Flora vs. Madeleine (aka Ms. Liberty)
“No Holds Barred Grudge Match”

As she drove home with her husband after her dominant victory over Barbara in their Amateur Night Wrestling Match, Flora couldn’t help but smile. Her convincing win had not only brought her one step closer to her goal of becoming a professional wrestler, but the ruthless manner in which she had dominated her victim had ignited her husband’s desires in the process. Watching his petite wife ravage another woman was an arousing experience for him and Flora knew it, which was why she was so looking forward to her next match.

Barbara’s mentor, a woman named Madeleine, was a retired pro wrestler, and from the first time Flora met her, she disliked her. Madeleine had arranged for Flora and Barbara to meet in a training session prior to their match, and instantly Madeleine had gotten under Flora’s skin. She acted superior, as if she was the only woman on earth who knew how to wrestle, and tried to give Flora some unwanted advice. Madeleine had become so irritating during the session that Flora finally could take no more and attacked her, leaving the veteran wounded as she left the session.

Even after Flora defeated Barbara in the Amateur Night Match, Madeleine still confronted her in the locker room afterward, and another altercation ensued. This time however it was broken up by the owner of the wrestling federation who suggested that the two women settle their differences in a No Holds Barred Match on the federations next show. Flora anxiously accepted the offer, and now looked forward to the match for a number of reasons.

First of fall, although she considered Madeleine to be old and out of shape, as a former pro she still possessed the credentials to give Flora instant credibility as a wrestler once she beat her. She had already trounced Madeleine during the training session and was eager to do it again, this time in front of a crowd which would include her husband. Secondly, Flora despised Madeleine and was keen to destroy her in the ring, putting an end to her superior attitude. But finally, facing such easy prey, Flora would have the opportunity to put on a sadistic show for her husband by completely humiliating the retired pro, a show that she knew her husband would enjoy watching.

But while Flora was ready and anxious for the match, Madeleine still had one obstacle to overcome in her own preparations. At the age of 53, she had been a pro wrestler for over 25 years before retiring from the ring several years earlier. Her retirement had not been by her own choice however, but rather at the “suggestion” of her husband who had grown increasingly more concerned for his wife’s safety and health as he watched her struggle in the ring as she grew older. Though she succumbed to his wishes, Madeleine missed wrestling greatly and secretly longed to get back into the ring. She had even arranged a couple of private matches for herself lately, one against a sessions wrestler named Domina and the second as part of a Tough Woman Contest at a suburban bar, her nephew accompanying her to each without her husband’s knowledge.

But while her husband knew nothing of those two matches, he was aware that, about a month ago, the owner of an independent wrestling federation had asked her to train a rookie wrestler named Barbara. Madeleine had told him about the offer and he approved, knowing that his wife would be acting as a trainer rather than a wrestler. But what Madeleine had not told her husband about was how Flora had attacked Madeleine from behind during a training session and subsequently battered her. She also had not told him about the federation owner’s offer for her to face Flora in a “No Holds Barred Match”, an offer which Madeleine had accepted.

Having debated whether or not to tell her husband about the upcoming match, finally, after much deliberation, she decided to tell him and hope for his blessing. So one night after dinner, she sat down and filled him in on most of the details. She informed him about what Flora had done to her during the training session, about how dirty Flora had fought against Barbara and how she had confronted the ornery brunette afterward. Taking a deep breath, she then told him that she had agreed to a match against Flora and that she was hoping he would understand. It was apparent that he was not happy with his wife’s decision, and let her know it.

“You know Madeleine, I thought we went through this already! Don’t you remember how you weren’t even able to get out of bed for two days after your last pro match? Don’t you remember that?!?!?”

Madeleine stared back at him, but then grabbed his hand and placed it on her head.

“Do you feel that? That’s the bump from where she slammed my head into a pole! Am I supposed to just forget that?”

Her emotions had taken over as her husband ran his fingers as the small egg on the top of her head. But she took a deep breath and tried to calm down, choosing to reason with him in a more calm manner.

“I understand your concerns, and I appreciate them. But this is about pride. This woman attacked me and if I don’t do anything about it … well…..”

She paused for a moment, her emotions again spilling over, so she took another breath before continuing.

“I know that I can beat this woman. She’s not the 25 year old body builder you’re worried about. She’s in her late 30’s, inexperienced and barely weighs 100 pounds. I know I can take her.”

He stared back at her, seeing the passion in her eyes and hearing the sincerity in her voice. Finally he nodded his head, agreeing to let her fight, but on the condition that it be a “one time only” event. Madeleine assured him that it would be, though secretly she hoped that by winning the match, he would soften his stance. So with her husband now aware of the match, Madeleine began her preparations in earnest, training religiously and losing a few pounds. By the time the day of the match arrived, she had shed about 10 pounds and though still 10 – 15 pounds above her previous “wrestling weight”, felt ready to go.

But while Madeleine worked her to prepare her body for war, Flora’s preparations consisted more of working out in bed with her husband. At 35 years old, standing 5’5” and weighing a svelte 105 pounds, Flora was a petite woman who never had to worry about her weight or physical conditioning. Though over 50 pounds lighter than her opponent, Flora was not intimidated and in fact, knowing that Madeleine was 18 years her senior, considered the veteran to be old, flabby and weak, a combination she planned to exploit. She was willing to do anything to win and in a No Holds Barred Match, she would literally be allowed to do ANYTHING!

On the night of the match, Flora arrived just a short while before match time and slipped into her familiar, skimpy, black bikini. The sparse outfit covered little more than her most private parts, making Flora’s recent bikini wax an essential part of her preparation. With little of her slender body covered, including her crimson colored toenails since she wrestled barefoot, her slender figure was put on display for all to see! But she certainly looked appealing despite spending no time at all on her physical appearance.

