Ms. Liberty vs. Elektra
Veteran's Division Championship Match!

As Ms. Liberty’s manager, I received a call from her wrestling federation to make arrangements for her next match. I scheduled an appointment to come down to their offices, even though I hadn’t seen nor spoken to her in a few months, not since before she had participated in the “2006 Bikini Wrestler of the Year Contest”. Though I had planned to attend the event and cheer her on, something came up at the last minute and I couldn’t make it. Afterward I felt incredibly guilty, almost as if I had abandoned her when she needed me most, so I tried to call her a couple of times afterward to see how she did. She never answered the phone however and I chose not to leave messages since, although separated from her husband, she was nonetheless still married. A couple of months passed since then and we did not speak, though that was about to change.

I had no idea how the Bikini Wrestler Contest had turned out, so when I arrived for my scheduled appointment with the matchmaker, I had no idea what to expect. I arrived on time and was called in to see him. Without saying a word, he handed me a DVD box with the title “2006 Bikini Wrestler of the Year Contest” written across it.

“Here you go kid, we just got these today. They won’t be released to the public until the night of our next show yet but we’re giving ‘em to all the wrestlers, so you give this one to Ms. Liberty, okay?” he began.

The federation had never taped any of their shows for sale before, so I was surprised to see it. I began to survey the action photos which were spread across the cover and right there in the center was Ms. Liberty, wearing a skimpy red, white and blue bikini while being held upside down by Elektra who was about to give her a vicious pile driver. Having not known the results of the event previously, it was nonetheless obvious that things didn’t look good for Ms. Liberty.

“So, you probably know that Ms. Liberty got the crap kicked out of her on that show, which ain’t too good since she’s supposed to be the Veteran’s Division Champ. And we just released the results of the 2006 popularity poll where she dropped in the rankings for the third year in a row. So she ain’t doing so great lately!”

The news was disturbing, but I sat and listened as he continued on.

“The next show is in 3 weeks and she’s gonna defend her title against Elektra. So you go and tell her to make sure she’s ready ‘cause Elektra is looking to not only take her title BUT ALSO to put Ms. Liberty out of wrestling for good!” he concluded adamantly.

I was surprised by his warning, but before I could respond, he stood up and escorted me to the door. I thanked him for the meeting and walked out of his office, holding onto the DVD box. Before I completely left however, he shouted a final reminder back at me.

“And don’t forget to give that to her ‘cause we’re gonna start selling ‘em on the night of her championship match!”

I nodded back and continued to walk out of the building, still staring down at the box. But as walked through the front door, I bumped right into Elektra, who was walking in. Startled since I wasn’t paying attention, I dropped the box. Much to my surprise, Ms. Liberty’s husband reached down and picked it up, holding it for a moment as the two of them looked at it. Elektra snickered as she examined the cover, an arrogant smile spreading across her face.

“Hey, that’s a nice shot of me, isn’t it?” she turned and asked Ms. Liberty’s husband.

He did not respond, instead handing the box back to me and saying hello.

“How are you doing?” he asked though obviously uneasy at running into me.

Elektra began to walk inside so he told her that he would join her in a minute as we stood face to face. There was an awkward silence and I could tell that he was just as uncomfortable as I was.

“Do you have a minute?” he asked.

I nodded and we walked halfway down the block to talk. Despite the awkwardness of the moment, I had known him since I was a kid, living across the street. Our families were very close, to the point where I even called his wife “Aunt Madeleine” as a kid. I didn’t know the current state of their marriage but seeing him with Elektra, now for the second time, I assumed it wasn’t very good. I waited for him to start the conversation, which he did.

“Listen, I wanted you to know that I sent divorce papers to Madeleine this week and she just signed them and sent them back to my lawyer today. We’ve been separated for awhile and ..... we both finally agreed that it was over, so .....”

I can’t say that I was surprised, but still, it was upsetting nonetheless. I had known them as a married couple all my life and it was sad that after so many years, they were now divorced.

“I know you’re probably thinking that I left Madeleine for Elektra, but that’s not true. I admit that I'm spending time with Elektra now, but that’s not the reason for the divorce. The truth is, I just don’t have feelings for Madeleine anymore. She didn't know I was there, but I watched that Bikini Wrestler Match from the back and instead of feeling heartbroken about what was happening to her in the ring ... it’s hard to say but ... I just felt embarrassed. I thought she looked pathetic, and that’s not the way a husband should feel about his wife.” he concluded.

He seemed more relived than upset about the end of his marriage, but nonetheless turned to me and looked me right in the eye.

“Listen, I know you’re managing her wrestling career now, so do all of us a favor. Elektra’s working out really hard for this match and she’s in the best shape of her life. She wants to put Madeleine out of wrestling for good, and right now she’s capable of doing it. So you go and convince Madeleine to walk away ... before she gets seriously hurt. Okay?”

I didn’t know what to say since I had been completely caught by surprise. He then stuck his hand out and we shook before he walked away. I stood there in shock, but began to think about all of the things that had happened to Madeleine since I last saw her.

She had apparently suffered a tremendous beating in the Bikini Wrestler Match. But outside of the ring, not only had she dropped again in the popularity poll, but her husband had divorced her. I felt terrible for her, and guilty about not keeping in touch, so I decided to drive over to her house and check in.

“Aunt Madeleine” was not a blood relative, but I had known her all of my life. She was a good friend of my mom and similar in age, and I was good friends with her sons. But despite all of those facts, I had nonetheless begun to develop an unusual and unexpected attraction to her over the past several months, and it was clear that she felt the same.

I parked the car near her house, deciding to leave the DVD there. I wanted to see if it was as bad as I was led to believe and sure that she would be in no hurry to see it for herself anyway. I was anxious to see what condition her psyche was in as I walked up to her house and rang the doorbell. A few moments later, she answered the door, still in her bathrobe despite the fact that it was now mid afternoon. Though genuinely happy to see me, she quickly realized what she looked like and was embarrassed. She nonetheless gave me a big hug and ushered me inside, apologizing for both the way she looked and the condition of her house, which was a mess.

Right away I could tell that something was wrong as we walked into her living room. Though not a “neat freak”, she usually kept things pretty tidy. But her house was a mess, which was unusual. It was also very unusual to see her still in her bathrobe so late in the day. But the most alarming thing as we walked inside and sat down, was when I gazed into her pretty brown eyes. They were one of my favorite things about her; expressive and the gateway to her soul; but it was clear that there was a distinct sadness in them.

Pulling her robe tightly around herself as we sat across from each other, she spoke in her usual slow drawl.

“So, to what do I owe this nice surprise?” she asked softly.

I told her that I hadn’t seen her in awhile and missed her. I also told her that I wanted to apologize for not being there at the Bikini Wrestler show. Her face cringed and her eyes grew even sadder, as if I had opened a sensitive wound.

