Answering the telephone, a smile instantly appeared on my face once I heard the voice on the other end. It was Ms. Liberty, and it was great to hear from her. We hadn�t spoken in a couple of months, not since I had called to check on her the day after her last wrestling match, a somewhat demoralizing loss to her former prot�g� Barbara. And though we usually had pretty pleasant, lighthearted chats, the tone of her voice this time was much more distressed and serious than usual.
She explained that she had just come from the hospital after visiting her friend and fellow wrestler The Babe. Just the night before, The Babe had a championship match against the new Veteran�s Division champion, Big Bad Bertha, which obviously had not turned out well. Ms. Liberty went on to tell me that The Babe was left with a large contusion on her face, bruised ribs and possibly some internal bleeding. I was taken aback by the extent of her injuries, but after realizing that The Babe was a slender, 60 year old woman and that Big Bad Bertha was a bully and a brute, I can�t say that I was shocked. Ms. Liberty however was angered by the beating handed out to her friend and determined to avenge her loss, so she asked me to try and set up a match for her against Bertha. I agreed and shortly after hung up.
I sat and reminisced for a little while, thinking about how my relationship with her had evolved over time. Ms. Liberty was a good friend of my mom�s, so much so that I used to call her my aunt. But things changed about a year ago when I arrived home from college and moved into a new apartment. She came to visit and as we sat and talked, eventually revealing that she had been a professional wrestler for many years. As a big fan of women�s wrestling, I began to attend her matches and a few months later she asked me to help manage her wrestling career. So as her new manager, I called the wrestling federation and set up a meeting for the next night.
I was planning to work-out that night after the meeting so I was carrying a pair of shorts and sweatshirt with me in a gym bag as I arrived at the federation�s offices. I took a seat and waited, surprised to see Big Bad Bertha walk out of the owner�s office after a few minutes. She stared me up and down while lighting a cigarette, though I don�t think she knew who I was. She then flashed her version of a flirtatious smile at me as she passed on her way out. She was a vile looking woman, not at all what you would expect a wrestling champion to look like, and her flirting was a bit repulsive. But I was there on a mission, and ignored her come on as I waited for my chance. As I stood up however, someone came up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder. I turned and was greeted by a smiling pair of green eyes from none other than Lace. She gave me a big hug and an unexpected kiss on the lips, chatting with me for a moment before we were summoned to the office, together.
Lace was a good friend of The Babe, as well as a friend of Ms. Liberty, though their relationship had become a bit strained. The two had competed against each other in the Veteran�s Division Bikini Wrestler of the Year Contest several months earlier, and the outcome had created a bit of a rift between them. But Lace remained close friends with The Babe and as I took a seat on the other side of the federation�s owner�s desk, I was surprised to see Lace take the seat right next to me. Before either of us could speak however, the owner began.
�I know why both of you are here, so let�s get right to the point. I know that you Lace, and Ms. Liberty, are both pissed off that Bertha put your friend in the hospital. I feel bad about that, but that�s the wrestling game. I�m sure you�re both here to demand a match against her, but this is what�s gonna happen.�
I sat and listened, turning to Lace who was watching the owner intently. She was on the edge of her seat, waiting for her chance to speak, though he continued before she could do so.
�Bertha is the champ, like it or not, and to tell you the truth, she�s the only Veteran�s Division champ we�ve ever had who successfully defended her title. So even though you�re both here to convince me to schedule a match against her, that�s aint' gonna happen.�
I again turned to Lace and saw her pretty green eyes curl into a squint as an angry expression stretched across her face. She began to protest, but was quickly cut off once again.
�Listen, the truth is, I don�t really want Bertha as the champ either. Her matches against both Cocoa and The Babe weren�t exactly good draws, and the fans aren�t lining up to watch her wrestle. So I�ve decided that her next match is gonna be against Elektra.�
Lace quickly stood up, placed her hands on the desk and began to yell in protest. The owner listened for a few seconds, but then quickly cut her off, telling her to sit back down.
�I know that you want to get your mitts on her Lace, but Elektra is the big draw here so she gets the first crack. And if by some chance Bertha beats her and keeps the title, one of you two will get the next shot. In fact, Bertha made a suggestion which I think is a good idea. On the next card, right before the championship match between Bertha and Elektra, I�m gonna have you and Ms. Liberty face each other, with the winner getting the next shot at the title.�
I was thrown off guard by the decision and didn�t expect it all, nor did Lace. There was a short period of silence as we both absorbed the announcement, but then Lace spoke up.
�Who the hell is she to make any decisions! She�s just some trailer park trash, and you�re letting her call the shots?!?!?!� Lace proclaimed irately.
�Listen Lace, first of all she is the champ. And second, both you and Ms. Liberty want a shot at the title, so this will decide who gets it! You got any other ideas?� he shouted back.
I decided to let them argue it out, Lace not backing down. She turned to me with a half smile, apologizing for her upcoming remarks.
�Nothing against Ms. Liberty, but I was the one who beat Bertha to advance to the finals in the Bikini Wrestler of the Year. I was also the one who eliminated Ms. Liberty. She had the title already, and lost it to Cocoa, and then she lost her last match against a newcomer .... WHO I TRAINED! So she isn�t exactly setting the world on fire lately. So if you want to know who deserves the match between me and Ms. Liberty ... IT�S ME! Give me the match and I�ll bring the fans in!�
Though Lace made some valid points, I was nonetheless compelled to defend Ms. Liberty.
�I came here to get a title shot for Ms. Liberty. True, she has struggled a little in her last few matches, but she WAS the champ once before, and she can be the champ again. And she can bring the fans in too!� I concluded.
The owner then stood up, letting us know that the meeting was over.
�I�ve heard what you both have to say, but the decision is final.� He then looked at Lace. �You will wrestle against Ms. Liberty on the first match of the next card and whoever wins gets the next title shot. Elektra will wrestle for the title against Bertha in the next match, and that�s it!�. Next he turned to me. �And you tell Ms. Liberty what I�ve decided and tell her to be ready for the match.�
I could tell that there was nothing left to say and that I wouldn�t be able to change his mind. Lace seemed resigned to that as well, so we both got up and walked out together, the owner closing the door to his office behind us. I began to walk out of the building, but Lace grabbed me by the arm.
�I�m sorry about that. I didn�t mean to talk bad about Ms. Liberty, but I really want a shot at that pig Bertha!� she announced.
�I understand, but you know, Ms. Liberty wants it too.� I replied.
�Yeah, I know. But it looks like the two of us will have to fight it out for that chance. I know that she wants to win too, but make sure she knows that I REALLY want that match.�
She paused for a moment, her eyes turning deadly serious as she stared back at me.
�It�s my time now, and I�m gonna show everyone why I should be the next champ. And unfortunately for Ms. Liberty, it�s gonna be at her expense. So I�m gonna go at it full speed against her, and I�m planning to be the one with her arm raised when it�s over.� she said very matter-of-factly.
I again turned to walk out, but she stopped me once more.
�So listen ... what are you doing now?� she asked.
�I�m going to go and work-out.� I answered.
�That�s just what I was gonna to do, so why don�t you join me? There�s a pretty nice gym right here, and no one is there to bother us.�
I hesitated, but then accepted the offer.
�Great! I�ll go change and meet you in the gym in a few minutes.� she replied enthusiastically.
I shook my head as she skipped into the locker room, not sure why I had agreed. I changed into my shorts and sweatpants and thought about giving Ms. Liberty a call to tell her the news, but I knew that she wouldn�t be happy with the outcome, so I decided to wait until the next day. I also wasn�t sure if it would be okay to call her at night anyway since her husband wasn�t happy that she had started wrestling again, and I didn�t want to raise his suspicions.
Waiting in the gym, I turned and saw Lace walk in, my eyes opening wide at the sight of her. She was wearing her wrestling outfit, a violet colored two piece outfit with a sheer top that allowed for a clear view of her erect nipples beneath it. The view was quite pleasant, and she caught me staring for a moment, bringing a sly smile to her face.
�Okay, come on you handsome little devil. Let�s get to work!�
We exercised for the next two hours, Lace amazing me with her strength and stamina. She put me through one of the best work-outs I had had in quite some time, flirting with me the entire time. I found myself flirting right back, surprisingly enjoying the sight of her 49 year old body as it was put through the training. We lifted weights, did aerobic exercises and then did a full abdominal routine before I finally gave up, telling her that I was done. She smiled back at me, her eyes twinkling as her body glistened under the fluorescent lights. Just then the owner peeked his head into the gym, telling Lace that he was leaving and asking her to lock up. She nodded in agreement, turning back to smile at me as he walked out.
�Looks like we�re all alone now!� she purred in a very seductive voice while standing in front of me with her hands on her hips as she breathed heavily, her toned body glistening with perspiration.
I smiled back, seduced by her, and not afraid to admit it. Though she was twice my age, she still had a body that would make woman my own age jealous. She then looked at me with a twinkle in her eye and a sly smile on her face, before asking me a question.
"So ... what exactly is going on between you and Ms. Liberty?" she solicited in an unthreatening manner.
It was a complicated question since there had been a glimmer of romance between us on occasion. But despite feeling some affection toward Ms. Liberty, I hadn't given any serious thought to allowing anything to happen between the two of us. So I answered her question confidently.
"Nothing. She is a good friend, a family friend whom I admire very much. But there is nothing more to it than that." "Good!" she stated, before turning and walking over to the water fountain to get a drink of water. She took a long drink before turning and walking toward the entrance to the gym, twisting closed the lock on the door before walking back toward me. As she approached, she stared at me with evil thoughts on her mind.
"Then it won't cause any trouble with her when I seduce you!" she growled softly.
