Felizia vs. Barbara
Veteran's Division Match!

The day was a typically hectic one with Barbara rising early to get dressed in her work-out clothes, make breakfast for her kids, get them ready and then drop them off at school before heading straight to the gym to get in a full work-out. After an hour and a half at the gym she then ran some errands, rushed home, took a shower and returned to school to volunteer in the library before picking her kids up, driving them home, starting them on their homework, packing their bags and finally taking the long drive to her parents’ house where she dropped them off to spend the weekend. On the drive home she finally had a few minutes to herself and her thoughts were focused on the following night, when she would finally step back into the wrestling ring for her first, official Veteran’s Division wrestling match.

The road had been a long one after having been so handily defeated by Peaches and thereby eliminated from the Women’s Division in the same tournament two years earlier. Now at the age of 41, Barbara was too old to earn back her spot on the Women’s Division roster due to its’ age restriction of women 40 years and younger, but determined not to let her fledgling wrestling career end on such a sour note, Barbara competed in the Veteran’s Division Amateur Elimination Wrestling Tournament three months earlier where she had won back her job as a pro wrestler. And tomorrow night she would make her debut in a singles match in the Veteran’s Division.

The Veteran’s Division offered Barbara some unique benefits, along with some clear challenges. Unlike previously when she had been the oldest wrestler in the Women’s Division, Barbara was now the youngest wrestler in the Veteran’s Division giving her a distinct advantage. But she was also the smallest in stature in this group of mature pro wrestlers, and how much that would be a factor remained to be seen.

Regardless of which division she would be competing in however, Barbara had worked hard to win her way back into wrestling and was thrilled with her tournament victory, despite the fact that it came at the expense of her friend Ms. Liberty, who was eliminated as a result. But nonetheless, after two years out of the ring, Barbara’s comeback would begin! Her first chance to get back in action in a singles match; her first opportunity to show the other Veteran’s Division wrestlers what she could do; her first chance to prove to herself that she belonged in the ring. So as she sat behind the wheel of her minivan and drove herself home, she was excited, but also filled with anxiety.

She would be up against another newcomer to the Veteran’s Division, although she had already faced her once before in the tournament. Felizia and Barbara had wrestled to a draw after the five minute time limit had expired in the first round, but despite the official outcome, Felizia had dominated the final couple of minutes and had her on the brink of a pin before time expired; a fact not lost on Barbara. Also adding to her anxiety was the manner in which the round had come to an end, with a dazed Barbara pinned back against the corner, Felizia hovering over her while smothering Barbara’s face in her sweaty bosom. Although Barbara had been able to overcome the somewhat demoralizing conclusion and advance into the second round, the memory of that incident was still fresh in her mind. And if that wasn’t bad enough; Felizia had been accompanied to the ring by her niece Peaches, the same woman who had eliminated Barbara in the Women’s Division tournament a couple of years earlier. Those factors weighed heavily on the apprehensive, suburban housewife as she further contemplated her upcoming opponent.

The Brazilian born Felizia had proven herself to be a tough and worthy competitor, but perhaps even more important, she also possessed a raw, sexy disposition which Barbara found to be intimidating. With a confident demeanor, flamboyant personality and curvaceous, well oiled body clad in skimpy bikinis, Felizia carried herself with a self-assured swagger which left Barbara feeling insecure. Though a very attractive woman herself; perhaps even more physically attractive than Felizia; Barbara nonetheless lacked her opponent’s flair, her own conservative values restraining her from exhibiting Felizia’s flamboyance; though in some ways she secretly admired it and longed to be more like her. But Barbara had her own style which contrasted Felizia’s, and that left the self-doubting housewife feeling somewhat inadequate.

As she finally pulled her minivan into her driveway however, her thoughts returned back to the present. Walking into the house, she was greeted by her husband who was standing at the door, suitcase in hand. He was going away for a long weekend with some friends on their annual, long planned trip to watch baseball Spring training in Florida. The trip had been planned long before Barbara’s match was scheduled, and since it was an annual event, she had encouraged him to go, though as her level of pre-match anxiety grew, she was now second guessing that decision. Arriving home just in time to say good bye as his friends pulled up in their driveway to pick him up, she nonetheless asked him to wait one minute before leaving.

Running up the stairs she darted into her bedroom, slipped out of her clothes and into her brand new wrestling outfit which consisted of a sports-bra-like top with matching shorts and boots, all made of a sparkly, blue material which nicely displayed her fit body. She had saved for months to have it custom made for her, and was hopeful that her husband’s reaction to the sight of her in it would help to restore some of her confidence, especially since he would not be at her match to support her. After slipping on her wrestling boots, she finally summoned him up to the bedroom, placing her hands on her hips as she struck her most seductive pose. When her husband walked into the room, he smiled at the sight of her, glancing up and down her body.

“So? …… What do you think?” she asked in her most kittenish voice, waiting anxiously for his reaction.

”Very cute!” he replied in his most satisfied voice, though clearly he felt rushed as his friend’s honked the horn once again. Despite his attempted endorsement however, Barbara was left underwhelmed, and in fact, looked irritated by his reaction, or lack of it. CUTE ??? Was that all he had to say! CUTE !!!

It was a word Barbara had learned to despise, and a word all too often used to describe her. What she REALLY wanted to hear that she looked HOT or SEXY or ….. anything but ….. CUTE !!!

With her face twisted into an angry expression, her husband was surprised by her reaction. He thought he had paid her a compliment, but judging by the way she was reacting, she clearly had not taken it that way.