“Well you didn’t miss much. It wasn’t my best performance.” she whispered glumly.

I was anxious to change the subject as she grew emotional, but she sighed while inching up in her seat to lean closer.

“I just want to let you know that I’m now officially divorced. I received the papers a few days ago and just signed them.” she announced, her voice cracking.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” I replied, trying to act surprised.

It was clear that she was depressed so once again, I was anxious to change the subject. Remembering that her birthday was coming up in the next week, it seemed like the perfect subject to try and cheer her up.

“So ..... someone has a birthday coming up!” I exclaimed, trying to be cheerful.

But the attempt did not work as she sighed once again, my attempt failing miserably. I was concerned about her, never seeing her in this condition before. She looked so vulnerable, sad and in desperate need of some attention. Though upset at seeing her in this condition, I myself began to feel a flood of emotions and couldn’t help but feel even more deeply attracted to her. Just then a thought popped into my head, and a smile stretched across my face.

“So listen, I have a surprise for you! Do you have any plans this weekend?” I asked.

She had her head bowed, but lifted it up, shaking it from side to side to indicate that she did not.

“Good. So I’ll pick you up at 9:00 tomorrow morning?” I asked excitedly.

A forced smile stretched across her lips as she hesitated, obviously about to turn me down.

“That’s sweet of you, but I’m not really in the mood to celebrate.” she began.

she replied dejectedly. “Come on! I’ve got everything planned already! You can’t say no!” I said, reaching forward to grab her by the hand as our eyes met.

She stared back at me, and as I gazed into her eyes, I felt even more attracted to her then ever. It was impossible for her to miss as I squeezed her hands tightly while inching closer. As she sat there staring back, I could tell that she was thinking about it, and gradually her expression began to change. Finally, a partial smile appeared on her face and she began to nod.

“Okay .... sure ... why not!” she said.

“Great!” I replied while getting up. “So I’ll pick you up at 9:00 AM” I exclaimed while getting up.

“But wait. Where are we going? What are we doing?” she asked, her level of excitement beginning to build.

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell you tomorrow. But you have no plans for the entire weekend, right?” I asked.

She nodded shyly.

“Good! And don’t make any!” I said, leaning in to give her a hug.

She then walked me to the door and watched as I drove away. I had decided not tell her about her upcoming match, hoping that I could try to restore her confidence prior to that revelation. I also chose to withhold her drop in the popularity rankings as well as the fact that I had run into her ex-husband and Elektra together, since she didn’t seem emotionally ready for any bad news. I then noticed the DVD sitting on the passenger seat, and was grateful that I hadn’t delivered it to her either. I was now determined to take her away for a relaxing and enjoyable weekend, even though I hadn’t planned it yet.

I spent the rest of the day planning the trip, deciding to take her away to a renowned hotel and spa out in the country. I reserved 2 rooms for us, and since she needed some pampering, booked the entire afternoon for her in the spa, telling them to give her “the works”. I hoped the trip would make her feel special, though that was all that I had in mind.

When I picked her up on Saturday morning, she seemed excited and immediately asked where we were going.

“I’m going to take you to a beautiful resort out in the country and have them pamper you all day and then take you to a wonderful dinner before making sure you get a good night’s sleep in a luxurious bed. So go pack a bag and get ready.” I declared.

She was now truly delighted, but nervous about what to pack on such short notice.

“What should I bring?!?!?” she yelled, not necessarily directing the question to me, though I offered up my suggestions.

“You’ll figure it out!” I replied.

She smiled, gave me a hug and then ran into her bedroom to pack. I sat on the sofa for about 45 minutes while she frantically tried to decide what to pack. Finally, she called me into the bedroom to seek my advice. As I walked into the room, clothes were flung everywhere and a suitcase sat on her bed, filled with clothes. She was holding up 2 dresses and asked my opinion. I chose one before she excused herself to pack her cosmetics in the bathroom. I then noticed one of her dresser drawers open and a skimpy red, white and blue bikini; the same one she was wearing on the cover of the DVD; sitting on top of the drawer. I walked over and picked it up, slyly stuffing the bikini into the bottom of her bag so she wouldn’t find it until she unpacked. Shortly after we were on our way and began the 3 hour ride to the resort. Along the way we began to talk and I tried to find out what had happened in the Bikini Wrestler match.

She didn’t reveal much, which was unusual since she had always shared, in great detail, the particulars of her past matches. It was painfully obvious however that the match had shattered her self confidence to the point where she questioned her viability as a wrestler. I was stunned since, despite witnessing a few of her rough matches, I had never heard her question her ability. She had always picked herself up, never losing confidence in her ability. But so many things had been going wrong in her life lately that her conviction had all but vanished. I knew that I had my work cut out for me to restore that conviction since, if I wasn’t successful in doing so, I would have no choice but to agree with her thoughts of giving up wrestling for good.

Pulling up to the resort, the place was even nicer than the pictures, and I could tell that she was impressed. We checked in, and a bellman escorted us up to our rooms. He opened one door and stepped aside.

“This is the room for the lady.” he said as Madeleine turned to look at me with a quizzical expression.

She had expected us to stay in the same room.

“Should I show you to your room sir?” he asked.

“No, that’s okay. You can just drop my bag there and I’ll pick up the key later at the front desk.” I replied. I then looked at my watch and realized it was time for her spa appointment. “I made an appointment for you at the spa for the entire afternoon, but it started 10 minutes ago so we’d better get going.” I said to her.

She seemed flustered but I tried to divert her attention by stcking out my arm to escort her away. Gradually a more sincere smile began to return to her pretty face as we walked down to the lobby together and I said goodbye as she headed to the spa. Since I had some time to kill I decided to go to the gym and work out before taking a steam. After a good long workout and relaxing steam, I returned to the front desk to retrieve my key. But instead of the key to my room, they handed me the key to Madeleine’s room.

“Your companion cancelled the other room and asked us to move your bag into her room.”

I looked back at the clerk and smiled, realizing what had just happened. With one simple act, Madeleine had just made a bold statement and completely changed the tone of the weekend. As I walked back up to the room to take a shower, I smiled once more, pondering the possibilities.

With a couple more hours remaining before she would be finished with her day at the spa, I decided to order some flowers for her birthday and a bottle of champagne, delivered to our room. After they arrived I took a nap and then got up, shaved and showered before changing into a suit and tie for the evening. Just then Madeleine opened the door to our room and walked in. She looked completely relaxed and in a much better frame of mind than she was in earlier the day.

"My, don't you look handsome!" she exclaimed.

"Thanks! I noticed that you made a slight change to our rooms." I responded with amusement.

"Um .... well .... I didn't see the point of having you spending so much money on 2 rooms." she replied sheepishly.

"Well that was nice of you." I said, walking over to the king sized, four poster bed before taking a seat on it. "But you know, this room only has one bed!"