She slinked over to me before wrapping her hands behind my neck and staring into my eyes. I knew exactly what she had in mind, and I was game! She then whispered into my ear with a deep, sexy voice.
�So ..... how tired are you?� she purred.
Before I could answer she pulled her top over her head and tossed it aside, her magnificent chest now staring right back at me. I couldn't take my eyes of it as she pressed her body up against mine, reaching to grab my shirt and pulling it over my head. I didn't resist as the heat from her body and softness of her breasts pressed against my chest as she pushed her lips to mine. We swirled our tongues gently into each other's mouths before she lowered herself down onto an incline bench used for weight lifting, pulling me down on top of her. She then reached forward and pulled my pants down, exposing my erect manhood. She smiled at the size of my erection as she pulled her own tight, short shorts down, giving my erection a welcome target as she laid back on the bench, spreading her legs apart as she bent them at the knee and lifted them back toward her head.
I followed her lead, driving myself into her as we proceeded to have a long session of hot, steamy sex. She was a tiger, growling as she lifted her legs back like a gymnast while scratching roughly at my back. Finally, after both of us let out long, pained moans of delight, our desires satisfied, I lifted myself up off of her and stood up, staring back down at her. She had a very content look on her face as she sat up, giving me a final kiss before getting up and walking into the locker room without saying a word. Just before she disappeared behind the door, she stuck her head back out and yelled over to me.
"You were wonderful hon. And don't worry; this little sexcapade will be just between the two of us."
I smiled, grateful for her revelation as I nodded in agreement.
"Oh, and by the way, I'm not looking for a boyfriend or anything. I just wanted to do that from the first time I met you!"
She then smiled and disappeared into the locker room, leaving me standing naked in the gym. I went into the men's locker room and took a quick shower, changing back into my clothes and waiting for her. She came out soon after and grabbed my hand as we walked out of the gym together.
Reaching the front door, she dropped my hand, locked the door behind her and then turned to me. I was worried that there would be an awkward moment, but Lace simply said, �So I�ll see you around!�. With that she smiled slyly, turned and walked off to her car, making sure to swivel her hips as she strutted away.
I stood and smiled as I watched before getting into my car. The drive home was a pleasant one as I thought about the episode. I had just had great sex with an attractive older woman with no strings attached and no commitments. What I thought might have been a big mistake had actually turned out to be a memorable experience, and my admiration for Lace had just grown considerably. I felt no guilt at all about the experience, and Lace was the reason why. But as I walked into my apartment and checked my messages, that guiltless feeling faded quickly as I listened to a message from Ms. Liberty.
�Hi! I hope everything went okay. Give me a call when you get in, I�m anxious to see what you were able to do. Call me in anytime, it�s okay. Well, I guess that�s it. Look forward to hearing from you ... and thanks so much ... again! Bye!�
Though not from the south, she nonetheless spoke in a sort of sexy, slow drawl which I loved. She left the message at 8:00 PM, so I checked my watch and saw that it was already 11:00 PM, too late to return her call. I then checked my Caller ID and noticed that she had called three more times after that, the latest just a half hour ago. I thought about it for a moment, but still opted not to return her call tonight.
Ms. Liberty�s husband did not approve of her return to the wrestling ring about a year ago, and was very adamant about it. But she nonetheless continued to wrestle against his wishes, a fact that had obviously created some tension between husband and wife. So the last thing I wanted to do was cause any further animosity between them and calling her at 11:00 at night to discuss her next wrestling match didn�t seem like such a good idea. So instead I took a shower, got dressed and went out to meet some friends.
I got home later that night, and much to my surprise, saw that Ms. Liberty had tried to call yet again, though she did not leave a message. I felt badly, but there was nothing I could now and since I had a few drinks in me, fell asleep at about 4:00 AM, planning to call her when I woke in the morning. As I slept however, the phone jarred me awake at 8:00 AM and Ms. Liberty was on the other end.
�Hi, did I wake you?�
I was groggy, but knew her voice as soon as I heard it. I told her that it was okay and apologized for not returning her call the night before.
�I got in a little late and didn�t want to cause any trouble with your husband by calling you at that time.� I replied.
�Oh ..... well ..... you won�t have to worry about that any more.� She said.
Her response was interesting, but before I could ask her to elaborate, she asked when her match against Bertha would take place. I hesitated, trying to figure out how to break the news to her. I gathered my thoughts and then explained what had happened.
�Well, apparently the owner had scheduled a meeting with Bertha right before seeing me.� I began.
�Oh ....� she replied with a hint of alarm.
�And he didn�t meet with just me. He had Lace join me for the meeting too.��He did, did he!� she proclaimed, a hint of annoyance in her voice.
�Yeah. Apparently you weren�t the only one who wanted a match against Bertha. Lace also wanted to schedule a match against her.��She did, did she!� Ms. Liberty replied.
�Yeah, she did. So since you both wanted a title match, Bertha apparently suggested that you and Lace have a match, but against each other, with the winner next in line for a title shot. The owner agreed with her before he even met with me and Lace, so he told us that you and Lace will face each other on the next card, and Bertha will be facing Elektra.�
There was an uncomfortable pause as Ms. Liberty obviously contemplated the outcome. I sat there for a few moments before she finally responded, obviously agitated at the discovery.
�Why that little .....�, she began, too much of a lady to finish the sentence.
I felt obligated to apologize, and told her that I tried to argue, and Lace did as well, but he wouldn�t listen. I explained that he told us that the decision was final and that both women should be ready to wrestle against each other.
Again there was a pause as Ms. Liberty tried to compose herself. She told me that she was not angry with me and appreciated that I had tried to help. She then turned her attention to the task at hand, asking if I had spoken to Lace after the meeting. The question was ironic since we had done much more than talk, but I wasn�t about to let Ms. Liberty know that.
�Um ... yeah ... we talked a little. She was angry, but realized that there was nothing she could do about it.� I told her.
�So did she have anything else to say?� she asked.
Again I hesitated, thinking that she had PLENTY to say, but again chose my words carefully.
�She just said that you should be ready because she plans to win.��Oh she did, did she! Well I plan to win too!�
We talked for a few more minutes, but then Ms. Liberty thankfully decided to end the conversation and let me and my throbbing head get back to sleep.
�Um ... if you don�t mind ... I may need some help getting ready for the match. Would you help me?� she asked sweetly.
I readily agreed since it was the least I could do after letting her down as her manager. We then hung up and I dropped back in bed, thinking about the conversation for a few minutes before falling back asleep.
A couple of days later Ms. Liberty called me again and asked if I could meet her at the arena gym. I agreed, but got stuck at work, so I arrived about an hour late. When I walked into the gym, it was crowded, but Ms. Liberty spotted me right away and walked over. She was wearing a pair of navy blue tights and a baggy sweatshirt and was sweating from having from her work out. She kissed me on the cheek and I immediately apologized for being late.
�That�s okay, I�m almost done anyway. I just want to hit the treadmill for a little while, okay? Will you wait for me?� she asked.
I nodded and took a seat on the side as Ms. Liberty walked over to the treadmills. But just a moment later, much to my surprise, Lace appeared out of nowhere with her prot�g� Barbara by her side. Both had also obviously been working out, though I hadn�t noticed them. She said hello, acting very nonchalant, as if she did not want to raise any suspicions.
�So ... here to visit your friend Ms. Liberty?� she asked wryly.
I again nodded.
�Well, you better get her motivated sweetie. She�s only been working out for a half hour and she looks exhausted! Me and Barbara have been here for an hour and half and we�re still not done!�
Barbara stood alongside her and nodded, her taut body dripping with sweat. She was obviously enjoying the opportunity to not only train with Lace, but also to watch her current mentor take on her former one. You see, Ms. Liberty had acted as a mentor to Barbara before stepping aside to focus on her own training, leaving Barbara annoyed and frustrated. But Lace stepped into that role, helping Barbara train for and ultimately defeat Ms. Liberty in their last match.
As the two stood before me, I glanced over, noticing Ms. Liberty watching as I talked with the two women. She had a hint of jealousy on her face as she stepped up onto the treadmill, Lace turning to glance at her before a smile stretched across her face.
�Come on Barbara, let�s hit the treadmill!� Lace proclaimed with a sly voice.
Realizing what her trainer had in mind, Barbara smiled and agreed as they walked over, Lace taking the treadmill directly next to the one Ms. Liberty was on. The two former friends exchanged icy glances at each other before Lace smiled, pausing at Ms. Liberty�s machine.
�So, how long are we going to go for Ms. Liberty?� she asked cheekily, checking the timer on her upcoming opponents machine.
�20 minutes? Is that all? Come on, let�s do a half hour!� Lace chided.
Ms. Liberty tried to ignore her at first, but as she gradually worked her way up to a jog, responded with a panting voice.
�You ... train the way ... you want to Lace ... and I�ll ... train the way ... I want to.�
Lace shook her head and smirked, enjoying the opportunity to playfully taunt her. She then stepped up on the treadmill next to Ms. Liberty, Barbara taking the one on the opposite side. The two women quickly worked up to the same pace as Ms. Liberty, the three of them now jogging in unison. Gradually however, Lace raised the speed, picking up the pace to a spirited run. Barbara followed suit, but Ms. Liberty refused to acquiesce, keeping her steady tempo.
10 minutes went by and Ms. Liberty was beginning to breathe heavily. At 15 minutes she was panting, and by the time 20 minutes had passed, she was gasping for air as the sweat dripped from her face. The speed of her treadmill gradually slowed to halt as she grabbed the bar in front of her and stooped over, breathing heavily. Lace meanwhile had kept up her rapid pace and was still going strong, glancing over at her exhausted adversary.
�You�re � going � to � have � to do � better � than � that � if � you � want � to � beat � me!� Lace reprimanded.
