Ms. Liberty vs. Sable
Veteran's Division Match!

With the holiday season upon her and the end of year rapidly approaching, Ms. Liberty took the opportunity to reflect on the year which was about to end. It had been a tumultuous one both inside the wrestling and out, so reminiscing over both was an emotional exercise for the veteran wrestler.

The past year was dominated by her divorce from her husband of close to 30 years. Despite the fact that their relationship had lost its passion long ago, it was nonetheless difficult for Ms. Liberty to start over after having been with only one man for all of her adult life. But the end of marriage introduced a new chapter in her life, one which included a much younger man. After her separation from her husband, Ms. Liberty decided to reveal the details of her wrestling career to a friend of her youngest son, a longtime family friend who had called her “Aunt Madeleine”. She asked him to take over the role formerly filled by her ex-husband, namely the role of her wrestling manager. The role expanded quickly, and the two had begun to carry on a sporadic relationship. Though there was no commitment between them, the fact that a young man who was half her age would be interested in her, reignited Ms. Liberty’s passions for both life, and wrestling.

In the ring, the past year had seen the commencement of a heated rivalry with Big, Bad Bertha, and though Ms. Liberty had been the more successful in terms of victories in that rivalry, Bertha had made her suffer through some painful, grueling matches. The most notable was the Veteran’s Division Championship Match where Ms. Liberty took the belt from Big, Bad Bertha after a particularly brutal match, only to quickly lose it in her first title defense against Elektra. Her most recent match was a fight for her life, where Ms. Liberty was forced to face an amateur named Sarge who was attempting to steal her spot on the roster and thereby end her career. But Ms. Liberty exhibited her resiliency but clawing out a victory and earning the right to wrestle another day.

With all of that history now passed however, she was faced with her final match of the year, and it was one which she knew that she had to win. She would be facing Sable, a newcomer to the federation who had defeated Ms. Liberty’s friend The Babe, forcing her into retirement. During that match, Ms. Liberty was seated at ringside and she and Sable engaged in a brief verbal exchange, which only added to the veteran wrestler’s incentive to defeat her.

Sable, on the other hand, also had incentive to succeed. This would be her first match as an official member of the Veteran’s Division and she was determined to walk away with a victory. So in preparation for the match, she and her 25 year old son began training in earnest. A former stunt woman, Sable was already in great shape, but her son, who also acted as her trainer, manager and valet, pushed her even harder. The spent countless hours in the gym and on the mat, Sable practicing her moves on her son and earning uncomfortable stares from onlookers as a result.

Sable and her son had a very close relationship, so close in fact, that to the casual observer, it seemed odd. Sable’s son was uncharacteristically attached to his mom for a man his age and the two were virtually inseparable. They trained together, shopped together, lived together, and just about everything else one could imagine. They were so close in fact, that people often questioned that closeness, even though there was nothing neither illicit nor illegal going on between them. As a result however, neither had any close relationships, the mother and son team satisfied in their own little world.

With the match just a week away, Sable’s son pushed her training to the limit in order to ensure that her mother would be ready for whatever Ms. Liberty could give her. But he also tended to her needs, massaging her shoulders after each work-out, monitoring her diet and providing all of the emotional support she required.

Unlike her upcoming opponent however, Ms. Liberty did not have the same level of emotional support. Her children, to this day, were unaware that their mom was a professional wrestler. She rarely saw her ex-husband, and even if she did, she knew that he did not think she should still be wrestling. Even her new manager wasn’t available, too busy with work and holiday shopping to give Ms. Liberty much attention. So she prepared on her own, without the encouragement and support of someone in her corner.

Though her training was on track, Ms. Liberty had begun to think about her 3 sons and how she had hid her wrestling from all these years. Though she and her ex-husband had agreed early on that they would never tell their children that their mom was a pro wrestler, Ms. Liberty began to second guess that decision. She began to think about how nice it would be to have them at ringside supporting her, and pondered whether it was finally time to let them know. So after days of agonizing over the decision, she finally decided to let them know. She had invited the whole family to dinner the week before her match, including her ex-husband, and told them that she had something to tell them. She asked her ex-husband to come a little early, and when he did, she sat down and told him about her decision. Angered at first, he eventually decided that it was her decision to make.

“Just be prepared for their reaction Madeleine, because they may not be happy to find out that their mother is a professional wrestler!” he warned.

Taking his comments into consideration, she decided to go through with it nonetheless. So after her sons arrived for dinner, the oldest one with his wife, they all sat down at the dinner table. Her ex-husband noticed how nervous she was, but before she could tell them, her oldest son stood up, grabbing hold of his wife’s shoulder.

“I know that you wanted to tell us something mom, but before you do, we have an announcement of our own.” He said, staring lovingly down at his wife. “Mom ... Dad ... You’re going to be grandparents!” he proclaimed, announcing that his wife was pregnant.