Conversely, Madeleine had arrived over an hour earlier, stretching in her locker room before starting to slip into her outfit. As a pro wrestler she had taken the identity of Ms. Liberty and as such, wore a number of patriotic-themed costumes over the years, all of which still hung in her closet. Before leaving home, her husband surveyed the assortment which ranged from bikinis to bodysuits; each colored red white and blue; and suggested that she wear her bodysuit, thinking it the most appropriate ring attire for a woman her age. She agreed to his suggestion and after completing her stretches, slipped out of her clothes and began to squeeze into the suit.

It had been more than 10 years since she wore it last, the royal-blue spandex material now clinging ever so tightly to her skin as she pulled it up her legs. With her body a bit more voluptuous than the last time she had worn the outfit, Madeleine struggled as she pulled it up past her thighs, wriggling her hips back and forth while tugging on the garment to get it over them. Finally she grabbed hold of the top of the costume, a loop of spandex which she then slipped over her head, stuffing her abundant bosom beneath the straps which ran up the front of her body. The costume’s plunging neckline revealed a fair amount of cleavage, the straps covering only the middle third of each breast while the other two-thirds peered out from either side of each strip of spandex. It took some effort to position her breasts for maximum coverage, but despite her efforts, her bountiful bust still stood out, providing a more generous view than she had expected.

It had taken some effort to squeeze into the outfit which fit like a second skin, but she was mostly satisfied with the result. The royal blue material was a nice contrast to her pale, white skin and the row of red and white stars that ran down either side of the costume kept her in character. In addition to the plunging neckline, the back of the outfit also dipped low enough to reveal an liberal amount of bare skin as she twirled before the mirror for a final inspection.

“Still fits!”, she thought, trying to convince herself that her full figure was the right size for the garment.

She then slipped into a pair of lace-up, red and white wrestling boots, tying a bow in each one before taking a seat at a dressing table. She took her time, spread a hint of blue eye shadow and a touch of red lipstick on her face before again rising to see the finished product. It had taken her awhile to get ready, but this was the first time she had wrestled before a large crowd in years, so she wanted to look her best. Standing before the mirror, she looked herself over, finally satisfied with her appearance.

“Not bad for a 53 year old!”, she whispered to herself.

Attire and cosmetic preparations were not the only difference between the two women however. As Madeleine whirled before the mirror, Flora had begun to work herself into a frenzy, summoning her inner rage, which was a vital part of her strategy. She began to dwell on all of the traits that annoyed her about Madeleine and before long, had aroused her hatred for the older woman. Flora’s performance in the ring was predicated off of emotion; wrestling being about attitude and insolence; so the more anger she could muster toward her opponent, the better she felt she would perform. But wrestling was also about feeling sexy, so she began to convince herself that her flabby old opponent had not right to be in the same ring with her. By the time she was done with the exercise, Flora was ready to rip Madeleine apart! So as she was called to enter the ring, Flora’s surly expression and sinister snare proved that she was ready to rumble.

Walking down the aisle, Flora sneered at the crowd before reaching ringside. She stopped once she reached her husband, who was seated just below her corner, and gave him a kiss before whispering in his ear.

“I’m gonna destroy this fat, old bitch and I’m gonna do it just for you!”

Her husband smiled back at her, roused by her vicious, aggressive attitude as she climbed up into the ring and made her way to her corner.

As Madeleine waited to be summoned, her very different philosophy became obvious. Instead of getting angry, she very methodically contemplated her strategy, trying to anticipate what Flora would do once the match had begun. Madeleine’s philosophy about wrestling was that it was a study in technical skill and strategy, not about emotion and sexuality. Once in the ring, she checked her emotions and any thoughts of her appearance at the door. So as she was called for the match, Madeleine’s game plan was the only thing running through her mind.

The ring announcer introduced Madeleine as Ms. Liberty as she then made her way down the aisle, slapping hands with the fans and accepting their cheery greeting. The cheers brought a smile to her lips as the crowd obviously embraced her, relieving some of her concerns. As she reached ringside, Madeleine noticed her nephew whom she had invited to the match, sitting in the first row on the other side of the ring from her where her husband sat. She winked at him as she passed by, her husband unaware that she had invited him to come and watch. She kept moving toward her corner, whisking her fingers through her husband’s hair as she walked by and then climbing up into the ring.

With the two women now ready for battle, Madeleine’s husband waited for the ref, who was standing outside the ring, to climb up into it and start the match. But as the bell rang, he shouted over to him, asking why he wasn’t in the ring.

“This is a No Holds Barred Match. I’m just here to count out the pin. Otherwise, anything goes!”

Madeleine’s husband was stunned, lowering his head before shaking it back and forth in disgust. Madeleine had not told him about the terms of the match, and as his wife moved forward, he was angry with her for agreeing to those terms. Though she had a significant size advantage over her opponent, Madeleine was also 53 years old, he thought to himself. It was bad enough that she was still wrestling at her age, but to agree to an extreme match against a woman 18 years her junior was surely a bad decision. He began to think back to some of the horrific beatings she had taken toward the end of her career, and hoped that this would not be another disaster.

As Madeleine moved toward the center of the ring, she glanced across at Flora, who remained in her corner. The veteran anticipated Flora’s first move, having seen her wrestle twice before. On both occasions, Flora had charged forward out of her corner, lowering her head and ramming her opponent backward. So when Flora did just that, Madeleine was prepared. As Flora’s shoulder rammed into her soft tummy, Madeleine absorbed the blow with a soft OOFFF, forced to take a step back but wrapping her arms around Flora’s bowed midsection in the process.