Ms. Liberty turned and gave her a chilly smirk as she stood up and wiped her face with a towel. She then walked over to me and told me that she would be out in a few minutes. I nodded, telling her that I would wait for her outside, trying to avoid any suspicion by being left alone with Lace. I watched Ms. Liberty walk away before standing up and turning to stare at Lace. She smiled back, shrugging her shoulders in jest as she and Barbara chuckled. She then threw me a kiss as I walked out of the gym. About 20 minutes later, Ms. Liberty came out to meet me; her hair still wet from a shower and combed straight back with no hint of make-up on her pretty face.
�Would you like to get something to eat?� she asked sweetly, to which I agreed.
We got into my car and drove off, finding a little caf� not too far away. We went inside and took a seat and began to chat. I started the conversation by asking her what had happened between her and Lace. When she had first introduced me to her several months ago, they seemed to be great friends, but lately their seemed to be a deep rift between them. She didn�t hesitate in her response.
�It really was just one incident, the Bikini Wrestler of the Year Contest. Lace, The Babe and I made a deal that we would work together and whomever of us finished the highest in the Bikini Contest voting would be the one to advance. Well I was the one who finished the highest ... �, she paused, a hint of embarrassment on her face, before she continued.
�But Lace went back on that agreement and ended up tossing me out of the ring and eliminating me.�
She paused, making sure that she chose the correct words.
�So I wouldn�t say we�re no longer friends, in fact I would say the opposite. But I felt that she didn�t live up to our agreement, so I was a little annoyed with her. I don�t think it�s unusual though for friends to have disagreements.�
I listened, but then asked about the incident in the gym where Lace seemed to be taunting her.
�Oh, that�s just her way. She tries to intimidate her opponent�s, and that�s what she was doing to me. Lace and I are very different people, both in and out of the ring, so I�m not too worried about that.�
There was certainly some validity to what she was saying, but I asked her to elaborate on those differences.
�Well, first of all, our wrestling styles are quite different. Lace relies on power and aggression when she wrestles. She�s not very much concerned with technique or strategy; she just goes full speed from start to finish. But that�s her downfall sometimes. She gets so overzealous that she loses her acuity, which gives her opponents a chance to outthink her. I, on the other hand try to devise a strategy and then pace myself as I try to execute it.�
I listened intently, but her assessment concerned me. Ms. Liberty was a talented wrestler, but her matches were never easy. She had taken a good deal of punishment whenever I had seen her wrestle, win or lose. And with Lace�s strength, passion and hunger to prove something to the fans, especially in this match, I wondered if perhaps Ms. Liberty would be facing the worst possible opponent for her. But I kept quiet, allowing her to go on explaining the contrasts between herself and her upcoming opponent.
�Next is our attire. I�m sure you�ve noticed the way her boobs stick out from beneath that sheer top she wears ...�
This time I was the one left blushing. It was hard not to notice the way Lace�s abundant bosom protruded from, and was visible through, her sheer top.
�.... Don�t be embarrassed, it�s pretty hard not to notice them when they�re staring right at you!!� She chuckled, drawing a smile from me before she went on.
�But that�s all part of her �in your face� personality. She likes to be noticed, she likes being flamboyant, she likes to show off her body. She�s very �over the top� while I choose to be more understated. That�s the difference between us. She�s impulsive while I�m much more restrained. Take for example our love lives. She�s been married and divorced four times while I�ve been with the same man my whole life ... �
Once again she paused, but this time she wasn�t laughing. There was a pensive expression on her face now, not quite sad but rather contemplative, as if she was debating her current situation as compared to Lace�s and trying to decide which was better. I took notice, and decided to prowl into that area next.
�So I hope you don�t mind my asking, but when we spoke on the phone, you mentioned that I no longer had to worry about your husband finding out that I was setting up a wrestling match for you. What did you mean by that?��Well ... � she began slowly, ... �you know that we have been having some trouble for awhile now. So a few weeks ago we sat down and talked, and decided that we were both unhappy. He decided that it was best for him to move out, so that�s what he did.�
I tried to gauge her reaction and though typically very communicative with her eyes and facial expressions, I had a hard time figuring out how she felt about it. So I decided to ask. She again hesitated, thinking about it as if for the first time.
�You know ... it�s sad in one way. We�ve been married for so long. He is the only man I�ve ever been with, and I mean EVER! But in another way I feel like I�ve been a wife and a mother for so long that I�ve lost my own identity, I�ve never been my own woman. So maybe the time is right for me to focus on myself a little bit and the things that make ME happy!� she said with conviction.
I could tell that she was tormented by the situation on one hand, but also seemed resolved to move on with her life. I couldn�t help but think however, that the fact that she was wrestling again after agreeing to retire several years earlier had been the cause of the split, and I felt a little guilty about that, almost as if I was the one who had pushed her back into wrestling. So I again decided to ask.
�Is that why you�re wrestling again, to something for yourself?�
She smiled sweetly and thought about it for a moment before responding.
�No, I don�t think so.� she said.
�So why DO you wrestle?� I prodded further.
�Well �. At first it was just for the income. I�ve already told you how it started, how we needed the money and I saw an ad in the paper seeking women to learn wrestling. And after I started, my husband got involved and took over, and to be honest, I enjoyed having him so interested and involved in something that I was doing. He ran my wrestling career like a business, taking care of all of the details. After a long run though, we finally decided it was time for me to retire. He had lost interest a long time before that and though I still enjoyed wrestling, I wasn�t as motivated as when he was immersed in it too.�
�So why did you get back into it?� I asked.
�To be honest ...." she began, a rosiness developing on her cheeks as she blushed, �... it was partially because of you!� she said, her voice trailing off as she was obviously embarrassed.
�Because of me?� I asked, a little surprised.
�Well not ENTIRELY because of you .... but yeah, you played a part in it. I remember that day I came to see you in your apartment, the way you got so excited when you found out that I was a wrester and how you pried me for details. It made me feel important and special, and I hadn�t felt that way in awhile. And then the way you helped take care of everything for my match against Domina, the way you looked at me when I walked down to ringside in my wrestling suit and the way you took care of me after the match .... I�ll never forget any of those things, even though that match didn�t exactly turn out as I had planned.�
She bowed her head, once again embarrased as she then lookd me in the eye with a sort of puppy dog expression on her pretty face, her brown eyes twinkling under the candlelight. I was the one embarrassed now as I recalled the details of that match. I remember being turned on at the sight of her in her wrestling outfit and then actually watching her wrestle. But I also remembered how, despite a gallant effort, that she was beaten badly in the end.
�Well, you gave it a great try. Domina was a tough opponent!� I announced, trying to make her feel better.
�Yeah, she was tough. But I still plan to beat her.�
The words surprised me since this wasn�t the first time she had made reference to planning another match against Domina. I didn�t think that was a good idea, but kept my mouth shut as she went back to her explanation.
�Anyway, you gave me the inspiration to step back into the ring which made me realize how much I really do LOVE TO WRESTLE! The challenge of pitting myself against another woman, the way I�m forced to push my body to it�s limits, the confidence that I now have in myself; and also having someone there with me who makes me feel special, who really enjoys watching me wrestle and maybe thinks I am at least a tiny bit special for doing it. I�ve never had any of those feelings before. To my husband it was a business and watching me wrestle was not something he derived any great pleasure from. But you really seem to enjoy watching me, and that reaction has meant so much to me.�
She bowed her head and blushed once more, obviously worried that she had revealed too much. But as I watched her, I realized why I was so attracted to her. She was confident without being arrogant, strong willed but also sweet and somewhat vulnerable. I stared at her as we continued to converse, gazing into her pretty brown eyes which were the window to her soul. They gave away every emotion she was feeling, and right now that emotion was clearly a strong one, and directed right at me.
I studied her face, which was pretty and full of character. With soft, pale skin marred mildly in some spots by the scars of her previous battles, those scars did little however to detract from its appeal. I found myself enthralled by her despite her mild imperfections. But regardless of the emotions I too was now feeling, I decided to change the subject back to wrestling.
�Anyway, what do you think about the match against Lace?� I asked.
�Well ... I think I�ll win ... but I don't think it will be easy. It will be a rough match, but I think I can beat her!� she exclaimed.
�I think you can too.� I replied, won over by her sincerity but not completely convinced about the accuracy of my claim.
Not long after, we left the restaurant and I drove her home, avoiding the urge to lean over and kiss her after pulling up in front of her house. She was obviously waiting for it and when it didn�t come, seemed to be debating whether or not to invite me in. She too avoided the urge to ask however, creating an uncomfortable pause as we both sat there.
In contrast to my escapade with Lace where we simply went our separate ways afterward, this was a much more emotional scene. My encounter with Lace had been purely physical, but with Ms. Liberty, emotions were involved, and that was proving difficult for both of us. Finally we simply said goodbye, and after she opened her front door, I drove off, a bit distressed by the outcome.
When I arrived home, I immediately retrieved the video tape of the match Ms. Liberty had against Domina. I watched it in earnest, aroused at the sight of the older woman struggling against the sadistic blonde. Time after time, Domina seemed to gain control, only to have Ms. Liberty fight back and not give up. Though in the end, the younger blonde won the fight, Ms. Liberty showed her courageousness throughout, earning both my respect, as well as a place in my heart. But as I sat there watching the video, my mind wandered back to my romp with Lace. A feeling of guilt came over me once again, almost as if I had wronged Ms. Liberty with the act. We had made an emotional connection, even though we each had chosen not to act on it, prompting me to feel like my tryst with Lace had violated that connection.
