Madeleine, the wrestler also known as Ms. Liberty, was still in awe as she rode in the taxi that carried her to the minor league baseball stadium for her match against Diana, the wrestler also known as Elektra. Little did she know when she agreed to wrestle in the match as part of a special promotion celebrating the wrestling federation�s 35th anniversary, that it would become such a popular event. But it had become so popular in fact, that the venue needed to be changed in order to accommodate the 5,000 fans who purchased tickets to it. So rather than wrestling in a small, dingy auditorium as she usually did, she would now be wrestling outdoors in a ring set up in the middle of the stadium�s infield.
As she fidgeted in the back seat of the cab, Madeleine could not deny the butterflies that fluttered in her stomach. Though rarely nervous before a match, the veteran of the ring had never appeared before such a huge crowd in all of her almost 30 years as a wrestler, and the stress was taking its� toll on her. But the anxiety she was feeling was only partially due to the size of the crowd she would be performing in front of. Another big part of her stress had to do with the woman she would be facing.
Ms. Liberty and Elektra had a long history of competing against each other, dating back to 1970, the year they both starting wrestling for the same federation. Though having a long and relatively successful career, her accomplishments were always overshadowed by the accomplishments of Elektra.
Elektra had always been considered the sexier, more popular and ultimately successful wrestler of the two. That fact was not lost on Ms. Liberty who was jealous of both the recognition her rival received over the years, as well as the financial windfall she had earned as a result of her popularity, all of this while Ms. Liberty toiled in relative obscurity.
But tonight was her chance to change all of that. Tonight she would be given the opportunity to, once and for all, prove that she was the better wrestler. So as the cab pulled up to the stadium�s entrance, Madeleine walked inside, ready for battle.
She was directed to the visitor�s locker room where she put down her bag and made herself comfortable. As usual, she was the first of the show�s wrestlers to arrive, but within a half-hour or so, four of the other women on the evening�s card showed up, all of whom Madeleine knew quite well. She greeted each with a hug as they chatted, catching up on what was new in their lives. The wrestlers ranged in age from 40 to 55, all veterans from the federation who had since retired. After exchanging pleasantries with each of them however, Madeleine realized that Elektra still had not shown her face.
Undaunted, she set about getting herself ready for battle. She ran through her preliminary stretching routine before slipping into her two-piece, red, white and blue outfit and matching boots. She then took a seat at a dressing table and made-up her face before finally slipping into a blue cape.
The owner of the federation had taken up residence in an office on the opposite end of the dressing room and called Madeleine in to talk. As she got up and made her way to the office, she was surprised to still see no sign of Elektra. Walking into the office, he closed the door behind her and offered her a seat. Once she sat down, he began to explain the night�s itinerary.
�Well Madeleine, you wanted the chance to show that you are the better wrestler, so tonight I�m giving you that chance in front of 5,000 fans. There will be two preliminary matches before you take on Elektra in the featured match, but before the matches begin, we were able to sell 100 VIP tickets at $250 a pop. That entitles those 100 people to meet and greet the wrestlers before the match. So take pictures with them, sign their autographs and most of all be gracious.�
This was the first time Madeleine had heard about the VIP tickets and she was flattered that so many people would be willing to pay that much money to meet her and her counterparts. But as she contemplated that point, he went on to explain more.
�Your match should start at about 8:00, just as the sun is beginning to set. I also want you to know that this is, by far, the most successful event we have ever put on. I�m still amazed at how many people have bought tickets to watch six retired women wrestlers compete against each other. So as a result, I have a surprise for all of you which I�ll announce before the start of your match.�
Curious, Madeleine asked him to elaborate, but he refused, instead standing up as a signal that the conversation was over. She got to her feet and turned toward the door, but as she did, she asked him why Elektra had not yet shown up.
�Oh she�s here, don�t worry, but she�s over in the home team�s locker room getting ready.�
Madeleine nodded, not thinking much of it until she got back into the visitor�s locker room with the other four women. That�s when it hit her that Elektra had been given her own, private dressing room while she herself had been relegated to share a room with the other wrestlers on the card. She began to fume, realizing that, just as in the old days, Elektra was being given the star treatment while Ms. Liberty was not.
A few minutes later however, Ms. Liberty and the four other wrestlers were called into another room where the 100 VIP�s greeted them enthusiastically. Each of the wrestlers was given a table to sit at and a line quickly formed in front of each as the fans waited to take a picture, get an autograph or chat with them. Ms. Liberty had a line of about 40 or so fans at her table and she amiably spent time with each as the line continued to move. But as she carried out her duties, she was taken aback that Elektra still had not shown her face.
Finally, after about 20 minutes had passed, a door on the side of the room opened and with great fanfare, in strolled the venerable Elektra along with her entourage. She stood behind her table and quickly Ms. Liberty faded into the background, as if she no longer existed. Most of the fans who had been waiting in line to meet her, quickly jumped over to Elektra�s table, leaving just a handful of fans waiting for Ms. Liberty. As Elektra worked the crowd however, it was easy to see why.
Dressed in a skimpy, gold colored bikini top and matching skirt, the 55-year-old Elektra had the body of a woman half her age. With her ample breasts protruding from beneath her skimpy top, her bronzed skin glistening, the gorgeous woman�s smile seemed to light up the room as she took pictures with the fans who clamored for her attention. Within a few minutes, Ms. Liberty was left alone at her station, as were the other four wrestlers, while Elektra dominated the room and all of the fans clamored for her attention.
Ms. Liberty glared across the room at her rival, her blue cape draped over her body to cover it, contradictory to Elektra�s show of skin. She then glanced at one of the other wrestlers who shrugged her shoulders back at her in a sort of �Oh Well� gesture. As Ms. Liberty watched the spectacle at Elektra�s station unfold, she began to contemplate their history.
