Veteran's Division Amateur Elimination Tournament Second Round After you have read the story, please answer the 2 short questions at the end
With the Women’s Division part of the tournament concluded, it was time for the veteran’s to take to the ring. Seated in the front row directly below one of the wrestling rings sat the four pro wrestlers, any of whom might be called upon to face one of the 3 amateurs who were vying to take their spots on the Veteran’s Division roster. The women sat next to each other with Cocoa, The Babe, Ms. Liberty and Big Bad Bertha filling the first four seats and Sarge, Sable and Summer filling the seats directly next to them. Realizing that they could send be facing one of the 3 amateurs, each of the pros stole some clandestine glances across at their potential opponents as the announcer stepped back into the ring to introduce the action.
“Now that we have finished the Women’s Division Tournament, we are sad to say goodbye to Barbara, but happy to welcome the woman who defeated her ….. Peaches ….. to our roster. So now let’s find out if we have any changes to make to our Veteran’s Division. Since 3 women survived our first round, and since we only have 2 rings available, I will call 2 of our amateurs up ….. and then their Veteran’s Division opponents. Once those 2 matches are finished, our third and final amateur will then be called to compete against one of the remaining 2 veterans. So without further adieu, can I please have Summer come and join me in this ring ….. and Sable ….. please climb up into the ring next to me.”
As the 2 amateurs rose from their seats, Summer clearly looked nervous as she made her way past the 4 pros before climbing up into the ring. Not surprisingly, Bertha and Cocoa both muttered warnings to the perky blonde woman as she passed though Summer tried her best to ignore the threats, though the anxiety of her predicament was obvious on her pretty face. Though happy to have survived the first round, the 43 year old fitness instructor had not had an easy time of it, a fact not lost on her potential opponents, most of whom secretly hoped that they would be chosen as her challenger. She seemed the easiest to beat, so if forced to wrestle for their survival, Summer was the one they all wanted to face.
Sable conversely looked confident as she strode past her competition and made her way up into the ring. Unlike Summer, Sable had an air of superiority which was apparent in her strut, a fact not lost on the veterans as they gazed at the fit 55 year old as she passed by. With both women now in their respective rings, the announcer approached Summer, holding a hat with the 4 names of the veteran wrestlers.
“Okay Summer, reach into the hat and pull out the name of your opponent.” he instructed.
Taking a last, quick glance at the pro wrestlers, Summer quickly formulated her preferences for an opponent. The Babe seemed easy enough to defeat. And Big Bad Bertha didn’t look to threatening either, although Summer surmised that the vile older woman was probably a master at treachery and dirty tactics in the ring. Ms. Liberty didn’t look overly intimidating either. But then there was Cocoa. At 5’ 9” tall and weighing close to 300 pounds, Summer felt a shiver run down her spine at the thought of having to face the angry looking black woman. So as she reached her hand into the hat, she hoped for any name other than Cocoa to be announced. She shuffled nervously as she handed the piece of paper to the announcer, who then broadcast the result.
“Cocoa …… please come up into the ring!” he declared.
Visibly shaken, Summer felt her knees get weak at the realization that her worst fears had come true. Cocoa stood up, a provoked expression on her face as she slowly rose from her seat and lumbered up into the ring, stopping in front of Summer.
“Is THIS what y’all brought me here to fight?!?!?!” she yelled out loud.
She then leaned in closer to Summer who was clearly intimidated by the much larger woman.
“Looks like this ain’t your night honey!” she muttered ominously before turning to trudge across the ring and take her place in the opposite corner.
Standing in her own corner, Summer did her best to avoid eye contact with the house of a woman. But she couldn’t help but occasionally glance across the ring, and each time she did, Cocoa scowled back at her. In the mean time, the announcer had made his way over to the other ring and held the hat out for Sable. She too glanced down at her potential competition before reaching into it with a smirk on her face before handing the piece of paper back to him.
“The Babe ….. please come up into this ring.”
Rising to her feet, the 60 year old wrestler turned and shook hands with her friend Ms. Liberty, who wished her luck before the mature grappler spryly hopped up onto the ring apron and then climbed between the ropes. This would be The Babe’s first time in the ring in quite some time so she stretched her arms and legs in the corner to work out some of her muscle tightness. Her last match had been against Big, Bad Bertha over a year ago when the vile veteran had beaten The Babe so badly that she was sent to the hospital where she remained for several days. But The Babe had worked hard to get herself back in shape and despite the fact that Sable looked like a tough competitor, she was confident that she could succeed.
With the pairings now set, the announcer climbed out of the ring as the 4 women each stood in their respective corners, the crowd cheering loudly in anticipation. Still seated in the first row, Bertha sat between Ms. Liberty and Sarge as she reached into her vinyl top and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. She lit one up, took a deep drag and then turned to Ms. Liberty.
“You had better hope that this private over here pulls my name out of the hat, ‘cause otherwise, your career in wrestling is over ... grandma!” Bertha growled at her rival.