The petite brunette did not have enough power and drive in her legs to force the bulky Madeleine back much further and instead found herself being pulled into the air, her body upended as Madeleine then began to fall backward. As Flora’s legs whirled over head, her body circled through the air before crashing on its’ back as Madeleine completed the powerful Suplex. As her splattered foe remained on the mat arching her back in pain, Madeleine quickly got to her feet, moved next to her and then dropped downward, pulling her leg out in front of her as she fell. The back of her thigh smashed against Flora’s chest upon landing, the potent leg drop jarring the sexy wrestler.

Madeleine again got to her feet and reached down, snatching hold of Flora’s wrist before ripping her up by the arm. She then shoved one arm between Flora’s legs while wrapping the other around her neck before easily scooping the lightweight woman up like a …. Well … like a lightweight. Madeleine twirled her through the air, took a step forward and then body slammed her to the mat. A loud BAM echoed through the arena from the spine-tingling slam as the large crowd cheered the action, Madeleine standing over the flattened brunette who rolled over below her. But before Madeleine could continue the assault, Flora hastily rolled away, crawling beneath the ropes and jumping out of the ring. Grabbing her aching back, she hobbled around the outside of the ring, glaring back up at Madeleine who waited by the ropes for her return. The crowd continued to cheer as Flora gradually straightened up while Madeleine yelled down at her.

“Get back in here and fight!”

Flora sneered up at her before glancing over at her husband who was on the edge of his seat. He raised his fist and shook it at Flora, signaling for his wife to go get her. Flora nodded before tramping around to the other side, trying to find a safe place to re-enter the ring. Finally sliding her body beneath the ropes, she grabbed the middle one and used it to pull her onto her feet. But Madeleine rushed over and shoved Flora from behind, forcing the front of her body against the ropes as she pushed down on the back of her head to cause Flora’s body to flip spectacularly over the top one. Flora’s body somersaulted through the air before her back crashed down onto the side of the ring and she collapsed onto the concrete floor below.

With Flora’s husband yelling encouragement to his embattled wife, Madeleine’s husband sat stoically, still annoyed that his wife had not been completely honest about the match. But Madeleine did not notice as she stared down at Flora’s body, waiting for her to get up. It took Flora a minute to get to her feet, and when she did, her back was aching. But slowly she began to climb back up into the ring, Madeleine right there to “help”. As the bikini-clad grappler stood on the ring apron, Madeleine again grabbed the back of her head and pushed it down over the top rope, this time flipping her body INSIDE of the ring.

Crashing to the mat, Flora’s eyes rolled in her head as Madeleine seized her wrist and yanked her onto her feet. As Flora’s thin frame rose, Madeleine then dipped her shoulders into Flora’s body before hoisting it up across them. She jostled her now vertical foe across her shoulders before carrying the diminutive brunette to the center of the ring. Stopping there, she then set her feet before beginning to spin in place, giving Flora a ride as she completed two full revolutions before dropping her unceremoniously to the canvas.

Landing on her right shoulder, Flora groaned as the pain shot down her side. Though Flora was much younger than her veteran rival, Madeleine’s substantial size advantage was proving to be insurmountable as Flora rolled onto her back, her right leg bent at the knee as Madeleine moved in. The veteran then stomped the sole of her boot into Flora’s yielding, bare tummy, the scantily-clad grappler’s body folding in half as her legs and head shot upward before dropping back to the mat. Madeleine wasted little time however, grabbing hold of Flora’s ankle and using it to pull her right leg up before stomping her boot into the back of Flora’s thigh.

The fleshy region of Flora’s leg jiggled from the kick as Madeleine then dragged her to the center of the ring before adjusting her grip on Flora’s leg and again spinning in place. Flora’s shoulders lifted off of the mat as her upended body began to revolve around the spinning Madeleine twice before she was tossed aside, her body rolling toward the corner. Flora finally rolled to a halt as Madeleine paused to regain her bearings after the rigorous spin. But despite being tossed around like a ragdoll, Flora had the sense to again roll beneath the ropes and jump out of the ring in order to regroup. The crowd started to boo, frustrated that Flora was running away as Madeleine stormed over to the side ropes and challenged her to resume the fight.

“Are you here to fight, or to run?”

Standing directly in front of her husband, Flora could hear him yelling encouragement to her, though the frustration in his voice was also obvious.

“Come on Flora! GO GET HER!”

Flora was dizzy, hurt and frustrated, but as she stood outside of the ring, another emotion began to kick in. Her rage was beginning to cultivate and, with Madeleine standing directly above her, she angrily lunged at her feet, hoping to grab hold of them. Madeleine backed away quickly though Flora was able to grab the laces of her left boot, yanking on it. The bow untied as Madeleine looked down at the untied shoelace. Safely out of harm’s way. She debated bending down to tie it, but knew that Flora was quick and nimble, so rather than give her an opening, instead left the boot untied. “Are we going to wrestle tonight, or are you just going to run away!” Madeleine chided her.

“Shut the fuck up!”, Flora screamed back, her anger boiling over.

She then scampered around to the other side of the ring before diving back up, her slender body sliding beneath the bottom rope as she tried to move quickly enough to avoid Madeleine’s attack. But the veteran scooted over toward her and as Flora got to her feet, Madeleine slammed her forearm down onto Flora’s back, knocking her back down onto one knee. Before Flora knew what hit her, Madeleine rushed up behind her, pressing down on the back of her head before stepping across it and squeezing her thighs tightly around it. As Madeleine clamped her spandex covered thighs tightly around Flora’s head, she then shifted her weight so that she fell onto her side, pulling Flora down with her by her head.