”What’s the matter. I said that you looked great!” he said to her.

”No you didn’t …. You said I looked CUTE!”.

”And what’s wrong with that?” he responded, now getting irritated himself at her reaction. “You do look cute! You look great! You look beautiful! What else do you want me to say?”

With her disappointment obvious, Barbara turned away, dismissing him as she did.

”Just go, your friends are waiting for you.” she said dejectedly as she turned and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Her husband stood there a moment, pleading with her to come out, but then finally giving up. He got his suitcase, put on his jacket and grabbed his car keys before begging her to come out one last time. When she did not answer, he finally yelled through the door to wish her luck in her match and then left, reminding her that he would be back on Monday night. After she heard the door close, Barbara finally walked out of the bathroom and ambled dejectedly over to the mirror which hung from her closet door. Glancing at herself, his words kept playing out over and over in her head. ”Very cute!”

Barbara had always been the cute one, never the hot one, though she desperately wanted to be. She was always considered the quintessential “girl next door”, someone whom attracted attention, but was never the center of it. A naturally attractive woman, she nonetheless lacked the pizzazz of women who men referred to as ”hot”, and as she looked herself over, playing with the long, curly brown hair which hung down past her shoulders, she agonized over it. But instead of pouting about it, Barbara walked into her closet, rolled out a large, blue exercise ball and sat atop it. She then placed her hands behind her head and began a long and grueling set of abdominal crunches. She kept at it until her stomach could take no more before standing up, changing into her pajamas and walking back downstairs where she poured herself a cup of tea and sat on her sofa, contemplating her impending match.

If Barbara wanted to know the definition of a “hot” woman, she had to look no further than her upcoming opponent. For as the housewife sat alone drinking a cup of tea, across town, Felizia was perched in a cage, shaking her bikini-clad, oiled body at one of the trendiest nightclubs in the city. Despite being 52 years old, each Friday night, Felizia and her niece Peaches worked at the nightclub, earning several times as much as they did for a wrestling match. Kept away from the roaming hands of the clientele’ by dancing in cages positioned above the dance floor, Felizia and her niece were hired to entertain the hip crowd of young men, many of whom lusted for the older woman.

Born in Rio de Janiero, sexiness came naturally to Felizia, and despite her age, she knew how to use her assets to her advantage. She kept herself in fantastic shape, but what was most arousing to the young men was her attitude and the way she moved, enticing them with her shaking, gyrating and Brazilian lack of inhibition. So as Barbara turned out the lights and went to bed, Felizia was just starting her final set as the crowd around her cage grew larger as the night went on. When her set finally concluded, Felizia and her niece went backstage, changing and leaving the club through a back door as they drove home together, agreeing the time to meet for the match the following evening.

As the next morning arrived, Barbara was delighted to sleep a little late, getting up to make herself a light breakfast before a final workout in her living room. She paced herself, doing just enough to work up a sweat without tiring herself out. She then took a long, hot shower, fixed her hair and make-up, had a small lunch and then left for the wrestling arena, arriving well before the start of the show.

Felizia meanwhile slept until early afternoon before finally rising and having a big breakfast. She then sat and relaxed for a little while longer before going to the spa for a massage, manicure and pedicure. As her spa visit concluded, she then went back home for her final preparations while Barbara had already arrived at the arena.

The first of the wrestlers to arrive, Barbara slipped into her outfit before doing some stretches and a few calisthenics, concluding the preparation with her match still a couple of hours away. She began to pace nervously around the locker room, waiting for the other women to arrive and keep her mind off of the match. As she continued to walk around the room and release her nervous energy, some of the wrestlers from the earlier matches finally began to turn up. Barbara greeted each of them cheerfully, before Flora walked in.

Barbara and Flora had started wrestling at the same time a few years earlier, facing each other in the first professional match for each of them, and also after Flora had become Women’s Division Champion, with Flora winning both times in brutal fashion. But despite the potential animosity which she could have felt, Barbara harbored no grudges against the brunette and instead greeted her cheerfully.

Taken aback by Barbara’s jovial greeting, Flora looked surprised, though she nodded her head in acknowledgement. She then walked to her corner of the dressing room, preparing for her own match against Women’s Division newcomer Kayla while still glancing across the room at Barbara with a confused look on her face. As the first match of the evening got underway, Barbara took a seat and watched it on the television monitor in the locker room. After it concluded, Flora stood up and she and Kayla exchanged some angry words before Kayla was called to enter the arena for their match.

Barbara watched as Kayla walked away, but then glanced across at Flora who stood her ground and was not at all shaken by the confrontation. Barbara then thought back to the night before and how her husband had referred to her as “cute”, before she again glanced at Flora, taking notice of her risqué’ bikini, slender body and assertive attitude. She guessed that no one had ever referred to Flora as “cute”, but that “hot” was a much more plausible description the fiery brunette.

”Wow, you really look hot Flora! Good luck tonight!” she shouted as Flora began to walk out of the room.

Once again, the ornery brunette looked confused, surprised at Barbara’s compliment. She glanced back at her, noticing the innocent smile on her face, and surprisingly, Flora responded with a compliment of her own.

”Thanks. You look pretty hot yourself. Good luck to you too!” she replied before leaving the room for her introduction.

Stunned by the complimentary response, Barbara smiled widely, encouraged by her rival’s words, “ ….. You look pretty hot yourself! …..” Barbara then set herself in front of the television and watched the match intently, shocked by the brutality of it as both women tore into each other. Finally, after it was over and the exhausted Flora’s arm was raised in victory, Barbara smiled, surprisingly proud of her ornery brunette rival’s accomplishment.