Ms. Liberty turned to her abominable enemy, but as she opened her mouth to reply, Bertha blew a stream of smoke into her face. Coughing, Ms. Liberty waved the smoke away from her face, defiant in the face of the warning.
“You just worry about yourself Bertha; especially since I’ve beaten you both times we faced each other!” Ms. Liberty replied.
The smoking veteran then turned to Sarge, but before she could issue a warning, Sarge grabbed the cigarette from her lips, tossed it to the floor and stamped it out. She then scowled back at the surprised older woman and scolded her.
“Smoking is bad for your health!” Sarge growled, staring Bertha down.
“Yeah, well that ain’t the only thing bad fer yer health. You just better hope you gotta face grandma over here instead of me!”
With the 3 women sitting next to each other, the tensions ran high, but before anything escalated, the bell rang and the action in the ring quickly took precedence.
COCOA vs. SUMMER
Taking a final deep breath, Summer shook her arms, rolled her neck and then crouched into a fighting stance as she began to move around the ring. To her credit, she did not try to run, circling closer to Cocoa who stormed to the center of the ring and waited for the amateur to make her move. Moving to within just a couple of feet of the mountainous pro, Summer searched for a point of attack before abruptly rushing in and trying to secure a grip of Cocoa’s wrist. She grabbed hold of it with both hands and tried to quickly bend her body beneath Cocoa’s arm to wrench the larger woman’s limb out to her side, but Cocoa barely moved. Instead she shoved her free arm between Summer’s legs, shook her other arm free and wrapped it around the blonde’s neck, effortlessly scooping her body into the air. She carried Summer in a narrow circle around the center of the ring before hoisting her further upward and then ferociously slamming her to the canvas.
The intensity of the collision caused the entire ring to shudder as the blonde’s back impaled the canvas, her legs spreading open and bending at the knee. Absorbing the impact, her back arched and her head lifted upward as a tortured expression stretched across her face. Her head then snapped backward at the neck as she collapsed to the mat, lying flat on her back. The amateur had never experienced the kind of pain she was in, as if each and every of her internal organs had been shaken inside her body. But Cocoa was just beginning as she stood over the fallen fitness instructor and then stomped her boot down into Summer’s taut tummy.
“BBWAAAAAH!” howled the pony-tailed blonde as again her upper and lower extremities convulsed upward.
Removing her foot from the amateur’s gut, Cocoa then jumped up, pulling her leg out in front of her as she fell so that the back of her meaty thigh slammed against the blonde’s chest in a pounding leg drop. Once again the blonde’s legs shoot up in the air as she moaned loudly from the effects of Cocoa’s bulky leg crushing her chest. Rolling off of the trampled Summer, Cocoa got onto one knee, but then reached over and secured a firm grip on Summer’s ponytail, using it to violently rip her onto her feet. There was a look of fear in the blonde’s eyes as she was hoisted erect, Cocoa grabbing her by the wrist and shoving her back into the corner. The brawny brawler then chugged forward before pulling on Summer’s arm, shooting her across the ring at tremendous speed.
Forced to surge forward as fast as her legs could carry her, Summer’s body turned before reaching the corner and then exploded against the turnbuckles. Her arms and head sailed backward and over the ropes as her legs lifted into the air. With her back slamming hard against the turnbuckles, her body then crumpled in the corner, her arms wrapped over the top rope to keep her upright as the rest of her body sagged off of them. With her head falling in front of her, Summer finally lifted it up, her eyes opening wide as she saw a mass of brown skin and silver spandex barreling toward her. Before she could react, Cocoa dove forward, spreading herself apart in midair before seemingly swallowing up the slender blonde.
Squashed against the corner, Summer’s howls of pain were muffled by Cocoa’s massive frame which was pressed tightly up against her. As the crowd stood and cheered the spectacle, Cocoa finally backed away, leaving Summer’s body to disintegrate from the corner and fall limply to the mat below.
The hulking Cocoa then reached down and grabbed hold of one of Summer’s ankles, dragging her inert opponent across the ring by the leg. She dropped it a few feet away, Summer left lying on her back with her body sprawled apart. Cocoa then climbed up onto the middle rope in the near corner and faced her fallen target. As the crowd began to shout loudly, Cocoa raised her arms over her head and with a nasty war cry, leaped forward, her massive body soaring through the air until it landed flat against the outstretched amateur.
The crowd gasped as Cocoa landed, her body not only flattening but also completely covering Summer. The ref dove in to check and see that Summer’s shoulders were pinned, if there was ever any question. He then slapped the mat three times, counting the amateur out as the bell rang to signal the end of the match. Cocoa then slowly pushed herself off of the defeated amateur and got to her knees before leaning down and addressing the semi conscious blonde.
“That was called the Cocoa Powder girl! Remember that the next time you think you ready to be a rassler!” she proclaimed before getting to her feet and thrusting her arms up overhead.
Remaining flat on her back with her modest chest heaving up and down, Summer stared blankly at the ceiling. Her attempt at becoming a pro wrestler was over, and the thought of a NEXT TIME was the furthest thing from her mind. Cocoa had pummeled her, taking less than half of the 5 minute time limit to do so, and as a result, secured her place in the Veteran’s Division.