With Madeleine perched on her side, she planted her hands on the canvas to increase her leverage while squashing Flora’s head between her legs. Trapped in the scissors hold, Flora began to kick her legs violently in protest, her entire head buried between Madeleine’s juicy thighs. Grimacing as she strained to keep her legs clamped tightly together, Madeleine squeezed as hard as she could, Flora suffering as a result of her efforts. The struggle continued for over a minute, the fans cheering Madeleine’s prowess until finally, in desperation, Flora opened her mouth and then sunk her teeth into the blue, stretchy fabric that covered the soft skin on Madeleine’s right thigh.

Madeleine began to scream in pain, the crowd puzzled and growing quiet since they could not see Flora’s face which was buried in the sea of blue spandex. But her teeth were now burrowed deeply into the soft skin on Madeleine’s inner thigh and after a few more seconds of agonized screams, she was forced to finally spread her legs apart, freeing Flora from between them. Though no longer a victim of the head scissors, Flora did not relent, gnawing her teeth into the pliant skin, her incisors finally piercing the blue material as the veteran finally began to retaliate by frantically punching at the back of Flora’s head.

Staggered by the violent punches, Flora unclenched her teeth and rolled away, covering the back of her head with her hands as Madeleine sat upright and spread her legs, rubbing the attacked area. She saw two small puncture holes in her tights and a slight hint of blood from each of them, Flora’s husband smiling as he watched, realizing what his wife had just done and how she was now ready to take over. But Madeleine slowly got to her feet and with the brunette still shaken by the blows to her head, hobbled over to her. Reaching down, she grabbed a handful of Flora’s straight, black hair and yanked her onto her feet. She then pulled Flora over to the corner before shoving her into it, the two women now face to face as Madeleine’s usually controlled anger began to show.

“You little …..”

Before she could complete the sentence however, Flora abruptly propelled her knee upward, driving it directly into the junction between Madeleine’s legs with a loud THUD! The wicked attack to Madeleine’s most sensitive body part left the veteran wheezing in pain as she doubled over, clamping her legs together while hobbling backward. The crowd was stunned by the brutality, but since it was a “No Holds Barred Match”, several of them cheered Flora’s actions. The brunette took a moment to recover as she watched her victim stagger near the center of the ring before pushing herself out of the corner to confront her. Reaching forward, she grabbed a handful of Madeleine’s short, black hair and ripped her head upright. Just as Madeleine was erect however, Flora sent a straight jab directly into Madeleine’s throat crushing her windpipe in the process.

Madeleine again stumbled backward, her hands raising to her throat, her face turning pale white as she tried in desperation to take a breath. Panic stretched across her face as she fell into the corner, realizing that she could not breathe, her gullet constricted from the vicious punch. Flora snickered at her foe’s suffering but then moved in to further her attack. With both of Madeleine’s hands still clutching her ravaged windpipe, Flora swooped in front of her, placing one hand over Madeleine’s face with a claw-like grip while cocking her other arm behind her. She then sent a powerful uppercut into Madeleine’s vulnerable tummy to force the wheezing veteran to fold in half.

“OOOFFFFF!!!”

A huge burst of air spew forth from Madeleine’s mouth as she folded over, finally able to breathe, but at a steep cost. As Flora stood in front of her hunched over victim, she wrapped her arm around Madeleine’s bowed head, the victim’s husband watching in frustration while shaking his head.

“Here we go again.”, he whispered to himself as he watched his wife being manhandled by the petite brunette.

His fears were coming to fruition as Flora grabbed Madeleine’s chin and yanked on it, wrenching her neck awkwardly to the side as a sharp pain shot up her back as a result. He had seen it all before, his wife starting out strong but then being subjected to a brutal attack. After convincing her to retire from the ring, he had hoped to never see it again, but his hopes were dwindling. He didn’t really care if his wife won or lost that match, what was important was that she not get seriously injured. But the way things were beginning to go in the ring, that was now a distinct possibility.

With her body stooped over, her arm flailed at her side in evidence of the terrible pain in her neck. But to make matters worse, Flora then slammed her forearm down between Madeleine’s shoulder blades, knocking her onto her knees while releasing the grip of her chin.

Madeleine knelt in the center of the ring, trying to regain her faculties and fight through the pain. Flora meanwhile had backed up to the side ropes, ominously bouncing off of them as she stared back at her kneeling foe, waiting for the right time to resume her attack. Slowly Madeleine raised her head while still on her knees, and just as she did, Flora propelled her body off of the ropes, running toward her. As she approached her target, Flora leaped forward, spreading her legs apart as she became airborne. Madeleine’s pretty, brown eyes grew wide as she tried to raise her arms in defense, but before she could, Flora’s crotch slammed into her face, the momentum knocking her backward as Flora’s legs wrapped around the sides of her head as she fell. Madeleine fell onto her back with Flora landing on top of her and seated on her breast plate. She then reached forward and grabbed a handful of Madeleine’s hair, yanking her head upward as she slid her body forward, her butt scooting up Madeleine’s chest and toward her throat.

With Madeleine flat on her back, Flora shimmied further up her chest until her crotch was pushed tightly against the bottom of Madeleine’s chin. She then pressed her meaty thighs against the sides of her fallen adversary’s pretty face while squeezing them together, compressing it between them. The crowd erupted at the sexy maneuver, and though Madeleine dreaded the posture she was in, many of Flora’s male fans wished they were in the same position.

As Madeleine kicked her legs, her body thrashing like a freshly caught fish from beneath her smaller adversary, the crowd slowly began to turn on her. Though Madeleine had started out with the bulk of the crowd’s support, some of those supporters were gradually changing their allegiances, admiring Flora’s sensual wrestling style. But Madeleine could not hear the crowd noise, in fact she couldn’t hear anything at all as Flora’s luscious thighs covered her ears, deafening her to the crowd noise.