The reaction was joyful as everyone congratulated the happy couple. Ms. Liberty and her husband exchanged a congratulatory hug, but as they did so, he whispered into her ear, asking what she was going to do now. She whispered back that she would delay her own announcement for another time, not wanting to take away from the joy they were all experiencing. After dinner was over and her sons left for the evening, Ms. Liberty and her husband sat down on the sofa alone. He poured her a glass of champagne and the two toasted.

“Congratulations ... grandma!” he said as he clicked her glass to his own.

“I don’t like the sound of that!” Ms. Liberty replied with a frown before giggling.

She was legitimately happy, but also struggling with the thought that she would soon, in fact, be a grandmother. The divorced couple began to talk, reminiscing about their children and their lives together before finally he asked her what she was going to do next.

“So, will your new grandchild ever know that his grandmother is a professional wrestler?”

Pausing, Ms. Liberty thought about it, but then responded confidently.

“Yes ... yes he or she will know. I didn’t want to ruin the moment, but we’ve hidden this from our kids for so long that it’s finally time to tell them, I just want to let this news pass and then maybe in a couple of months I’ll tell them. They have a right to know.” she concluded.

But then Ms. Liberty looked into her husband’s eyes and asked a pointed question.

“So what about you? I know that you don’t like the fact that I started wrestling again, so what do you think?” she asked, looking for support.

This time he paused, giving the question some contemplation before responding.

“When we were married, I thought about your wrestling as a business. It was a way for us to make some extra money, and that was it. But when you got older, I didn’t like what I was seeing. The other girls seemed to get younger and younger, and the matches got rougher and rougher. I really thought you were going to hurt, so when you decided to retire, I was happy about that.” he began.

Having retired when in her forties, Ms. Liberty decided to start wrestling again several years later, once she discovered the Veteran’s Division where she could compete against women who were closer to her own age. By that time however, their marriage had just about ended. Even still, her husband made it clear that he did not agree with her decision, and made no attempt to hide those feelings. He seemed to have a change of heart however, and admitted such to her.

“But now that we are divorced, I guess began to see things differently. I watched your match against Elektra, and though it was difficult to see you lose and though I still worry about you getting hurt, I also saw another side of you. I saw how courageous you are in the ring, and how much you truly enjoy wrestling. So if you think you should keep wrestling, then I support it.” He concluded.

Genuinely touched by the sentiment, Ms. Liberty leaned over and hugged her ex-husband, thanking him for his support. She then asked him how he thought she would do.

“You know Madeleine; I think you can do just about anything you put your mind to. So if you really want to win, then I think you can do it!”

Again she blushed, thanking him for his encouragement. She then asked if he would like to come and watch the match, and he hesitated before nodding. “Sure, why not!” he replied.

They each took another drink of champagne before he suggested that they go up to the bedroom. Ms. Liberty was the one who hesitated this time, but feeling nostalgic, agreed to his proposal as they adjourned to the bedroom and made love. Once they were done, they lay in bed together, Ms. Liberty calm as she lay across his chest. Her ex-husband began to wonder if he had made a horrible mistake however, and decided to set the record straight. But before he did, she calmed his fears, whispering out loud from her place on his chest.

“Don’t worry; I know this was just one night. You have your own life, and I have mine. So this was nice, but it won’t ever happen again.”

Though she was not looking up at him, she could sense the relief he felt, the divorced couple both remaining in bed until they each fell asleep. The next morning, after waking to find her ex-husband gone, Ms. Liberty arose, had some breakfast and then headed off to the gym to resume her preparations. She had a newfound confidence after the night before, and with less than a week to go before her match; her training was more purposeful and focused.

On the night of the match, Ms. Liberty arrived in the locker room and slipped into her outfit before Sable arrived, followed closely by her son. The veteran reprimanded her opponent for bringing him into the locker room, but the arrogant woman ignored and walked past, leaving her son to confront the brunette.

“You just worry about yourself!” he chided before lifting his chin and walking past her, the two disappearing into a far corner.

Sable then walked into the shower area to change as her son stood by and glared angrily at Ms. Liberty as she stretched in front of the mirror. His presence made her uncomfortable, but she decided to focus her attention on her own preparations, trying to put it out of her mind. Just then one of the attendants called Ms. Liberty for her introduction. She paused, asking why she was to be the first one introduced since she was the veteran and deserved to be called to the ring last. But her protests fell on deaf ears, a clear sign that she was no longer considered one of the “premier” wrestlers. A new crop of women, of which Sable was one, had moved into the Veteran’s Division and they were being promoted more heavily, a fact which only provided Ms. Liberty with even more incentive to win. She stood at the entrance, listening as the announcer welcomed the crowd and began her introduction.

