With the first match concluded, the attention turned to the
contestants for the second match. In the dressing rooms, the
most experienced team of the tournament sat quietly and calmly as
they waited to be called. Jo turned to Marisol, smiled
confidently, and then turned away. She had originally asked
Maggie to team with her for the tournament since the two had
wrestled as a team once before, but Maggie turned her down,
choosing to focus on her singles matches. Jo was bitter about
that, until she decided to ask Marisol. Marisol was a far
superior wrestler to Maggie, and was also her biggest rival.
“What better way to not only piss off Maggie, but to win the
tournament” Jo thought. It took a little persuading, but Marisol
agreed. She had originally planned to team up with her daughter
Rosalie, but Rosalie was uncomfortable about wrestling with her
mother, so Marisol accepted Jo’s invitation. They were a unique
pair. Jo was 49 years old, the oldest wrestler in the
federation. She had always intended to retire when she reached
50, but if her and Marisol could win and keep the tag team title,
she decided to keep going. Marisol was a 39 year old Puerto
Rican dynamo. She had originally joined the federation in
pursuit of a public match against Maggie. She had humiliated her
in private, but her sadistic side made her want to do it in
public. Teaming with Jo, Maggie’s friend and former partner,
seemed like one more way to irritate her old nemesis. The two
women wore matching two piece suits, red, white and blue striped.
That seemed to be another shot at Maggie, who wore a similar suit
for her own matches.
In the next room, their opponents prepared as well. Christina
was a rookie, and this would be only her third match. Her
partner however was a former champion and one of the best
wrestlers in the federation, Marisa. They were both of Spanish
descent. Christina was a small, sexy girl with long, sandy
blonde hair and a magnificent body. Marisa was taller and a
little less well endowed, but very exotic looking. They wore
matching red bikinis. Christina was very nervous and paced back
and forth, peppering Marisa with questions about their strategy.
Marisa calmly answered each one, trying to settle the younger
girl’s nerves. They had agreed, actually Marisa had decided,
that Christina would start the match. The idea was for Christina
to get right in the ring so that she could use her nervous energy
to her advantage, knowing that Marisa would be right there when
she needed her. The two would be introduced first, and they were
called shortly after. They walked out of their dressing room and
made their way toward the ring. They received a welcome ovation
from the crowd, partially due to Marisa’s reputation and
partially due to Christina’s looks. They entered the ring just
as Jo and Marisol made their way down the aisle. The crowd
seemed disinterested in the older duo, directing their cheers as
the young Spanish girls. Maggie sat back in her seat and
snickered at the reaction her rivals were receiving. But the
formalities passed quickly and soon the match was about to
begin.
Jo stepped outside of the ring, leaving Marisol to start the
match. Marisa as well climbed out of the ring, leaving the
hopping and bobbing Christina to start off for them. The bell
rang and the two wrestlers made their way out of their corners,
Christina’s long hair blowing behind her as she ran in a circular
motion. Marisol had a very serious expression on her face and it
was obvious that Christina was intimidated by her. Marisol
slowly moved closer to Christina before the young woman finally
stopped and charged at her. They locked arms and began to
struggle for position, but the veteran soon took control.
Marisol quickly lifted her knee, driving it into Christina’s soft
belly and causing her to slump forward. Her long hair flew
wildly about her head as Marisol then slammed her combined fists
into the young girls back. Christina crashed to the mat at
Marisol’s feet, the older woman showing no mercy. She kicked her
boot into Christina’s stomach, knocking her onto her back and
causing her to groan in pain. She then dropped her knee into
down into Christina’s belly, driving it forward and digging it
into the fleshy, tender area. Christina was in pain, but Marisol
knew that what she had to do. Not taking any chances, she
reached down to Christina’s legs and pulled them up toward her
head, folding the youngster in half and pinning her shoulders to
the mat. The judge began to count, but Marisa quickly made her
move into the ring. Expecting that to happen, Jo had reacted
quickly and jumped across the ring, cutting her off. Marisa
slammed her fist into Jo’s stomach three straight times, but
before she could get back to help Christina, the count had
reached ten and the bell rang. Marisa was furious, but she knew
Marisol had won fair and square, so she attended to Christina,
angry with herself for letting that happen.
Jo straightened herself up slowly, the punches Marisa had landed
quite effective. But she made her way over to Marisol and the
two of them raised their hands over their heads. Together they
turned and faced Maggie, Jo smiling widely as she caught a
glimpse of her ex-partner. Maggie smirked, disappointed in the
results, but realizing that there was one more match to go.