Ms. Liberty and Elektra had both begun to wrestle in 1970, Elektra two years older than her. Though wrestling for the same federation for about 20 years, they had faced each other only four times, one of those matches resulting in Ms. Liberty�s proudest moment as a wrestler, when she beat Elektra to win the women�s title. The other three matches however were not quite as memorable as Elektra not only won all of them, but also avenged the loss of her title by giving Ms. Liberty a brutal beating, breaking her arm and winning back the championship in the process.
Upon completing her reminiscing, Ms. Liberty finally stood up and walked out of the room, virtually ignored as the fans continued to surround her adversary. She made her way back to her locker room, the other four women following, before taking a seat and trying to forget the memories she had conjured up.
The evening�s matches started soon after as Ms. Liberty sat in the locker room and listened as the huge crowd cheered the action from the preliminary matches. She began to grow nervous, strolling anxiously around the locker room, her nerves uncharacteristically getting the best of her. Usually the consummate professional, Ms. Liberty never took her matches personally and was rarely nervous before a fight. But this was different. She was torn between feeling tense and worried but nonetheless couldn�t wait to get her hands on Elektra. Finally the time came for her match and she was escorted directly to ringside before climbing up into the darkened ring.
Surprised that she would not be making an entrance, she nevertheless shrugged it off and marched to her corner, stretching her arms on the ropes as she waited for Elektra to appear. It was an unusually hot and humid night for late June, with the temperature still in the mid 80�s and the humidity hovering near 90% as the sun had begun to set and the ballpark�s lights shone down onto the crowd. The federation�s owner then climbed up into the ring and grabbed the microphone as the lights over the ring lit, Ms. Liberty surprised that Elektra still had not made her appearance as he began to speak.
�Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is the climax of the evening, recreating some of the most memorable Women�s Title Matches from the past. Introducing, in the far corner, a former Women�s Champion ���.. MS. LIBERTY!�
The crowd cheered loudly as Ms. Liberty smiled, waving to the fans before slipping her robe off. Her pale, white skin gleamed under the bright lights as she continued to wave, glancing around for any sign of Elektra. But as the crowd quieted down, the owner again began to address the crowd.
�And her opponent and featured wrestler tonight, the three time Women�s Champion who held that title for almost 15 years �.. the longest reign in our 35-year history. You will all remember the sexy and talented ���. ELEKTRA!�
The crowd erupted, jumping to their feet as loud salsa music blared over the loudspeakers while four muscular men dressed in tuxedos carried Elektra to the ring on a golden throne. The beautiful warrior waved and blew kisses to the fans as she was paraded down the main aisle toward the ring with great pomp and circumstance, Ms. Liberty staring at the spectacle with her mouth open.
As she watched Elektra�s entrance however, she couldn�t help but realize that not only had she been denied the opportunity to make an entrance of her own, but Elektra was being treated like a queen, a revelation which only further fueled Ms. Liberty�s jealousy.
Finally approaching ringside, Elektra�s throne was lowered to the ground before one of the tuxedo-clad men lifted her into the ring. Elektra then strolled haughtily to all four sides, brazenly brushing past Ms. Liberty who stood staring back at her angrily. Finally making her way to her corner, Elektra glanced across at Ms. Liberty for the first time, taking a great deal of satisfaction at how her opponent�s pretty face was twisted into an angered sneer. Ms. Liberty was, once again, upstaged by her rival, and she knew it. But as the two adversaries exchanged defiant stares, the owner again addressed the crowd.
�On behalf of the federation, I want to thank all of you for your support of these veteran women wrestlers tonight!�
The crowd cheered loudly, showing their appreciation for not only the two great matches that had already taken place, but anticipating the impending, featured match. So as the cheers subsided, the owner continued his announcement.
�As a result of the overwhelming popularity of this event, we have decided to launch a Veteran�s Division to our federation and will be inviting back some of the best women wrestlers over the age of 40! So to kick off our Veteran�s Division, tonight�s match will be for the newly created Veteran�s Title!�
Again the crowd roared as Ms. Liberty stood with her mouth opened once more, stunned by the revelation that she would be competing for a title. She had no idea that the federation would be starting a Veteran�s Division, and certainly no clue that this match would be for it�s championship belt. But as she got over the initial shock, she smiled, gratified at the opportunity to once again win a championship.
Across the ring, Elektra smirked arrogantly, presumptuously envisioning the title belt being wrapped around her waist. But she had to win the title first, and as the owner climbed out of the ring and the crowd buzzed with excitement, the two, old rivals were left to compete, once more, for a championship.
The bell rang soon after, and the fight was underway, each woman moving out of her corner. Though Elektra had a height advantage of about two to three inches over her rival, she was giving up about twenty-five pounds in weight. She was also two years older than Ms. Liberty though she looked at least seven or eight years younger than her. Her lithe, slightly muscled body was in great shape, her slim waist and ample chest producing a set of curves that made much younger women envious of her bronzed figure. She knew it too and her skimpy, golden bikini was evidence of that fact.
Ms. Liberty on the other hand had a much thicker frame, which she displayed guardedly from beneath her conservative, two-piece outfit. Her skin, though smooth and supple, was much paler than her adversary�s; her chest, even more abundant, was nevertheless harnessed beneath a much less daring top. But with a look of determination on her face, she lumbered slowly across the ring to start the fight.
Elektra skipped much more spryly, circling around Ms. Liberty who moved deliberately as she eyed her foe. But within seconds Elektra moved in to confront her opponent as Ms. Liberty lurched forward with her arms, her movements slow and telegraphed which allowed the quick and nimble Elektra to duck beneath her grasp and grab hold of Ms. Liberty�s wrist while spinning beneath her outstretched, twisted arm.
