Ms. Liberty vs. Cocoa
Veterans Division Championship Match
With her return to the wrestling ring after several years of retirement, Ms. Liberty�s comeback had been a tumultuous one. On a professional level, her comeback started with a brutal loss to a private wrestler named Domina. But in her most recent match against Elektra, Ms. Liberty walked away with both a hard fought victory and the Veteran�s Division Championship belt wrapped around her waist. But even with the thrill of victory, she had not walked away unscathed. Elektra had continually worked over Ms. Liberty�s right arm throughout the match, leaving her with a small fracture that required her to wear a cast for several weeks.
But the ring was not the only place where Ms. Liberty had experienced both highs and lows. On a personal level, her return to wrestling had been just as chaotic. Her husband had persuaded her to retire from the ring several years ago and was adamantly against her comeback. His position was strengthened when his wife came home from her last match with a fractured arm. As a result, Ms. Liberty�s insistence that she continue to remain active as a wrestler had placed a significant strain on their marriage and the two now barely spoke.
But the one bright spot in her personal life had been her budding relationship with a young man whom she had known from the time when he was just a baby; a young man she had been accustomed to calling her �nephew�. Ms. Liberty had been close with his mother and watched him grow up, so although not a blood relative, he had always referred to her as �Aunt Madeleine�. He had been her motivation to return to wrestling, encouraging her, complimenting her and making her feel good about herself for the first time in years. He had awakened the passionate side of her that been long dormant , evidenced by two romantic but brief kisses they had shared, and as a result, her emotions were now conflicted.
On the one hand, she was a married woman with old-fashioned ethics. But on the other hand, her marriage was in trouble, allowing her to become greatly attracted to the young man (half her age), to the point where she often found herself fantasizing about the two of them spending time together. Though she hadn�t shared these feelings with him, they existed nonetheless and she couldn�t deny them.
But despite the confusion in her personal life, Ms. Liberty knew that she had to put those emotions aside and focus all of her energies on her first title defense, which was just a few weeks away. She would be facing Cocoa, the winner of the Veteran�s Division Tournament and at 5�9� and 280 pounds, Cocoa was more than a worthy opponent. She had proven her worth by destroying two of Ms. Liberty�s friends in the tournament, Lace and The Babe, and was now intent on destroying Ms. Liberty.
Having her work cut out for her, Ms. Liberty began a rigorous exercise program, working with a rookie wrestler named Barbara, whom she had mentored a few months earlier. In return for Ms. Liberty�s assistance in helping to train her inside of the ring, Barbara helped Ms. Liberty to develop a conditioning program outside of the ring. For two weeks the two women worked together, lifting weights and doing aerobics before hitting the ring to work on wrestling technique. But as her match drew closer, Ms. Liberty knew that she needed to keep herself focused on her own upcoming match and as a result, would no longer be able to help train Barbara. The rookie seemed upset when Ms. Liberty told her as such and as the two parted company, their once-friendly relationship seemed to come to an end.
Though truly sorry for having to cut Barbara lose, Ms. Liberty remained very focused on her preparations. The cast on her right arm was removed just two weeks before the match, and she worked hard to get the strength in her arm back. Though she knew that it would be a tough fight, the champ�s confidence grew with each passing day. But on the night before the match, she decided to face her husband and invite him to come and watch. He listened to her calmly and quietly, but once she finished and offered him the invitation, he let her know what was on his mind.
�You know Madeleine, I�m going to be very honest with you. The truth is that you are a 53-year-old woman. You are not 25 anymore! You don�t have the body of a 25-year-old anymore and the body you DO HAVE can't handle the strain of being a professional wrestler! Win or lose, your matches have ALWAYS been tough, even when you were you were younger. So even though you may have won the championship, you couldn't even get out of bed the next day. And even worse, you got your arm broken too! And now you�re going to face Cocoa who�s not only a monster, but she�s a monster with a score to settle!�
The �score� he was talking about had taken place about 25 years ago at a time when Ms. Liberty was still in her prime. But though it happened a long time ago, the memory was still fresh in Cocoa�s mind. Cocoa was just starting out and had begun to make a name for herself as a wrestler. Although the two women wrestled for different federations at that time, each had been invited to participate in an 8 woman Battle Royale for a large cash prize.