She smiled before giving an animated look of surprise. "Really! I hadn't noticed!" she replied coyly.

I got up, opened the champagne and poured two glasses as she noticed the flowers and read the card I had left, walking over to thank me and giving me a kiss on the cheek. I handed her a glass of champagne and we each took a seat in the small sitting area in the corner before I made a toast to her birthday. We talked and finished a glass before she excused herself.

"I guess I had better get ready for dinner." she announced before grabbing her dress from the closet and then retreating to the bathroom.

She then closed the bathroom door behind her. After hearing the water from the shower running for several minutes and realizing that she was now beneath it, I went into her luggage, removed the bikini and placed it on a hanger. I then quietly snuck into the steamy bathroom, unnoticed, and removed her dress, replacing it with the bikini. I then sat back and had a couple more glasses of champagne before finally she emerged from the bathroom, dressed in the skimpy red, white and blue garment.

She looked great, and with several glasses of champagne in me by this time, she looked even better. She seemed a bit uneasy, but was giggling as she broke into a pose, wrapping her arms behind her head playfully. Her nicely proportioned, voluptuous body was on full display and despite some of it’s shortcomings, the sight of so much soft, white skin compelled me to stand up as I continued to stare at her. She smiled shyly as I approached and then, saying nothing, began to kiss her. It became passionate quite quickly before I gently pushed her down onto the bed and removed her bikini top. Her large chest spilled out of it as she looked up at me with a vulnerable yet wanton expression on her pretty face. I then ravaged her, manipulating her body into positions she had never experienced before. She was a very willing participant, allowing me to do as I pleased, and judging by her loud, amorous moans, she was thoroughly enjoying every minute of it. We spent the rest of the night making love, and I could tell that I had brought her to climax multiple times, perhaps for the first time in her life! I unleashed several long and anguished “OOOOOOOO’s” which seemed like they had been trapped inside of her forever and waiting to finally come out!

We both slept well, but the next morning I awoke to find the bed empty and the sound of the shower running. I then walked into the bathroom and joined her in the shower, washing her body from head to toe before taking her once again in the shower. When we were finally done, we eventually packed up and began the drive home.

My actions had all been instinctive without much thought, but as we sat quietly, I began to ponder the consequences of the weekend. I turned to her and smiled, noticing that the sadness which had been there just the day before was completely gone, replaced by an invigorated confidence. Sensing that the time was right, I decided to tell her about her upcoming match against Elektra. She listened without a word until I finished, and then sat expressionless for a few moments. Finally however, she smiled, seemingly gratified at having a chance for redemption.

“Well that's okay. I beat her to win the title the first time around and though she may have got the better of me the last time, I’ll be ready for her this time!” she replied confidently, leaning over to lift my hand and kiss it.

We arrived at her house and I parked as she sat there staring back at me. She looked very contented, as if all of her problems had faded, which filled me with a sense of accomplishment. We then exchanged a soft kiss and I watched her walk inside before driving off, relieved that she was now much more prepared for her match, at least psychologically. I then went home and decided to watch the DVD for the first time to see just how bad her last match was. As I sat on my sofa and watched as the event played on, my sense of accomplishment was replaced with a feeling of dread.

It started out badly for Ms. Liberty, and only got worse from there. After finishing a tie for last place in the bikini contest, she was forced to wrestle against Big, Bad Bertha in the preliminary round. Bertha was the women Ms. Liberty had defeated to earn the Veteran’s Division Championship, the title she still held. But despite losing the title, Bertha had roughed up Ms. Liberty, and did it again on the DVD. She twisted, contorted and manipulated Ms. Liberty’s almost bare body for several minutes before finally, and surprisingly, Ms. Liberty somehow managed to defeat her once again. But the damage she sustained would prove to be too much and as she advanced to the next round against Lace and Elektra, things went downhill fast.

Despite Lace’s attempts to protect Ms. Liberty from further damage, Elektra took over and tied Lace up in the ropes before turning her attention to the champ. She worked Ms. Liberty over before upending her, the photo of which appeared on the cover of the DVD. She then began to violently shake her, and to my utter amazement, Ms. Liberty’s chest shook force from her top and was on display for all to see. But if that wasn’t bad enough, she then delivered a monstrous pile driver, leaving Ms. Liberty out cold on the canvas.

Though I knew now that she had survived, the sight of it was sickening. The tremendous force with which her head was driven into the canvas sent a shiver down my spine as I watched the image of her limp body lying motionless on the canvas. Elektra then eliminated Lace before returning to the indolent Ms. Liberty. She resumed the attack, dragging her unconscious body to the ropes before wrenching her onto the ropes and propping her arms and throat on the tope one, used it to choke her. Even the crowd in attendance, who had cheered Elektra to this point, began to boo at the atrocious beating she was delivering. Mercilessly, Elektra then finally kicked Ms. Liberty out of the ring as she fell lifelessly to the floor below.

As Elektra celebrated, Ms. Liberty was helped to her feet by Lace, who had to virtually carry her back to the locker room. A few of the fans patted her on the back along the way, sympathizing with her plight as Elektra celebrated and advanced to the final round. But I had seen enough and turned the TV off, wondering what I had gotten Ms. Liberty into. Everyone had been right, it was a horrific beating and by all accounts, Ms. Liberty probably should have retired after that match. But I had just finished convincing her to wrestle once again, and now wondered if I had made a huge mistake.

I decided however to let the decision reside with Ms. Liberty, and with her renewed confidence, knew that she would remain firm in her decision to take Elektra on. I saw her again just a few nights before the match since she had invited me over to cook dinner for me. I accepted the invitation, knowing that I had to hand over the DVD to her and concerned about what that might do to her psyche. When I arrived, her confidence level was still high and was a new woman. Gone was the sadness in her eyes, as well as the mess in her house. She was back, and I hoped that her renewed confidence would carry over into the ring.

I enjoyed the dinner she made for me, though she ate only a small salad. When I questioned her, she told me that she had begun a strict diet in order to shed some pounds before the fight. I wondered if that was a good idea so close to such a big match since she was obviously going to need every ounce of strength to win. But I kept my mouth closed and dropped the subject. After dinner we finished off the wine I had brought and she inched closer to me on the sofa before once again, we were kissing. After a couple of minutes she stood up, grabbed my hand and escorted me to her bedroom, where she had lit a bunch of candles to set the mood. I went along readily, allowing her to initiate things this time, but surprisingly, she did not, instead waiting for me to assume control of the situation.

I had hoped that she would be more aggressive, but when she wasn’t, I wondered if that lack of assertiveness was a sign of things to come. My mind began to wander to her previous matches, and it dawned on me that she rarely was the aggressor in the ring, a character trait which was not ideal for a lady wrestler. But I nonetheless assumed control and once again bent her into a new position than she had experienced before and made love to her.