As a result of her quick movements, Elektra ended up alongside Ms. Liberty, clutching onto the wrist of her stretched, twisted arm as she was forced to bow forward from the hold. Elektra kinked Ms. Liberty�s extended arm, coiling it painfully as she hunched over, groaning from the strain. Elektra waved her rival�s trapped arm back and forth, twisting it further as the contorted, pale skin on her upper arm grew pink.
Transferring her grip, Elektra then clutched Ms. Liberty�s wrist with one hand while moving closer. She then leaped into the air before smashing the point of her elbow down into the middle of Ms. Liberty�s arm, forcing it to bend awkwardly. The bulky brawler dropped to one knee and moaned loudly as her arm throbbed, but Elektra wasn�t done with it yet, setting herself before shoving her foot into Ms. Liberty�s armpit before beginning to pull her aching arm out of it�s socket.
Still on one knee, Ms. Liberty�s anguished groans grew louder, though they were muzzled by the cheers of the huge crowd. Clutching tightly onto Ms. Liberty�s wrist with both hands, Elektra continued to twist the limb while ripping it away from her body, Ms. Liberty�s head flailing up and down from the pain. The twisting and tugging continued for a full minute before finally, Elektra pulled her foot out of Ms. Liberty�s underarm before whirling her legs over it. As a result she now stood with both legs straddling the trapped, mangled limb as she faced away from her bowed foe.
With Ms. Liberty�s arm twisted, her elbow wedged between Elektra�s legs, the bikini-clad warrior began to yank up on Ms. Liberty�s wrist. The aggressor�s pretty face contorted as she applied more pressure to the fleshy limb, forcing her elbow joint to bend in a way that it was never designed to bend. Ms. Liberty�s cries of pain grew louder as her arm buckled, the pain becoming intense. Her stress level and pain began to grow until eventually she felt as if her arm was about to break.
�OOHH � OOHH �. OOHH! �.. YOU�RE BREAKING MY ARM!�
Elektra smiled sinisterly as her old rival pleaded for some relief. But sadistically she refused to relent, leaning closer and whispering to her tortured foe.
�Just like old times, isn�t it! In fact, if I�m not mistaken, this is the same arm that I broke back in 1979, isn�t it?�
Elektra was referring to the third time the two had met in the ring. Ms. Liberty was the champion at that time, but Elektra successfully defeated her to win back the crown while breaking her arm in the process.
With a final jerk, she bent Ms. Liberty�s arm up before finally releasing it, a sharp pain resonating through the tortured wrestler�s limb as a result. Elektra then strutted away, leaving her rival kneeling in the center of the ring as she pulled her injured arm in toward her body. Ms. Liberty tried to prepare for a quick attack, but much to her relief, Elektra was too busy parading around the ring to do so. So as Ms. Liberty slowly got to her feet, her injured arm pulled in front of her body, Elektra took her place in her corner and watched as Ms. Liberty gradually got to her feet.
The crowd was animated, cheering wildly as Ms. Liberty stood up, her face and body already sweating, her arm throbbing. With only a couple of minutes gone by in the match, Elektra had already hurt and handicapped her as she tried to steady herself and concentrate, fighting through the pain.
Ms. Liberty began to circle again, her arm still protected and obviously wounded as Elektra moved out of her corner and resumed her attack. This time Ms. Liberty was the aggressor as she barreled forward, but once more, Elektra easily avoided her lumbering attack and again snatched the wrist of her injured arm. With a quick whirl beneath it, Elektra twisted the aching limb so hard that Ms. Liberty�s body flipped through the air until she landed on her back, her arm ripped out to her side as Elektra clutched onto her wrist.
Moving nimbly, Elektra quickly pinned Ms. Liberty�s aching, outstretched arm to the mat by pressing her hand down on her wrist with one hand and the crux of her shoulder with the other. With Ms. Liberty�s arm pressed flat to the canvas, Elektra then dropped her knee downward, smashing it into Ms. Liberty�s trapped arm, just above her elbow.
The force of the landing caused the battered brunette to squeal in pain as her legs thrashed below her, the pain overwhelming. Elektra was obviously trying to injure the limb, and judging by Ms. Liberty�s reaction, may have very well done so! She continued to keep Ms. Liberty�s damaged arm pinned, prompting the wounded warrior to plead for mercy.
�Nooo � No more. Please!�
But her cries for mercy fell on deaf ears as Elektra again jumped up before propelling her knee downward into the same spot. Again Ms. Liberty�s leg flailed below her as her head thrashed from side to side, grief-stricken groans emitting from her lips. Elektra then pushed herself onto her feet, standing alongside the flat-on-her-back Ms. Liberty, glaring down at her.
�That should do it!�, the sadistic attacker proclaimed as Ms. Liberty�s pretty face contorted in pain as faint whimpers emerged from her red lips.
Standing alongside Ms. Liberty, Elektra then lifted her right leg, bending it at the knee and sending a brutal stomp down into Ms. Liberty�s vulnerable tummy. The stomp was delivered with great precision into the softest part of her flattened foe�s belly, but even more devastating than where the blow was the force with which it was delivered. Elektra drove the heel of her foot straight down so hard that Ms. Liberty�s yielding stomach seemed to ingest it!
Instinctively, Ms. Liberty�s body recoiled, her legs and upper body lifting off of the mat before plopping back down. As they did, Elektra again landed a horrific stomp into the softened belly, Ms. Liberty�s body recoiling a second time. Wasting not time however, Elektra stormed up toward Ms. Liberty�s head before reaching down and snatching a handful of her hair, using it to rip her onto her feet.