Cocoa immediately took control of the Battle Royale and within minutes, had single-handedly tossed 3 of the other 7 women out of the ring. But as Cocoa was disposing of the 4th woman, Ms. Liberty hastily huddled the remaining 2 women together and got them to agree to team up against Cocoa. So as the 2 women grabbed hold of Cocoa�s arms, Ms. Liberty hit her with powerful dropkick to her chest. The two women continued to hold onto her as Ms. Liberty worked her over enough so that she was eventually able to force Cocoa over the top rope and eliminate her.
The other two women then turned the tables on Ms. Liberty, double teaming her and tossing her out next. But as far as Cocoa was concerned, Ms. Liberty was the mastermind behind her elimination and so she swore revenge. Their paths never crossed again, at least not until now. But as Ms. Liberty recalled the event, her husband went on to conclude his response to his wife�s invitation.
�So you know what Madeleine, ... NO ... No I�m Not going to come and watch the match. I�m NOT going to sit there and watch as Cocoa gets her revenge against you. In fact, I�m not going to come watch ANY of your matches any more. We agreed years ago that you wouldn�t wrestle anymore and so I�m NOT going to be a part of it any more!�
With that he stormed out of the house, leaving his wife angry and offended. Alone in the house, Ms. Liberty was forced to think about what he had said as the night went on, and gradually her anger switched to thoughts of self-doubt. Was he right? Was she too old to wrestle? Was Cocoa too much for her to handle? With a flurry of self-doubt swirling in her head, she decided to seek out someone who could change all that, and called her nephew.
The phone rang several times before he finally answered, out of breath.
�Hi, it�s me, Madeleine.� she began, �You sound out of breath.�
He paused for a moment, but then hastily responded.
�Yeah, I was just leaving, but ran back in to get the phone. I tried to call you, but no one answered. My friends are going to Vegas for the weekend and one of them had to cancel at the last minute, so he asked me to go in his place or else he'd have to pay for his ticket."
Ms. Liberty was quiet, realizing that he too would not make it to her match, which upset her more than her husband's absence.
"Listen Madeleine, I'm really sorry. But good luck in your match. I'll call you when I get home, but right now my friends are waiting for me down in the car and honking the horn, so I've gotta go.�
Though disappointed, she told him to go and have a good time before they said goodbye and hung up. She was hoping that he would be there for moral support, but now she knew that she was on her own.
Her husband arrived home late that night and slept on the couch, leaving early the next morning before she got up. He stayed away the entire day, obviously avoiding her, so on her own, Ms. Liberty called a taxi and made her way to the arena. She walked into the dressing room and was greeted by none other than Cocoa, who had already changed into her silver leotard and matching boots. Ms. Liberty bowed her head and walked by, trying to avoid a confrontation, but Cocoa had other plans. Staring at Ms. Liberty, she growled out her with her deep, threatening voice.
�Ain�t no one else in that ring tonight to protect you bitch. It�s just me and you!�
Ms. Liberty lifted her head and stared back at Cocoa, but then walked past her, carrying her bag into the bathroom and locking the door behind her. She took a seat on the toilet bowl before lowering her head into her hands and taking some time to get herself together.
As she sat there, her emotions running high, she tried to calm herself down. After a few minutes of deep thought, she finally convinced herself that she had worked too hard to let her emotions take charge and stood up, resiliently focused on the match. She then slipped out of her clothes and placed them aside before standing before the mirror, her body now devoid of all clothing. She stared at her naked body�s reflection and though there was plenty that she would like to change, she nevertheless was comfortable with the way she looked.