Once we finished and changed, we walked back into her living room. It was getting late and I knew that it was time to hand over the DVD, so I did just that. I told her that they would be selling them at her match, and she seemed aghast, clearly remembering not only how badly she was beaten, but also the fact that her chest had popped out of her top during the match.

“Did you watch it?” she asked hesitantly.

I nodded my head sheepishly.

“And did you see EVERYTHING?” she asked, obviously referring to her bare chest.

Once again I nodded uncomfortably, though she seemed to shake off the trauma of the situation quickly.

“It doesn’t matter. What’s done is done. But that’s all in the past now. It’s time for me to move forward, and that’s exactly what I plan to do this weekend!”

I was heartened by her confidence once again, and surprised at how she had handled the situation. She truly did seem to be over it and ready to move on. The rest of the night was uneventful before we parted ways, agreeing that I would pick her up and take her to the match. On that night, I picked her up and drove her to the arena, her faith in her ability to defend her title still completely intact. As we drove, she turned to me and addressed the issue of the bikini wrestler contest one final time.

“I know it looked bad, but I’m ready this time. It will be a very different result tonight!” she exclaimed assertively.

I hoped she was right, and as we arrived at the arena, I left her at the entrance to the locker room, exchanging a kiss before I walked away and took a seat at ringside. The crowd began to slowly filter in, and about an hour, it was time for things to get started. Looking around, I noticed Madeleine’s ex-husband standing in the back of the arena, trying to remain out of sight. We glanced at each other and he nodded hello but then gently shook his head from side to side, as if to indicate to me that it was going to be a bad night for his ex-wife. I turned around and faced back up toward the ring, and just then the lights began to dim over the crowd.

A spot light then illuminated, shining toward the back of the arena as loud, pulsating music began to play, gradually increasing in volume. The song was by the Pussycat Dolls and once the words, "Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me!" blared through the speakers, the doors to the back of the arena opened and two tuxedo clad men walked forward, clearing the way for Elektra as the announcer broadcast her entrance.

“Introducing the challenger, standing 5 foot 9 inches tall and weighing 140 pounds .... ELEKTRA!”

Wearing a full length, black mink coat wrapped tightly around her and dark sunglasses, Elektra strode toward the ring like a celebrity, ignoring the cheers of the crowd as her tuxedo-clad bodyguards pushed the fans back. They didn’t seem to mind however, cheering loudly as she reached ringside. One bodyguard then knelt down on all fours, allowing Elektra to step on his back in order to climb up onto the ring apron. The other bodyguard had hopped up there first and was spreading the ropes apart as Elektra ducked beneath them to enter the ring. It was an entrance befitting royalty, which is precisely what Elektra considered herself.

She strode around the ring once before removing her sunglasses and handing them to one of her men. She then opened her coat and allowed it to fall back off of her shoulders as the other bodyguard caught it, the crowd now roaring. Flashbulbs were popping everywhere as Elektra stood there in her shimmering golden bikini, posing for her adoring fans. I have to admit that she looked great, even better than the previous times I had seen her. Her body looked even more sculpted than usual too, evidence of the hard work she had put into in preparation for this match, the hard work Madeleine’s ex-husband had warned me of.

With an arrogant sneer on her face, her body glistening under the spotlights and the fans screaming their approval, Elektra basked in her own glory. But she then made her way to her corner as the music died down. The spotlight then turned toward the back of the ring as the doors opened and Ms. Liberty began to make her way forward with decidedly less fanfare.

“And her opponent tonight, standing 5 foot 6 inches tall and weighing 175 pounds ….. defending her Veteran’s Division Championionship for the first time ..... MS. LIBERTY!”

With no music nor bodyguards to accompany her, she trotted down to ringside, wearing a red, white and blue cape. The crowd gave her a tepid response; clearly less enthusiastic than the one Elektra had just received. She climbed the steps up onto the ring apron and then ducked beneath the ropes and into the ring, hopping spryly as she untied the cape from her neck and laid it across the turnbuckle in her corner. I was surprised to see that she was wearing the same red, white and blue bikini she had worn in the bikini wrestler contest, not expecting her to be so bold. With the Veteran’s Division Championship belt around her waist, she then unbuckled it and held it high overhead, displaying it for the crowd, some of whom booed, a few whom cheered and others whom barely reacted at all.

Looking on, Elektra scowled at the champ, shouting a warning that the belt would be hers at the end of the match. But Ms. Liberty ignored the remarks, following instructions as she handed it to the referee for safekeeping. It was obvious that she had shed a few pounds over the past few weeks, though Elektra was clearly the more well conditioned of the two. But Ms. Liberty had heart; I just hoped she had enough heart to survive the night!

With both women in their corners, I looked up at the champ, trying to gauge her level of readiness. I was heartened to see a look of steely determination in her pretty brown eyes as she stretched her arms on the ropes, staring across at her opponent. Elektra meanwhile scowled back at her, her lip curled into an angry sneer as she propelled herself back and forth on the ropes, like a tiger anxious to get her hands on dinner! That wait would not last long as the bell rang and the match was underway.

With the two women having faced each other several times over each of their long careers, there was no need for a “feeling out” session, evidenced by how they went right at each other. They quickly locked arms in the center of the ring, but Elektra then propped her right leg behind her for leverage and with a loud grunt, shoved forward with all of her strength, violently heaving Ms. Liberty backward and sending her crashing down onto her back. The show of strength was impressive as Ms. Liberty was noticeably overpowered by Elektra’s newly increased strength. But to the champ’s credit, she quickly rolled onto her side and hopped back onto her feet as Elektra stood and waited.

Rising to her feet, Ms. Liberty quickly faced Elektra and crouched into a fighting stance, slowly circling to her right as if to disregard the powerful opening move. In fact, as Elektra stood and watched, Ms. Liberty initiated the next attack, rushing forward as the again locked up near the center of the ring. But in a repeat of the opening tactic, Elektra once again convincingly hurled the champ to the mat, Ms. Liberty again crashing onto her back. The crowd was impressed, and expressed it by cheering the golden bikini clad veteran. Ms. Liberty meanwhile again rolled onto her stomach and got to her hands and knees, but the time Elektra rushed over to her, positioning herself in front of the champ’s head before locking the inside of her knees around either side of it. Trapped on her hands and knees, Ms. Liberty’s face was then driven into the canvas as Elektra dropped to her knees.

The crowd roared as Ms. Liberty’s body splayed apart, face down on the canvas. I saw the ring shake from the impact and looked up, trying to determine the amount of damage done. Laying face down, Ms. Liberty seemed a bit disoriented; but even worse, Elektra was now kneeling ominously above her head. As Ms. Liberty tried to lift it however, Elektra reached forward and grabbed hold of the champ’s ears, wrenching her head up even further. Jarring her victim’s neck with the unusual grip, Elektra then drove her head downward, smashing Ms. Liberty’s face into the canvas a second time.