Meanwhile, in the next ring, The Babe was trying to do the same.
THE BABE vs. SABLE
Things were not going well for The Babe, but there was still plenty of time to turn things around, despite the fact that Sable had dominated the action so far. Right from the start, the amateur had moved quickly, charging from her corner once the bell rang to deliver a running clothesline to her older opponent. Unprepared for the quick attack, The Babe was knocked flat to the canvas, allowing Sable to grab hold of her leg and wrap it in a step over toe hold, twisting at the veteran’s shapely limb relentlessly.
Slapping at the canvas in both pain and protest, The Babe tried to wriggle free, but Sable had secured her trapped leg too tightly to allow an escape. The Babe’s leg throbbed from the hold as she rolled on her back, trying desperately to free herself. Sable seemed in no hurry to release her, and kept the veteran twisted in the painful hold for almost the first minute of the match. But finally, The Babe was able to recoil her free leg and shoot it upward with just enough force to knock Sable backward.
Rolling onto her side, The Babe got up onto one knee as she glanced out into the front row to her friend Ms. Liberty, who encouraged her to get up. But she could not do so quickly enough, and found herself being ripped the rest of the way to her feet and then shoved back into the corner. Sable then grabbed both of The Babe’s arms, trapping them against the top rope, before ramming her knee forward and driving it into the veteran’s midsection.
“PPHHHWWWHHHH!” spewed The Babe as her upper body toppled forward, Sable pushing her upright into the corner before nailing her with another knee to the gut.
“AAACCCHHH!” howled the aging veteran as she again doubled over, this time Sable letting her drop to one knee.
Though similar in age with Sable 5 years younger than her 60 year old competitor and similar in size as well, with Sable and inch taller and 10 pounds heavier than her opponent, the disparity seemed much larger. Sable looked younger and much stronger than the pro, and the blows she had delivered seemed to be proof of that. As The Babe grabbed the rope to try and push herself back onto her feet, Sable gave her an unwanted assist by wrapping her in a front headlock and using the grip to haul her erect.
On her feet with her head stuffed beneath the amateur’s arm, The Babe was pulled across the ring until Sable finally wedged her back into another corner. Sable then stepped back a few steps, preparing to charge the bikini clad Babe. But as she rushed in, The Babe secured a grip on the top rope with both hands and used the leverage to propel her legs upward, wrapping them around Sable’s head with a nicely executed leg scissors. Trying to pry the blonde’s legs from her head, Sable struggled to break free as The Babe continued to hold onto the ropes for support. But Sable quickly realized that and began to move away from the corner, The Babe trying to hold on as she did so. Finally however, Sable powered herself further away from the corner, causing The Babe’s upper body to plummet toward the canvas though she kept her legs tightly wrapped around the amateur’s head.
With her knees bent and locked around both sides of Sable’s head, The Babe’s body dangled down the front of her opponent. Her arms hung toward the canvas as Sable began to charge forward, The Babe’s eyes widening at the realization of the impending consequences. Unable to prevent it, the front of the pro’s body was smashed against the corner in a brutal collision. But as The Babe’s grip loosened, Sable surprisingly reached up and held onto them, keeping the veteran’s body draped off of her. She then marched toward the center of the ring and set herself before taking off into a spin. The upended Babe began to orbit around her attacker, her arms sailing out in front of her as she revolved. Finally Sable released her grip on the pro’s legs, sending her flying through the air before crashing near the corner.
The Babe landed hard and rolled over once before coming to halt, her body huddled together near the corner. Just then the bell rang to signal the end of the match in the other ring, Summer’s attempt over as Cocoa’s arm was raised in victory. Though the pro had earned a victory in that match, things weren’t looking nearly as good for the pro in this match as Sable stormed over the fallen Babe and ripped her up the hair. With her back to the corner, The Babe was hauled onto one knee, but fired a straight jab into Sable’s gut. The blow did little to halt the attack, and instead seemed to serve only to aggravate Sable, who then spread her arms out to her sides before driving them together and slapping her open palms onto either side of The Babe’s head with a loud POP!
The Babe’s eyes seemed to go blank as her mouth fell open and she slumped back against the corner. She was clearly disoriented by the bell clap to her ears as Sable roughly grabbed two handfuls of her short blonde hair and violently yanked her onto her feet. She then pulled her to the center of the ring before letting go, leaving The Babe to stagger around a few steps like a drunk. Her expression remained vacant, as did her eyes, the blow to both sides of her head clearly leaving her senseless as Sable stood by and watched. Seated at ringside, Ms. Liberty watched in frustration jumping to her feet to try and encourage her friend.
“Come on Antoinette! Snap out of it!” she implored, using The Babe’s real name as she drew the attention of Sable.
With The Babe still reeling around aimlessly, Sable walked over to the side of the ring where Ms. Liberty stood and leaned over the ropes to yell down at her.
“Is this a friend of yours?” Sable shouted down at Ms. Liberty while pointing at the teetering Babe.
“Yes she is.” came the reply.