Opening her bag, she then pulled out her blue, spandex bodysuit. Though she typically wore a red, white and blue two-piece outfit for her matches, tonight she decided against it. Though content with her appearance, she still did not feel sexy however, and decided to cover up a bit more than usual. Slipping the tight, spandex garment on, she pulled the halter strap around the back of her neck and stood erect, adjusting the royal blue garment that tightly hugged her voluptuous body. Tucking her large breasts behind the straps that ran up the front of her body, she then sat down and pulled her red and white wrestling boots on, her bare back arching forward as she tied them. Fully dressed, she stood up, walked toward the door, took a deep breath and then unlocked it.
She walked back out into the locker room, expecting to see Cocoa waiting, but much to her delight, the mountainous woman had walked away. Running through a series of stretching exercises, Ms. Liberty grew more and more mentally prepared as match time drew closer, finally forgetting her troubles and concentrating on her strategy. After a few more minutes, she was finally called for her introduction, and she stood behind the door which led into the arena, she listened as the announcer began his speech.
�Ladies and gentlemen, it�s time for our last match of the evening and main event. This match is for the Veteran�s Division Championship and here are our principles. In the corner to my right, standing 5 feet 9 inches tall and weighing 280 pounds �. The winner of our Veteran�s Division Championship Tournament �. The challenger �� COCOA!�
Ms. Liberty listened to the raucous welcome from behind the door, though the boos just as loud as the cheers, bringing a smile to her pretty face. Cocoa meanwhile prowled back and forth in her corner like a caged animal, her face curled in an angry snarl as she disregarded the crowd altogether. Just as the noise level died down, the announcer then began his introduction of the champion.
�Her opponent tonight �. The first ever Veteran�s Division Champion in her first title defense ��. Standing 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighing 175 pounds �. The Champion �.. MS. LIBERTY!�
Suddenly the doors flew open and the glare of three spotlights; one red, one white and one blue; blinded Ms. Liberty as Tom Petty�s song �American Girl� blasted over the loudspeakers. Totally unwarned about and thus unprepared for the spectacle, Ms. Liberty hesitated as the crowd cheered loudly, most of them on their feet. As her eyes adjusted to the lights, she looked out at the crowd before finally trotting forward, a wide smile on her face.
For the first time in her career, Ms. Liberty was getting the star treatment. She was the featured attraction! She realized that for the first time ever, rather than jealously watching someone else�s elaborate introduction, she was the one enjoying it. She jogged down the aisle, slapping hands with several fans as she made her way to the ring, the spotlights dancing off of her pale skin.
As climbed up into the ring, she skipped around it once as Cocoa stood in her corner, watching angrily. But Ms. Liberty was enjoying her moment, greatly appreciative of the opportunity to finally enjoy the spotlight. Finally the music died down and the spotlights dimmed as the announcer made his way out of the ring, leaving only the two combatants and the referee. Ms. Liberty stood in her corner, her heart still racing from the thrill of her introduction, unable to wipe the smile from her face.
�I can get used to this!�, she thought to herself before the rest of the lights dimmed and the match was about to start.
With Cocoa�s angry brown eyes shooting daggers at her, Ms. Liberty finally wiped the smile from her face and grabbed hold of the top ropes, stretching her shoulders just as the bell rang. She darted out of her corner and skipped spryly around the outside perimeter of the ring as Cocoa lumbered directly to the middle, waiting for her. While Ms. Liberty continued to circle in front of the ropes, swaggering in a circle, Cocoa remained in the center of the ring, circling in place to follow her opponent�s movements. Gradually the crowd grew restless as Ms. Liberty seemed reluctant to move closer, a slight smattering of boos becoming more obvious. Cocoa took their cue and lifted her arms in front of her, waving her hands to motivate Ms. Liberty.