Ms. Liberty rose clumsily, her injured arm dangling at her side as she was dragged toward the corner. Still clutching her by the hair with one hand, Elektra then clenched the back of her neck with the other before racing across the ring, pulling her victim alongside her. As they reached the opposite corner, Elektra slammed Ms. Liberty�s head down toward the corner, smashing her face into the turnbuckle.
As the crowd roared, Ms; Liberty�s head shot up from the corner with a stupefied expression on her face, her legs buckling beneath her as she wobbled from side to side. Elektra then shoved one of her arms between Ms. Liberty�s legs, upending her large body as she hoisted it into the air. With one arm wrapped across her shoulder and the other clutching her from between her legs, Elektra carried the overturned brunette toward the middle of the ring in a tremendous show of strength. With the blood rushing to her head and both of her arms hanging limply toward the canvas, Ms. Liberty was lugged forward before being body slammed to the canvas, her back crashing against it as the entire ring shook from the impact.
The crowd roared as Ms. Liberty again lay flat on her back, one leg slowly bending at the knee as her arms fell out to her sides. Elektra, her body glistening with perspiration as the lights danced off of her glistening skin, marched toward Ms. Liberty�s upper body and in a quick attack, stepped on her wrist with one foot before stomping her boot down into Ms� Liberty�s beefy, damaged arm.
�OOWWWWwwwwww�..�
Ms. Liberty�s angst-ridden moans began to trail off as her arm began to grow numb from the ferocious attack it had endured so early in the match. Elektra had rendered the arm useless and as a result, had left her battered opponent handicapped. The crowd continued to cheer though there was a hint of disappointment in the one-sided nature of the match to this point. The two preliminary matches had been well-fought, hotly-contested fights, but with Ms. Liberty�s pummeled body lying flat on it�s back, her arm lying limply at her side, the crowd sensed that this match would be quite different.
Elektra sensed the crowd�s disappointment and decided to entertain them in an effort to hold their interest. She jumped up onto the middle ropes and raised her arms over her head, bringing a rise out of them as Ms. Liberty slowly rolled onto her side in the center of the ring, gradually getting onto all fours. But noticing this, Elektra leaped down off of the ropes and resumed her attack.
Sauntering sexily over to her fallen foe, Elektra grabbed her by the hair and wrenched her head upright, causing the beleaguered wrestler�s back to arch as she remained on her knees, upper her body ripped up by the hair. Elektra then leaned down to taunt her adversary as her long, black hair fell into Ms. Liberty�s face. But seizing the opportunity, Ms. Liberty used her good arm to quickly grab a handful of Elektra�s hair and pull it, causing her attacker�s jaw to slam down onto the top of her head. The blow startled Elektra who backpedaled as she rubbed her aching jaw with both hands.
Ms. Liberty then slowly got to her feet, her injured arm hanging at her side, useless to her. Elektra regained her senses by this point and began to move in, but Ms. Liberty adeptly swept her legs forward, whacking Elektra�s legs out from under her in the process. The bronzed grappler fell to the canvas as Ms. Liberty stood over her, breathing deeply, her face still cringed in pain.
She fought through it however, reaching down to grab hold of Elektra�s ankle while stepping across her now upended leg to wrap it around her own. With Elektra now flat on her back, Ms. Liberty locked on a step over toe hold, twisting on the long, tanned limb as it wrapped around her own, pale leg.
Elektra began to slap at the mat, her leg aching as Ms. Liberty applied more pressure to it. She finally had Elektra right where she wanted her, flat on her back where she could do no more harm, at least not for the moment. The hold also allowed the injured brunette to try and recuperate, giving her aching body a chance to recover from the beating it had taken. As the crowd yelled, some cheering while others booed, Ms. Liberty was careful to keep the pressure on while staying away from Elektra�s grasp. She continued to twist at the trapped leg, weakening it while she slowly began to regain at least some of her own strength.
After keeping the hold locked on for an extended period of time, Ms. Liberty finally uncoiled Elektra�s leg from her own, but as soon as it fell to the canvas, Ms. Liberty then stepped between Elektra�s spread legs and quickly dropped her knee down into Elektra�s defenseless midsection.
�OOOHHHH!� moaned Elektra as her head shot up into the air, Ms. Liberty remaining perched on her stomach. Reaching forward, she grabbed hold of Elektra�s head with her good arm, wrapping it around the back of Elektra�s head and holding her now folded body erect. With Elektra�s face stuffed into Ms. Liberty�s chest, the handicapped brunette slowly began to get to her feet, keeping her opponent trapped in a side headlock as they both rose. With her injured arm still dangling at her side, Ms. Liberty pondered her next move, trying to devise a plan of attack.
She slid her body around so that she stood directly in front of the hunched over Elektra before pushing her head further down so that she could wrap the inside of her knees around it. With a quick breath, Ms. Liberty then dropped to the mat, ramming Elektra�s face into the canvas in the process.
Elektra landed hard, her body floundering as she ended up face down with Ms. Liberty kneeling above her, staring down into her back. Ms. Liberty then fell forward, smashing the point of her elbow down into Elektra�s defenseless back.
Elektra�s bikini-clad body trembled from the blow as Ms. Liberty knelt upright before again driving her elbow down into the middle of Elektra�s back. The crowd roared, many of them cheering for the action itself rather than for a specific wrestler, Ms. Liberty having now turned things around as she knelt over her fallen foe, taking control of the match.
Using her good arm, she placed her hand on the back of Elektra�s head, pushing down on it and mashing her face into the canvas as she used it for leverage to propel herself onto her feet. As she got up, she then reached down and grabbed a handful of hair from the back of Elektra�s head, pulling her up until she was hunched over in front of Ms. Liberty before wrapping her good arm around Elektra�s waist. She then tediously raised her wounded arm, which was reluctant to cooperate, before trying to join her hands together in Elektra�s stomach.