“Welcome to another night of Veteran’s Division wrestling! Our first match features a former two time Veteran’s Division champion facing off against a newcomer to the Veteran’s Division. First up, standing 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighing 168 pounds, please welcome the veteran ..... MS. LIBERTY!”

The crowd applauded cordially, giving her a nice ovation as Ms. Liberty trotted down the aisle and up towards the ring. She slapped hands with several fans along the way; proud of the ovation she was given. The fans had been fickle toward her, but on this night, seemed to be behind her, at least from the outset. Climbing up into the ring she marched around it, thrusting her arms overhead to accept the applause.

Dressed in Christmas colors with red boots and a red leotard with a string of white stars around both the neckline and hemline which rose high on her hips, Ms. Liberty looked to be in decent shape. She had dropped a few pounds from her typical weight and looked healthy as she smiled confidently. She gazed out into the crowd, trying to spot her ex-husband, though she could not find him. Undaunted however, she made her way to her corner and stood back against it, her arms spread out on the top ropes as she waited for her opponent’s introduction.

“And her opponent tonight, making her Veteran’s Division debut ... She stands 5 feet 9 inches tall and weighs 135 pounds ..... please welcome ..... SABLE ... escorted by her son ... CHINCHILLA!”

The announcement drew some chuckles, but then Sable emerged from behind the doors, her son leading the way. Clad in a full length Sable coat, the dramatic, fetching 55 year old strutted forward with an air of arrogance as her tuxedo clad son marched ahead of her, clearing the way of fans who wanted to greet his mom. She strode haughtily down the aisle until finally climbing the stairs up into the ring, her son stretching them apart so that she could easily step between them. She then strode around the ring in her stunning fur coat, her son standing aside as his mother paraded around.

Standing in her corner and watching with a sneer, Ms. Liberty watched as Sable breezed past her, turning her head away as she passed in an act of insolence as she passed the veteran. But then Sable stopped at the center of the ring and opened her coat to reveal her long, slender body in a brown bikini, her son obediently rushing up behind her to slip it off of her shoulders. He then draped the coat across his arm before stepping aside and lifting his arms to his mother as if to present her to the crowd.

The audience reaction was tepid, the newcomer’s arrogance not going over well with many of the fans. But that didn’t seem to faze Sable as she marched to her corner, her son turning to face Ms. Liberty before, in a childish act, stuck his tongue out at her before exiting the ring. Ms. Liberty smiled with a soft chuckle as she watched the spectacle, Sable finally standing across the ring from her as the two exchanged stares. As Sable glanced up and down her opponent, Ms. Liberty once again glanced out into the crowd to search for her ex-husband, who promised that he would attend, but then the bell rang and it was time to focus on the match at hand.

Moving confidently out of her corner, Ms. Liberty sprinted forward, getting her hands out in front of her as she prepared for battle. Sable moved quickly as well, circling the ring before they met up and locked arms, engaging in battle. Sable’s 3 inch height advantage became more pronounced with the two women now battling in close quarters, though the shorter Ms. Liberty nonetheless outweighed her opponent by over 30 pounds. As such, it was surprising to see that, after some initial shoving and posturing for position, Sable was able to forcefully push Ms. Liberty back, causing the two to break as the veteran wrestler backpedaled. With the crowd cheering loudly for the action, Sable’s strength and superior conditioning became evident as she was able to force Ms. Liberty back. But the advantage was only momentary as they again rushed each other, this time Ms. Liberty turning slightly to grab Sable by the head and flip her onto her back.

Hitting the canvas hard, Sable quickly rolled back onto her feet, agitated by both being tossed to the canvas, as well as the positive reaction of the crowd as a result. Chinchilla chastised the fans for cheering against her mother, but Sable simply circled away, waiting for the right time to attack. But Ms. Liberty did not allow her that courtesy, rushing in to force Sable back against the ropes before grabbing her by the arm and tossing her across the ring.

Darting forward, Sable bounced off of he ropes before ricocheting back, Ms. Liberty greeting her with a drop kick to the chest. The blow sent Sable tumbling once again, the crowd reacting positively once more as her legs rolled into the air. As they dropped back down to the canvas, Ms. Liberty was on her again, grabbing her by the leg and pulling up on it to roll her onto her stomach. Now face down with one leg pulled up behind her, Sable screamed in anger as Ms. Liberty curled her leg in toward her body. Bent in half now, Sable’s angry screams grew more pained, the fans cheering Ms. Liberty as she tried to grab hold of Sable’s other legs to lock her in a Boston Crab.

But the adept former stunt woman was able to use her upper body strength to bridge herself roll away, escaping the veteran’s clutches. Ms. Liberty pursued her, Sable crawling quickly to the opposite side of the ring before scurrying beneath the ropes and jumping out of the ring. Chinchilla rushed over to his mom, wrapping his arm around her shoulder as the ref yelled down for her to get back in the ring.