�Come on girl. It�s just you and me!�
Continuing to skip another half turn around the ring, Ms. Liberty finally darted forward, prompting Cocoa to lunge at her. But as she did, the champion quickly scooted beneath her outstretched arms, rushing past her and escaping to the far side of the ring, not yet ready to engage the challenger.
Cocoa began to grow frustrated, as did the crowd, and began to lumber toward Ms. Liberty, who quickly reversed field and backpedaled away. The boos grew louder as Cocoa continued to stalk Ms. Liberty, who made a point of avoiding her. Finally Cocoa stood upright in the center of the ring and placed her hands on her hips, glaring at the champion.
�Come on bitch! We gonna fight or what?!?!?
As if on cue, Ms. Liberty raced forward and as she approached her mountainous opponent, dove forward. With her body acting as a spear, Ms. Liberty leaped down toward Cocoa�s legs, her head shooting between Cocoa�s knees as her arms wrapped around them.
Feeling her body about to tip backward, Cocoa quickly lifted her arms out to her sides and twirled them in a circle, trying to keep her balance. Her arms completed two big loops before she was able to right herself, regaining her balance to avoid falling backward as Ms. Liberty continued to clutch tightly onto her tree trunk-like legs.
The champ had hoped to knock the challenger off of her feet, but as it became apparent that her attempt was unsuccessful, she knew that it was time to get away. Releasing her grip on Cocoa�s legs she dropped down onto all fours and tried to quickly crawl between Cocoa�s legs in order to escape. But Cocoa hastily clamped her legs together, trapping the champ�s head between the inside of her knees, locking her in a standing head scissors.
The crowd perked up as Cocoa squeezed her stout legs tightly together, squashing Ms. Liberty�s head between them. With the champ still on all fours, she again wrapped her arms around the back of Cocoa�s legs, trying to force her over, though her attempts proved unsuccessful. At 175 pounds, Ms. Liberty was no lightweight, but with her opponent outweighing her by over 100 pounds, she could not overpower her. With her head feeling like a squeezed orange, Ms. Liberty grew desperate. But the worst was yet to come as Cocoa then abruptly dropped to the mat, ramming Ms. Liberty�s face into it from between her knees.
The crowd roared as Ms. Liberty lay face down, her body sprawled apart as Cocoa knelt in front of her, staring down into her back, milky white back. She then slowly got to her feet as Ms. Liberty squirmed, her pretty face aching and her head throbbing. As Cocoa got to her feet however, Ms. Liberty tried to wriggle up onto all fours again, but Cocoa plodded down her body, her legs straddling Ms. Liberty�s midsection as she stood ominously over her.
Lifting her arms in the air, Cocoa then again dropped to the mat, this time pulling her legs out in front of her as she fell. Her ample butt slammed down into the small of Ms. Liberty�s back, crushing it against the canvas as the crowd let out a collective gasp as all of the massive woman�s 280 pounds pulverized Ms. Liberty�s back.
There was a sickening crack sound that came from Ms. Liberty�s back upon impact and the way she just laying there compelled the crowd to grow eerily quiet, wondering if the champion�s back had been broken by the devastating blow. But Cocoa seemed completely disinterested as she placed her hand down on the side of Ms. Liberty�s face and pushed down on it as she rose to her feet. Getting up, she stared down at Ms. Liberty, still laying motionless below her.
The crowd was still fairly quiet as Cocoa lifted her leg and stomped it down into the champion�s back, causing her body to convulse before flattening once more. Fearing that Cocoa had seriously injured the champ, the crowd began to let her have it, booing and hissing as she again stomped her foot down into the hapless heroine. Ms. Liberty meanwhile moaned softly, her back in great pain as she remained flat on her stomach. But Cocoa had just begun, reaching down to grab a hold of Ms. Liberty�s right wrist and right ankle before pulling up on them and lifting her off of the canvas.