The pain grew intense for Ms. Liberty as her injured arm ached, but she was determined to keep the pressure on. With Elektra bowed in front of her, her arms joined around her waist, she prepared to upend her victim and hoist her body into the air. But the heat, humidity and affects of the earlier beating all were taking it�s toll on her, causing her to move very wearily. Her slow movements proved costly as Elektra, her head stuffed between Ms. Liberty�s legs, reached forward and wrapped her arms around the back of Ms. Liberty�s juicy thighs before abruptly pulling them toward her. With a mighty tug she heaved on Ms. Liberty�s thighs which caused her to fall backward, her shoulders crashing to the mat.
Elektra stood over Ms. Liberty with an angry snarl on her face as she adjusted her grip, wrapping her arms around her fallen foe�s legs. She then pulled up on them, upending all but the top of Ms. Liberty�s shoulders and arms which remained on the mat. With her body upended, Ms. Liberty was left defenseless as Elektra towed her across the ring, her arms dragging limply behind her. Reaching the side of the ring, Elektra then rolled Ms. Liberty onto her stomach while stepping across her body, setting herself as her feet straddled Ms. Ms. Liberty�s midsection.
With Ms. Liberty now lying face down, Elektra facing away from her, the bronzed goddess began to bend Ms. Liberty�s body in half, placing her in a painful Boston Crab hold. With her back curled painfully, Ms. Liberty began to groan loudly, the pain growing more severe with each passing second. Again the crowd responded with cheers, Elektra�s fans waking up as they praised the painful submission hold. Ms. Liberty�s anguished groans turned into angst-ridden cries as she felt herself nearing the point of submission, her spine felling as if it was about to pop. She desperately searched for an escape, knowing that she couldn�t take much more.
With the side of her face pressed tightly to the mat, she noticed the ropes within reach and desperately strived to grab hold of one. She reached once and missed but on the second attempt she was finally able to grab hold of the bottom rope as she held on for dear life. The referee moved in and noticed that Ms. Liberty had grabbed the rope, demanding that Elektra break the hold. But the sinister beauty was reluctant to do so, prompting the ref to begin to count. Elektra bowed Ms. Liberty�s body even more severely, but as the ref�s count reached three, finally released the hold and allowed Ms. Liberty�s arched legs to fall to the mat. But although Ms. Liberty was breathing a sigh of relief as she lay on the canvas, Elektra wasn�t done yet. After a short, angry exchange with the ref, she then turned and reached down, grabbing hold of the wrist on Ms. Liberty�s wounded arm and with a quick, powerful tug, ripped Ms. Liberty onto her feet by her injured arm. A sharp, piercing pain shot up Ms. Liberty�s wounded limb, paralyzing her with pain. Her shrill scream seemed to echo through the noisy arena as her pretty face curled in agony while Elektra then shoved her into the corner. Ms. Liberty�s arms flopped over the top rope as her back slammed against the turnbuckles, her neck snapping back from the impact as her head jostled around. Once her quaking completed, she settled back into the corner, dangling from them ropes.
Elektra then grabbed the ropes on either side of Ms. Liberty�s body before firing a hard, straight stomp into her midsection. The weary wrestlers� whole body again quivered as Elektra�s foot sank deeply into her tummy, her arms slipping off of the ropes as she sagged even further from them. Elektra stormed in again, wedging her hand beneath Ms. Liberty�s chin and shoving her head backward with great force. As Ms. Liberty�s body slumped from the ropes, her head bent back awkwardly, Elektra lifted her leg and sent another brutal stomp into the wilted warrior�s belly, her boot seemingly swallowed by Ms. Liberty�s yielding, soft paunch.
�GAAWWWHHH!�
Ms. Liberty�s body again shuddered and as Elektra removed her hand from beneath her chin, the gurgling groan she spew was loud and clear as her head flopped in front of her as her attacker looked on. Elektra then moved in again, this time reaching down to grab hold of Ms. Liberty�s legs, wrapping her arms around the back of the pale thighs to pull the bulky but shapely legs up in the air. She hauled them higher and higher until finally placing the back of Ms. Liberty�s knees onto her shoulders. With Ms. Liberty�s arms still hooked over the top rope, she held on for dear life, knowing what Elektra was trying to do. Elektra began to try and rip Ms. Liberty out of the corner so that her body would hang down off of her, but Ms. Liberty refused to cooperate, clenching tightly onto the top ropes.
Though her body had been pummeled and her arm throbbed with pain, Ms. Liberty was well aware of the consequences of letting go of the ropes. Elektra was trying to pull her out of the corner in order to deliver a piledriver, a move which most certainly would render Ms. Liberty unconscious and end the match. As the struggle ensued, Ms. Liberty finally devised a plan to retaliate and in an unexpected twist, began to squeeze her legs around Elektra�s head. Elektra was surprised by the counter-offensive as Ms. Liberty clenched her knees tightly around her head, locking one ankle over the other behind Elektra�s head.
Pausing to catch her breath, Ms. Liberty then pushed herself from the corner, her body whirling around to the right side before falling toward the mat. As her shoulders hit the mat, Ms. Liberty mustered all of her strength and hoisted her legs forward, sending Elektra flipping over her body and sprawling to the mat, several feet away.
The crowd roared the skillful move as Elektra landed awkwardly, her limbs flailing in every direction as she slid several feet. Though successfully flipping Elektra off of her, Ms. Liberty was unable to jump to her feet, instead moving slowly and arduously to get her body erect. The humidity and beating were really taking a toll on her, so by the time she got to her feet, hunched over and breathing heavily, Elektra had already gotten to her knees and was about to push herself upright as well. But Ms. Liberty hobbled over to her and quickly placed Elektra in a side headlock with her good arm, trapping her in a stooped-over position.