Hearing the loud THUD, my body cringed from the violent impact as the cheers grew louder from the obviously pro-Elektra fans. But the challenger then repeated the move, planting the champ’s face hard into the mat a third time. Still not satisfied at the damage done, Elektra placed her knees down onto the back of Ms. Liberty’s upper arms to pin them to the canvas. She then dove forward, descending toward the back of the champs’ body before viciously driving the top of her head into the small of Ms. Liberty’s back.

The champ’s legs flailed wildly beneath her, though her upper body remained pinned to the mat by Elektra’s knees. Propelling herself upright, the challenger stared down into the champ’s back before once again falling forward, this time driving the point of her elbow down into the exact same spot. Once more Ms. Liberty’s legs thrashed about in pain, though her upper torso was trapped beneath Elektra’s legs. Watching, I could almost feel the numbness in Ms. Liberty’s back from the brutal attack, targeting her lower spine. Finally however, Elektra got up to her feet, leaving Ms. Liberty face down on the canvas below her.

She strolled playfully down the fallen champ’s body until she came to a stop at the opposite end, dropping onto her knees at the champ’s feet. She then grabbed hold of Ms. Liberty’s ankles and pushed her legs together before rolling the conjoined limbs upward and wedging them against her. With the curled legs propped up against her, Elektra then reached forward and grabbed hold of the champ’s short black hair, pulling on it to roll her upper body backward. Ms. Liberty’s head was hauled back so as to curl her already aching back further while twisting her body into a ball. Elektra then wrapped her arm around Ms. Liberty’s throat, locking her body into a painful version of the Dragon Sleeper hold.

The champ was now completely folded backward, her spine stretched to it’s limit as Elektra wedged her together in the excruciating hold. With Ms. Liberty’s face crammed into Elektra’s armpit to hold her in place, the champ could not move, and seemed unable to even shout out a submission if she chose to. But I knew Ms. Liberty well enough to know that she would not quit, at least not yet, despite how painful the hold looked. The challenger seemed content to keep her trapped however; increasing the pressure on Ms. Liberty’s back even more. Finally however she released Ms. Liberty’s upper body, allowing it to quickly unfurl and drop to the mat. She then released her legs as well, and once again the champ was lying face down as Elektra got to her feet and stood over her.

With only a few minutes passed since the match started, Elektra had completely overwhelmed her old rival. She had assumed control from the opening bell, and had not yet relinquished, seemingly determined to punish Ms. Liberty as much as possible. But although I knew that Ms. Liberty was in trouble, I had also seen this scenario play out before. She had always been able to fight back, and I expected that she would on this night too.

But Elektra was determined not to let that happen and walked over to Ms. Liberty’s head, snatching two handfuls of her short black hair and ripping her onto her feet. She dragged her toward the corner, insolently shoving her against back it, directly above where I was sitting. She then grabbed a handful of Ms. Liberty’s face, squeezing her cheeks together as she moved closer, threatening her with an angry whisper.

“You’re finished Madeleine!” she growled at her.

But ever defiant, and much to my delight, Ms. Liberty did not take the threat lightly, and fired back her response. “Not tonight Elektra!” she growled through her pursed lips, still clenched together by Elektra’s grip.

I saw Elektra’s face twist into an angry expression at the rebuttal as she then grabbed hold of Ms. Liberty’s fleshy upper arm with one hand while securing a grip on her wrist with the other. She then rushed ahead before flinging the champ forward by the arm. Ms. Liberty barreled across the ring at great speed, her large breasts bounding wildly up and down from beneath her bikini top as she ran. She turned as she approached the corner, the back of her body slamming against the turnbuckles as her neck snapped backward, her arms sailed over the top rope and her legs lifted into the air. When her feet dropped back to the canvas, her body was still trembling from the force of the collision as the ropes shook on all four sides of the ring. But even before the champ’s body finished shuddering, Elektra was already racing towards her, lowering her head as she approached. She dove forward with tremendous force, spearing her shoulder into Ms. Liberty’s midsection and jarring her deeply into the corner.

“OOOOOOFFFFHHH!” howled the champ as her head again snapped backward from the painful impact.

Elektra stood up as I watched, Ms. Liberty’s body wilting off of the ropes. But she went back to work quickly, grabbing Ms. Liberty’s wrists and pulling them forward, her arms now curled around the rope. Elektra then set herself sideways, hauled her leg back and drove a brutal knee into the right side of the champ’s ribcage.

“AAAWWWWW!!” screamed the champ, her entire body quaking from the blow.

But the challenger was just getting warmed up as she repeated the blow, this time striking her knee lower and more deeply into the soft flesh of the champ’s lower belly.

“OOOOFFFFFF!”

Releasing the champ’s wrists which allowed her arms to fall limply over the ropes, Elektra then set herself directly in front of Ms. Liberty, cocking her arm straight back before firing a vicious uppercut which sank into the champ’s gut, just above her bikini line.

“AAAAWWWWWW!” howled the brunette as her body began to sink down from the corner, her arms still draped over the top rope, though hanging even more limply now.

Still not satisfied, Elektra then shoved her left hand into the bottom of Ms. Liberty’s chin, driving forward to wrench the champ’s head backward in the process. She then again cocked her right arm and launched another brutal uppercut into the brunette’s already pounded gut, eliciting yet another anguished wail as Ms. Liberty’s head fell forward as Elektra dropped both arms to her sides. She then again turned, this time returning to the attack with her knee, pummeling the champ with two more big, bruising blows.

I looked up and could see the anger on Elektra’s face, almost as if she was possessed. Ms. Liberty was fading fast, her legs bent and unable to hold up her weight as she hung from ropes by the arms. Finally Elektra backed up a few steps before diving forward to deliver another spear with her shoulder.

The torrential body attack had taken its’ toll, and as Elektra again backed away, Ms. Liberty slid down the turnbuckles, ending up in a seated position in the corner, her legs spread apart out in front of her as her arms fell listlessly at her sides. Elektra then turned, facing away from the corner as she then lowered her butt down, sitting on Ms. Liberty’s face. The champ’s neck bent backward over the middle turnbuckle as Elektra’s ass pressed against her face, suffocating her in the process. The move was called Stinkface, and though Ms. Liberty flailed her arms in protest, her head completely covered by Elektra’s derriere, the fans loved every minute of it, cheering wildly as they leaped to their feet.

I watched in horror as Ms. Liberty thrashed her arms about, unable to do anything but protest the humiliating attack. The men in the crowd were especially enjoying the spectacle, and I overheard more than one of them offer to be the next victim of this particular attack. But I knew that Ms. Liberty was in serious trouble, and shouted up for the ref to intervene. He did shortly thereafter, warning Elektra to get off of her. But not surprisingly, the challenger refused and so the ref began his count. As he reached four, Elektra finally lifted her hind quarters off of the champ’s face, Ms. Liberty gasping for air as she remained seated in the corner.