With her body turned sideways, bent in half and hanging down off of Cocoa, Ms. Liberty�s face cringed in pain. She was then dragged back to the center of the ring where Cocoa set herself before beginning to rotate. Keeping her feet moving, she gained momentum, her large body spinning in a circle as she hauled Ms. Liberty�s body around her. For such a large woman, Cocoa was moving at a very quick pace, so much so that her momentum had elevated Ms. Liberty's whirling body to the point where it was parallel with the top rope. The champion kept her eyes open, but the vision of screaming fans quickly turned into just blurry streams of light as she was pulled higher into orbit. Growing nauseous as she was forced to circle, her dizzied whines faded in and out with each revolution around Cocoa she made.
Finally, after numerous round trip spins, Cocoa released her grip, sending Ms. Liberty soaring through the air. She flew at least 4 or 5 feet before sliding to the mat, her body bouncing hard once as it continued to slide before finally slipping beneath the bottom rope and sailing out of the ring. But her momentum not only sent her flying out of the ring, but bouncing onto the hard, concrete floor and rolling over until she finally ground to a halt at the feet of some of the fans in the front row. Hurt, dizzy and confused, Ms. Liberty flopped sloppily onto her back and tried to pick a focal point on the ceiling in order to regain her senses. But as she tried desperately to get her bearings, surprisingly, a handful of fans began to verbally abuse her.
"Champ? You're more like a chump!"
"Hey, was that a jumbo jet that just landed?"
"Hey Ms. Liberty, how's your back feeling?"
Though dazed, she heard the insults loud and clear, but the tremendous pain she was in was her first concern. She was in so much pain in fact that she didn't know if she could continue. But meanwhile up in the ring, against the referee's warning, Cocoa began to climb through the ropes to come out and get her.
With the ref shouting out his count, Cocoa jumped down, grabbing a handful of Ms. Liberty's short, disheveled, black hair and violently ripping her onto her feet. Ms. Liberty rose quickly but was barely able to keep her legs steady beneath her as Cocoa then easily scooped her up, carried back over to ringside and dumped her down onto the ring apron. She then climbed back up into the ring herself before bending down and snatching hold of Ms. Liberty's ankle and dragging her beneath the rope and back into the ring.
Still out of it, Ms. Liberty was now flat on her back as she was pulled to the center of the ring, her face wincing as Cocoa dropped her leg. Standing over her devastated foe, Cocoa glared down at her with an angry sneer.
"Is that all you got champ?"
Ms. Liberty looked back up at her with a blank stare, in too much pain to respond. But Cocoa then again dropped to the mat, pulling her right leg out in fornt of her as she fell and slamming the telephone pole-like limb across Ms. Liberty's chest.
"AAAAWWWWW!" wailed Ms. Liberty, showing some sign of life at least as her spandex wrapped legs lifted into the air.
Cocoa kept her leg pressed down on Ms. Liberty's chest for a few more moments before finally rolling it off of her and again getting to her feet. Sensing that the champ could no longer continue, the ref walked over and yelled down to her, asking if she wanted to submit. Ms. Liberty continued to stare blankly up at the ceiling, but did not respond, prompting Cocoa to step and push the ref out of her way.
"She ain't gettin' outta here that easy!"
She then reached down and grabbed Ms. Liberty by the hair, snatching her roughly onto her feet. Ms. Liberty rose wearily, but as she did, Cocoa turned so that the two women were now back to back. She then reached back over her shoulder and grabbed hold of Ms. Liberty from beneath the champion's chin. With her big paw planted firmly in place, she began to pull back on Ms. Liberty's head while leaning forward so that Ms. Liberty's body was forced to drape across her back, her neck bent awkwardly backward as her body hung off of Cocoa like a corpse. Ms. Liberty was now trapped in a dangerous neck breaker with Cocoa's large hand pulling up from beneath her chin, it seemed just a matter of time before the champion would be forced to surrender.