Squirming below Flora in an attempt to get free, Madeleine’s large chest shook with each movement she made, the bikini-clad warrior then snatching a handful of her hair as she began to yank on it violently. Madeleine’s head bobbed up and down while still squashed between Flora’s thighs, the harsh hairpulling causing her scalp to sting badly. The momentum of the crowd continued to build for Flora as Madeleine struggled to get free, finally reaching up and grabbing two handfuls of hair from the back of Flora’s head before pulling downward, forcing her attacker’s body to arch backward.

The double hairpulls continued for several more seconds until finally Flora’s head was pulled back far enough so that she was forced to roll off of Madeleine and break her grip. Though successful in forcing Flora off of her, Madeleine was still groggy and as she slowly sat up, Flora was on her once again. She stormed hastily over to Madeleine, but her carelessness allowed the embattled veteran to wrap her arms around Flora’s legs, trapping them together. Still seated, Madeleine pushed her weight forward while clutching Flora’s legs, forcing her to lose her balance and fall backward. Flora fell flat on her back, Madeleine grabbing holding onto her right ankle as she tried to get to her feet.

With her face bright red and her hair disheveled, Madeleine had begun to work up a sweat. Her clingy bodysuit hugged her now wet body even more tightly as a result, and her breathing was deeper and more pronounced. But she had Flora on her back as she got to her feet, ready to regain control. Holding onto Flora’s right leg, she took a few deep breaths while keeping her opponent at bay. She then pulled up on the trapped gam before stepping across it, twisting the upended limb around her own while pushing down on it. The Step Over Toe Hold was the perfect way to make Flora suffer a bit while keeping her on the mat, thereby allowing Madeleine a much needed break. She was breathing quite heavily and still in great pain, so the chance to regroup was very much needed.

Flora meanwhile slapped her hands wildly as her upended limb was twisted painfully around her opponent’s powerful leg. Unable to break the hold, and with Madeleine showing no sign of releasing it, Flora began to scream angrily while Madeleine continued to apply more pressure. Finally, after having caught her breath, Madeleine was ready to continue and unwrapped her leg from Flora’s while rolling the brunette onto her stomach. She was prepared to lock Flora in a Boston Crab, but feeling how loose her boot was getting, glanced down and noticed that the shoelace was still untied from when Flora had pulled it earlier.

So Madeleine walked over beside Flora and stomped her boot down into Flora’s back, mashing it between the brunette’s shoulder blades. Madeleine then reached down and tied her boot while pressing her foot down onto Flora’s back. Securing the knot she then stepped across Flora so that her feet straddled either side of her flattened foe and, after a short pause, dropped her body downward, driving all of her 165 pounds onto her lightweight adversary.

“AAWWWW”

Flora’s head lifted off of the mat as her mouth curled into an “O”, her back throbbing from the crushing it had just taken. Madeleine then began to grind her butt down onto Flora, enjoying herself somewhat before finally, she began to get to her feet. As Madeleine stood up however, Flora tried to crawl away, attempting to scoot out of the ring, but Madeleine raced toward her, grabbing Flora’s ankle as she tried to escape and dragging her back into the ring. As Flora was towed across the ring on her stomach, she slapped the mat angrily, Madeleine paying little attention to her protests.

As they reached the center of the ring, Madeleine dropped Flora’s leg, but then quickly sent another stomp down into her back, causing Flora’s body to tremble as she blubbered out loud. Reaching down, Madeleine then ripped her up by the hair and as she rose, draped Flora’s body across her shoulders. Madeleine stood erect, not having a difficult time lifting the much lighter woman before carrying her over to the side of the ring, pausing as she reached the ropes.

“You want to get out of the ring? Okay, here you go!”, Madeleine growled at Flora, taking the opportunity to taunt her opponent.

She then bowed her head and dumped Flora’s body off of her shoulders and onto the ring apron. Flora landed hard, but then continued rolling until she fell to the floor outside of the ring as Madeleine stood above her, glaring down. As Flora slowly began to get to her feet, Madeleine stepped through the ropes and out onto the side of the ring, still hovering above Flora, who had gotten onto one knee. Madeleine set herself just above where Flora knelt before jumping down while sticking her elbow out as she descended. Just as her feet hit the ground, the point of her elbow smacked against Flora’s back, knocking her to the concrete floor. Flora rolled onto her side, curling her body into a ball as the crowd reacted with more boos than cheers, Flora’s sexy, underhanded tactics now winning a majority of them over despite her downtrodden condition.

Madeleine was surprised by the reaction, but taking a quick glimpse out into the crowd, noticed her nephew who was on his feet cheering from the front row. Madeleine smiled back at him, but then reached downward, grabbing Flora by the wrist and pulling her onto her feet. Flora rose slowly, showing the pain she felt as Madeleine grabbed her by the arm and pulled her so that her back was pressed against the side of the ring. Rarely venturing outside of the ring during her career, Madeleine was now closer to the fans than usual, and their cheers, as well as jeers, were clearly audible to her. Seated directly behind where she stood was one of Flora’s most vocal fans, and it was hard to ignore his derogatory remarks.

“Come on Flora, kick the crap out of that old bag!”

Madeleine tried to ignore the nasty criticism, instead stepping out of character as she wrapped her hand around Flora’s throat and choked her while forcing her back against the side of the ring. As a result of the choke however, the vociferous fan grew even more animated.

“Hey chubby, quit choking!”

But Madeleine continued to choke Flora who grew weaker with each passing second, a fact not lost on the belligerent supporter who continued his verbal assault.

“Is that that the only way you can beat her, by choking?”

