With the first two preliminary bouts out of the way, the crowd anxiously awaited the entrance of the two principles for the featured match of the evening, the championship
match between ToniAnn and Marisol. Although the crowd had gathered almost exclusively to watch the battle for the title, they had been treated to surprisingly entertaining contests in the prior matches on a few different levels. The first match satisfied their desire for primal barbarism, with Fire beating on Maggie ferociously to the point of disqualification. The second match satisfied their desire for good, technical wrestling, with Stacey finally forcing Barbie Doll in submission. But despite the entertaining qualities of those matches, the participants palled in comparison to the two wrestlers featured in the championship match. The current champion, ToniAnn was wildly popular with the crowd while Marisol was very well respected by them for her skills, strength and brutality. They expected to be treated to a hard fought, captivating match, and the participants expected nothing less as well.
Back in the locker rooms, Marisol stood before the mirror and looked herself over. Not one to worry much about her physical appearance, Marisol couldn't help but snicker as she looked at her reflection. She had decided to wear a relatively racy bikini, out of character for her, and she chuckled at the irony. It was a skimpy yellow bikini, outlined with gold colored glitter. She usually didn't think much about was she was to wear for a match, but since this was a championship match, she thought she'd surprise her husband Hector. Marisol's motivations were somewhat different than ToniAnn's. Marisol wrestled first and foremost for the benefit of her husband's enjoyment. She was madly in love with Hector and she knew that he loved to watch her in combat. But wrestling also helped fulfill a raw, untamed side of her. She enjoyed being able to dominate another woman, the feeling of power it gave her. The more control she had, the more she enjoyed it. In fact, she often delighted in completely annihilating her opponent. Case in point was Maggie. Marisol despised Maggie, and as such, exulted in destroying her. But some of the things which motivated the other wrestlers, such as the cheers of the crowd, the attention and the like were meaningless to Marisol. She was a true, old time warrior.
ToniAnn, on the other hand was a bit different. She was a beautiful woman who looked more like a swimsuit model than a wrestler. A petite gal at 5'3" and a bit hair over 120 lbs., ToniAnn nonetheless was a complete package, incredible body, beautiful face and outgoing personality. She loved the cheers of the crowd and the adulation they showered upon her. In fact, she often did her best to get a reaction out of them by the outfits she wore and the way she behaved. Although in excellent shape, and possessing very solid wrestling skills, ToniAnn was not an old time warrior, only in her late 20's, and did not possess that mindset. She wrestled as much for the fun and excitement as she did for the competition. But nonetheless, she was very successful at it. She had won the title several months ago, but because she had so many things going on her life, such as an attempt at a modeling career and the always present array of boyfriends, among other things, this would be her first title defense. She knew Marisol was a worthy opponent, and did not take her lightly, but she spent as much time on her outfit for the match as she did on her mental preparation. She was aware however that Marisol had been forced to abdicate her tag team title in order to compete for the singles crown, just as ToniAnn had done. And she knew Marisol delighted in making her opponents suffer, but none of that concerned her much. She was confident, but still cognizant of what was facing her. But as opposed to Marisol who took her attire lightly, ToniAnn was meticulous in her physical preparation. She wore a gold colored bikini, which highlighted her amazing features. Her long blonde hair was combed softly over her shoulders, and she applied just enough eye shadow so as to add sparkle to her pretty blue eyes. It was almost time for the match to begin, so ToniAnn took a few deep breaths as she listened to the crowd react to Marisol's entrance.