A few minutes later Kayla burst back into the locker room, agitated at having been defeated. She stormed into the showers, tossing her bikini aside before slamming the door behind her. Barbara continued to watch the monitor, and as she noticed Flora exiting the ring and heading back to the locker room, walked out in the hallway to congratulate her. Flora limped through the doors leading from the arena, visibly worn out, though deeply satisfied with her victory. Barbara was about to walk over and congratulate her, when Flora’s husband rushed in, carrying a suitcase. Barbara stepped back and watched as the victorious-though-battle-scarred brunette draped her arms around her husband’s neck and kissed him before seemingly pleading for him not to go.

Remaining out of sight, Barbara tried not to listen in on their conversation, but overheard Flora’s attempts to persuade him to stay. Barbara did not hear anything further, but then noticed him give her a final kiss before walking out. The brunette then limped toward the locker room, and stumbled upon Barbara, who was still standing near the locker room entrance. Surprised, Barbara nonetheless spewed a heartfelt congratulations.

”WOW! That was some match Flora! Congratulations! Looks like your back on the road to the title!” Barbara exclaimed.

Flora smiled; an unusual occurrence for the typically cantankerous brunette; just as Kayla stormed past them, still furious at having lost. Flora smirked as her victim breezed by, Barbara watching her revel in her victory. Just then however, Felizia finally walked in; followed closely by her niece Peaches; with just a few minutes to go before her match. Barbara watched nervously as the two women passed, clearly intimidated by the sight of them.

“Is she your opponent?” Flora asked, watching Felizia first but then eyeing Peaches as they walked into the room together.

”Yeah. I faced her in the tournament and we wrestled to a draw.” Barbara replied, her voice exhibiting her nervousness.

”Watch out for them.” Flora warned ominously.

”I’ll be okay.” Barbara replied unconvincingly.

As Flora walked into the room, she and Peaches crossed paths, the two glaring at each other once more. Peaches had defeated Flora a couple of months earlier, earning the right to fight for the title, a right Flora had desperately wanted but did not earn. Peaches gave Flora a superior smirk, the brunette snarling back at her, though each kept walking. But as Barbara watched, Felizia walked up and confronted her, Peaches coming to her side.

”Tonight I’m going to finish the job I started a couple of months ago!” she threatened, referring to their first round tournament match.

”Yeah ….. well ……I ……” Barbara began, though she could not find the right words to finish the sentence, causing Peaches to giggle as they walked away, leaving Barbara looking intimidated and awkward.

Flora meanwhile watched, clearly agitated at the two as she then walked over to Barbara.

”Are you okay?” Flora asked, showing surprising concern for Barbara.

”It’s no big deal. You better get out of here and go celebrate with your husband!” Barbara stated, though Flora’s reaction was uninspired.

”Yeah, he’ll be celebrating with his friends at Spring training in Florida while I’ll be celebrating alone.” she replied, drawing a reaction from Barbara.

”You’re kidding! That’s where my husband is this weekend too!”

Flora was unfazed by the coincidence and walked away, taking a seat near her locker as Barbara was summoned for her match. Flora shouted a final “Good luck” to her before the housewife marched to the doors leading into the arena and waited for her introduction. Fidgeting nervously as she stood there, Barbara heard the announcer begin her intro, which prompted the butterflies to start fluttering in her stomach. With her nerves taking grip, she began to perspire and had to wipe her brow as she continued to tensely hop in place.

“Our next match features two new Veteran’s Division wrestlers. Up first is a former Women’s Division wrestler who is making her return to pro wrestling after an almost 2 year hiatus, this time in the Veteran’s Division. She is 41 years of age, stands 5 feet 4 inches tall and weighs 110 pounds. Please give a warm welcome back to ….. BARBARA!”

The cheers grew as the doors burst open, Barbara’s heart racing as the lights from the arena hit her. Taking a final, apprehensive deep breath, she then began a spirited trot to ringside, smiling widely at the cheers as she slapped hands with the fans along the way. Though her adrenalin was pumping, Barbara’s nerves began to calm a bit as the crowd gave her a warm welcome upon her entrance. Reaching ringside she then climbed the stairs and dipped beneath the ropes, hopping spryly around the ring as the spotlights glistened off of her damp skin before she assumed her place in her corner.

“And her opponent tonight, from Rio de Janiero and making her official Veteran’s Division debut ….. she is 52 years of age ….. stands 5 feet 7 inches tall and weighs 140 pounds ….. accompanied by her niece Peaches …… please give a warm welcome to ….. FELIZIA!”

Pushing through the doors, Peaches held them open for her aunt, who marched majestically forward. The crowd erupted, giving the Brazilian beauty a huge ovation, prompting Barbara, who was watching from her corner, to grimace. It was clear that, despite the welcome reception she had received herself, the reaction to Felizia’s entrance was much more animated, leaving the pretty housewife disappointed. As she watched Felizia strut forward, her oiled body glistening in a skimpy red bikini while she wore an expression of invincibility on her face, Barbara harkened back to the “hot” debate. It was apparent that Felizia had an aura which elicited such a response, and despite Barbara’s best efforts, she was unable to replicate it.

Making her way forward as Peaches followed closely behind her in a matching red bikini, the tandem were venerated by the fans who stood and cheered. Finally reaching ringside, Peaches hopped up on the ring apron and spread the ropes apart for her aunt, who dipped between them and entered the ring. Perched in her corner with her arms resting on the ropes as she watched, Barbara’s heart pounded as Felizia drew closer, marching over to intimidate her.