Madeleine finally had enough of the insults and broke the choke, grabbing hold of Flora’s wrist as she pulled her away from ringside. She then turned so that they both faced the vocal fan before Madeleine set herself and then tossed Flora forward, sending her barreling toward the fan’s seat. Several people in the front row scattered as Flora tumbled over some of the folding chairs before onto one of them. Glaring back at the fan, who had jumped up and stepped aside as Flora fell into the chair he was sitting in, Madeleine confronted him.

“Old bag? Who’s the old bag now!”, Madeleine yelled back at him as the two began to exchange barbs.

Flora meanwhile pushed herself up as she tried to regain her senses, Madeleine yelling at the fan once more before turning her back on him and climbing back up into the ring. She was smart enough to know that the outside of the ring was not the best place for her to be, especially against an opponent like Flora, who would do anything to win. She also knew that she was hurting and needed to buy herself some time to recover. She had taken a pretty good pounding so far, and though she had given some back as well, she needed to try and save her strength in order to try and finish Flora off. So as Flora planned her best means of re-entry to the ring, Madeleine used the time to regroup and catch her breath.

As opposed to Madeleine’s strategy, Flora only knew one way of fighting, and that was to attack! She too was hurting, but taking a rest was the last thing on her mind. She wanted to get back into the ring, punish Madeleine some more and then end the fight once and for all. So with that in mind, she rashly slid up onto the ring apron and crawled beneath the bottom rope.

As expected, Madeleine was waiting for her and as Flora got to one knee, Madeleine grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her up. She then backed Flora against the side ropes before shooting across the ring by the arm. Flora raced forward, her body dipping into the ropes on the opposite side before ricocheting back. Madeleine was waiting, and as Flora charged forward, Madeleine hit her with a hard cross body block, thumping Flora straight to the mat.

Flora landed hard on her back with Madeleine’s outstretched body landing directly on top of her. Madeleine then pressed all of her weight down on Flora, pinning her shoulders to the canvas in the process. Flora kicked her legs in protest, but then realizing that she was pinned as the ref began to scoot up into the ring to begin his count; planted her feet and vigorously thrust her hips upward, forcing Madeleine to roll off of her.

Madeleine rolled over, landing on her stomach as she paused for a moment before slapping the canvas in frustration. She had hoped that the move would have allowed her to pin Flora and thereby end the match, but Flora wasn’t giving up! So as she lay there, sweating and breathing heavily, she knew that she needed to put the ornery brunette away as she felt herself running out of gas. Her 53-year-old body was feeling the effects of the grueling match, and it wouldn’t be long before it could take no more.

Her husband, sitting at ringside, was thinking exactly the same ting. He knew that with each passing minute, his wife was at greater risk of taking even more punishment. She had held up well so far, but she was also 18 years older than her 30 something opponent, a fact he knew was becoming an issue as he watched his wife starting to fade.

Back up in the ring, Madeleine got to one knee, moving slowly and laboriously. She then got to her feet as Flora rolled over and got onto one knee herself. Madeleine trudged over to the brunette and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her the rest of the way up. But as Flora was pulled erect, she slammed her forearm across Madeleine’s chest, knocking her back a step in the process. Madeleine stumbled for a second, but as Flora moved in, she delivered a lethargic forearm in return to Flora’s chest. Flora faltered backward, but then wound her arm back and smashed her fist into Madeleine’s face, striking her on the right cheek.

“UUHHHH!”, Madeleine whined as her head snapped to the side.

The exhausted veteran then virtually fell forward, wrapping her arms around Flora to tie her up. The two warriors bumbled backward as Madeleine used her weight advantage to force Flora back until she was pressed against the ropes. But the petite brunette turned her body so that they were now both leaning against the ropes as they continued to struggle, Flora grabbing Madeleine in a similar bearhug. After a few more seconds of struggling, Madeleine began to force Flora’s body to bend over the top rope. But with Flora’s arms still locked around Madeleine, both of them toppled over the top rope and fell outside of the ring.

They landed next to each other on the concrete floor below, each toiling to get up though Flora was the first to successfully do so. With Madeleine still on all fours, Flora moved alongside of her and with an angry growl, punted her foot straight up, slamming it into Madeleine’s gut. The weary veteran tumbled onto her side before Flora reached down and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her up onto her knees. She then released her grip on Madeleine’s short hair, traipsing up behind her and wrapping her forearm beneath Madeleine’s chin as she locked her in a chokehold. Using the hold, Flora then hauled Madeleine the rest of the way up before using the choke hold to jostle her around.

The beleaguered veteran’s face began to turn red as Flora manhandled the larger woman before shoving her forward, Madeleine slogging toward the first row of seats until she fell down onto her nephew who was seated directly in her path. The two of them fell to the ground, Madeleine’s momentum knocking him out of his chair as those seated around him scattered. Madeleine’s body landed on top of him as they both fell to the floor as Flora looked on. There were a few chuckles from the people around them as the fatigued wrestler and her 20 something nephew floundered together on the floor.

But he gently rolled out from under her and stood between she and Flora, protecting his aunt as he helped her get to her feet. Flora tried to get around him, but he effectively screened his aunt from further harm, allowing her to stand erect before finally stepping aside. As Flora was finally able to rush in however, he subtly stuck his foot out, causing her to trip and tumble down to the floor herself.

Madeleine stood and watched, smiling slightly at her nephew before stomping her foot down into Flora’s back. She then turned and walked back to ringside before grabbing hold of the bottom rope and pulling herself up onto the ring apron. As she lifted one leg at a time up into the ring, Flora got to her feet and grabbed one of the folding chairs which had fallen to the floor. With Madeleine’s back turned as she slid her body onto the ring apron, Flora rushed up behind her, lifted the chair overhead with both hands and then slammed it down across Madeleine’s back.