The ref charged in and shouted to Ms. Liberty to ask if she was ready to submit and though her pretty brown eyes showed a combination of fear and pain, with Cocoa's hand compressing her cheeks together, she could not speak. The ref again yelled at her, trying to convince her to submit, but before she could attempt a reply, Cocoa jumped a few inches off of the ground, her landing jarring Ms. Liberty�s neck perilously as her body shook while dangling off of her attacker�s back.
Again the ref solicited a plea of submission, but again Cocoa sprung up, snapping Ms. Liberty�s neck back even more, her body quivering from beneath her spandex body suit before drooping off of Cocoa�s massive back. The ref made a fourth request to the lynched Ms. Liberty, but she was able to only spew a spray of saliva from her mouth without making a sound. Since the ref did not hear a verbal response from the champion, even though her voluptuous body was stretched apart and hanging limply off of Cocoa's back, the ref allowed the match to continue.
Cocoa leaned forward even further, stretching Ms. Liberty's already arched body even more. With the champion in agony, her arms and legs hanging limply off of Cocoa, the challenger finally removed her hand from beneath Ms. Liberty's chin which allowed her lifeless body to slide down Cocoa's back and drop to the mat below.
The crowd had changed allegiances during the match, starting out in Ms. Liberty�s corner but then turning on her when she tried to avoid Cocoa at the start of the match. But the tide turned once again as they began to sympathize with the debilitated veteran and called for an end to the one-sided match. With loud catcalls and whistles, they made their voice known, and the ref walked over to Ms. Liberty to heed their request as Cocoa walked to the corner and climbed up onto the middle rope. As the ref knelt down next to the flattened champion who lay flat on her back near the middle of the ring, Cocoa yelled out to him to get out of the way.
�You best get out of the way unless you want to feel the Cocoa Powder!�
The ref looked up at her and noticed that Cocoa was standing on the ropes in the corner, her arms spread overhead as she prepared to deliver her finishing move, the Cocoa Powder. She had used it in both of her tournament wins against The Babe and Lace, and Ms. Liberty was about to become the third Veteran�s Division victim of the maneuver. The ref quickly scooted out of the way as Cocoa took fly, launching her mammoth body forward in a skydive, the prone Ms. Liberty her target.
Hurtling through he air she finally crash-landed on Ms. Liberty, flattening her in the process. As Cocoa adjusted herself, her huge frame completely covering Ms. Liberty�s flattened body, the ref dove in and gave quickly slapped the mat three times, counting out Ms. Liberty and in the process, ending her very brief reign as champion. The announcer quickly climbed up into the ring as the crowd booed vehemently, angered at both Cocoa�s viciousness and Ms. Liberty�s pathetic showing.
�The winner of the match and new Veteran�s Division Champion �.. COCOA!
Cocoa then whispered to her flattened foe, �That�s all for you girl! Now we�re even!�
She then pushed herself up off of Ms. Liberty and had her arm raised in triumph. The ref tried to place the championship belt around her waist, but not surprisingly, it did not fit so instead Cocoa grabbed it and draped across her shoulder. As she exited the ring to the catcalls of the fans, Ms. Liberty had rolled onto her side and was being attended to. It took her several minutes to get up, and when she finally did, it took two attendants to drape her arms around their shoulders as they helped her back to the locker room.
After a check up by the doctors, Ms. Liberty remained on a couch in the locker room for the next hour or so. Though she was not seriously injured, her body ached and she had trouble walking on her own. Eventually she was escorted into a taxi however, who took her home. As she hobbled into her dark, empty home, she turned the light on in the kitchen and found a note waiting for her.
Dear Madeleine,
I hope your match went well.
I�ve decided that it�s best for me to spend the weekend in a hotel, but if you need me, I can be reached at the Motel 6 on Main Street.
Love,
Joe
Madeleine put the note down, a bit surprised that her husband had decided to stay away, but not shocked. Slowly she then limped up the stairs to her bedroom where she slipped out of her clothes and collapsed on the bed, falling asleep � or more appropriately, unconscious, for the rest of the night.