“Well then you better be thankful it wasn’t you!” warned Sable as she turned and faced back into the ring.
Ms. Liberty stood and watched, hoping that her friend would snap out of it. But as The Babe continued to totter in the center of the ring, there was little hope of that. Storming up in front of her, Sable then stopped. But even though she still looked out of it, The Babe somehow managed to ram her knee weakly forward and shove it into the amateur’s stomach. The blow caused Sable to lurch forward slightly, but again, the attack seemed to do little more than incite the brunette. Standing erect quickly, Sable then drew her own knee back and fired a vicious knee into The Babe’s gut, drawing a huge spew of air from the veteran wrestler’s lungs.
Doubled over, The Babe wrapped her arms around her aching gut as Sable moved in closer and placed the blonde’s head between her legs. She then leaned forward and wrapped her own arms the middle of The Babe’s body before hauling her upward, upending her in the process. The beleaguered veteran’s legs shot overhead as her arms fell toward the canvas, but before she knew what hit her, Sable dropped to her knees, driving her head into the canvas with a malicious pile driver.
As if in slow motion, The Babe’s neck disappeared into her body before she toppled over, falling flaccidly to the canvas. She did not move, lying face down with her body heaving slightly from her heavy breathing. Sable then turned and glared out at Ms. Liberty, as if to warn her of what was to come. Ms. Liberty looked frantic as her friend lay motionless, Sable then rudely kicking her onto her back before rolling the helpless 60 year old into a matchbook pin, her limp body folded in half as the ref slapped out a three count.
Sable kept the pin in place for a few more moments, smiling out as Ms. Liberty who glared angrily up at her. The Babe had been handily defeated and her wrestling career was now over. But Sable also seemed to be sending a message to Ms. Liberty and all of the other Veteran’s Division wrestlers that she was a force to be reckoned with.
Finally getting to her feet, Sable’s arm was raised in victory as the attendants rushed over to her flattened victim. Smelling salts were whisked beneath The Babe’s nose and after a few seconds, she finally showed signs of life as the announcer broadcast the official results.
“The official results are ... COCOA retains her spot on the roster with a victory over SUMMER …. but we say goodbye to THE BABE …. who will be replaced on the Veteran’s Division roster by our latest addition ... SABLE! Next up, to conclude the tournament, Sarge ….. will you please come up into the ring to pick your opponent in the final match of the night.”
As Sable made her way out of the ring, Sarge climbed up into it as The Babe remained on the canvas. But rather than retreat back to the locker room, Sable walked over and took a seat next to Ms. Liberty, who gave her an angry scowl as she sat down. Bertha meanwhile leaned forward, gazing at the victorious Sable.
“What’re you doing here?” she asked pointedly.
“Now that I’m one of the girls, I thought I’d take the opportunity to scout out my competition!” Sable replied.
“Yeah, well you didn’t have no competition yet. I beat the crap out of that old hag too, so don’t get too full of yourself!” Bertha warned.
Ms. Liberty took exception to the comment however, and intervened.
“The Babe’s NOT and old hag, she IS a great wrestler!” Ms. Liberty proclaimed, defending her friend.
“Oh yeah, she looks real good right now!” Bertha remarked snidely as they all glanced up into the ring as The Babe was helped into a seated position, still looking completely oblivious to her surroundings.
It was hard to argue the point, and Ms. Liberty chose not to do so, instead settling back into her seat as the announcer held out the hat for Sarge while The Babe was helped to her feet and assisted out of the ring. Sarge then reached into the hat, pulled out one of the two remaining pieces of paper and handed it to the announcer as Bertha and Ms. Liberty waited to see which one of them would have to fight for her wrestling life.
“Ms. Liberty ….. please come up into the ring.” he proclaimed, Bertha smirking in devious delight at the announcement.
“One down ... one to go! I guess that’s the end of Ms. Liberty!” Bertha chuckled. “Nice knowing’ ya!” she said snidely as Ms. Liberty walked past her.
Again ignoring the derogatory comments, Ms. Liberty climbed up into the ring as Sarge moved forward and, in a show of good sportsmanship, stuck out her hand. Ms. Liberty shook it as the amateur whispered “good luck” to the pro. Ms. Liberty nodded, returning the sentiment before both wrestlers stepped back into their respective corners.
MS. LIBERTY vs. SARGE
Sarge stood steadfast in her corner, a serious expression on her face as she prepared for battle. At 5’ 7” tall and weighing 125 pounds, the ex Army sergeant was an inch taller than her opponent, but weighed 50 pounds less. Wearing her camouflage bikini, it was clear that she was in great shape, her svelte body taut and rippled with muscles as she geared up for the match, her intense, dark eyes furled focused on her opponent.
Across the ring, Ms. Liberty wore a blue spandex, long sleeved body suit, quite a contrast to the skimpy red, white and blue bikini she had donned for her previous 2 matches, both of with disastrous results. Losing badly in the bikini wrestler tournament and then forfeiting her Veteran’s Division Title after a one-sided defeat in her most recent match, the veteran pro wrestler chose to moderate her attire in the hopes of ending her losing streak. Her psyche had been damaged by those losses, but a loss tonight would have much more dire consequences, namely the end of her pro wrestling career. So as she fidgeted in her corner waiting for the bell, her potential expulsion from wrestling were in the forefront of her thoughts.