”Terminado!” the Brazilian growled at her while standing just inches away.

The Portuguese word meant “finished”, and that was exactly what Felizia intended to do to Barbara. The housewife tried her best to stand her ground, but it was clear that she was flustered as she had no response, not even sure what Felizia had said. The Brazilian continued to stare her at her menacingly as Barbara stared back, though her expressive eyes were unable to hide her anxiety. Satisfied that she had bullied her opponent, Felizia then finally turned and walked away, greeting Peaches at the center of the ring before her niece prompted the fans to give her aunt one final ovation, to which they readily complied. The two then walked across the ring, Peaches climbing out of it to take her place at ringside while Felizia turned and glared across at Barbara before the bell rang.

Once again Barbara’s heart began to race as she took yet another deep breath before skipping out of her corner and circling against the ropes to her right. Felizia moved straight toward her, but Barbara danced swiftly, forcing the Brazilian to pursue her. Just as Felizia drew closer however, Barbara changed direction and quickly circled to the left, forcing Felizia to stalk her again as the crowd began to grow restless. Barbara made her way around the ring for a full revolution before again changing direction, the crowd now beginning to boo as Peaches goaded her from ringside.

”Come on and fight …. You coward!”

Watching the action from back in the locker room, Flora stared up into the screen, shaking her head as she mumbled to herself.

”She is going to get her ass kicked!” she grumbled in reference to Barbara, noticing the way the housewife was avoiding her opponent and was clearly intimidated by her.

Felizia then managed to cut off the ring as she moved in, Barbara lifting her arms in a defensive posture, unlike someone who was prepared to attack. As such, Felizia was able to lunge past her defenses and snatch a handful of Barbara’s long, curly hair. She locked the brown tresses in her right fist, and then rolled it around to coil a long stretch of it around her hand. Barbara’s head dipped down as a result, allowing Felizia to turn and slam a brutal side kick into Barbara’s taut midsection. The blow bent the housewife in half as she bowed forward, Felizia then grabbing a handful of hair with her left hand, coiling another handful of it before yanking the hunched housewife forward.

Stooped over, Barbara was violently yanked to the center of the ring, her hair tightly wound around each of Felizia’s fists, before the Brazilian then began to pull on it sideways, forcing Barbara to run in a circle until she was lifted form the canvas, Felizia dragging her in a circle by the hair, before tossing her aside.

With the fans cheering their approval, Barbara dropped to the mat, landing on her butt and rolling over once as her hands quickly reached for her aching head. Coming to rest face down to the canvas, her legs kicked furiously in pain as she massaged her throbbing scalp. With her long, brown tresses flowing down to the middle of her back, Barbara’s hair had been an effective way of controlling the petite wrestler, and Felizia had taken full advantage. Still kicking furiously as the pain in her scalp was unbearable, Barbara would get no relief as her opponent moved in and again snatched her up by the hair, though this time she dropped the grip once Barbara got to her feet and quickly fell backward while delivering a ferocious double kick to Barbara’s chest.

The explosive, thrusting kick sent Barbara soaring backward before she landed hard against the canvas, her legs rolling over her head before she was again face down. Unlike a moment ago when she kicked violently in pain, this time Barbara fell flat, her chest aching as she was left dazed by the ferocity of the kick. Felizia got up and stalked her once again, this time grabbing her by the arm and thigh on the same side of her body. She hoisted Barbara up and dragged her toward the center of the ring before spinning around, pulling the housewife with her. Barbara’s body lifted off of the mat and began to orbit Felizia, spinning dizzily around for 3 full rotations before she was released and sailed toward the corner, bouncing off of the canvas while sliding forward before coming to rest in a heap near the corner.

Overwhelmed, Barbara remained in a fetal position as Peaches walked over from outside of the ring and reached up, grabbing Barbara’s ankles so that her legs now straddled the ringpost. With Felizia standing ominously above Barbara’s head, Peaches then dragged the brown-haired beauty’s legs forward, slamming her crotch against the ringpost as Barbara howled in pain. The ref rushed over and ordered Peaches to drop her, and the youngster readily complied, although the damage had been done. Back in the locker room, Flora continued to watch, standing up as she saw Peaches interfere, and then deciding to continue to observe the match from inside the arena itself.

Flora was certainly no angel, and used every dirty trick in the book in her own matches, but if there was one thing she did not tolerate, it was outside interference. From her point of view, anything which happened between the two competitors was fair game, but once an outside party got involved, that was something she did not believe in. So even though she did not consider Barbara to be a friend, she nonetheless decided to get a bit closer to the action, just in case.

Meanwhile, back in the ring, Felizia grabbed Barbara by the wrists and dragged her on her back to the center of the ring. She then kept a tight grip on Barbara’s wrists while stepping down onto her hair, which was strewn wildly about on either side of her head. The brazen Brazilian then began to pull up on Barbara’s arms, ripping her hair from her scalp as she yanked upward on her arms.

”OWWW…..OWWWW…..OWWWWW!” wailed the harangued housewife as her curly locks were torn from her scalp.

Watching from the back of the arena, Flora stared up into the ring, but did not progress forward since the action remained in the ring, without interference. But she could clearly hear Barbara’s screams as again Felizia yanked up on her arms.

”AAAHHHHHHHHHH!”