The next few weeks went quickly, and even though i had promised to help Ms. Liberty train for the match, my job got busy and i didn't have much free time. So as the day of the match arrived, I hadn't seen Ms. Liberty since our dinner together. Again feeling guilty for abandoning her, I decided to try and plot out her next match, arriving at the arena several hours early and hoping to get a meeting with the owner. I wanted to surprise her by showing that I had taken care of everything, just as her husband used to do for her. But unfortunately the owner wasn�t there. Much to my surprise however, Lace was. She walked over to me, wearing a sports bra and tight shorts, having just done some stretching and looking great!
�Hi, nice to see you here so early. So, you ready to watch the big match?� she asked.
�Good luck tonight Lace.� I replied.
She thanked me, but then moved closer, placing her hands on my butt and squeezing.
�Can I talk to you for a minute .... in private.� she whispered in my ear.
I wasn�t sure what she had in mind, but agreed cautiously. She took my hand and pulled me into another room, apparently the trainer�s room where a massage table was set-up in the middle. She then moved closer again, wrapping her arms around my neck.
�I�ve got a favor to ask you sweetie. I�m used to having sex on the day of my matches, it helps keep me focused, but since I don�t have a husband right now, or even a boyfriend, I was wondering ......�
I was stunned by the request, but before I could answer, she pulled her shirt off and placed my hands on her amazing breasts. My erection instantly popped up as she slid my pants down and began to fondle my manhood. Before I knew what hit me, she had pushed me down onto the massage table removed her shorts and was mounting me. I didn�t resist as she jumped on me, gradually leaning back and sensually rubbing her chest while moaning out loud while I drove myself inside of her. I laid back and enjoyed the ride, though her moans grew louder and louder and I began to worry that someone might here her. She wasn't thinking of the consequences however, and continued to groan out loud. We kept at it for about ten minutes before finally, we both reached climax within seconds of each other.
I laid there stunned as Lace got up and grabbed her shorts, pulling them back on before reaching for her top. I quickly got dressed, grabbing a towel to wipe myself off before slipping my pants and shirt back on. She gave me a kiss on the cheek, leaning forward and once again whispering into my ear.
�Thanks hon, that was just what I needed.�
She then left the room through another door which led to the woman�s showers. I remained flabbergasted, standing there for another minute before finally walking out into the other room. But as I closed the door behind me, I was startled to find Ms. Liberty just walking in.
�Oh hi! You�re here early!� she announced, obviously happy to see me.
�Yeah ... um ... I was trying to meet with the owner to talk about your upcoming championship match.� I replied in a nervous voice which I was sure would give me away. I could feel my face turning red as we chatted, and knew that I had to get out of there as quickly as possible before I gave myself away.
�You�re really sweet, you know that!� she replied innocently, blushing as she gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I then wished her luck and left the room, walking out to the parking lot and taking a few deep breaths, still amazed at what had just happened. I decided to take a walk as a flood of emotions filled my head. It almost felt like I had just cheated on Ms. Liberty. I couldn�t deny that there was something going on between us, and although neither of us had chosen to act upon it, there was an unquestionable emotional attachment. So by engaging in a physical relationship with Lace, I felt like I had violated Ms. Liberty in the process.
I concluded the long walk before heading back to the arena, the fans now starting to fill the place up. I walked down and took my seat in the first row, looking around as the crowd wandered in. I was still in a daze as the minutes passed until finally the announcer stepped into the ring, welcoming the crowd.
�Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to another great night of Veteran�s Division Wrestling! Tonight we have 2 matches for you. The first match will feature two of our top veteran�s competing for the right to next battle the Veteran�s Division Champion, while our featured match of the night pits our champion against the current # 1 contender. So let�s get right to it!�
The crowd applauded, many still mulling around as he introduced the two women.
�Our first wrestler stands 5� 4� tall and weighs a powerful 150 pounds. Please give a warm welcome to ..... LACE!�
As a large ovation sprang up, I turned and watched Lace trot down the aisle toward the ring. Wearing her tight lavender shorts, matching sheer top and barefoot, Lace elicited a flurry of whistles and catcalls, loving every minute of it as she climbed up into the ring and paraded around it, shaking her body to the delight of the crowd. She had a huge smile on her face, obviously enjoying the attention before finally hopping back to her corner, shuffling excitedly as the announcer continued.
�And her opponent tonight, standing 5� 6� tall and weighing 175 pounds, let�s hear it for ..... MS. LIBERTY!�
I once again turned and watched as Ms. Liberty strode down the aisle. Wearing a red, white and blue cape, she walked with a confident gait as the crowd greeted her. The reception she received was less enthusiastic than the one given to Lace, evidence of the struggles Ms. Liberty had been having in the ring as of late. I looked into her eyes as she reached ringside and could see a hint of disappointment as a smattering of boos could be heard amongst the cheers.
Lace seemed to delight in having won the popularity contest, but Ms. Liberty was nonetheless undaunted as she entered the ring, waving to the fans before heading to her corner and removing her cape. She was wearing a long sleeved, form-fitting, navy blue body suit adorned with a band of white stars around her waist, and red wrestling boots on her feet. The tight, spandex outfit did a nice job of showcasing her voluptuous curves while exposing virtually no bare skin. I watched the two of them as they stood in opposite corners, and remembered back to my conversation with Ms. Liberty about the differences between the two of them.
�She likes to be noticed, she likes being flamboyant, she likes to show off her body. She�s very �over the top� while I choose to be more understated. That�s the difference between us. She�s impulsive while I�m much more restrained."
Those words rang true as Lace bopped energetically in her corner while Ms. Liberty calmly stretched her arms on the ropes. The announcer then left the ring, the ref moved off to the side and the lights dimmed over the crowd, leaving the spotlights over the ring to shine down on it. Just a moment later the bell rang, and the battle between the two veterans began.
Lace skipped spryly out of her corner, circling to her right as Ms. Liberty moved in the same direction, though more slowly and deliberately. They continued to circle each other for a few more moments before Lace made the first move, dashing toward Ms. Liberty as the two locked up. They battled each other in hand to hand combat for a few seconds before Lace snatched Ms. Liberty�s right wrist and abruptly yanked it out to her side, twisting it a full revolution as Ms. Liberty stumped forward, her trapped limb now stretched alongside her body.
The crowd cheered as Lace kept the pressure on, twisting away at the arm as Ms. Liberty tried to escape the hold, but to no avail. Her large, navy blue shrouded chest hung down below her as she stopped over, grunting as Lace wrenched the limb even more, jerking it up and down to increase the pressure. Finally however, she gave a big upward twist on it before pulling it into a circle and flipping Ms. Liberty onto her back. The brunette fell hard, Lace still securing her grip on the arm as she dropped down alongside Ms. Liberty�s shoulder, stuffing her left foot into the crux of Ms. Liberty�s neck while wedging her right foot into Ms. Liberty�s armpit.
Flat on her back now, Ms. Liberty�s bulky body squirmed on the mat as Lace pulled back on the trapped appendage, bending it even more awkwardly now. I watched as Lace leaned back while yanking on Ms. Liberty�s wrist to rip her arm out of it�s socket while twisting it even more. Ms. Liberty began to flail her legs as she groaned loudly; trying to reach across her body to grab Lace, which only provoked her to increase the pain. Ms. Liberty�s chest bounced from beneath her bodysuit as she struggled, her pretty face cringed in pain as her arm began to grow numb.
The painful twisting and pulling continued for another minute or so, until finally Lace released the arm, quickly pushing herself up onto her feet as Ms. Liberty rolled onto her side, tucking the injured limb in against her body. Lace however marched up next to her, kicking her onto her back once again before stomping down into Ms. Liberty�s soft paunch.
With her entire body recoiling from the blow, Ms. Liberty emitted a huge �AWWW!� before it relapsed, allowing Lace to repeat the move and sink her barefoot deeply into Ms. Liberty�s awaiting tummy. Again the spandex-clad veteran�s body convulsed upward, but as it fell, it was met with a third brutal clomp, this time causing her to roll onto her side and huddle together to protect herself.
Lace had a look of depraved intensity as she stormed alongside her fallen foe and grabbed her by the arm, ripping her onto her feet. Ms. Liberty stood up, hunching forward in pain until Lace tugged upward on her arm, forcing her erect and then stretching her even higher. With her right arm being yanked up straight over her head, the brunette veteran's midsection was left vulnerable, and Lace took advantage, cocking her leg before ramming her knee upward and brutally slamming it into the right side of Ms. Liberty�s ribcage with tremendous force.
There was a sickening THUNK as the bone from Lace�s kneecap struck the bones in Ms. Liberty�s ribs, lifting her onto the balls of her feet as her face contorted in pain while she let out an anguished moan. She quickly doubled over as Lace then stood next to her, raising her arms over her head before sending her conjoined fists crashing down into Ms. Liberty�s back, knocking her to the mat again.
I watched in horror as Ms. Liberty lay face down, trying to pull her knees in toward her body to either ease her pain or make an attempt at getting into a kneeling position. But her movements were slow and deliberate and I wondered how much damage the knee to her ribs had done. The sound the blow produced had been scary, and knowing how powerful Lace�s legs were, I feared that some of those ribs might actually have been broken!
But Lace obviously did not share my concern as again she secured a grip on Ms. Liberty�s arm and pulled her onto her feet, Ms. Liberty barely able to stand up. Lace then dragged her over to the side ropes, positioning herself alongside her before grabbing her arm with both hands and shooting her across the ring.
I watched her lumber forward, her chest bouncing up and down with each rambling step she took before she dipped into the ropes, her eyes squinting in pain as she was shot back toward the center of the ring. Lace was waiting there for her, and as Ms. Liberty reached her, Lace thrust one arm between her legs while draping the other across her shoulders. Bending at the knees, she then hoisted Ms. Liberty�s aching body up into the air, upending her in the process before allowing her momentum to spin them both around. She then slammed the brunette to the canvas, the entire ring quivering from the force.