But she was left little time to ponder the significance as the bell rang to start the fight. Sarge surged forward and Ms. Liberty met her in the center of the ring as they both locked up. There was a quick jostling for position before Sarge was able to grab hold of Ms. Liberty’s wrist and abruptly twist her arm behind her back. But as Ms. Liberty was spun, she was able to hook her leg behind Sarge’s and once her back was forced against the amateur, she thrust herself backward, causing both of them to fall to that mat. Sarge’s back hit the canvas hard before all of Ms. Liberty’s 175 pounds fell on top of her, squashing her against the mat.
Momentarily stung by absorbing both the force of the fall and the weight of opponent’s body, Sarge could not react quickly enough to prevent Ms. Liberty from hastily rolling off of her and positioning herself in a seated position alongside the ex-Army sergeant. As such, Ms. Liberty was able to shove the soles of her boots into the sides of Sarge’s ribs and neck while grabbing hold of her wrist and pulling on her arm. Flat on her back, the amateur felt the pressure of Ms. Liberty’s boots being pressed into her side while her arm was twisted and yanked on in the opposite direction. She tried to roll in the direction of the pro, but Ms. Liberty was able to keep her at bay by driving her feet deeper into the sides of the amateur.
Sarge slapped at the mat with her free arm, her face wincing in pain as she tried to devise a means of escape. But Ms. Liberty leaned back even further while continuing to pull on the trapped limb, preventing an escape while attacking Sarge’s arm. The soles of the pro’s boots dug deeper into the soft skin on the side of Sarge’s ribcage and neck, the pain increasing with each passing second. The svelte but powerful amateur continued to try and squirm out of the hold, but Ms. Liberty kept the pressure on, extending her legs completely while dipping her upper body backward to stretch and twist on the limb.
Knowing that her opponent was younger and stronger than she, Ms. Liberty was in no rush to release the hold. She knew that if she could do as much damage to Sarge’s arm as possible, it would weaken at least part of her arsenal. The crowd was noisy, many jeering Ms. Liberty’s attack since she had lost much of her fan base over her last couple of matches. But the persistent pro would not give in, keeping the agonizing restraint in place. Finally however, she eased up on her grip slightly as she tried to adjust it to twist the arm even further, but Sarge took advantage of the opportunity by abruptly rolling her body toward her attacker. She spun on top of Ms. Liberty’s legs, but continued to revolve toward her, ending up on top of the pro’s ample chest. She then pressed her elbow down onto one of Ms. Liberty’s shoulders, jamming it to the mat while forcing her hips down onto the pro’s other shoulder, pinning her in the process.
Panicked as she realized that she was pinned, Ms. Liberty tried desperately to escape but Sarge’s strength became apparent as she could not break free. The ref dove in, checked the pro’s shoulders and began to slap the mat, hitting it twice as the crowd leaped up in anticipation. Ms. Liberty felt a rush of her blood to her head at the possibility that the match, as well as her wrestling career, was over, but somehow managed to propel her hips upward and eject Sarge off of her. Rolling over her opponent’s head, Sarge quickly got to her feet as Ms. Liberty rolled onto her side and got up onto one knee.
The crowd cheered loudly as Sarge rushed the still kneeling pro, but as she hastily reached to grab Ms. Liberty by the head, the pro lunged at her legs, wrapping her arms around Sarge’s thighs and then pulling on them to propel the amateur down onto her back. Sarge landed hard, her arms spread over her head as Ms. Liberty quickly moved to seize control. She grabbed hold of Sarge’s right leg and kept it hoisted into the air, and then slowly moved alongside Sarge’s right side, trying to twist on her opponent’s elevated leg in the process. The pro then dove toward the canvas, dropping her elbow down on the amateur’s breastplate while coiling her leg in the process.
Upon impact, Sarge’s body recoiled as her leg fell back down before she rolled over onto her stomach. Now lying face down while grabbing her chest, Sarge felt Ms. Liberty then kneel down onto her right shoulder while pulling up on her right arm, the same arm Ms. Liberty had attacked at the start of the match. With the pressure of the pro’s knee digging into her shoulder blade, Sarge’s arm was then yanked upward and twisted awkwardly, eliciting an anguished growl from the amateur. Jerking the arm straight up behind her fallen foe, the pro kept her knee planted into Sarge’s shoulder to increase the pressure, Sarge trying to flail her body in protest. But Ms. Liberty kept her trapped against the canvas, effectively attacking the arm once again.
After a short period, the pro then began to get to her feet, pulling on Sarge’s arm to force her up as well. Ms. Liberty then shoved Sarge back against the ropes, clutching tightly onto her wrist as she set up alongside her. The pro then took two large steps forward before tugging on Sarge’s arm to toss her across the ring. But rather than simply comply with being flung in the direction Ms. Liberty intended, Sarge was able to adjust her course while lifting her arm, veering directly at Ms. Liberty before slamming a huge forearm into the left side of the pro’s face.