After yanking forcefully upward on Barbara’s arms for a few moments longer, Felizia finally dropped them, allowing Barbara to fall down onto her back, Felizia then rolling her onto her stomach and reaching down to grab a handful of her hair from behind her head. She pulled Barbara upward, getting her to her knees as the Brazilian was now perched behind her, grabbing her arms and crossing them in front of her before pulling back on them. With Barbara’s arms now crossed in front of her body and yanked back against her throat, Felizia continued to rip back on them, choking the beleaguered housewife with her own arms!

With a panicked though restricted mumble, Barbara protested the hold, but Felizia then moved in, wedging her knees up against Barbara’s back before rolling backward. As a result, Barbara’s body was forced to curl backward as well, falling onto Felizia’s upended legs as the Brazilian now lay on her back with the still choked and arched Barbara hovering helplessly above her. Stretched backward as her arms continued to choke her, Barbara was in serious trouble as she lay across the Brazilian’s strong legs. The ref moved in and checked to see if she was ready to submit, Barbara spewing an incoherent response as a spray of saliva discharged from her mouth.

The crowd was on their feet, anticipating a quick submission as Barbara’s fit body was being choked and stretched apart, all in a single hold. But she hung in there until finally Felizia thrust her own legs forward while releasing Barbara’s arms to shoot her forward and send her flying across the ring. Barbara’s body became vertical and spread eagle as she soared through the air before landing haplessly, and hard, near the corner. With her body crashing to the canvas first, her face followed, snapping down violently into the mat and leaving Barbara shaken and stunned. She remained face down against the canvas, lifting her head to shake it in an attempt to clear her cobwebs, before it once again fell back to the mat.

Barbara’s anxiety before the match had proven to be well placed since Felizia had picked up where she left off in the tournament, dominating the hapless housewife who seemed defenseless against the onslaught. Rolling onto her side, Barbara was reeling as the crowd was now fully supportive of Felizia’s attack, Barbara’s fans silent as they watched the one-sided battle in dismay. Felizia got up and stormed over to the fallen housewife, reaching down to grab her by the ankles and roll her onto her back. Barbara grabbed the ropes from above her head and tried to hold on, prompting Felizia to drop the housewife’s legs, and step forward to pound a ferocious stomp down into her gut.

”BAAAWWWW!” blubbered Barbara as her body recoiled, Felizia once again grabbing her ankles and pulling her legs upward.

Trying desperately to avoid further damage, Barbara again reached her arms up over her head and grabbed hold of the bottom rope with both hands, gripping it tightly to try and prevent herself from being dragged to the center of the ring. Felizia continued to pull on her legs however, lifting and stretching the housewife’s body in the process as she continued to clench onto the bottom rope. The tug of war continued, with Barbara’s body acting as the rope, stretching further and further as she clung onto the ropes for dear life. The bright lights glistened off of the perspiring skin on her now lengthened torso, her arms quivering from the strain of trying to hold on. But eventually, she could keep her grip no more and was yanked forward, her body sailing toward Felizia before crashing to the mat, landing on her shoulders.

Adjusting her grip, Felizia pulled upward even more, now securing a hold around Barbara’s knees, in the process, forcing the housewife into an upended position, her body dangling upside down as her arms flailed outward on the mat below her. Felizia then began to haul her in a circle, lifting Barbara’s shoulders off of the mat as her body began to rotate around the Brazilian. Her arms and long, brown hair flapped outward as she was spun a full three times, the overhead lights becoming nothing more than flashing streaks as her upended body revolved around. Finally Felizia released her legs, sending Barbara soaring once more, her body crashing to the canvas before rolling over twice and coming to rest in the same corner where it had all started.

With Barbara dizzied and reaching for the ropes, the crowd cheered loudly as Felizia marched over to her, snatching a full fistful of her long hair to rip her up and onto her feet before forcefully shoving her back into the corner. Barbara’s body shook as her back hit the turnbuckles, her head dipping down, her face covered by her long hair which fell over it. With her arms perched over the top ropes, Barbara drooped off of them as Felizia pushed her palm onto Barbara’s forehead and shoved her head backward. She then delivered a boot to the belly, further burying Barbara into the corner before turning and walking away, thrusting her arms overhead in a victorious pose as the crowd showered her with adoration.

With the housewife now dangling from the corner, Felizia walked to the opposite side of the ring, pausing along the way to glide over to the side and slap hands with her niece, who continued to cheer her on from ringside. Felizia then continued on towards the opposite corner before turning to face Barbara once more, ready to charge at her. But much to her surprise, the embattled brown haired wrestler had pushed herself out of the corner and was hobbling to her right, trying to escape the impending attack. Undeterred, Felizia charged across at her, Barbara unable to escape as Felizia was on her quickly. While reaching to grab yet another handful of hair from the limping Barbara, Felizia was instead met with a forearm to her chest, Barbara’s elbow pad driving down into the Brazilian’s large bosom.

While not powerful enough to do much damage, the blow nonetheless stopped Felizia in her tracks, and allowed Barbara to follow up with another forearm to the chest, backing Felizia up a step this time. She then delivered a third, and as Felizia took another step back from the blow, Barbara quickly charged backward, propelled herself off of the ropes and leaped forward to deliver a dropkick to Felizia’s hip, doubling the older woman over as her body dipped to the side. Barbara got up as quickly as she could and approached Felizia, who got herself upright. Attempting to attack once again, it was Barbara who was then met with a forearm to her chest, causing her to wince as she backpedalled a step.