Ms. Liberty�s body splayed apart, one leg bent at the knee as both arms stretched apart on either side of her. Lace then jumped down on top of her, stretching her body across Ms. Liberty�s shoulders while reaching for her leg to secure a pin. She pulled Ms. Liberty�s bent leg toward her while pressing down on her shoulders to flatten them to the mat. I thought this would be it. Though still early in the match, Lace had pummeled Ms. Liberty so badly that I didn�t think she could prevent the pin. The ref jumped down next to them, checked Ms. Liberty�s shoulders and then slapped the mat. After hitting it twice, he lifted his arm for the third time, but thankfully, Ms. Liberty was able to roll one shoulder, lifting it just enough to prevent the third slap.
Seemingly taking it in stride, Lace didn�t attempt another pin, instead pushing herself so that she was kneeling alongside Ms. Liberty. She then placed her knee down onto Ms. Liberty�s ribs, the same spot that she had pounded with her knee earlier. The brunette yelped loudly, but lurched upward, wrapping her arms around Lace�s head and pulling her to the side, the two women rolling over each other before they wound up lying on their sides just a few inches apart.
Lace was the first to get up, lifting herself onto her knees, but Ms. Liberty surprisingly whipped her legs around and wrapped them around Lace�s waist, trapping her in a body scissors as she squeezed as hard as she could, knocking Lace to her side as she tried to pry herself free.
There was a flurry of boos as Lace continued to struggle, Ms. Liberty finally making an offensive for the first time in the match. But Lace was able to lodge her arms between herself and Ms. Liberty�s thighs, prying them apart in the process. Ms. Liberty rolled onto her side and propped herself up, but Lace did the same, only quicker. Getting to her knees, Lace then crawled up behind her, the two women now kneeling and facing in the same direction with Lace directly behind the patriotically clad grappler.
In an attempt to gain the upper hand, Ms. Liberty reached back across her shoulders to try and grab hold of Lace's head and flip her forward, but she moved too slowly, allowing Lace to thrust her arms forward beneath the brunette's arms and then enjoin her hands behind Ms. Liberty's head, locking her in a full nelson. With her arms now trapped out on either side, her back arched and her chest protruding forward, the defenseless Ms. Liberty grimaced as she tried in vain to wriggle free. Lace then got one foot out beneath her, and then the other, lugging her opponent up along with her. The lavender-clad cutie held Ms. Liberty in the crucifix-like hold as if to display her to the fans, who were cheering wildly as they progressively sided with Lace. With the tips of Ms. Liberty�s wrestling boots barely touching the canvas, she was held erect for a short while longer before then being shoved forward toward the corner and finally pushed against it as her aching ribs were slammed against the turnbuckle.
The crowd was cheering loudly now, obviously backing Lace as she released the full nelson and quickly spun Ms. Liberty around, snatching her by the forearm and charging a step forward to toss Ms. Liberty across the ring. But the brunette somehow managed to not only plant her feet, but also reverse the attempt, sending Lace racing across the ring until she slammed back into the turnbuckles.
Ms. Liberty paused after tossing Lace forward, grimacing as she favored her right side, the side where her ribs had been hit, obviously still in pain. She then made her way forward to begin her attack, but as she got halfway across the ring, Lace pushed herself out of the corner and circled to her right, taking advantage of Ms. Liberty's momentary hesitation to prevent her from following up. The two began to circle each other as they had at the start of the fight though Ms. Liberty looked much worse for wear.
I tried to look up into her face, and more importantly, into her eyes to gauge their expression. They showed the pain she was in, but also displayed a resolve to not only continue, but also assume control of the match. But she was still favoring her right side as she circled, so she was content to slow the pace down a little to give herself some time to heal. Lace had a different idea however and rushed her. But Ms. Liberty adeptly turned, wedging her hip into Lace while grabbing her from behind her neck and flipping her to the canvas.
Lace curled her back as she landed though, allowing her momentum to roll her back onto her knees. She got one leg out beneath her, kneeling now on the other knee as Ms. Liberty approached, reaching to grab her by her armpit. But Lace quickly ducked and rammed her shoulder forward, driving it forcefully into Ms. Liberty's gut and folding her in half. She then wrapped her arm around Ms. Liberty's bowed head, trapping her in a front headlock as she pushed down on it to help propel herself onto her feet.
Trapped while bowed over, Ms. Liberty tried to reach forward and wrap her arms around Lace's waist, but each time she did so, Lace gave a powerful jerk on her neck, forcing her opponent to twitch as her arms dropped. This kept up for a few more moments before Lace finally pulled Ms. Liberty's head up, veered her leg back and launched her left knee upward, driving it angrily into the already injured right side of Ms. Liberty's ribs.
The intensity of the blow again lifted Ms. Liberty onto the balls of her feet before she dropped onto one knee as Lace now stood in front of her. But then Ms. Liberty copied the maneuver Lace had just used against her, driving her shoulder forward and ramming it into Lace's bare belly. The force was enough to cause Lace to stumble back a step while doubling over, Ms. Liberty propelling herself off of her knee and driving forward as she again shoved her shoulder into Lace, this time knocking her onto her back. Ms. Liberty stood up, but was still slightly pitched to her right, continuing to favor her right side. But she fought through the pain and quickly grabbed hold of Lace's left ankle, using it to pull her leg up while wrapping her own around it, executing a step over toe hold as she contorted Lace's powerful leg around her own and began to twist it.
Lace growled while slapping the mat, angry that she had let herself get trapped, and also in pain from the twisting on her limb. Lace's upper body flailed about as she tried to undulate upward and grab her attacker, but Ms. Liberty was able to avoid her attempts and keep the pressure on the increasingly aching leg. Again the crowd booed, still siding with Lace as Ms. Liberty concentrated on applying more pressure. She had a newfound intensity in her face as she pushed and jerked on her fallen foe's leg, avoiding any attempt to break the hold.
The circumstances continued for close to a minute as Ms. Liberty was content to keep Lace at bay, weakening her leg while allowing her own body to recuperate. But finally satisfied that some damage had been done, she stepped out of the hold but kept her grip on Lace's leg as she edged forward, positioning herself alongside her downed adversary while reaching down and grabbing hold of Lace's wrist. With a grip now on both Lace's wrist and ankle, Ms. Liberty then wedged her boot into Lace's side and began to pull on her limbs, executing a bow and arrow hold as she stretched the side of Lace's body, pushing forward with her foot into Lace's side while continuing to pull back on her limbs.
With a deep, angry grunt, Lace floundered on the canvas, unable to break the painful hold as her body was bent awkwardly. Ms. Liberty had finally taken control, and was using a series of holds designed to weaken her opponent while at the same time giving herself some much needed recovery time. I was relieved, knowing that she had taken a good deal of punishment already, and not sure how much more her body could take. Even though she had proven her courageousness time and time again, Lace's body attack had seemed more powerful and effective than some of the others I had seen Ms. Liberty be subjected to in the past. So to be able to not only halt the attack, but reverse it as well, was admirable.
The crowd was really getting on Ms. Liberty, and though she didn't show it, I knew that it was bothering her. But she kept the pressure on before finally dropping Lace's arms and legs and rumbling up next to her flattened body. She then stomped down in Lace's midsection, but surprisingly, Lace had tightened her muscular abs to deflect the punishment, grabbing hold of Ms. Liberty's ankle in the process. She then abruptly rolled right toward her, her revolving body taking Ms. Liberty's legs out from under her and toppling her to the mat.
With both women down, they each clamored to get up, both reaching their knees at about the same time. Lace quickly turned toward Ms. Liberty, who reached for her with both arms. Lace grabbed hold of one of Ms. Liberty's wrists, but with her free hand, sent a forceful hook into Ms. Liberty's ailing ribs, eliciting a howl from the anguished brunette.
With Ms. Liberty suffering, Lace pushed herself onto one knee, grabbing a handful of Ms. Liberty's hair and using the grip to pull her up as well. Lace got to her feet, ripping on Ms. Liberty's short black hair, and once both were erect, Lace shoved one arm between her spandex covered legs and grabbed her around the neck with the other. With a grunt, she lifted the bulky brawler, turning her horizontal before slamming her down to the mat with tremendous force. Ms. Liberty's body quaked as a result, the ring also trembling from the impact as the ropes vibrated.
Pausing a second to catch her breath, Lace then ripped her adversary up yet again, this time yanking on her arm. She shoved her back against the rope before shooting her across the ring, Ms. Liberty panting as she was forced to ramble across the ring before dipping into the ropes. She shot back off of them and was met with a horrific clothesline to the chest which sent her legs soaring out in front of her, her body momentarily levitating before crashing to the canvas.
As if to demonstrate her strength, Lace was now tossing Ms. Liberty and her 175 pound body around like a lightweight, punishing her with lifts and body slams. Lying on her back, Ms. Liberty lifted one leg in the air, a reflex I assumed, as her face again winced with pain. As I watched her suffering, I remembered Lace�s warning to me on the day the match was signed.
�It�s my time now, and I�m gonna show everyone why I should be the next champ. And unfortunately for Ms. Liberty, it�s gonna be at her expense.�
Lace was doing just that by taking control of the match and punishing Ms. Liberty in the process. She was showing everyone why she should be the next champ and she was in fact doing it at Ms. Liberty�s expense, as promised. She showed no sign of letting up either as she again stormed over to her fallen challenger and resumed the onslaught.
Standing alongside the flattened brunette, Lace then angrily stomped the heel of her barefoot down into the large, white star which resided in the field of blue spandex covering the center of Ms. Liberty�s lower midsection. Her foot sank deeply into the soft, acquiescent skin of Ms. Liberty�s gut, prompting her to blurt out in pain as her body convulsed upward.