Marisol made her way to the ring to a smattering of cheers. A friendly greeting, but not the roar which was expected at ToniAnn's entrance. But Marisol only cared about Hector, and fixed her eyes upon him at ringside while she entered the ring. He blew her a kiss and bowed, smiling at how impressive she looked. Standing 5'5" and weighing in at a tad under 140 lbs. Marisol was in excellent shape. She had "rugged" good looks, lacking the softness of ToniAnn, but impressive in their own way. Her hair was raven colored and ran down toward the middle of her back. Her skin revealed her Puerto Rican heritage, permanently tanned and light brown. Although almost 40, Marisol had a body some girls in their 20's would kill for, and for this rare occasion, it was on display for everyone to see. But before long, ToniAnn began to make her entrance, and the reaction of the crowd was evidence that the champion was on her way toward the ring. It started out as a low roar in the back of the arena, but quickly built into an explosion of cheers as the champion climbed into the ring. Some of her most loyal fans had grown annoyed with ToniAnn for her inactivity since becoming champion, but that quickly faded as they caught a glimpse of her prancing down the aisle and climbing into the ring. She ran around all four sides, waving and blowing kisses to the cheering throng, who joyously showed their appreciation. Marisol remained in her corner and watched the spectacle silently, an evil smirk stretched across her face. "Have fun while you can" she thought to herself as ToniAnn concluded her theatrics and settled back into her corner. The announcer than walked forward and made the introductions, and finally, the ring was cleared and the match was about to begin.
After a delay of a few seconds, the bell finally rang, and the two women made their way out of their corners. ToniAnn moved spryly almost playfully, romping in a circular motion, while Marisol moved slowly and purposefully. They stared each other down as they tangoed around the ring before, almost in agreement, made their way towards each other. ToniAnn's moves were exaggerated, almost theatrical, as her hair flew in different directions as they locked arms and began to struggle. The expression on Marisol's face was evidence that she was all business as she struggled with the champion and began to overpower the blonde bombshell, forcing her backward toward the ropes. ToniAnn backpedaled, but just as her shoulder blades touched the side ropes, she thrust herself in a semi-circle, switching position with her opponent. ToniAnn then instantly shoved her foot into Marisol's stomach and fell backward, pulling Marisol down with her by the arms as she lodged her foot into Marisol's gut. As ToniAnn hit the mat, she lunged her leg upward, launching Marisol into the air, and sending her body into a somersault. Marisol crashed to the mat as ToniAnn rolled onto her side and quickly got to her feet. This was just the type of move she knew she would have to use. Quick reactions to offset Marisol's distinct strength advantage. She would have to beat her to the punch, literally. As Marisol rolled onto her side, she was surprised at how quick ToniAnn was, but before she was aware of the champion's whereabouts, ToniAnn had grabbed a handful of her hair and helped her to her feet, involuntarily. She then wrapped her arm around Marisol's head, trapping her in a front headlock. Marisol was now bent forward and facing ToniAnn, her head resting on ToniAnn's hip. The champion the wasted no time in ramming the point of her elbow down into the small of Marisol's back. The raven-haired warrior grunted, but stayed on her feet, prompting ToniAnn to deliver another painful elbow. Marisol again groaned, but showed resiliency by not dropping to her knees. Undaunted, ToniAnn held the headlock in place and paused for a second as she plotted her next move.
Marisol's lower back was throbbing with pain, and she was trapped beneath her opponent's arm, but she nonetheless tried a counter-attack. She reached around the back of ToniAnn's left thigh and attempted to grab hold of her leg, but the champion launched her right leg upward and slammed into the warrior's gut. Marisol's arm dropped feebly down as ToniAnn had again beaten her to the punch. ToniAnn now switched arms, turning her body so that Marisol's head rested on her other hip, with the both of them now facing in the same direction. She then proceeded to walk toward the side of the ring and upon reaching the ropes, pushed Marisol's head forward so that it stuck outside the ring, between the top two ropes. ToniAnn then stepped over Marisol's hunched over body with one leg so that she was straddling the bowed wrestler's shoulders. She then dropped down, landing her butt against Marisol's upper back and forcing her throat down onto the middle rope. Marisol's body collapsed to the mat as ToniAnn sat on top of her shoulders, pinning her throat against the rope and choking her. The crowd jumped to their feet at the startling maneuver as Marisol struggled to raise her hands up to her crushed esophagus. Her body was outstretched below her, and she felt her face growing red from the lack of blood and oxygen. ToniAnn had gotten the best of her in the early stages of this match, and Marisol was now in serious trouble. She glanced outside the ring, and was staring right into Hector's face, who was screaming wildly for her to fight back. Marisol tried to squirm free, but ToniAnn's feet were planted firmly on the floor on either side of her, making escape virtually impossible. ToniAnn jostled herself up and down, increasing the pressure of the choke for several more seconds, before pushing herself up off of Marisol's shoulders. But rather than free her trapped adversary, ToniAnn again dropped herself down, forcing Marisol to again land in a choked position. But ToniAnn did not stay long this time, and lifted her weight off of Marisol again, this time stepping across her body and walking down toward her feet.