Finally showing some signs of life, Barbara fought through the pain and circled away, Felizia stalking her as they made their way halfway around the ring, Barbara’s diminished fan base now coming to life, though Felizia’s fans audibly outnumbered them. As the Brazilian rushed her however, Barbara dove forward, legs first, and ensnared Felizia’s legs with her won, twisting them together and causing the Brazilian to tumble over. Barbara then quickly adjusted her legs to entangle Felizia’s even more painfully, locking one over the other as she then leaned back and applied pressure. The crowd yelled, some cheering, but most booing as the two intertwined bodies struggled, Felizia clearly in pain as she growled angrily while slapping at the mat. Keeping the pressure on, Barbara hopped upward before falling, to tighten the grip on her opponent’s leghold, causing Felizia to yell out loud.

Finally gaining the upper hand, Barbara was determined to keep it as she kept Felizia trapped while working on her legs. The hold not only inflicted pain, but also kept Felizia at bay, which is exactly what Barbara wanted. Not yet recovered from the punishment she had taken, she had artfully reversed the momentum, and kept the pressure on while deciding her next move. Felizia however fought through the hold and lunged forward, grabbing Barbara by the hair and pulling her closer. The maneuver brought them close together, forcing Barbara’s legs to uncoil from her own. Continuing to yank on Barbara’s curls, Felizia then struggle to her knees, Barbara now again being manhandled as the two began their ascent. But as they rose, Barbara pounded a right hook into Felizia’s kidney, slowing her down. She then repeated the blow, compelling the Brazilian to release her hair. With both now on their feet, Barbara lunged at her opponent, quickly grabbing the hair on both sides of her head before pulling it downward. She dropped down as well, curling her knees out in front of her and driving Felizia’s face down into them as she crouched down.

The ferocious collision caused Felizia to rebound off of Barbara, her body shooting straight backward before crashing to the canvas, the Brazilian clearly in pain as her body thrashed on the canvas while she covered her face. Barbara meanwhile had ended up in a seated position, and remained there for a moment, breathing heavily as she watched Felizia thrash about near the corner. Watching from the back of the ring, Flora smiled, surprised at Barbara’s resilience as she continued to stare up into the ring. A sense of satisfaction came over as she watched Peaches scream up at the ref, obviously distraught at the match had turned around.

Barbara meanwhile slowly pushed herself up and backed up against the far ropes, watching as Felizia tried to get up as well. Barbara waited, and as Felizia got to one knee, she took off, charging at her to deliver an athletic dropkick to her shoulder, jarring the Brazilian backward until she rolled out onto the ring apron. Peaches rushed over and grabbed her aunt, rolling her out of the ring so that Barbara could not get to her. She wrapped her arm around her aunt’s shoulder and walked her away from the ring, trying to allow her time to recover.

In the back of the ring, Flora watched intently, shaking her head in disgust at Peaches intervention. But she opted to stay out of it, at least for now, as long as Peaches did not get more involved. Barbara meanwhile moved over to ringside and shouted down for Felizia to get back in the ring, and for Peaches to stay out of the fight. She then turned to the ref, pleading with him to intercede, and a few moments later, he did just that. Lifting his arm, he began to count, Peaches scowling at him, but then helping her aunt to ringside. Barbara stood waiting, but Peaches reached in at her, trying to force her to back away. The housewife did just that, but as Peaches began to assist her aunt onto the ring apron, Barbara charged again, this time grabbing Felizia by the hair and whirling her over the top rope so that she flipped into the air and landed on her back, back in the ring.

Climbing up onto the ring apron, Peaches shouted at the ref ordering him to penalize Barbara, the ref arguing back with her as Barbara grabbed Felizia by the arm and pulled her to her feet. She then backed away, leaving her opponent in the center before charging at her and landing a dropkick onto her chest. Lifting off of her feet, Felizia sailed backward and rolled over, the kick knocking her to ringside once more.

Peaches screamed encouragement to her downed aunt, rushing over to help her to her feet in the corner. But as the Brazilian stood upright, Barbara was already charging at her, and delivered another high flying dropkick to her chest, pounding her into the corner as Barbara fell at her feet. Peaches quickly reached in and grabbed Barbara by the ankle, dragging it out of the ring just below Felizia. Though staggered, Felizia nonetheless stomped down into Barbara's midsection, drawing an anguished groan from the housewife. Barbara was able to shake her leg free however, and crawled backwards out of the way, sitting up and grabbing her stomach as Peaches tended to her aunt who was still draped against the corner.

Watching intently, Flora still did not intervene since Barbara had broken free and escaped. But as Felizia straightened up, Barbara got to her feet, taking a breath before rushing over and grabbing Felizia by the arm. Peaches reached in again to try and grab her ankle, but Barbara kicked through the ropes, stomping on Peaches shoulder to force her backward. She then pulled Felizia over to the side ropes before tossing her across the ring, the larger Brazilian charging forward before rebounding off of the opposite ropes and returning toward Barbara, who delivered yet another dropkick to Felizia's chest, sending her barreling backward and crashing to the canvas.

With her fans yelling support, Barbara again got up, but Felizia's fans came alive as well, cheering for her to turn the match around. Rushing over to the fallen Brazilian, Barbara seized her ankle and used it to drag her to the center of the ring, where she pulled up on and coiled Felizia's leg around her own before beginning to push down on it, locking a step over toe hold securely in place. Felizia angrily slapped the canvas, wailing angrily in pain as Barbara leaned forward to increase the pressure. But as a result of Barbara’s zeal to add more pressure to the hold, Felizia was able to lurch upward and snatch a handful of her hair, pulling forcefully down on it to bend Barbara toward her. She then gave another hard yank on it while; with her free hand; lifted a powerful punch into the side of Barbara's face.