The loud WHAP as the chair struck Madeleine’s back was quickly followed by an agonized “UUNNHHH!” as Madeleine immediately collapsed against the mat, her body flattened beneath the bottom rope as she groaned in pain. Flora stood below her outside of the ring, breathing heavily and still holding the chair in her hands, but now with a wicked smirk stretched across her face. An even larger contingent of fans began to cheer for the ruthless brunette, most of the crowd now turned against Madeleine who remained lying beneath the ropes. Flora then lifted the chair pushed it forward, violently poking the legs of it into Madeleine’s side in order to roll her beneath the ropes and back into the ring.

Madeleine flopped onto her back, her arms dropping limply overhead as her left leg bent at the knee before straightening out and falling back to the canvas. Her large chest heaved up and down as she breathed deeply, the perspiration saturating her bodysuit. Flora tossed the chair up into the ring, planning to use is again as it landed alongside Madeleine’s prone body. She then climbed back up onto the ring apron and, standing outside of the ropes, reached in and grabbed Madeleine’s ankles before pulling up on her legs. The dazed veteran put up no resistance as her body was pulled against the ropes, her legs heaved aloft as her newly upended body dangled off of the cables. Flora then draped her battered opponent’s bulky, indolent legs over the top rope, forcing the back of her knees to bend over it. With the crowd now cheering profusely, Flora paused to face the crowd as Madeleine’s upended body hung inside of the ring. She then smiled down at the fan who had distracted Madeleine earlier before flexing her thin arms in an arrogant display of her superiority.

“Nice work Flora! She looks like a hanging slab of meat!”

Flora snickered at the comment before climbing between the ropes and back into the ring.

The biased assessment wasn’t far from the truth as Madeleine’s legs hooked over the top rope, the rest of her body hanging limply below them. The back of her head rested against the mat, her neck bent from the angle created by her inverted torso as her arms lay indolently overhead, the back of her hands flat against the canvas. Her corpulent chest drooped down toward her face, which was growing red as the blood rushed down her overturned body and toward her head.

Slowly making her way over to where Madeleine hung, Flora stood before her inverted adversary, enjoying the moment as the crowd cheered, waiting for the ornery brunette’s next move. Standing so that her bare feet straddled Madeleine’s head, she stared down at her captured victim, the ensnared veteran looking back up at her with a vacant expression on her pretty face. Flora then grabbed hold of the top rope before glancing down at her most vocal fan, addressing his prior remark.

“I think this hanging, slab of meat needs some tenderizing, don’t you?!?!?” she yelled out at him.

He thrust his arm in the air while nodding back wickedly, an accompanying loud cheer erupting from the rest of the crowd. Flora snickered once again, but then abruptly began to stomp her bare foot forward into Madeleine’s body with a furious attack.

FWUMP…“AAWW”…FWUMP…”AAWW”…..FWUMP…“BWAAWW”… FWUMP… “AAWW”…FWUMP….”OOHH”

Blow after blow pounded on Madeleine’s midsection, each brutal kick sending her body shuddering and a cry of anguish from her lips. Flora’s pale, white foot continuously sank into the sea of blue spandex which covered Madeleine’s yielding stomach, her tortured moans growing louder as the seconds passed.

Finally, after a series of ruthless stomps, Flora relented, taking a step back as Madeleine’s body continued to tremble, a softer moan now oozing from her mouth. But the pause was only temporary as Flora rushed forward and began to flail away once more, this time stomping her foot down onto Madeleine’s sagging breasts, her foot slamming into the fleshy mounds.

“UUHH” … “UUHHH” … “UUHHH”

The crowd roared their approval at the sadistic attack as Madeleine’s head bounced up and down off of the mat with each kick before Flora finally paused once again to catch her breath. The break proved short-lived however as Flora moved in once more, this time sending a single straight, violently sadistic stomp from the heel of her foot into the shiny, blue apex between Madeleine’s legs.

“OOOOOOOOHH!”

Madeleine’s sickening whine began to trail off as her body quivered from the depraved mauling as Flora finally walked away and paraded around the ring, leaving her to dangle limply, her battered body pulsating in pain. The brutal brunette strolled to the three sides of the ring, her scantily-clad body shimmering under the bright lights as she posed for the fans, enjoying her supremacy.

After working the partisan crowd into a frenzy, she finally sauntered back over to where Madeleine’s body hung and grabbed her by the legs, pulling them over the ropes and sending Madeleine’s limp body whirling back into the ring. The victimized veteran landed on her stomach, her legs spreading apart, her arms spread on either side of her body as she lay there, virtually motionless. Flora stood ominously over her, staring down at the large, red bruise which stretched across the bare skin on Madeleine’s back, the result of where she had hit her with the folding chair.

Planting her foot down into Madeleine’s spandex covered butt, Flora raised her arms and flexed her muscles for the crowd, her willowy limbs showing little visible sign of musculature. But she had nonetheless overcome her deficiencies in size, strength and experience and was now ready to begin to put her hated rival away, once and for all.

Reaching down, she snatched a handful of hair from the top of Madeleine’s head and ripped up on it. Madeleine’s limp body did not cooperate much, the veteran barely able to control it, so Flora ripped at her hair even more violently, Madeleine slowly rising as a result. The petite brunette then tossed her into the corner, Madeleine’s back slamming against the turnbuckles as her head snapped backward from the impact before dropping down in front of her.

With her withered foe plunked in the corner, Flora again paused to work the crowd, inciting them to cheer even more. They took her cue and began to shout their approval as Flora finally turned her attention back to Madeleine, strutting sexily toward her. Finally standing in front of her wilted prey, Flora jumped up, placing her feet on the bottom rope on either side of Madeleine’s limp body as she again waved her arms to instigate more cheering. The crowd responded with even an even louder ovation as Flora smirked, enjoying her time in the spotlight.

