer together, their arms almost fully extended over their heads. But as they came within a foot of each other, Marisol lifted her knee into Sunshine's vulnerable gut.

The blonde groaned and pitched forward, freeing her hands form Marisol's grip. But as her body toppled downward, Marisol gave her a vicious chop to the side of her neck. Sunshine continued her decline, but almost as if in one motion, Marisol rammed her elbow between Sunshine's descended shoulder blades, dropping the yellow-clad beauty to one knee.

The crowd roared the quick and effective attack of the ferocious Marisol, while Sunshine licked her wounds while kneeling on one knee. Marisol reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, but Sunshine reacted quickly, wrapping her arms around Marisol's knees, which were directly in front of her.

With a quick and forceful tug, Sunshine knocked Marisol off of her feet, sending her sprawling onto her back. Sunshine then got to her feet, still holding onto Marisol's legs before quickly positioning her self to execute a step over toe hold on Marisol's right leg. The look on Marisol's face was evidence of her concern as Sunshine began to twist on her bad ankle. Marisol felt a twinge, not a sharp pain, but almost a warning.

She felt a tingle of cold sweat on her brow as she feared the worst, so she quickly raised her other leg and slammed it into Sunshine's hip, knocking the pretty blonde backward and forcing her to release her grip. Marisol began to get paranoid as she laid on her back. To her, it seemed that Sunshine was specifically targeting her wounded ankle, and that made her nervous..but angry too.

Sunshine trotted back toward her, recovering quickly from the kick. As she approached, Marisol thrust her left leg up at her, but it missed it's mark and Sunshine was able to grab hold of it by the ankle. The blonde now stood over and facing the fallen Marisol with a firm grip on her left ankle and holding her leg upright. She then firmed up her grip and just as she had done earlier to her right leg, placed Marisol's left leg in a step over toe hold.

Marisol's left leg bent painfully in toward her body, and though painful, it did not cause her the anxiety of the same hold on her injured right leg. But nonetheless, Marisol began to slap at the mat while Sunshine twisted her trapped leg.

As before however, Marisol thrust her free leg up at Sunshine in an attempt to knock her over, but Sunshine reacted quickly to avert the kick. In fact she acted so quickly that she was able to grab hold of Marisol's right ankle, and now had a firm grip on both of her legs.

Sunshine smiled, her confidence building with each second she held onto Marisol's legs. The feisty Puerto Rican however was concerned. Sunshine spread Marisol's legs apart, but then began to push them back toward her body. She placed her knees on top of each of Marisol's thighs and began to press downward, driving Marisol's knees in toward her chest.

Marisol grew angry, though the pressure on her knees was beginning to build, and her thighs ached from where Sunshine was kneeling. Just then Sunshine placed her hands on the toes of Marisol's boots and began to twist her feet inward for added stress.

Marisol's eyes shot open and a look of fear stretched across her face. She had begun to feel that twinge again, only this time it was a bit more painful. With her knees bent in toward her body and her feet bent in towards each other, it was placing considerable stress on her ankle. She knew that she needed to get out of the hold before it caused any damage.

So with a loud grunt, she lunged her legs forward, driving her feet into Sunshine's belly and propelling her backward. Sunshine stumbled quickly backward, and being only a few feet away from the ropes, backed against them. Her momentum carried her off of the ropes and back toward Marisol, who again thrust her feet into Sunshine's tummy and this time lifted her up and flipped her into the air.

The pretty blonde flipped head over heels, directly over Marisol. It was an amazing and awesome display of power, and sunshine landed with a THUD at Marisol's head. The amazonian Marisol then quickly rolled onto her side and got to her feet while Sunshine shook her head to clear it. She had been on a whirlwind, and even discounting the pain in her stomach, she was dizzy from the ride.

Marisol meanwhile set herself and planted her feet. She checked her ankle by slowly placing her weight down upon it, and despite some stiffness, it was fine. She then turned her attention back to Sunshine, who was just trying to push herself up. Marisol now knew that she had to end this match as quickly as possible. She did not want to take any chances with her ankle, and so she stormed over to the rising Sunshine, who had pushed herself up onto one knee.

Marisol positioned herself in front of Sunshine, and as she pushed herself up onto both feet, wrapped her forearm beneath Sunshine's chin. She then spun herself around, causing Sunshine to turn in the process, so that they were now standing back to back. Marisol was reaching back across her shoulder, her forearm still wedged tightly beneath Sunshine's chin. She then pulled her arm back toward her head, placing the back of Sunshine's neck onto her right shoulder.

The crowd began to buzz as they sensed the next move. Sunshine, still a bit oblivious from the flip and just her own natural obliviousness as well, had no idea what was going on. She felt her back touching Marisol's and her head was bent backward, but she had no clue what was coming, which was probably best.

Marisol then took a deep breath and gave one mighty tug with her arm. The back of Sunshine's head bent so that it rested completely on Marisol's shoulder, her body hanging off of Marisol's back. The crowd began to jump to their feet, cheering the torturous Hang Man hold.

But Marisol wasn't done yet. Holding the pretty blonde captive, she then quickly dropped to her knees, snapping Sunshine's head backward before she pulled her arm back in toward her body, leaving the limp body of the unconscious blonde to drop to the mat.

The crowd fell eerily silent for a moment before they slowly began to cheer uncomfortably. Marisol got to her feet and kicked Sunshine over and onto her back. The numb blonde's body slumped over, her arms falling sluggishly out to her sides. Marisol then dropped her body across the debilitated blonde's shoulders as Desiree moved in and quickly completed the ten count.

Marisol slowly pushed herself up onto her feet, a deep, intense look in her eyes as Desiree raised her hand over her head. It was the same move she had used to finish off ToniAnn when she won the crown from her, and now Sunshine was laying indolently silent. Desiree lowered Marisol's arm and turned her attention to the ailing Sunshine. Two of the attendants also rushed into the ring, but sunshine had already opened her eyes.

Marisol looked on, not overly concerned, but not walking away either. She waited to see if Sunshine could move, and once she did, walked over to her corner where Hector had jumped up onto the apron to greet her. The two exchanged a hug and long kiss before Hector escorted Marisol between the ropes and back into the dressing area. She had carried out the first part of her plan, but the second was out of her control. She needed Magie to beat Helen in the next match, a huge task for her rival to accomplish.

After a couple of minutes, Sunshine sat up, with the help of the attendants. Her eyes were a bit glazed and her body stiff, but she was fine. She gradually was helped to her feet, gave a quick wave to the cheers of the crowd and then was helped back to the locker room. Things were bad enough for her before this match, but she began to fear that her career as a professional wrestler might now be over.