The blow sent Barbara reeling backward as she grabbed her face while backpedalling. She stumbled back and teetered against the side ropes as Felizia, visibly limping, marched toward her. But although hobbling noticeably, the Brazilian’s hot, Latin temper was now apparent from the infuriated expression on her face. As she approached, the cute housewife pushed forward and raised her arms to defend herself, but the enraged Felizia quickly overpowered her and whirled a forearm into the side of her head, knocking Barbara back against the ropes. She then grabbed her long hair once more and angrily jerked her to the corner before hurling her back against it. The Brazilian then began to send a furious stampede of stomps into the housewife's taut tummy, grunting ferociously with each one. Though able to endure the first few blows by tightening her impressive abdominal muscles, Barbara’s belly was quickly weakened by the barrage and each subsequent, dominant stomp drew an anguished yelp as she gradually sunk deeper and deeper into the corner.

GRRRRR......THUD......oohhhhh!
GRRRRR......THUD......oohhhhh!
GRRRRR......THUD......oohhhhh!
GRRRRR......THUD......oohhhhh!
GRRRRR......THUD......oohhhhh!

The violent harmony continued on for the duration of the attack until finally, when it was over, close to two dozen stomps had pounded Barbara’s midsection, each one further sliding her down toward the canvas until she ended up in a seated position with her legs spread apart in front of her, her head pitched back and resting against the middle turnbuckle and her arms stretched upward as her fingers clenched hold of the top ropes while her battered belly throbbed terribly.

Barbara was in trouble as she sat there in a stupor, her fans distraught by her condition. But having watched their favored wrestler successfully regain the upper hand, Felizia's fans showed their appreciation by jumping to their feet during the furious attack and continuing to cheer for her as she paused, standing ominously over her fallen prey. With her niece also shouting approval from ringside, Felizia’s angry scowl gradually faded into a satisfied smile, and as she glanced down at her depleted victim, her mood quickly changed. Thrusting her arms overhead, she began to sexily swivel her hips from side to side, inching closer until her lower torso grazed against Barbara’s face. The demeaning dance drew a roar from her fans as her pivoting hips swayed melodiously, her light brown skin glistening under the lights. She then placed her hands down onto Barbara’s, locking them onto the ropes as her crotch continued to which against Barbara’s face.

The fans loved it, although Flora shook her head as she watched from the back of the arena. But eventually Felizia ended her dance and reached down to grab two handfuls of Barbara’s hair, coiling her fists around it as before and ripping her back onto her feet to resume the attack. She then shoved Barbara's head backward before stepping up onto the ropes and standing perilously over the wincing housewife before once again resuming her dance. The fans anticipated what was coming and cheered loudly as the Brazilian hottie then began to lower her oily cleavage down onto Barbara's cute face, smothering it just as she had done at the end of their tournament match.

Barbara's arms flailed out to her sides as she was suffocated beneath the heaving bosom of her opponent and gradually began to lose her vigor as her arm flailing gradually diminished. Finally, Felizia lifted her chest off of Barbara's face, leaving the housewife to frantically gasp for air as she remained perched perilously over her while thrusting her arms overhead in celebration. As Barbara continued to wheeze and replenish her oxygen supply, Felizia finally jumped down from the ropes, the fans showering her with adulation as she sauntered around the ring, prancing playfully.

The quandary Barbara had contemplated before the match was being addressed right before for her eyes at that very moment. While she was left dazed in the corner, the fans were clearly recognizing not only Felizia’s wrestling prowess, but also her distinct, sexy style as they gave her a huge and boisterous ovation. The Brazilian had taken over the match with a combination of raw power, but combined that with a provocative flamboyance which was evidence of her hotness. And even though Barbara had shown flashes of prowess herself, her fans had not exhibited nearly the same level of boisterousness during that period.

But the question of “hot or not” had little relevance now as Felizia resumed her attack by quickly grabbing Barbara by the hair once more and dragging her to the side ropes. Still panting, the weakened cutie was then bent forward, her throat pushed against the top rope before Felizia pressed down on the back of her neck to choke her against it. With her long, curly hair dropping over the ropes and falling toward the ring apron, Barbara was then further victimized as Peaches rushed below her and reached up, grabbing two handfuls of her hair and viciously pulling down on it, further choking the desperate housewife.

The illegal double teaming finally persuaded Flora to take action, as she rushed down the aisle to ringside, stormed up behind Peaches and slammed the point of her elbow down between her shoulder blades. With a high pitched yelp, Peaches released her grip on Barbara's hair and dropped to one knee, hurt by the blow. Flora then kicked her foot into Peaches midsection, knocking the youngster onto her back as Felizia watched from above. Eager to protect her niece, Felizia yanked on the top rope to launch Barbara backward, sending her tumbling until she rolled onto her back in the center of the ring, her arms spread overhead as she remained flat, her chest heaving up and down a she panted for air.

The Brazilian then climbed through the ropes and dove down toward Flora, but the bikini clad brunette was waiting, and greeted her with a shoulder block upon landing, knocking Felizia back against the side of the ring. She then charged at her, driving her shoulder into Felizia’s gut while wrapping her arms around her waist. Flora then hoisted Felizia up onto her shoulder before flipping her over it, sending the Brazilian crashing hard to the concrete floor.