“ARE YOUR READY FOR ME TO FINISH MS. LIBERTY OFF?”

The crowd exploded, encouraging Flora to end the match as she finally jumped down and stood before Madeleine, leaning in close as she whispered into her ear.

“Do you hear those cheers? They’re all for me!”, Flora whispered tauntingly to her wilted prey.

She was right! Most of the crowd, including those who initially had sided with Madeleine were now cheering for her demise, and Flora loved it, taking the opportunity to whisper her final threat to the pummeled patriot.

“So now it’s time for me to put an end to the career of Ms. Liberty … once and for all!”

With that, Flora lifted her right foot and shoved it up into Madeleine’s chest, wedging it between her sagging breasts. Staring deviously into the veteran’s face, Flora took her time, enjoying the opportunity to torment her rival before putting her away.

As Madeleine’s head hung down, she showed little inclination to resist any impending attack. Glancing down at Flora’s barefoot however, she remembered a part of her strategy that she had not used in the fight. So as Flora turned her attention away to again rouse the fans, Madeleine lifted her foot and then, with all of her remaining strength, smashed the heel of her boot down into Flora’ bare, left foot, mashing all of her 175 pounds down onto it.

Flora screamed in agony, her foot feeling as if it had been broken. She immediately lifted her crushed foot and wrapped her hands around it, trying desperately to massage away the pain. Madeleine knew that she had little time to waste, so she lifted her leg again, smashing her boot down into Flora’s other foot, again putting all of her weight behind it. The crowd was stunned as Flora instantly dropped to her knees, both of her bare feet pulverized by the heel of Madeleine’s boot.

With Flora knelt directly in front of her and wallowing in pain, Madeleine was barely able to push herself out of the corner to take advantage. But finally she wearily stood erect, reached down and grabbed a handful of hair from the top of Flora’s scalp as the crowd protested angrily. Madeleine paused for a moment, but then jerked Flora’s head inward while driving her knee forward and ramming it square into Flora’s face.

WHACK!

The dull thud of Madeleine’s knee striking Flora’s face sent an eerie silence through the previously energetic crowd as Flora’s body shot backward before crashing to the mat. Her arms fell over her head as she landed, her eyes closed and her head tilted to the side in a comatose state. With the arena silent, Madeleine then laboriously backed herself into the corner before stepping up onto the middle rope, one foot at a time. Moving painstakingly slow, Madeleine grabbed onto the top rope for balance before taking a deep breath and then diving forward, her bruised body splashing directly on top of Flora, pinning her to the mat.

Most of the flattened brunette’s diminutive body was covered by an ocean of blue spandex as Madeleine grabbed hold of Flora’s wrists and pinned them to the mat while arduously wrapping her legs around Flora’s to trap her in a grapevine pin. Dazed and hurt, her slender, 105 pound frame pinned down by Madeleine’s 175 pound body, Flora was unable to wriggle free as the ref jumped up into the ring, dove down next to where Flora’s shoulders were pressed to the canvas, and slapped out a three count.

A tingle shot down Madeleine’s spine as she realized that she had just won the match, despite the beating she had taken. She had lost some of the battles along the way, but in the end, won the war. So although some of her body was completely numb from the pounding, she felt elated at her accomplishment.

The crowd was less celebratory however, booing and jeering loudly, upset that Flora had lost. But the beleaguered veteran, though surprised and somewhat hurt by their reaction, refused to let it take away from her achievement as she slowly rolled off of Flora and painstakingly got to her feet.

The ref grabbed her arm and raised it overhead, a faint smile crossing Madeleine’s lips as she was proclaimed the winner, though unable to stand completely erect, her body aching too badly. Flora meanwhile remained flat on her back, still disorientated from the blow to her head. So as Madeleine’s arm was lowered, she glared down at her dazed opponent as she placed her hands on her knees and breathed deeply. But despite her desire to gloat, Madeleine instead walked away, trudging over to ringside and gradually climbing out of the ring. Each movement proved painful as she finally got to ringside and stumbled over to her husband. He stood up, looking exasperated with his wife despite her victory, but she threw her arms around him as the two embraced. His reaction was not what she had hoped for, and the warning he then whispered into her ear was not what she had expected.

“That’s the last time you’ll ever step into the ring again!”

Though she heard his words, she did not react, instead backing away as her nephew raced over. He gave her an enthusiastic hug, and though Madeleine felt extremely appreciative of the gesture, his exuberance proved painful as she groaned softly from his squeeze.

“Oh, sorry about that Aunt Madeleine!” he whispered, feeling bad.

Madeleine looked back at him, pausing for a moment before throwing her arms around him again.

“Don’t apologize. It’s nice to see that someone appreciates me!” she whispered back to him, “Now help me back to the locker room, will you?” Madeleine whispered to him as the young man wrapped his arm over her shoulder and helped her back toward the locker room.

As Madeleine limped back up the aisle, placing her weight on her nephew’s shoulder for support, a smattering of fans jeered her along the way. Madeleine said nothing in return, but as her nephew glanced across into her face, he could tell that the insults had hurt her almost as much as her physical pain.

Madeleine turned away quickly and hobbled into the locker room, trying not to look hurt but unable to avoid limping. She didn’t want anyone to see the pain she was in as she walked away, but once she got safely into the locker room, she closed the door behind her and collapsed into a chair, not sure when she would be able to get back up again.

Flora meanwhile had finally struggled to get to her feet, her husband greeting her at ringside with a dejected look on his face. She could tell that he was pissed that she had lost to an older, out of shape woman. She bowed her head as she walked past him, making her way back to the locker room as her ears continued to ring.

THE END

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