The champion was certainly in the driver's seat, as Marisol was outstretched, her head still hanging off of the middle rope. ToniAnn waved to acknowledge the cheers before reaching down and grabbing hold of Marisol's ankles. She pulled her body in toward the ring, causing her head to snap off of the ropes and crash to the mat with the rest of her body. The blonde then dragged Marisol on her stomach for a few feet before dropping her legs down to the mat. Marisol pulled her arms out in front of her and planted her elbows on the mat as she pushed her head up. She was panting and gasping for air as she rubbed her throat, but ToniAnn wasn't about to give her time to recuperate. She reached down and grabbed her by the ankles before curling her legs back in toward her body. The champion then positioned herself so that she was standing directly over Marisol,, her feet straddling Marisol's hips as she faced her feet. She lowered her butt down onto Marisol's back while at the same time pulling on her feet and forcing her legs to curl in towards her. She then crossed one of the legs on top of the other as she sat perched atop Marisol, this time trapping her in a painful crossed leglock. Marisol lifted her head up off of the mat, a cringe stretched across her face was showed her strain. Again the crowd roared, surprised that ToniAnn was having such a seemingly easy time with her formidable opponent. Marisol was angry, but her legs were screaming with pain. The champ was having her way with her, but was very smart about it. ToniAnn had acted quickly and used holds and maneuvers which offered little chance of escape. But Marisol was not quite ready to give up yet, even though her legs were begging her to.
ToniAnn smiled as she sat on her throne, pulling Marisol's legs ferociously back as far as she could. Marisol's grunts grew louder with each inch ToniAnn forced her limbs to bend.
Desperate, she reached back with her right arm and tried to grab a hold of ToniAnn's air. But despite reaching as far as she could, ToniAnn was just inches out of her reach, though oblivious to Marisol's attempts. Marisol strained to reach further, but could not make up the short distance between her hand and ToniAnn's blonde mane. But then ToniAnn let out a soft grunt herself, and leaned back to apply more pressure. As she did, Marisol grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked it toward her with all of her might. The champion was caught by surprise, her head being forced up towards Marisol's, but she kept her grip on the trapped challenger's legs. Both women struggled to pull the other's body parts as hard as they could. ToniAnn still had a distinct advantage, but Marisol, sensing an opportunity to turn things around, was determined to do so. She continued to haul ToniAnn's head closer to hers, the champion's back arching as she maintained the leglock. Marisol had now gotten ToniAnn's head to the point where it was almost even with her own. Her strength was obvious as her arm muscles flexed from the strain. Finally, ToniAnn began to gradually loosen her grip on Marisol's legs, and the cagey veteran, sensing an opportunity, thrust her legs forward, causing them to break free from ToniAnn's grip and free themselves. ToniAnn was still on top of the face down Marisol, but in a much less enviable position. Marisol grabbed ToniAnn from beneath her chin, still stretching her arm back and over her shoulder to maintain her grip. ToniAnn's head was now bent over Marisol's shoulder as the raven-haired warrior began to push herself up onto her feet. Marisol got to her knees, tightening her grip beneath ToniAnn's chin, the back of the blonde's head still resting on top of her shoulder. AS Marisol knelt upright, ToniAnn's body moved along with her. They were both back-to-back, but ToniAnn's neck was stretched and her head was forced to bend backward. Marisol then gradually pushed herself up onto her feet, the strain from the hold now forcing the veins in ToniAnn's throat to begin to pop out. Marisol got