Taking her time, Ms. Liberty breathed deeply as she held her opponent at bay. By now she was sweating profusely and though the sun had set, the hot and balmy air was still uncomfortable. Elektra tried to break the headlock by reaching across and wrapping one of her arms around Ms. Liberty�s waist, but was unable to get enough leverage to mount any successful attack. Ms. Liberty meanwhile was happy just to keep Elektra immobile while buying herself some time to catch her breath.
The crowd again grew impatient as Ms. Liberty let the action grind to a halt for a short period, plodding around the ring with Elektra�s head stuffed in her hip. But finally she began to position herself so that she stood in front of and facing the still stooped Elektra, adjusting her grip to a front headlock. She then pushed down on the back of Elektra�s head so that it was forced to descend between Ms. Liberty�s legs as she locked them together, trapping it between them. Her perspiration-soaked thighs drenched Elektra�s bowed head as it was squeezed tightly between them, Ms. Liberty again pausing to plan her next move.
Knowing that she still had no power in her injured arm, Ms. Liberty reached forward with her good arm and grabbed the waistband on the back of Elektra�s bikini bottom. She paused again to take a breath before giving a powerful tug on it while dropping backward and falling into a seated position, Elektra�s legs lifting into the air as her bikini became swallowed up in the crack of her butt. Though Elektra�s legs only lifted a few feet in the air, it was enough of an angle for the top of her head to be driven down into the mat from between Ms. Liberty�s legs as she dropped to the canvas, resulting in an impressive DDT Brainbuster.
As Ms. Liberty landed on her butt, Elektra�s body tumbled downward like a freshly cut tree, her head scattered by the powerful impact of the skillful, power move. The crowd cheered more loudly for Ms. Liberty than they had to this point, impressed with not only her skill, but also her resilience for mounting such an impressive comeback. As she sat on the canvas, her legs spread apart while Elektra remained sprawled, face down in front of her, Ms. Liberty glanced down at her flattened foe, gratified at what she had accomplished. Though still in great pain, she took satisfaction in watching Elektra wrap her arms around the back of her head to try and alleviate her own pain. So as Elektra continued to writhe on the mat, Ms. Liberty grabbed the side rope and slowly pushed herself up, though able to use only her good arm for leverage. It took awhile, but she finally got to her feet as Elektra had recoiled her knees into her body and was now kneeling, though her body was curled into a ball.
Ms. Liberty backed into the corner and hunched over, sucking air into her lungs before finally standing erect. She heard the cheers and, completely out of character, lifted her arm over her head and accepted them, waving to the fans who were showing their appreciation. She turned to all sides of the ring and blew a kiss, but all the while knowing that the fight wasn�t over yet.
Finally, after taking another pause, she pushed herself out of the corner and stalked Elektra, who by now had gotten onto all fours. Drawing closer, Ms. Liberty was aware of Elektra�s every movement, being extremely cautious to protect against any kind of attack. Coming up behind her, she reached down and wrapped her arm around Elektra�s throat, grabbing her in a chokehold and using it to pull her upright and onto her knees. Seeing the choke, the ref ran over and warned her to break it, Ms. Liberty complying immediately. She then stumbled alongside Elektra and reached down, snatching hold of her wrist before using it to hoist her onto her feet by the arm.
Elektra rose wearily, her hair disheveled and falling in front of her face. With the two tired, sweaty rivals eventually face-to-face, Ms. Liberty took some satisfaction in seeing the pained expression on Elektra�s face and, again out of character, used the opportunity to taunt her adversary as she stared her in the eye.
�Even with one good arm, I�m still better than you Diana!�, she proclaimed, using Elektra�s real name.
She then shoved her back into the corner before lumbering in front of her and, using her good arm, wedging her forearm into Elektra�s throat. The ref charged in and again warned Ms. Liberty about the choke, this time in a more animated fashion. Turning to look at him, she again quickly removed it, but as she did, Elektra lunged forward, seizing hold of the wrist on Ms. Liberty�s injured arm and quickly twisting it behind her back.
Ms. Liberty spun in a half circle as her damaged arm became lodged behind her back, the pain overwhelming as she immediately dropped to her knees, her head falling backward as she moaned loudly. The moans turned into squeals as Elektra wrenched her damaged arm even more, Ms. Liberty growing light-headed from the excruciating pain.
�I�m gonna rip this arm right off of your body!�, Elektra growled in response to Ms. Liberty�s earlier taunt.
With the pain becoming too much to bear, Ms. Liberty�s head thrashed about for a few moments before falling in front of her in acquiescence. Elektra meanwhile continued to yank on her arm until finally letting go, letting it fall lifelessly to her side. As Ms. Liberty reached across to massage her deadened limb, Elektra walked up behind her still-kneeling adversary and drove her boot forward, slamming it directly between Ms. Liberty�s shoulders and kicking her, face down, to the mat.
As Ms. Liberty lay on the canvas whimpering softly from the excruciating pain in her arm, it now looked as if Elektra was ready to finish her off. Though she had put up a valiant effort, especially since she had basically been a one-armed wrestler since the beginning of the match, the crowd roared, anticipating that the end of the fight was near.