�BLAAAAAAH !�
As Ms. Liberty�s head shot upward, Lace abruptly grabbed her by the wrist with one hand and by the armpit with the other, using the grip to hoist her aching adversary onto her feet. With the two facing each other, Lace then tossed Ms. Liberty�s arm across her shoulder before reaching down and grabbing a handful of spandex from her inner thigh. The spandex was so tight around Ms. Liberty�s skin however that Lace was actually clutching tightly onto a handful of the soft, sensitive skin on her inner thigh, as she hoisted Ms. Liberty�s feet off of the mat, lifting her legs straight into the air as she pressed her opponent�s bulky body upright.
Letting out a tortured squeal from the agonizing clench of her thigh, Ms. Liberty�s body was held vertical for a second before being whirled downward and dropped onto her back with thunderous force. Her back quickly arched as she rolled onto her side, a low-pitched groan spewing from her contorted face as she reached for her aching back. Lace again stood over her, pausing for a moment to catch her breath before once again hauling Ms. Liberty onto her feet by the arm.
With her body bent over like that of an old woman, Ms. Liberty was in obvious pain as Lace stood before her. She then pulled her erect and then crammed her shoulders into the brunette�s torso, wrapping an arm each around her neck and thigh before hoisting her into the air, this time carrying her across her shoulders. The crowd roared at the sight as Ms. Liberty was stretched horizontally across Lace, who began to parade her around the ring like a cowboy carrying a baby calf, only this baby calf weighed a 175 pounds. Lace showed the burden of the weight as she shuffled slowly in a circle, allowing each side of the crowd to get a glimpse. As she strode past where I was sitting, I once again used the opportunity to get a glimpse inside of each of their heads by gauging the look in their eyes.
Lace�s eyes exhibited a crazed intensity I had not seen before, almost as if she had been transformed into another person. As I watched her, I remembered Ms. Liberty�s assessment of Lace�s wrestling style. �Lace relies on power and aggression when she wrestles ��but that�s her downfall sometimes. She gets so overzealous that she loses her acuity, which gives her opponents a chance to outthink her.�
Part of that description was certainly coming to fruition as Lace had exhibited a tremendous amount of both power and aggression to this point. But I hadn�t seen any sign yet that she was losing her acuity, nor that Ms. Liberty would have the chance to outthink her. In fact, Ms. Liberty had taken such an overwhelming beating so far, that even if she was able to outthink Lace at this point, I doubted that she would have the strength left to execute whatever strategy she could devise.
That analysis was reinforced by the look in Ms. Liberty�s eyes as she was carried around the ring and being placed on exhibit to the cheering crowd. They had a distant, overwhelmed, almost defeated quality that I had never seen before from the fierce competitor. It was as if Lace had beaten the fight out of her and Ms. Liberty now almost looked resigned to her impending fate. I was shocked, since I had seen her in some pretty dire predicaments in her previous matches without ever seeming defeated. But as she was carried around the ring to the delight of the fans, she just laid there, accepting her destiny.
Lace continued her meander around the ring, though each step became more labored as she began to struggle with the weight of her opponent across her shoulders. But the cheers of the crowd delighted and motivated her enough to continue. She stumbled however, almost losing her balance before deciding it was time to end Ms. Liberty�s ride. So she lurched back to the center of the ring before arching her back and releasing her grip, allowing Ms. Liberty to roll off of her and down her back. Landing on her side with a THUD, the brunette then rolled onto her back, her arms splaying out over her head as her legs fell like dead weight down below her body.
Lace stood with her hands on her hips, breathing heavily as the crowd applauded her dominance. Her face was smiling as a few streams of sweat dripped off of it, obviously tired by the strenuous stroll she had just completed, but pleased by the reaction to it. Ms. Liberty meanwhile remained flat on her back, her large bosom jutting upward as it heaved up and down from her own heavy breathing. I looked up at her face, which was also perspiring heavily, and noticed the crimson color it had turned. Though her pale skin usually turned a pinkish tone during her matches, it was now a much darker shade than usual and her face seemed to be perspiring even more heavily than it would typically.
I watched her as she lay flattened and realized that her snug body suit engulfed her entire body from her neck to her feet and even down to the bottom of her wrists. The taut material was trapping all of her body heat inside, preventing it from escaping and obviously raising her body temperature as a result. But she had bigger things to worry about right now as Lace finally stood up and walked alongside her. The crowd cheered even louder, expecting the end of the match as Lace trudged to her side, lifting her leg and placing her foot down on Ms. Liberty�s chest before flexing her arms in a victory pose.
Although Lace had punished her friend throughout, I was surprised at the manner in which she had chosen to end the match. The victory pose was a humiliating exclamation point on a one-sided victory, and I was truly dumbfounded that she would choose such a demoralizing way to finish off her friend. The ref moved over and dove down next to Ms. Liberty�s shoulders, checking to ensure that they were flattened before beginning his count. He slapped the mat twice, but in an act of either heroic bravery or complete stupidity, Ms. Liberty painstakingly rolled her left shoulder off of the canvas, halting the count. Looking annoyed, Lace shouted down at her, goading Ms. Liberty to surrender.
�Come on Madeleine ...� she screamed, using her opponent�s real name, �� it�s over!�
Trying to shove Lace�s foot off of her chest, Ms. Liberty�s shoulder again fell flat, and again the ref slapped out a two count before she lifted it. But this time she kept her grip on Lace�s ankle with both hands before hastily rolling over, barreling into Lace�s leg and knocking her off of her feet. The crowd booed loudly as Lace toppled over and fell down next to her down trodden opponent. But she got to her knees quickly, snatching a handful of Ms. Liberty�s wet, black hair and yanking her onto her feet.
�Why do you have to be so damn stubborn!� Lace growled angrily at her as she ripped her upright.
She then shoved Ms. Liberty into the corner, securing a grip on her arm with both hands before whipping her across the ring. Her spandex-wrapped victim plodded across the ring before slamming into the turnbuckles, her body quivering as her arms fell over the ropes and she slumped down from them. Lace meanwhile remained across the ring, again placing her hands on her hips and sucking in some air before resuming.
Staring across the ring, she watched Ms. Liberty�s head slump down in front of her as her body wilted from the corner. She shook her head, almost as if saddened that she would have to continue the beating. But she then stood up, lifting her right arm and pumping it twice, imitating the gesture of pulling on a train horn. The crowd immediately picked up on her intent and in unison, let out a loud �CHOO CHOO!�
Lace then bowed forward and charged ahead, gaining momentum as she raced across the ring, ready to deliver yet another devastating blow. Ms. Liberty showed no signs of resistance as Lace barreled forward, preparing to ram her shoulder into Ms. Liberty�s tortured tummy as the crowd blurted out another �CHOO CHOO!�
But with Lace just a couple of feet away, Ms. Liberty bent her leg forward, raising her knee so that it aligned with the top of Lace�s charging head. Moving too quickly to prevent it, Lace could not protect herself as the top of her head slammed into the knee of her victim with a loud THUNK!
Shooting backward, Lace fell onto her butt, sitting erect as the once crazed intensity in her eyes was now replaced with a look of befuddled stupor. Her arms fell limply to her sides as she sat there, tottering back and forth, but remaining in a seated position. Ms. Liberty meanwhile did not escape unscathed as she reached to grab her knee, pulling it in toward her body as the collision left it throbbing painfully. She remained wilted against the corner for another thirty seconds or so before finally pushing herself out of it, hobbling forward.
The crowd was furious, booing loudly as the partisan fans had clearly sided with Lace, very few siding with Ms. Liberty. She staggered over to Lace, who had propped herself up with her hand, and wrapped her in a front headlock, using the hold to pull her up onto her feet. With Lace now bowed over and her head tucked safely beneath her arm, Ms. Liberty paused as she took a few breaths. She then pushed down on the back of Lace�s head, releasing the headlock in order to tighten her legs around it, trapping the sides of it between her knees. Ms. Liberty then dropped down, driving Lace�s face into the mat as the lavender clad cutie landed flat on her stomach, her head snapping upward from the impact.
Kneeling over her flattened attacker, Ms. Liberty then reached forward and grabbed Lace by the arm, rolling her onto her back. She then crawled alongside her before dropping down onto her shoulders, spreading her curvaceous frame across her now-pinned adversary. The ref dove in and began to slap the mat, but much to the delight of the crowd, Lace bridged her back, rolling Ms. Liberty off of her. Though moving slowly, Ms. Liberty did not give up, getting to her knees as Lace again propped herself up on one arm.
Both veteran�s were exhausted, Lace still suffering from the effects of the vicious blow to her head while Ms. Liberty�s entire body ached. But nonetheless, both women eventually got to their knees. The locked up in hand to hand combat, Lace�s power still evident as she pushed forward, forcing Ms. Liberty�s upper body to dip backward.
Wriggling her left arm free, Lace then sent a devastating chop into Ms. Liberty�s aching ribs, prompting a hushed stream of anguished moans as the brunette faltered forward, curling into a ball. With Lace kneeling over her, staring down into Ms. Liberty�s back, she reached forward, wrapping her arms around Ms. Liberty�s waist from behind as the crowd erupted, leaping to their feet. Lace then summoned her strength and rolled forward, pulling Ms. Liberty with her.
The two huddled veteran�s spooled over each other, Lace somersaulting onto her back with her legs spread, Ms. Liberty�s head between them as the back of her neck rested against the canvas. Lace was able to stuff one of Ms. Liberty�s arms beneath her front thigh, pinning it to the canvas as pressed down on it. She then struggled to corral Ms. Liberty�s other arm, her opponent�s spandex covered butt dangling just inches above her face. The scrum continued for a few moments as Ms. Liberty desperately tried to keep her arm away to prevent her from being pinned.