As the crowd roared, Ms. Liberty’s head snapped to the right, the blow delivered with tremendous force. She seemed dazed for a moment, allowing Sarge to veer back and deliver another huge forearm, this time to the right side of Ms. Liberty’s face. Once again the older grappler’s head snapped to the side as she was clearly hurt at this point. As her head fell forward, her arms dropped to her sides, leaving her vulnerable as Sarge backed up halfway across the ring.
Lifting her head, Ms. Liberty was clearly dazed, but not so much so that she didn’t notice Sarge rushing across the ring at her. Unfortunately for the pro she could not react quickly enough and was penalized for that by receiving a huge dropkick to the chest. The potent kick sent Ms. Liberty sailing back into the corner, her arms circling overhead and falling over the top ropes before her body slumped down from them. Getting to her feet quickly, Sarge then rushed in, whirled her arm up over her head and then delivered a huge forearm down onto Ms. Liberty’s chest.
The wilted pro’s two large mounds of flesh fluttered wildly up and down from the force of the blow as she sunk deeper into the corner, one arm falling off of the ropes and covered her aching bosom. Sarge then reached forward to grab her, Ms. Liberty trying to intercept by lifting her own arms as well, but in her weakened condition, could not do so effectively. As a result, Sarge clenched onto her wrists before hopping upward and planting the soles of her boots onto each of Ms. Liberty’s hip. She then fell backward, pulling on Ms. Liberty’s arms to drag her down as well. But as the back of Sarge’s shoulders hit the canvas, she pushed forward with her powerful legs to propel Ms. Liberty’s lower body through the air, sending her flipping overhead. Soaring through the air, Ms. Liberty completed a full revolution before crashing hard to the canvas, bouncing off it once and then sliding a bit further until her feet plopped down a few feet away from the side ropes.
The acrobatic assault delighted the crowd who leaped to their feet cheering as Ms. Liberty remained on her back, rolling from side to side. She was clearly in pain as she reached for her aching tailbone, making no attempt to get up. Never regarded as the best wrestler in the Veteran’s Division, Ms. Liberty did however have a reputation for being resilient. She had taken her knocks throughout her career, but generally managed to stay competitive in most of her matches. Recently however, that resiliency had begun to fade and her ability to “take a licking but keep on ticking” had also gradually begun to deteriorate. So with Sarge up and moving toward her, the general consensus was that Ms. Liberty’s wrestling career might soon be over.
Moving down to the bottom of her opponent’s legs, Sarge then reached down to grab Ms. Liberty by her ankles, but the besieged brunette abruptly recoiled her knees into her chest before propelling her legs forward and slamming the soles of her boots in Sarge’s gut. The amateur backpedaled quickly, sinking against the ropes which then sent her ricocheting forward. Ms. Liberty then again lunged her feet into the sprinting Sarge’s midsection, the time knocking her to the mat.
With many of the fans booing the turnaround, some nonetheless cheered Ms. Liberty’s courageous comeback. But although Sarge was now down and in pain, Ms. Liberty wasn’t out of the woods just yet. She rolled up into a seated position and then got to her hands and knees, still obviously struggling. Sarge too began the process of getting to her feet, both women feeling the effects of the fight. Ms. Liberty got up onto one knee, and then gradually pushed herself erect, Sarge not very far behind.
With the match about half way into its five minute time limit, Ms. Liberty struggled to regroup. Though she had been holding her own, Sarge was proving to be a tough opponent. Despite her slender frame, she was clearly a very powerful woman, and Ms. Liberty’s 54 year old body was suffering as a result. But she was determined to win the match and as such, avoid elimination. So she trudged over to Sarge, who had just got to her feet as well, and the two women seemed to pause for a moment before attacking.
As Ms. Liberty moved toward her, Sarge turned and thrust her hip against Ms. Liberty’s midsection while reaching to grab her by the back of her head before flipping her over and onto her back. The pro’s momentum carried her forward into a seated position, but Sarge was on her before she could progress any further. Grabbing Ms. Liberty by her arm, she pulled her onto her feet and spun her around so that she faced the brunette’s back. She then crossed one of Ms. Liberty’s arms in front of her body, before repeating with the other. As a result, both of Ms. Liberty’s arms were trapped in a crossed position in front of her, a move often referred to as a straight jacket.
The pro squirmed and wriggled, but could barely move, her body encased by her own arms. With her large chest projecting over her crossed arms, Ms. Liberty found herself being lifted by the arms before Sarge abruptly dropped her, the pro landing hard on her butt as Sarge released her arms.
Unable to break the fall with her hands, a sharp pain shot up Ms. Liberty’s spine as a result of the landing. Her head dipped backward and her mouth opened widely, though barely a peep came out of it through the expression on her face was evidence of the pain she was in. Sarge continued the attack however, pushing the pro down onto her side before rolling her onto her back. She then dove across Ms. Liberty’s chest, pinning her once more. The ref dove down, and seeing Ms. Liberty’s shoulders pinned, began his count. He reached two before the pro was barely able to lift her right shoulder, a split second before the third slap.