With Felizia sprawled apart on the floor, Peaches stood up and rushed her, but Flora was able to turn and Flip the charging youngster to the floor as well. The crowd reacted angrily, chastising Flora for her actions, despite the fact that she had done the honorable thing. But the partisan crowd had clearly sided with Felizia and Peaches, and they were letting Flora know that very clearly.

Back up in the ring, Barbara remained flat on her back as the action spilled outside of the ring, though she was aware of what was happening. Outside of the ring, Felizia struggled to get to her feet, but Flora was on her quickly, grabbing her in a side headlock and pulling her to her feet, albeit in a hunched over position. She dragged her to the adjacent side, keeping the Brazilian’s head locked against her hip, and stepped to ringside, where she yelled up at Barbara.

”Come on Barbara, get up!”

Rolling onto her side, Barbara was still breathing deeply, but adhered to the instructions as she began to slowly get back to her feet. Flora then pulled Felizia back around, many of the fans seated in the first row shaking their fists and verbally taunting her. Unfazed however, Flora heaved the hunched Brazilian over to where her niece was, and as Peaches got up, Flora rushed over and rammed the top of Felizia’s head into that of her niece, knocking the young woman back down after a loud THUD as a result of the skull-on-skull collision.

Still securely clutching Felizia in the headlock, Flora then lifted an uppercut into her bowed face before shoving her against the ring apron, Felizia facing out toward the crowd as Flora forced her against ringside. She then grabbed her inner thigh and hoisted her up onto the ring apron, Barbara now waiting there as Flora rolled her onto it. Taking over, Barbara grabbed Felizia’s wrists and dragged her beneath the ropes, pulling her into the center of the ring. But as Flora stood and watched, Peaches had snuck up behind her, and grabbed the brunette by the hair, surprising her as she then dragged her toward the corner, veered her head back and slammed it hard against the ringpost.

With a loud CLANK Flora’s head bounced off of the steel pole as her legs buckled before she collapsed to one knee, staggered. Peaches then grabbed her hair and ripped her onto her feet, dragging her over to a large, square column near the seats. She pushed her forcefully back against it, seizing Flora’s wrists to stretch her arms over her head while pressing them back against the column. Left vulnerable, Flora was then met with a ferocious knee to her soft gut, doubling her over as she spewed out an anguished groan.

”AAWWWWW!”

The howl drew Barbara’s attention as she noticed that Peaches had turned the tables on Flora, but she was too busy trying to keep Felizia under control to offer any assistance. She set and then jumped upward, landing the back of her thigh down onto Felizia’s chest in a powerful leg drop, which sent the Brazilian’s body quivering. Barbara then kept her thigh pressed down across Felizia’s shoulder while reaching for and grabbing her leg to roll it in toward her body and keeping her pinned.

With the ref storming over to check the situation, Flora was meanwhile still being pinned to the pole as Peaches kept her wrists pinned overhead. She then moved inward, burying Flora’s face in her abundant bosom. Flora tried to wriggle free, but was unable to escape, her screams of protest muffled by Peaches two mounds of flesh.

” MMPPPHHH …… MMPPHHH!” mumbled Flora from beneath her attackers breasts, the brunette unable to hear the thunderous applause of the fans seated nearby who cheered her demise.

She was also unable to hear the bell ring as Barbara had successfully managed to corral Felizia and keep her pinned as the ref counted the Brazilian out before calling for the bell to signal the end of the match. Getting up, Barbara tried to quickly get out of the ring, but the damage had already been done as Peaches finally released Flora’s wrists and removed her chest from the brunette’s face, allowing her body to droop to the floor. As Peaches climbed back in the ring to administer to her aunt, Barbara was climbing out of it to tend to Flora. As both women assisted their cohorts, the announcer gave the official result.

”Despite the outside interference by both parties, the winner of the match ..... by pinfall is ..... BARBARA!”

But rather than celebrate her victory, Barbara instead helped Flora to her feet, wrapping her arm around her shoulder as they made their way back to the locker room together. Still hurting herself, Barbara glanced across at the woman who had made her victory possible, and saw that she too was hurting. Feeling like she owed Flora more than just her gratitude for the way she had stormed down ringside like a dynamo and taken control of the siutation, Barbara felt a great deal of admiration for her, despite their contentious history.

”Thanks for helping me Flora, I really appreciate it. You were awesome ... and I'm really sorry for what happened.” Barbara whispered to her as the fans booed them upon their departure.

”No problem .....” Flora responded, ”.....but this isn't over yet. I'm going to get even with the two of them once and for all. Are you with me?!?” she asked, staring Barbara straight in the eye.

The two stared at each other for a few moments, and though Barbara was in pain, her former nemesis' tenacity and resolve was stirring her own emotions, creating a strong sense of affinity for Flora and the way she had come to her aid. So with little hesitation, she gazed back at Flora while nodding her head.

"I'm with you Flora!" Barbara responded with a shy smile, the brunette smiling back with a nod of her head. The two had formed a most unexpected alliance as they then limped back to the locker room together, arm in arm while the fans continued to serenade them with jeers.

Up in the ring, Peaches helped her aunt to her feet, the two hugging before turning and watching Flora and Barbara push through the doors and into the locker area.

”They are not gonna get away with this!” Peaches whispered to her aunt.

"Not .... they're not! That puny little housewife has gotten away from me for the last time. And that scrawny little brunette, she is gonna regret the day she got in our way!" Felizia replied threateningly as they slowly made their way out of the ring, the fans cheering loudly for them despite the loss.

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