Elektra and the ref shouted out each other for a moment, but then Elektra once again dropped backward, taking a seat on Ms. Liberty’s unsuspecting face a second time. In a much less animated fashion, the champ again thrashed her arms, though it was becoming obvious that she was running out of gas. The combination of blows to her head and the vicious body attack she had endured were bad enough, but now she was being subjected to an embarrassing asphyxiation which was sapping her remaining strength, and remaining pride.

After the ref against count to four, Elektra finally removed her butt from Ms. Liberty’s face, the champ panting wildly as she tried to catch her breath. Elektra then paraded around the ring, thrusting her arms over her head as Ms. Liberty cowered in the corner, trying desperately to recuperate. The fans showered Elektra with cheers, and she reveled in them for a few moments, but then her expression quickly changed as she strode back over to the corner.

I watched as Elektra reached down and grabbed hold of Ms. Liberty’s ankles, securing her grip as she pulled on her legs, jarring the champ from the corner. She tugged so hard that Ms. Liberty’s upper body became airborne before slamming against the canvas, the back of her head striking it with great force. As she was dragged to the center of the ring, the champ grabbed hold of her aching head, cradling it in her arms while still breathing heavily. Once Elektra reached the center of the ring, she dumped the champ’s legs to the canvas and paused while glaring threateningly down at her.

Flat on her back, Ms. Liberty was in trouble and I knew it. But although I had seen her fight back before from even more dire situations, there was something different this time and I grew very concerned. She had not mounted even a moment of offense in the match so far, Elektra having her way with the veteran from the opening bell and continuing to pound the fight out of her with each passing second. As she lay there, trying to roll onto her side and make some attempt to get to her feet, there seemed little potential for her to endure much more punishment, but great potential for Elektra to deliver it.

Getting onto all fours, Ms. Liberty was then ripped onto her knees by the hair. As she was held upright while on her knees, I gazed into her eyes to get a sense of her cogency. Much to my delight, she showed her first signs of life by firing a straight jab into Elektra’s washboard stomach. In her weakened condition, the blow did little physical damage, though at least to me, it was a small psychological victory. Ms. Liberty was not out of it yet!

Unfortunately however, Elektra’s rigid, dimpled stomach easily absorbed the blow which seemed to do little more than anger her even more. Yanking on the champ’s hair even harder, she lifted her leg and punted her foot forward toward Ms. Liberty’s gut. But impressively, Ms. Liberty anticipated the attack and raised her hands, grabbing hold of the gold colored boot before it struck her. Elektra shook her trapped leg feverishly and was able to pry it free from the champ’s clutches, but lost her balance in the process and stumbled backward.

The crowd was alive, roaring for the action as several fans booed Ms. Liberty’s attempt at a comeback. Undaunted by their reaction however, the champ got one leg out in front of her as she pressed her hands against the mat to push herself up, still kneeling on one knee. Elektra wasn’t about to let her get the rest of the way on her own however, and rushed over, reaching to grab her by the hair yet again. But Ms. Liberty greeted her with another jab to the gut, this one doing at least a modicum of damage as it caused Elektra to pause. The short pause allowed the champ to finally get back onto her feet, but not enough time to do much else.

With surprising quickness, Elektra snatched hold of her full-figured opponent’s forearm and abruptly turned so that they were both facing in the same direction before shooting Ms. Liberty forward and sending her racing toward the side ropes. Rambling across the ring, Ms. Liberty’s scantily clad body jiggled wildly as she bounced off of the ropes, returning to her attacker and trying to prepare for whatever she had in store.

Elektra was already charging with her arm extended to deliver a clothesline, but the champ showed her wrestling impressive acumen by ducking below it and screeching to a halt, now set directly behind the sultry brunette. She then astonishingly wound her arms around Elektra’s and locked her in a full nelson.

The reaction of the crowd was mixed as Elektra’s followers jeered the exchange while others cheered for the fast paced action. I joined those cheering with a wide smile on my face as I watched Elektra try to wriggle free from the precarious predicament she was now in. Struggling to keep the hold locked in place; Ms. Liberty swung and swayed from Elektra’s gyrations, but did not relinquish her grip. My pride in the champ was restored once again as I fixed my eyes on the struggle, watching her exert all of her strength to keep Elektra at bay.

With the back of the tanned, willowy challenger pressed tightly up against the pale, soft skin of the champ, their contrasting bodies were intermingled in the furious tussle. Grunting angrily, Elektra continued laboring to break free, but then lifted her right leg and smashed the heel of it down into the top of Ms. Liberty’s red, white and blue boot. I saw the champ’s face wince in pain though she did not relent, keeping the full nelson locked in place.

But the cunning challenger repeated the attack with even more ferocity, forcing Ms. Liberty to relinquish the hold as she hobbled backward against the ropes, lifting her foot and grabbing hold of it to try and alleviate the pain. Not wasting any time, a now irritated Elektra rushed over and again secured a grip on Ms. Liberty’s arm, straightening her up before racing forward and once more, launching the champ across the ring.

With her foot still aching, Ms. Liberty was forced to hobble quickly forward before being propelled off of the ropes and back at Elektra, who once again was set to deliver a clothesline. But the champ was able to duck below it once more, continuing her trek until she plunged into the ropes on the opposite side of the ring, sinking deeply into them before being ricocheting forward. What she did not notice however was that Elektra had rushed up behind her and was waiting with her leg extended forward. As a result, the unsuspecting Ms. Liberty’s gut met Elektra’s stationary foot in a devastating collision. The challenger’s golden boot submerged into the champ’s soft tummy, doubling her over as she howled in pain.

“BBWWAAAAHH!”

Hunched forward, Ms. Liberty’s butt protruded between the top two ropes and outside of the ring as Elektra hovered over her. Moving forward, the challenger then reached forward and wrapped her arms around Ms. Liberty’s midsection, pulling her back a couple of steps before pausing. I could sense what was coming next, and it wasn’t good. Elektra had Ms. Liberty bowed forward and in an inverted bearhug, and visions of the DVD began to fill my head.

Right on the cover of the box, a photo of Elektra upending Ms. Liberty was prominent and Elektra appeared to be positioning herself to replicate that photo here. In my mind I then envisioned the next steps from the video and feared that Elektra was about to recreate those as well. In the video, Ms. Liberty had not only been turned upside, but then shaken violently to the point where her abundant chest had fallen out of her top. But that was only the start as she was then victimized by a malicious piledriver which knocked her unconscious.