to her feet, maintaining the hold. As she stood upright, it was a curious sight. ToniAnn's back was resting against Marisol's, her body hanging down, but her head was pulled across Marisol's left shoulder and her throat was fully extended. Marisol then took a deep breath and then quickly dropped to her knees while still holding onto ToniAnn's chin. ToniAnn's body fell right along with her, but as Marisol landed on her knees, the jolt from the landing forced ToniAnn's head to fall toward the front side of Marisol, while the rest of her body slumped behind her. The crowd let out a collective and horrified gasp as ToniAnn hung limply off of Marisol. The devastating neckbreaker had worked just as described in the textbook, and ToniAnn's lifeless body hung off of her attacker's like a corpse. Marisol continued to hold ToniAnn up by the chin for several more seconds, as if to display her victim for all to see before releasing the grip and sending her debilitated foe crumbling to the mat. There was an eerie silence throughout the arena for the next few moments as ToniAnn laid motionless on the mat, curled onto her side, the only movement being the slight quiver of her body as she breathed heavily.
Marisol rubbed her face with her hands, trying to gather her composure before she got to her feet. Unlike most everyone else in the arena, Marisol showed little concern for the ailing champion. She slowly pushed herself up and then walked over toward the fallen blonde, kicking her over onto her back. ToniAnn rolled over, her arms fluttering out to her sides as she continued to breathe deeply, her eyes closed. Marisol stood over her for at least ten seconds, but then stomped her foot down into ToniAnn's stomach for good measure. ToniAnn's legs few into the air in a reflex motion, and she rolled over onto her side again, pulling her body into the fetal position. The strange silence persisted as the crowd was still amazed at the violent maneuver, and unsure how to react. They looked for some sign of life from ToniAnn, but other than her panting, none existed. Marisol seemed to revel in her foe's incapacity, and continued to stand over her like a hunter standing over her kill. Again Marisol kicked ToniAnn onto her back, and the petite blonde rolled over like a sack of flour. This time however, a wide smile stretched across Marisol's lips as she pressed her feet on top of ToniAnn's shoulders, and the referee began his count. He counted quickly, reaching ten in about 5 seconds. Marisol stepped off of ToniAnn and thrust her arms over her head. The spiritless crowd gave a polite cheer, but were still looking for some sign of life from ToniAnn. Marisol walked over to the side of the ring where Hector was sitting and leaned out toward him. "That was for you sweetie!", Marisol informed him, and Hector blew her a kiss as he cheered. By this time the attendants had begun to make their way into the ring, but Marisol turned and walked back toward the fallen ex-champion. Realizing the discomfort of the crowd, Marisol reached down and grabbed a handful of ToniAnn's hair and plucked her up onto her feet. She stared ToniAnn in the face and whispered, "These people think you're dead. Show them you are alive!" Marisol ordered before releasing her hair. ToniAnn dropped her hands onto her knees and bent over, taking a few quick breaths before she waved her hand feebly in the air to indicate she was okay. At this point, the crowd went crazy, cheering wildly first for the defeated champion, but then finally for the new champion. Marisol acknowledged the cheers as the attendants helped ToniAnn to regain her composure.
Marisol raised her hands over her head again, her body aching and glistening with her own perspiration as she was fitted with the championship belt. She paraded around the ring once, but then quickly climbed out and headed back to the locker room to celebrate with Hector. ToniAnn remained in the ring for a few more minutes, but was then helped back to her room as well, defeated and without the title.