Shifting her weight, Sarge again pinned Ms. Liberty, trying to press down even more as again the ref began to count. The veteran grappler was in a fight for her wrestling life as she tried desperately to roll over. The ref slapped the mat once before Ms. Liberty tried to bridge her back, but Sarge was able to resist as the second slap concluded. Finally, as his arm raced toward the canvas for a third time, again Ms. Liberty barely lifted her right shoulder enough to stop it in before the final slap.
Frustrated, Sarge got up onto her knees, grabbing hold of Ms. Liberty’s wrist with one hand and her armpit with the other. She yanked her onto her feet, shoved her back against the ropes and then tossed her forward, sending her racing across the ring. The bulky pro’s large chest bounced wildly from beneath her spandex bodysuit as she dipped into the ropes, rebounding off of them and back toward Sarge.
The amateur rushed at her to deliver a clothesline, but Ms. Liberty dove into a baseball slide, taking Sarge’s legs out from under her. The ex-Army woman fell forward unexpectedly, her face slamming hard against the canvas before she came to rest, face down. Ms. Liberty struggled to her knees, but then crawled over to Sarge, quickly rolling her onto her back before diving across her shoulders.
With a 50 pound weight advantage, Ms. Liberty covered her smaller foe’s shoulders completely as the ref dove in, checked to verify the pin, and then slapped the canvas. He did so twice, but Sarge was able to bridge her body, hoisting Ms. Liberty off of her as she rolled away. Still disoriented by the hard blow to her face, Sarge nonetheless labored to get up, Ms. Liberty not faring much better. The two once again stood and faced each other; Ms. Liberty trying to capitalize on the amateur’s stunned state.
Rushing at her, the pro ducked down and drove her shoulder into Sarge’s gut, knocking her against the side ropes. As Sarge’s rear end projected between the top two ropes, Ms. Liberty wrapped her arms around her back with her shoulder still planted in Sarge’s midsection. She then slowly stood upright, her knees buckling as she struggled to lift her smaller foe. Finally getting erect, Ms. Liberty then tossed Sarge off of her, sending her flipping over her back before she crashed to the canvas.
With her shoulders striking the canvas before her legs unfurled below her, Sarge lay flat on her back as Ms. Liberty stood over her. The pro then stomped her boot down into Sarge’s gut, causing her body to fold in half as her head and legs shot upward. Ms. Liberty then grabbed her by the arm with both hands, hauled her onto her feet and pushed her against the side ropes. Sarge looked tired and drained as Ms. Liberty then barreled forward, tossing the amateur across the ring.
Racing forward, Sarge dipped into and then shot off of the ropes, Ms. Liberty charging her to deliver a clothesline. But Sarge ducked below it and continued across the ring, bouncing off of the ropes as Ms. Liberty turned to face her. The pro set herself deliver a side kick to the charging amateur, but Sarge foiled that attack by diving forward and spearing Ms. Liberty in the chest with a flying shoulder block.
They both fell to the canvas, Ms. Liberty landing hard on her back as Sarge landed alongside her, much less painfully. Not wasting time, the former military woman then scrambled over to the fallen pro, once again jumping on top of her, but this time spreading her own body directly on top of Ms. Liberty. Having been unsuccessful at keeping her pinned by lying across her shoulders, Sarge changed tactics, trying a different method to pin her rival.
In what was becoming a typical occurrence in this match, again Ms. Liberty found herself struggling to escape a pin attempt. The ref dove down once more, checked her shoulders and slapped the mat once, but Sarge had not ensnared the veteran’s legs, allowing Ms. Liberty to roll to the side, reversing the attempt. She now lay atop Sarge, trying to coil her legs around the amateur’s to lock her down, but before the ref could begin his count, the amateur was able to roll over, flattening Ms. Liberty beneath her once more. The crowd was frantic, as was Ms. Liberty, realizing that Sarge had already come close to a victory and if she continued, sooner or later she was going to be successful.
This time however, Sarge adjusted herself so that only her upper body lay across the pro while she reached down to try and hook Ms. Liberty’s legs. But before she could grab it, Ms. Liberty finally bridged her back, using just enough force to roll Sarge off of her.
With her frustration level growing, Sarge slapped the mat in anger before getting to her knees and grabbing onto the rope to pull herself up. Ms. Liberty meanwhile got up onto one knee, but Sarge was again on her before she could get up. Pulling the pro up by the arm, Sarge left herself unprotected however, allowing Ms. Liberty to drive her knee forward and ram it into the amateur’s gut. Doubling over, Sarge then found her head wedged between Ms. Liberty’s spandex wrapped thighs as the brunette clamped her legs together around it. Reaching forward, Ms. Liberty grabbed Sarge by the waist, trying to upend her, but did not have the strength to carry it off. She released the grip, but the failed attempt allowed Sarge to surge forward, pushing Ms. Liberty into the corner, although she kept her legs wrapped tightly around her hunched over foe’s head.