My eyes widened as Elektra took a deep breath and then with a loud grunt, hoisted Ms. Liberty’s body upward, upending it as the champ’s legs soared back over the challenger’s shoulder. Elektra was clearly planning to repeat the piledriver, and the crowd was buzzing as they too anticipated the move. With her legs bending back across Elektra’s body, Ms. Liberty’s arms fell toward the ground, her face red as the challenger had a vice like grip locked around her ribcage. I stared up into her face to try and gauge her emotional state, but she was too disoriented for me to decipher.

With her body arched across Elektra’s, the champ’s legs dipped backward as she hung limply. Elektra then jostled the champ’s body to secure her grip, and I watched in horror as her chest fluttered wildly, remembering the previous result of that jiggling. But her top seemed to be somehow secured to her breasts, and at least at this point, they remained safely tucked away beneath the skimpy garment. A feeling of utter terror came over me as I contemplated the outcome of the next step however, imagining the worst. But then much to my shock; and delight; Ms. Liberty somehow managed to thrust her legs forward as the rest of her voluptuous body followed. The momentum forced Elektra forward as well as she unwittingly dropped the champ down and back onto her feet.

The two were now repositioned as they were at the start of the maneuver, with Ms. Liberty standing in a hunched over position and Elektra in front of her with her arms still wrapped around the champ’s midsection. Trying to keep her momentum going, I watched as Ms. Liberty then wrapped her arms around the back of Elektra’s thighs while trying desperately to then hoist her upward and flip her overhead. The crowd watched anxiously as the struggle ensued, each woman squeezing the other as they grunted from the strain, the roar of the fans growing to a deafening level. Even at full strength, I’m not sure Ms. Liberty had the power to execute the move, but especially in her diluted condition, she could not pull it off. With her feet planted firmly, she champ tugged on Elektra to try and lift her, but only managed to elevate her enough so that she was on the tip of her toes.

The two pulled at each other for a few more moments, but then Elektra spread her legs apart and trapped the champ’s head between her thighs, locking her in a headscissors. Ms. Liberty kept her grip on Elektra as well, though she was now in a less favorable position. But she was still much better off than had Elektra been successful in delivering the piledriver, so I took some solace in that fact. But the challenger was squeezing hard with her powerful legs, and to increase the pressure even more, she crossed one foot over the other to intensify the scissors. I looked up into her steely, dark eyes and saw her face cringe from the pressure she was applying. Gradually, as Elektra intensified her grip on the champ’s head, Ms. Liberty began to loosen her own grip. In control, Elektra then rammed the point of her elbow downward, slamming it between Ms. Liberty’s shoulder blades and knocking the champ to her knees. She then reached forward and grabbed a handful of hair from behind her head and pulled it toward her while driving her own knee forward, ramming it into Ms. Liberty’s face.

The loud CLUNK of Elektra’s kneebone striking Ms. Liberty’s cheekbone was sickening, and sent the champ floundering backward before she crashed, face up on the canvas, rolling from side to side as she covered her face. It was a vicious blow, and clearly did some damage as Ms. Liberty was once again flat on her back. Elektra then reached down and grabbed hold of the champ’s calves, using the grip to pull upon her legs. Ms. Liberty’s arms fell over her head as her legs were elevated, Elektra tucking them against her hips as she upended her flattened foe. She then dropped backward, pulling on Ms. Liberty’s legs in the process and lifting her off of the canvas before catapulting her forward with great force.

Sailing straight ahead through the air, Ms. Liberty soared for a few feet before sliding on her stomach, gliding under the ropes and then falling completely out of the ring. The crowd jumped to their feet cheering as Ms. Liberty dropped below the ring just to the side of where I was sitting. She got herself onto her side, and then gradually rolled into a seated position, shaking her head hastily to try and clear it. Her eyes were watery from the blow to her face and she paused to try and regroup as the ref yelled down at her to make her way back into the ring. But before he finished the warning, Elektra pushed him aside, yelling down at the champ herself.

“I just made that one up. I call it the Elektra Slide, although you made it look more like the Elektra Bounce!” she taunted to her fallen foe.

Ms. Liberty looked up at her as she spoke but then glanced out into the crowd blankly as the ref began a ten count, prompting her to try and get to her feet. She got to one knee at the count of three, and glanced in my direction. I looked back at her, trying to encourage her to go on though I could see that she was in pain. She nonetheless continued to struggle to her feet and as she finally got both of them under her; she gazed toward the back of the arena and paused, staring straight ahead. I turned and saw that her ex husband was watching and that she had spotted him. He bowed his head as if ashamed of her and Ms. Liberty showed no reaction outwardly though I wasn’t sure what emotional affect that exchange would have on her. But there was little time for her to wallow in self pity as the referee’s count reached eight, prompting her to desperately grab for the bottom rope, snatching hold of it just in time to stop the count. Though she wasn’t yet back in the ring, the ref seemed to give her the benefit of the doubt and allowed her to progress without disqualifying her.

She grabbed the bottom rope with both hands and pulled on it, hoisting one leg up onto the ring apron, and then the other. Lying outside of the ropes, she then grabbed the middle rope and got to her knees before clenching onto the top rope and gradually beginning to pull herself onto her feet. Elektra stood by watching and I suspected that she wasn’t going to allow Ms. Liberty to merely re-enter the ring on her own. My suspicions proved correct as she charged over and fired a kick through the ropes, smashing her foot into Ms. Liberty’s already battered belly.

“AAAAAWWWW” howled the red, white and blue bikinied battler as she staggered backward, but kept her grip on the top rope to prevent her from falling out of the ring once again.

With the two now face to face on opposite sides of the cables, Elektra grabbed Ms. Liberty by the head before she abruptly spun around, causing the champ to spin as well. The two ended up back to back with Elektra reaching back and over her shoulders to keep her grip on the champ’s head. She then began to lower herself to her knees, dragging Ms. Liberty’s body with her. The champ’s back arched as the back of her neck was forced down onto the top rope as Elektra kept the reverse choke hold locked on. Bent backward in an awkward position, Ms. Liberty waved her arms out of her sides in protest, though unable to prevent the attack. Elektra then quickly dropped, yanking down on the champ’s head and causing her neck to snap painfully backward over the rope before Elektra then hastily released it.

Several of the fans at ringside gasped at sight of Ms. Liberty’s head bent so viciously, but the champ was then launched off of the ropes, her body soaring from the ring apron as it collapsed to the cold, hard floor below the ring. She crumbled into a ball and rolled onto her side, grabbing for her aching neck. The crowd cheered as Elektra flexed her muscles while up in the ring, an arrogant sneer stretched across her pretty face.

Watching Ms. Liberty recoil on the floor, I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up from the ferocity of the attack. It looked as if Elektra has snapped her neck in half, and I wondered just how badly she was hurt. The ref, as if sympathizing with Ms. Liberty’s plight, pushed Elektra back from ringside, trying to allow her some time to recover before he would have to begin his count. But I wasn’t sure that was going to help as the damage had to be horrific, and Ms. Liberty surely would not be able to recuperate from it in time.