The tangle was awkward and clumsy as the two ensnared bodies struggled, both on their backs. Lace wrapped her arms around Ms. Liberty�s thighs to keep them secured, but she could not grab hold of her other arm, thus unable to execute the pin. Ms. Liberty finally flailed her legs upward before letting them fall back, her round butt falling down onto Lace�s face. The ref dove in to check either woman for a pin, Ms. Liberty closer to having her night ended in defeat as the struggle ensued.
With the crowd roaring at the sight, Lace kept her thigh pinned to the mat, trapping Ms. Liberty�s arm beneath it. But with her face covered by her adversary�s butt, she could do little more than reach aimlessly to secure the other arm. Finally Ms. Liberty again hoisted her legs into the air, this time pushing them to the side, rolling both women over as they spread apart, landing on their sides, just inches away from each other.
Lace got up first, getting to her knees as she crawled over to the brunette, who was just trying to prop herself up. Lace then dropped herself across Ms. Liberty�s upper body, knocking her down to the canvas as she stretched herself across her fallen victim�s shoulders. Again the ref dove in and slapped the mat once before Ms. Liberty bridged her back, rolling Lace off of her.
The crowd was going crazy as the two depleted veteran�s continued, Ms. Liberty getting onto one knee as Lace did the same. Still just a couple of feet apart, they stared at each other, neither of them making an attempt to attack. They continued to stare as they both got to their feet, each studying the other as the crowd roared.
The match had been a brutal one so far, Lace taking her share of punishment, but giving it back even worse. But Ms. Liberty looked determined as she wiped the sweat from her brow, staring back at Lace as the two crouched into a ready position. They circled each other for a few steps before Lace rushed forward, wrapping her arms around Ms. Liberty�s head as the brunette Ms. Liberty grabbed her by the torso.
They danced a few steps in a circle, each pushing and pulling to gain an advantage as their sweaty bodies became entangled once again. Finally Lace was able to force Ms. Liberty back against the ropes, getting her to break her grip in the process. She grabbed the middle rope on either side of Ms. Liberty and used the grip to propel herself forward, driving her shoulder into Ms. Liberty�s gut.
�UH!� shouted the sweaty brunette as she folded down on Lace�s back.
With a deep breath and loud grunt, Lace then grabbed the top rope and used it to quickly thrust her body upright, flipping Ms. Liberty over her back and sending her sprawling to the canvas. Landing hard, Ms. Liberty�s legs split apart as her head snapped back from the landing. Lace used the ropes to stand erect before turning to face her freshly fallen foe. She then trudged forward, reaching down to grab the ankle on Ms. Liberty�s red wrestling boot, though she was kicked in the gut by the brunette�s free leg for her efforts. Lace stumbled back two steps before plodding forward again, Ms. Liberty getting onto one knee by now.
As I sat and watched, in awe of the exhausted wrestler�s ability to persevere, Big Bad Bertha strolled down to ringside, a cigarette dangling from her mouth. She stood with one arm on the ring apron, chuckling out loud at the sight of the two veteran�s going at each other. Neither Lace nor Ms. Liberty noticed her, but I did, and knew exactly what she was thinking. This is just what she had in mind when she had suggested the match. Let these two veterans and fierce competitors rip each other apart for her amusement. And that was exactly what was happening.
As she continued to watch, tossing her still lit cigarette butt up into the ring, Lace turned and noticed her, hesitating before continuing. Ms. Liberty then saw her as well as she pushed herself up onto her feet, also hesitating. The two wrestlers then glanced at each other, neither saying a word. They didn�t have to as it was obvious from the look on their faces that they knew they had been duped. But it was too late to do anything about it as the crowd cheered for them to continue.
Ms. Liberty circled to her left, Lace following her lead as they both slogged around each other, exhausted. They then moved in, locking up as Ms. Liberty tried to grab hold of Lace�s arm. But the lavender-clad grappler broke free and sent an overhand chop towards her opponent. Ms. Liberty was able to raise her arm however and block it, returning her own forearm, which Lace blocked. She then followed up with a charge, forcing Ms. Liberty back against the ropes before grabbing her by the arm and shooting her forward, sending her lumbering across the ring. The sweat spew off of her face as she dipped against the ropes and tramped back toward Lace, who met her with a knee to the gut.
�BBWWAAAAWWWHHH!� howled Ms. Liberty as she doubled over and dropped to one knee with her arms wrapped around her battered midsection.
Lace then reached down and picked up the smoking butt Bertha had thrown into the ring, tossing it back out at her before returning her attention to her kneeling victim.
I watched in horror as Ms. Liberty�s body kept getting pounded over and over again. She had been subjected to a vicious body attack; the last shot seemingly knocking whatever strength was left in her, right out of her body. Lace grabbed her in a side headlock and dragged her toward the corner, Ms. Liberty wrapping her arm around Lace�s waist, though that did little to help her situation. With the two of them in the corner directly above me, I heard Lace grumbling to her, obviously frustrated at how long and rough the match had been.
�If you would have just let me pin you before Madeleine, we could have both been in the locker room by now. Instead that old had is laughing at the both of us!� she growled angrily.
Bertha was on the other side of the ring, still smiling and cackling at the action. Lace meanwhile kept Ms. Liberty doubled over in the hold with her head held between the top two turnbuckles in the corner. Lace then abruptly dropped to her knees, slamming Ms. Liberty�s face into the middle one as her arms fell over the middle rope on either side of her.
Collapsing forward onto her knees, Ms. Liberty�s body landed on the middle turnbuckle, her head sagging limply in front of her as Lace stood up behind her, wound her leg back and sent a big kick into Ms. Liberty�s spandex covered butt. The blow propelled the brunette forward, the top of her head striking the metal pole as her torso fell back onto the turnbuckle, her arms hanging outside of the ring. Lace then took a few steps backward, Bertha walking over to the corner and lighting another cigarette along the way. She finally stopped directly below where Ms. Liberty was dangling, their faces just a couple of feet apart as Bertha blew a long stream of smoke up at the suffering wrestler, who began to cough as a result.
�Look at you. You�re pathetic. And you wanted a piece of me?� Bertha taunted the wiped out wrestler.
Ms. Liberty lifted her head just enough to glance out helplessly at her, but was met with another spew of smoke which shrouded her head. Again coughing while she was pressed against the corner, Ms. Liberty was adversely affected by having the smoke blown in her face, but like an obnoxious child who had found a way to annoy her parents, that only encouraged Bertha to persist. Except for her coughing, Ms. Liberty did not respond to Bertha�s taunts, too exhausted to engage in the verbal warfare and refusing to expend any of her remaining energy on a retort. Lace however charged forward as if to defend her opponent, but then knelt down forcefully on Ms. Liberty�s back to keep her trapped on the corner ropes. With Ms. Liberty restrained below her, Lace then began yelling down at Bertha, threatening her to step back.
�You�re just as pathetic!� Bertha fired back in response. �You can�t even put this old bag away. What the hell kind of chance do you think you�re gonna have against me, THE CHAMP!� Bertha proclaimed, trying to get under Lace�s skin.
Lace�s face twisted in anger as she listened to the words, Bertha�s attempt to annoy her obviously working. As a result, Lace decided to step up her attack on Ms. Liberty to prove Bertha wrong. She reached down, grabbing hold of Ms. Liberty�s red boots as she backed up toward the center of the ring, pulling on her legs to haul them back into the ring. Her victim�s body began to stretch and elevate, becoming parallel to the mat as Ms. Liberty kept her arms hooked over the middle rope, trying desperately to hang on. Lace began to tug even more feverishly on the legs however, further stretching her opponent�s body apart. The crowd cheered wildly as Lace continued the tug of war, Ms. Liberty�s face once again subjected to a stream of smoke from Bertha�s mouth, immobilizing her as she hacked, her grip slipping and her body sailing back into the ring before falling face first to the canvas.
Bertha again cackled loudly as Lace went after Ms. Liberty in an obviously agitated fashion, trying to prove her own supremacy at the detriment of her friend. She grabbed her by the hair and pulled her roughly onto her feet, Ms. Liberty�s head jostled back and forth before lace pulled her closer, whispering angrily into her ear.
�You see Madeleine! Now we�ve both gotta listen to this piece of shit! If you would have just let it go, I wouldn�t have to do this to you!� Lace growled into her ear.
With the sweat dripping off of her face as she was pulled erect, Ms. Liberty refused to surrender. But Lace was now provoked, and though fatigued, was determined to prove her prowess to Bertha, at Ms. Liberty�s expense of course. So with the crowd urging her on, Lace turned and positioned herself behind her opponent, wrapping her arms around Ms. Liberty�s torso and locking her hands together in front of her ribcage, just below her chest.
The painful embrace crushed Ms. Liberty�s already injured ribs, but Lace then arched her back while pulling even harder, lifting Ms. Liberty�s legs off of the canvas as she thrust them out in front of her, trying anything to break the grip. Lace�s squeeze was powerful as Ms. Liberty howled in agony, her legs flailing out in front of her. Lace then eased off, allowing Ms. Liberty�s feet to fall back against the canvas as her attacker adjusted her grip before squashing her ribs even tighter. Ms. Liberty again howled in pain as Lace pulled back even harder, compressing Ms. Liberty�s wounded ribcage badly as her chest protruded forward, Lace�s arms wedged firmly beneath it.