Elektra strutted up toward Ms. Liberty�s side and using her foot, rolled the beleaguered grappler onto her back. Ms. Liberty flopped over, her arms falling lethargically over her head as Elektra sauntered up toward them, leaning down and grabbing hold of each of her wrists. She pulled Ms. Liberty by her arms, dragging her limp body across the ring as the red, white and blue clad grappler screamed from the strain on her injured arm. With her body extended as it was towed, Ms. Liberty put up no resistance as Elektra reached the corner, dropping her arms to the mat. With her head lying just below the turnbuckles, Ms. Liberty remained flat on her back until Elektra stepped across her so that her feet straddled Ms. Liberty�s torso as she stared down at her flattened foe. She then reached down and shoved her hands in Ms. Liberty�s sweaty armpits, using them to lift her upper body and force it back against the corner. Letting go, Elektra dropped her down, Ms. Liberty�s arms hooking over the middle ropes on either side of the corner, propping her up.
Elektra then stepped back, leaving her victim to dangle from the corner with no sign of resistance. She then paraded around the ring, her arms thrust overhead as the lights twinkled off of her magnificent body. The crowd jumped to their feet, cheering the terrific action in the match, and Elektra reveled in the attention. She strutted around like a peacock, taking a page out of her day�s as a model, while her opponent looked more like a sitting duck. The ovation gave Elektra renewed vigor as she strut back over to the corner where Ms. Liberty remained. Staring down at her old rival, Elektra then turned her back on her before stepping across her prone body, her long legs straddling Ms. Liberty�s ribs. Facing away from her propped up adversary, Elektra again thrust her arms over her head, swiveling her hips in a sexy dance before abruptly dropping down and slamming her shapely butt down onto Ms. Liberty�s face.
The crowd leaped to their feet as Elektra perched herself atop Ms. Liberty�s face, grinding her hips to further bury her ass on Ms. Liberty. Her sat-upon victim thrashed her legs in protest as Elektra continued to writhe her butt deeper into Ms. Liberty�s face, prompting the crowd to explode with laughter and cheers. Elektra was in no hurry to end her erotic yet humiliating dance, but after what; to Ms. Liberty anyway; seemed like an eternity, she slowly stood up and backed away, turning toward her red-faced prey.
Ms. Liberty remained relatively motionless as she sagged from the corner, her face red and her glistening body trembling slightly as she looked up at Elektra. The two said nothing, but the disdain between them was obvious. Ms. Liberty, though exhausted and hurt, was furious that Elektra had demeaned so blatantly with the shameful maneuver, and it showed in her face. Elektra meanwhile smirked arrogantly back down at her before reaching down to grab hold of Ms. Liberty�s ankles. She pulled up on them before stuffing Ms. Liberty�s calves against the outside of her hips, wrapping her arms around them to secure her grip. Defiantly, Ms. Liberty dug her arms over the middle rope, holding on for dear life as Elektra began to tug on her legs, trying to pry her from the corner.
A tug of war ensued, Ms. Liberty�s armpits dug into the ropes as her body stretched in midair, Elektra yanking on her legs in an attempt to pluck her from the corner. Pugnaciously, Ms. Liberty refused to relent, but after a brief struggle, her arms were finally ripped from the ropes as her upper body was hauled to the center of the ring, her shoulders dragging across the mat as her arms followed limply overhead. Reaching the center of the ring, Elektra tightened her grip on the legs before slowly beginning to spin around, pulling her upended foe along for the ride.
As Elektra gained momentum, Ms. Liberty�s body gradually lifted off of the canvas as it was spun around, Elektra completing three full revolutions as Ms. Liberty�s arms sailed out over her head. As she stared up into the dark, night sky, Ms. Liberty�s grew dizzy, unable to see anything other than flashes of light as her body revolved around Elektra, drops of sweat shooting off of her spiraling body. Finally, Elektra released her grip, sending the woozy wrestler soaring through the air before she crashed on her back, rolling over twice before sliding to a halt.
Elektra paused to catch her breath, her hands on her knees as she breathed deeply. She was out of breath and slightly dizzied from the aggressive spinning, though she was much better off then her fallen foe. So as Ms. Liberty lay on her side, Elektra took her time, clearing her head before finally, slowly stomping over to Ms. Liberty�s side. With a belligerent kick, she forced Ms. Liberty onto her back, the pale, sweaty victim�s body rolling flaccidly over as her arms and legs spread apart.
The crowd was now on their feet, anticipating the inevitable pin. Elektra did not disappoint them, kneeling down before dropping her body across Ms. Liberty�s prone shoulders, pinning them to the mat. The ref dove in and began his count, slapping the mat twice before the ever-stubborn Ms. Liberty refused to surrender, somehow managing to lift her right shoulder off of the canvas. The ref kept his arm dangling in the air, unable to slap the mat for the third time, prompting Elektra to reposition herself so that again her victim�s shoulders were pinned beneath her once more.
But with steadfast determination again Ms. Liberty lifted her shoulder after the count of two, delaying Elektra�s victory for the second time. Frustrated, Elektra turned her head toward Ms. Liberty, whispering a final threat.
�Stay down Madeleine�, she grunted, using her adversary�s real name, �or I�ll be forced to hurt you!�
But Ms. Liberty summoned all of her strength, abruptly lunging her back off of the mat to force Elektra to roll off of her. The crowd roared, cheering not only Ms. Liberty�s noble effort, but also the reality that the match was not yet over.
Elektra rolled onto her stomach before pausing to angrily slapping the canvas. She abruptly got to her feet just as Ms. Liberty was rolling onto her side and getting herself into a seated position. Elektra rushed over and positioned herself in front of the seated Ms. Liberty, reaching forward to grab the wrist of her good arm as she yanked it up over her head. With Ms. Liberty�s arm pulled overhead, Elektra standing directly in front of her, she realized that Elektra had left her midsection vulnerable. But with her good arm yanked upright, Ms. Liberty only had use of her impaired arm, so painstakingly she tried to lift it and deliver a blow to Elektra�s vulnerable belly.