With her back against the corner, Ms. Liberty then raised her arms and slammed her combined fists into Sarge’s back, knocking her down onto one knee. Trapped in the awkward position, Sarge threw a blind punch upward which slammed into the right side of Ms. Liberty’s ribs, drawing a wince from the pro. Sarge then got back onto both feet, still stooped over, with her head still ensnared. She prepared to throw another upward punch, but Ms. Liberty beat her to it, dropping to her knees and as a result, ramming Sarge’s face into the canvas.
With the clock ticking down, Ms. Liberty knew that if there was no pin at the five minute mark, the judges at ringside would decide the winner. She also knew that if the decision was left to them, there was a good chance that the amateur would be declared victorious. So with Sarge floundering on the mat below her, Ms. Liberty tried to move quickly to end it herself. Scurrying down to the bottom of Sarge’s legs, she grabbed her by the ankles and began to drag her to the center of the ring. Still lying face down, Sarge tried to prevent herself from being hauled off, and reached to grab hold of the bottom rope. She was successful, so as Ms. Liberty continued to pull on her legs, Sarge held on for dear life.
With the crowd imploring the Army veteran to hold on, Sarge struggled to keep her grip. Ms. Liberty’s strength was sapped by this point, so after trying to pull her off of the ropes for a few more seconds, she finally gave up, dropping her ankles and rushing over to her downed foe. Not sure how much time was left, but realizing that it wasn’t much, Ms. Liberty had a distinct sense of urgency as she reached down, grabbed Sarge by the forearm and pulled her upright. She then hit her with a knee to the midsection, trying to weaken her more before attempting a pin. But the amateur recovered quickly, straightened up and overpowered the veteran, pushing her forcefully back into the corner. With her back to the turnbuckles, Ms. Liberty was then met with a powerful knee to her own midsection, doubling her over as she howled out loud.
The back and forth action was delighting the crowd as Sarge tried to wrap her arm around Ms. Liberty’s bowed head, though the veteran was not yet ready to surrender. She sprang up and threw a hasty right hook into Sarge’s ribs, eliciting a soft groan from the Army veteran. But Sarge then shoved her hand into Ms. Liberty’s chest, again pushing her back into the corner before lifting her leg and slamming her knee into the pro’s soft midsection.
“AAWWWWWWW!” howled Ms. Liberty, clearly hurt by the body blow as she doubled over.
Sarge then stood up, took a deep breath and began to walk backwards, making her way to the center of the ring while all the time watching her aching rival. She paused once again, taking another breath before charging forward, her shoulder down as she prepared to spear the pro in the chops. But as she approached, Ms. Liberty grabbed the ropes on either side of her and used them to propel her legs up into the air. With her target now removed, Sarge’s shoulder rammed against the steel pole in the corner, Ms. Liberty then dropping down onto her back. Reaching forward, she wrapped her arms around Sarge’s waist and then rolled forward, dropping toward the canvas and pulling Sarge along with her.
As her shoulders hit the mat, Ms. Liberty rolled forward, completing a somersault while forcing Sarge to roll along with her. Ms. Liberty ended up in a seated position, her legs straddling Sarge’s head as the amateur was now flat on her back via a perfectly executed sunset flip. Ms. Liberty then grabbed Sarge’s wrists and held them while she lifted her legs to drop them down on Sarge’s arms, trapping them beneath her thighs. Sliding upward so that the top of Sarge’s head was wedged firmly against her crotch, Ms. Liberty wanted to ensure that as much weight as possible was placed on Sarge’s arms.
With the amateur restrained, the pro tried desperately to keep her there as the ref dove in, checked to ensure that Sarge was in fact pinned, and began to count. He slapped the mat once as Sarge flailed her legs wildly. He slapped it a second time while Sarge tried to punch her fists upward in a desperate attempt at landing a knock out punch. But then he slapped it a third time, and Sarge let out an angry growl as she knew that she had been defeated.
Ms. Liberty thrust her arms overhead, delighted by the outcome. It had been a rough and demanding match, but she had survived and as such, lived to wrestle another day. Lifting her legs off of Sarge’s arms, she rolled to the side and got to her feet before again raising her arm in celebration. She then looked down at her exasperated opponent and stuck out her hand, offering to help her up. Sarge paused, staring at the hand for a second, but then accepting the offer as she was helped to her feet. The two women then shook hands, Sarge moving in and whispering into Ms. Liberty’s ear.
“Congratulations, that was a great effort. Good luck to you". she whispered cordially.
“Thank you, I appreciate it. But I’m glad I won’t have to face you again!” Ms. Liberty replied reverently.
“Oh don’t be so sure about that. You taught me a few good lessons today, but I’ll be back.” she stated confidently.
Ms. Liberty nodded, as if to tell her that she in fact deserved another chance. But as the two finished their handshake, the announcer broadcast the results to the fans.
“The official results are ... MS. LIBERTY retains her spot on the roster with a victory over SARGE in a hard fought match. That concludes our Amateur Elimination Tournament …. Good night everyone!”