While showing off her impressive strength, Lace was also inflicting excruciating pain on her friend, whose face became contorted as once again, her legs thrashed up in that air. Finally Lace released the bear hug all together, dropping Ms. Liberty like a rock as she landed hard on her butt at Lace�s feet. The pain shot up the brunette�s spine as her mouth fell open and her head jerked back, striking Lace softly in the leg. With the cheers growing louder and louder, Lace then reached down, standing directly behind her seated prey before reaching down and wrapping her hands around either side of Ms. Liberty�s face and clasping her fingers tightly beneath her chin. She then gave quick tug upward, jerking the brunette�s head while gradually pulling her butt off of the mat. With Lace grunting from the strain, she ripped Ms. Liberty higher with the painful chin lock. Ms. Liberty�s back, ribs and neck were suffering badly as Bertha watched and laughed, the crowd cheering at Ms. Liberty�s suffering as she gurgled thrugh her puckered lips.
"MMPPPHHHHGGGUUUUUHHHH!"
Finally, with the brunette�s contorted, pretty face now puckered and bright red, Lace dropped her once again, Ms. Liberty landing hard on her butt once again and sending another reverberating pain up her spine. Lace wasn�t letting up however, quickly snatching her up by the hair, Ms. Liberty being tossed about at will now.
Barely able to keep her legs steady beneath her, Ms. Liberty was then dragged toward the corner where Lace shoved her forward against the turnbuckle, her bodacious bosom slamming against the top one as she collapsed into the corner. Bertha stood beneath her, enjoying the view as Ms. Liberty�s face bowed down toward her, the champ again taunting the battered brunette. Lace yelled another warning down to her however, while continuing to tie up her victim. She grabbed Ms. Liberty�s arms and pulled them behind her back, crossing one over the other, Ms. Liberty�s chest now jutting over the top rope as it dug into the soft skin just below each breast. With her arms trapped behind her, Ms. Liberty�s body was bent awkwardly as Lace pressed her knee into her back, wedging her even more deeply against the corner.
I looked up in agony as Ms. Liberty was helpless, the navy blue spandex of her outfit now an even darker color as her perspiration had left it saturated. With Lace still impaling her from behind, Bertha once again blew a spew of smoke at Ms. Liberty�s face, prompting a weak cough as the sweat dripped off of her face. Bertha again taunted Ms. Liberty for her dismal performance, but again Lace stepped in, the two women beginning a loud and passionate squabble. As Lace and Bertha jawed at each other, Ms. Liberty remained trapped helplessly between them. She had become an afterthought as Lace occasionally pushed her harder against the ropes by shoving her from behind, but now focused her attention predominantly on Bertha. Ms. Liberty could barely lift her head as her two adversaries continued to launch verbal, threatening assaults at each other.
It had to be demoralizing for Ms. Liberty and my heart was broken as I watched the spectacle. Trapped in the corner with her arms rendered useless, her breasts sagged over the top rope as the crowd, now completely against her, cheered her demise. Lace had ambushed her, overpowering her throughout the match while dishing out a brutal beating. But perhaps even worse; after taking so much physical abuse, she was now held hostage as Lace was so unconcerned with any threat she might pose that she had diverted her attention to Bertha, who continued to blow smoke up into Madeleine�s face, psychologically abusing her as well.
As she floundered in the corner, the arguing between her two abusers continued and even grew more vehement. With her face engulfed in the cloud of smoke, Ms. Liberty again coughed, unable to move. But then Lace finally released her arms, allowing them to fall at her sides as Ms. Liberty tried to find a way to position them somewhere where she could possibly get a grip on any part of Lace�s body.
Lace continued to escalate her jawing with Bertha however, stepping up onto the bottom rope while pushing herself even more firmly against Ms. Liberty�s back. With Lace elevated, her abundant bosom was clearly on display, as were her light brown nipples which were clearly visible from beneath her sheer top. Standing above and behind Ms. Liberty, her large chest now rested on the top of her victim�s head, further embarrassing the brunette as the crowd enjoyed the sight, continuing their cheers.
With Lace completely distracted, Ms. Liberty tried desperately to come up some kind of plan to free herself from the predicament as Bertha continued to engulf her head in smoke. Finally she was able to grab hold of the back of Lace�s thighs, and before Lace could react, the brunette summoned up the little strength she had left and pushed herself back from the corner, forcing both of them to tumble downward.
They toppled over, Lace�s shoulders hitting the mat first before her head snapped backward and slammed against the canvas with great force. Ms. Liberty fell on top of her, keeping a tight hold on Lace�s thighs as she landed on her attacker�s chest before sitting upright. She then managed to ease herself up the front of Lace�s body, sliding her butt toward her opponent�s face while curling her legs inward.
Lace was now flat on her back, Ms. Liberty sitting on her upper chest and folding her legs so that they were straddling her, curling her body into a ball in the process. Ms. Liberty further slid her butt upward so that it was pressed against the bottom of Lace�s chin, pressing all of her 175 pounds down onto Lace�s upper body. The crowd jumped to their feet, stunned by the turn of events and passionately jeering the situation. Lace struggled furiously to break free, but Ms. Liberty had secured her enough for the ref to jump in and initiate a count. He slapped the mat once, the crowd waiting for Lace to roll free. He slapped the mat a second time as the crowd screamed, still expecting Lace to break free. But then, miraculously, he slapped the mat a third time, Lace furious as she was unable to free herself before being counted out.
I jumped to my feet and cheered, stunned at the impossible outcome. Most of the crowd was surprisingly quiet however as the ref stood up and called for the bell, Bertha�s cackles clearly audible in the stunned silent arena. Ms. Liberty released Lace�s legs, allowing them to unfurl as she remained on top of her, barely able to move. Lace however angrily pushed her off, incensed at the outcome as she kicked her legs in protest, striking Ms. Liberty in the ribs unintentionally. Ms. Liberty howled as she rolled to the side over, grabbing her aching ribs with one arm while holding onto the rope with the other as the crowd pelted her with boos.
Lace rolled over in the opposite direction and quickly got to her feet, arguing fervidly with the ref. But her protests fell on deaf ears as the ref shook his head, telling her that the match was over. Bertha looked on and continued to howl with laughter, enjoying the entertainment as Ms. Liberty remained seated with one arm draped over the middle rope as she looked out at me with a relieved but pained expression. I thrust my fist in the air for her, but she barely nodded in recognition of the gesture, too tired and injured to celebrate.
I stood up and watched as she was helped gingerly to her feet, the ref pulling her right arm overhead as she grimaced in pain. Her ribs were hurting badly, I could tell, and there was barely a smile on her face as she was proclaimed the winner of the match. It was then announced that she earned the right to face the winner of the next match, pitting Bertha against Elektra. Lace meanwhile stormed around the ring, angrily chasing the ref who shooed her away. Once it became obvious however that the result stood, she stormed out of the ring and huffed back to the locker room, choosing not to check on or congratulate her friend for the gutsy and inexplicable victory.
Ms. Liberty languished in the corner for a moment, trying to gather herself enough to climb out of the ring. Finally however she was helped to ringside and as she stepped down from the ring, I walked over to help her. As I did however, Bertha sauntered over, taking one last opportunity to threaten her.
�Now that�s exactly what I had in mind! Two worthless losers beatin� the crap out of each other for my amusement. I couldn�t have written a better script myself. You should stick around and watch the next match though to see how a real pro does it.�
She then turned to me and stared in my eyes as the smile evaporated from her face.
�You better take care of your grandma �cause if she thinks she hurtin� now, just wait till you see what I�m gonna do to her! You better make sure you got a cemetery plot to bury her in kid.�
Ms. Liberty looked back at her, hunched over as she hung off of me. She had an angry scowl on her face, but chose to say nothing. She then took a pained step forward as I helped her back to the locker room, the fans booing her along the way. Bertha meanwhile walked ahead of us to get ready for her upcoming match against Elektra.
As I escorted Ms. Liberty up the aisle, I was overcome with pride.
�Congratulations!� I whispered to her before giving her a kiss on the cheek.
She smelled like sweaty cigarette butts, but I didn�t care. She had once again astounded me, though I knew that the consequences of this match in particular were going to be steep. I watched her wince with each step she took as she leaned most of her weight on me. Her body was hot as an oven as I helped her to the locker room door before one of the attendants came out to help her the rest of the way.
�You�ve gotta stay here. We�ll have the doctor check her out so you can go back to your seat and we�ll come get you after she�s seen him.�
I gave her another kiss, my heart pounding not only from the match, but also from the condition she was in. She was quiet, which was not a good sign, and though I knew that she was tough, this might have been the worst beating I had seen her take. So as I watched her disappear into the locker room, I prayed that she wasn�t hurt badly.
I waited behind the door for a few minutes, but was chased away and told to go back to my seat. About 20 minutes later, someone called me back to the locker room area where the doctor came out and talked to me.
�She�ll be okay. she's dehydrated, has a high body temperature and badly bruised ribs, but nothing's broken. She�s resting right now and we�re giving her fluids and are icing her ribs, but she�s going to need bed rest for a little while. Are you the one who�s going to take care of her?� he asked.
The question caught me off guard, but after thinking about for a moment, I nodded my head.
�I�m going to give you some painkillers, but she needs to stay in bed for a few days, understand?�
Again I nodded my head before he told me to go and watch the next match and come back to pick her up in about an hour or so to take her home.
I nodded, asking if I could see her.
�Let�s just let her rest for now. Come back in an hour and you can see her then.�
I nodded again, turning and walking away. I was relieved to hear that she was going to be okay, but still concerned at how badly she was hurting. I now realized why her husband had wanted her to stop wrestling, and though I loved to watch her in action, I had to agree that he was probably right. I then turned and walked back to my seat, anxious to see who her next opponent would be. I debated my own preferences, and neither option was particularly a good one.
Elektra had the potential to deliver even more punishment than Lace had just done, but Bertha was also dangerous, with her dirty tactics and evil mind. So as I sat there grateful that Ms. Liberty would be okay, I began to worry about what was next in store for her.