Painfully she tried to lift her arm, but was barely able to do so, the pain overwhelming. But never one to quit, Ms. Liberty fought through it and finally got her arm to cooperate as she tightened her hand into a fist before fired a slow and very weak punch into Elektra�s lower stomach.
The pain caused by throwing the punch was much more severe than any discomfort Elektra felt as a result of it, and in fact only seemed to incite the sexy aggressor. She instantly dropped her grip of Ms. Liberty�s good arm before reaching down and grabbing the wrist of her injured one, pulling it up into the air. As Ms. Liberty screamed while still seated in front of Elektra, her arm yanked up into the air and aching, Elektra glanced down at her. Ms. Liberty�s entire side was left extended and defenseless as her arm was yanked upward to expose her ribcage, which Elektra gladly greeted with a powerful kick.
�BWAW!�
Ms. Liberty collapsed forward as Elektra released her arm, which again fell lifelessly to her side. She folded over, but Elektra took the opportunity to deliver a sidekick to Ms. Liberty�s listless limb, adding insult to injury. She then snatched a handful of her hair and ripped her onto her feet, the two now facing each other with Ms. Liberty slightly hunched over. Elektra then grabbed a handful of hair from the back of Ms. Liberty�s head and roughly pulled her closer as she stared her in the eye.
�I warned you Madeleine!�, she whispered threateningly.
With that she seized hold of the wrist on Ms. Liberty�s injured arm, twisting it angrily and causing her foe to whine in pain. She then propelled her across the ring by the arm, manhandling her embattled foe who raced toward the corner before crashing against it.
With Ms. Liberty once again backed into the corner, Elektra stood in the center of the ring sneering as her emotions began to take control. She was frustrated that she had not been able to pin Ms. Liberty earlier, but was now ready to put her away once and for all. So with the crowd cheering her on, she charged forward and as she approached the corner, dove at Ms. Liberty to deliver a body splash.
Although her wounded arm hung off of the ropes, Ms. Liberty was able to lift her knee as Elektra�s outstretched body plunged at her. As she sailed through the air Elektra�s eyes opened widely as she realized that she was about to have a rough landing and knowing that there was nothing she could do about it. As she descended, Ms. Liberty�s knee drove deep into her gut and she let out a loud, anguished gasp before falling to the mat at Ms. Liberty�s feet. The crowd grew silent for a split second, as if they were in stunned disbelief, but gradually the cheers re-emerged as Ms. Liberty remained in the corner, Elektra curled into the fetal position at her feet, clutching her agonized belly.
Ms. Liberty knew that she had to take advantage of this opportunity, so with painstakingly slow movements, she held onto the ropes for support while using her foot to push Elektra onto her back. Now standing between Elektra�s spread legs while leaning against the ropes, Ms. Liberty then abruptly dropped downward, driving her knee deeply into Elektra�s gut. With all of her weight behind the kneedrop, Ms. Liberty�s joint seemed to penetrate Elektra body and pulverize her intestines in the process.
Elektra�s body began to convulse as Ms. Liberty remained atop her for several more seconds, pressing her weight down so that her knee dug deeply into Elektra�s taut tummy. She contemplated her next move, wanting desperately to inflict more punishment on her antagonist, but knowing that she did not have the strength to do so. Ms. Liberty was hurting, and hurting badly, but she now finally had the chance to put Elektra away and win the championship in the process. So putting her emotions aside, she prepared to win the match.
Lifting her knee out of Elektra�s stomach, she knelt alongside her before reaching forward to grab hold of her ankles. She then began to pull Elektra�s legs in toward her body, folding her in half in the process as Elektra was too devastated to fight back. Curled into a ball with her shoulders astonishingly pinned to the canvas, Elektra was stunned to watch the ref dive in and began to count her out. As he reached two, Elektra squirmed and wriggled in a frantic attempt to break free, but as the ref�s hand then hit the mat for a third time, she gave up the fight, realizing that she had lost the war.
The ref quickly stood up and signaled for the bell as the stunned crowd was silent for a few moments before gradually giving Ms. Liberty a huge ovation for her courageous effort and gallant victory. She smiled widely and thrust her good arm overhead in celebration before finally dropping Elektra�s legs to the mat. Elektra rolled onto her side, wrapping her arms around her crushed midsection, defeated, frustrated and angry with herself.
Ms. Liberty meanwhile slowly began to get to her feet, her battered body barely able to stand erect. As she finally stood erect, the ref unknowingly grabbed the wrist on her injured arm and yanked it over her head to announce her as the winner. Ms. Liberty dropped silently to one knee, the searing pain leaving her speechless. The ref was oblivious to her pain however and tugged her arm further in the air, adding to her agony.
�AHHHHHH � PLEASE LET GO!� , Ms. Liberty pleaded softly until he finally realized that he was hurting her and released her arm.
She hunched over, grabbing at her elbow with her good arm as the owner of the federation walked up into the ring, carrying the championship belt. Ms. Liberty was finally helped to her feet by the ref who this time used her good arm to assist her. She was barely able to stand erect as the pain, exhaustion and emotions overcame her. As the owner walked up behind her and slipped the belt around her waist, Ms. Liberty finally released all of her emotions and began to cry. With tears dripping down her pretty face, she was finally able to smile as he grabbed the microphone.
�Ladies and gentlemen � I present to you � the first ever Veteran�s Division Women�s Champion �... MS. LIBERTY!�
The red, white and bruised wrestler lifted her good arm and pumped it over her head as Elektra, who had gotten to her feet by this point, looked on. Ms. Liberty turned to face her, but as she did, Elektra turned and walked away, climbing out of the ring and walking back to the locker room, leaving her rival to celebrate her victory.