After forcing Elektra into the far corner and arguing with her for a few more moments, the ref slowly walked back to the side of the ring where Ms. Liberty lay. He looked down at her, shouting his warning that he would have to begin to count if she did not get up. Somehow she heeded his warning and miraculously rolled onto her side, getting into a seated position as she continued to massage her neck. Her eyes were barely open as she reached up to grab the side of the ring, and a few seconds later, began to pull herself upward. Delaying his count as long as he could, the ref then finally began to shout it out slowly.

“1 ............... 2 ............... 3 ...............”

Once again the champ reached up and grabbed the bottom rope, hoisting one of her legs up onto the ring apron, and then the other as the count continued.

“5 ............... 6 ............... 7 ...............”

Though nearing the end, the ref slowed down even more, allowing Ms. Liberty to roll one leg over the bottom rope and back into the ring, prompting the ref to stop. She then grabbed the middle rope and got to one knee, Elektra once again charging over to her. She pushed the ref aside and reached down over the top rope, grabbing two handfuls of the champ’s hair and yanking on it ferociously. Ms. Liberty’s head bobbed back and forth as Elektra then began to run toward the corner, dragging Ms. Liberty along by the hair. Reaching the steel corner post, Elektra then pulled Ms. Liberty’s head back, paused, and then rammed it forward, slamming it into the metal post.

A loud CLANK echoed through the ringside area as Ms. Liberty’s right leg spontaneously lifted behind her and she began to wobble on the ring apron. The blow was horrific, and had completely knocked the sense out of her, several fans at ringside once again gasping at the viciousness of the attack. I was mortified as I looked up at her teetering, her eyes vacant. Elektra allowed her to lurch for a few seconds as I decided to glance toward the back of the arena and glance at Ms. Liberty’s ex-husband. His eyes caught mine as he shook his head in disgust before I turned back to the match. Elektra had already grabbed hold of Ms. Liberty and pulled her toward the center of the ring apron before bowing her over the top rope, the cable digging into the soft skin of her upper abdomen as all of her weight was pressed down onto it.

Unlike in the bikini wrestler match where the fans began to sympathize with Ms. Liberty at the end of the match and boo Elektra, this time they seemed to be cheering fervently for her demise. Elektra then pushed down on Ms. Liberty’s head with tremendous force, launching her over the ropes and sending her flipping into the air before she crashed awkwardly back in the ring.

With her legs spread inelegantly apart and her arms scattered over her head, the champ was completely anesthetized. She lifted her head up and glanced around, though the expression on her face was one of complete bewilderment. Elektra then walked over to her and clenched two handfuls of her hair, mercilessly ripping her onto her feet. The two were now face to face as the taller challenger stared down at her sagging foe.

“Like I said at the start .... you’re finished Madeleine! But I’m not going to pin you and let you off that easy. I want everyone to hear you quit!”

Looking on in horror, I watched as Elektra then spun the indolent champion around before pressing her shoulders up against Ms. Liberty’s back. She then wrapped one arm beneath the champ’s chin and the other around her thigh before hoisting her beaten body up into the air. Ms. Liberty was now stretched across Elektra’s shoulders, staring up into the lights over the ring as Elektra began to stretch her apart, locking her in an over the shoulder backbreaker. Pulling down on her neck with one arm, she tugged on her thigh with the other, bending the battered champion in half across her back.

The crowd roared, waiting for the champion’s submission as her body was being stretched apart, the pain becoming unbearable. Her body began to tremble from the pain, but I worried that Ms. Liberty would refuse to submit, no matter how intense the pain became. She began to convulse more violently, a spray of saliva spewing from her mouth as the ref raced over and asked if she was ready to quit. She refused at first, but that prompted Elektra to pull on her limbs even more, prompting an agonized and muffled scream from the persecuted champion. Finally, without prompting from the ref, Ms. Liberty could take no more and muttered her submission.

“I ... Q ...Q ...QUIT!” she whispered in an anquished tone, unable to take anymore.

The ref called for the bell, but Elektra refused to release her, instead demanding that Ms. Liberty proclaim her as the new champ.

“SAY IT! SAY THAT I AM THE CHAMPION!” Elektra shouted to her victim who could barely keep her eyes.

Ms. Liberty, long past the point of worrying about her pride, readily complied, although the words did not leave her mouth easily.

“Y..O..U ARE ..... THE ..... CHA ... CHA ... CHAMPION!” she garbled.

The proclamation satisfied Elektra, who released her grip and allowed Ms. Liberty to drop to the mat like a sack of potatoes. She landed with a loud THUD, rolling onto her side and curling into the fetal position, her body wracked with pain.

The crowd meanwhile cheered the result as Elektra’s arm was raised over her head and the Veteran’s Division Championship Belt fitted around her slender waist. She then thrust her arms overhead one more time before walking over to Ms. Liberty and kicking her onto her back before planting her foot on the now former champion’s chest in a final humiliation. Elektra flexed her biceps in a victory pose and then glanced at the back of the arena, spotting Ms. Liberty’s ex-husband and winking at him. I turned to see his reaction, but he simply turned and walked out of the arena. I wasn’t sure if he was angry with Elektra, disgusted by his ex wife, or some combination of the two, but he chose not to react publicly as Elektra then finally removed her foot from Ms. Liberty's chest and strode around the ring one last time before her body guards spread the ropes apart and allowed her to exit the ring.

Back in the ring, Ms. Liberty was attended to by two members of the staff, and a minute or so later, was helped to her feet. They draped each of her arms around their shoulders and carried her to ringside, where I walked over to check on her. She was gingerly helped from the ring as I took one of her arms around my shoulder and helped her back to the locker room with the other member of the staff. She said nothing, not even acknowledging my presence and simply hanging her head as the fans chastised her for her poor performance on the way down the aisle.

While helping to carry her back to the locker room, I reached the conclusion that I had made a big mistake by not encouraging her to retire. Her ex husband was right, the competition had become too strong and the sport too violent for her to be successful, despite her impressive fighting spirit. But physically she did not seem capable of competing and her body couldn't take much more of this kind of punishment.

I helped her back to an office where a doctor began to check her over as I waited outside. I glanced out toward the lobby of the arena and noticed a line of fans waiting to purchase the Bikini Wrestler DVD which was on sale, and shook my head at the sight. Just then Elektra emerged from the locker room, dressed and carrying her championship belt. Ms. Liberty's ex-husband greeted her and gave her a congratulatory hug, though his mood was somewhat somber. They walked past me as he gave me quick glance, but did not say a word. Elektra made sure to adjust the championship belt which rested on hrr shoulder, as she walked by me, staring me right in the eye with an arrogant sneer on her face. She had done as she said she would, at least in regard to taking Ms. Liberty's title. The only question which still remained however was, had she knocked Ms. Liberty out of wrestling for good?

THE END

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