“Leave her alone!” yelled Chinchilla in protest, protecting his mom but drawing boos from the crowd.

Standing over them along the side ropes, Ms. Liberty leaned over, chiding Sable to continue, but Chinchilla rushed over at her, reaching to grad hold of the veteran’s ankles as Ms. Liberty backed safely away. Sable then began to climb back up into the ring, Chinchilla warning the ref to keep Ms. Liberty away until she was able to do so. But as Sable stepped onto the ring apron and then lifted one leg into the ring, Ms. Liberty locked her in a side headlock and pulled her the rest of the way.

Hauling her hunched opponent to the opposite side of the ring, Ms. Liberty delighted in the support of the spectators, who were cheering for her to continue the attack. The encouragement prompted her to whirl Sable around and shove her into the corner, the brown, bikini clad newcomer’s back slamming against the turnbuckles. Setting up in front of her, Ms. Liberty then lifted her knee into Sable’s gut, doubling her over as a puff of air spew from her mouth.

In charge of the action, Ms. Liberty then again clenched hold of Sable’s arm with both hands and tossed her across the ring, sending her racing toward the opposite corner before the front of her body crashed into it. Sable bounced off of the corner before slumping in front of it, her right arm reaching up to grab hold of the top rope. Facing out toward the crowd, Sable saw her son standing below her, screaming encouragement to his mom. But that encouragement did little to prevent Ms. Liberty from rushing up behind her and slamming her body into Sable’s back, again jarring her against the corner.

Watching from below, Chinchilla reached up to try and grab hold of Ms. Liberty’s ankle, but the veteran avoided his attempt, gazing at the ref in protest. He yelled down for the valet to step back, but Ms. Liberty continued to attack, roughly pulling Sable from the corner before turning her and shoving her back against it. Displaying an aggressiveness not seen in her past several matches, the soon-to-be grandmother looked determined as her weakened foe floundered. With her shoulders pressed back against the turnbuckles, Sable then saw Ms. Liberty spin around and braced herself as the veteran’s sizeable rear end came barreling back, slamming against her stomach.

With both wrestlers now facing in toward the ring, Sable pinned back against the ropes as Ms. Liberty again thrust her butt into her gut, the newcomer collapsed forward across the veteran’s back. But Ms. Liberty then reached behind her, grabbing hold of Sable’s left arm and pulling it across her shoulder. She then twisted the arm as it extended forward, wrenching it painfully. Sable’s arms was contorted next to Ms. Liberty’s neck, but with the larger veteran still pushing her into the corner, there was nothing she could do but yelp in pain.

Using the hold to jar Sable’s arm while continuing to plow her backside into her, Ms. Liberty had very effectively taken control. Finally however, she stepped forward while pulling on Sable’s arm, flipping across her shoulders and onto the canvas. Sable soared through the air before crashing painfully onto her back, the crowd cheering as she rolled onto her side, pulling her aching arm in toward her body.

Still perched below the corner, Chinchilla was furious and again reached up into the ring, this time successfully clenching hold of ms. Liberty’s left ankle. He held on for dear life, Ms. Liberty trying to reach down and break his grip while calling for the ref to intervene. The young man refused to relent however, prompting the ref to begin to count. As he reached 4, Chinchilla finally released his grip, Ms. Liberty moving toward the corner to vent her anger at her opponent’s son.

Sable meanwhile was able to get to up onto all fours, and then her knees as the crowd yelled their warnings to Ms. Liberty. She heard their alarms and turned, noticing Sable had got up onto one knee, so she marched over to her and grabbed her by the arm. She then twisted it behind her back, forcing the back of Sable’s wrist upward until it pressed against her back. With her arm now wrenched painfully behind her, Sable again wailed in pain, trying her best to wriggle free, though unsuccessfully.

As the struggle ensued in the center of the ring however, Sable finally fought back, lifting her leg before jarring it backward to strike the sole of her boot into Ms. Liberty in the knee. The effects of the kick were enough to distract Ms. Liberty and allow Sable to then fire her elbow back and ram it into the veteran’s ribs with great force, prompting a pained snarl from the brunette. Taking advantage, Sable then reached back and grabbed Ms. Liberty by the head, flipping her across her shoulders and sending her hurtling through the air.

Landing on her butt, Ms. Liberty was now seated upright as her head snapped backward. Sable was on her quickly however, rushing up behind her and quickly wrapping her arm around Ms. Liberty’s neck. She then locked her elbow in place by placing her other arm around Ms. Liberty’s head to secure a choke while bending the veteran’s neck painfully. Seated upright with her legs spread in front of her, Ms. Liberty began to kick the mat frantically, trying to yell to the ref that she was being choked, but unable to get the words out. Sable’s grip was so tight that she could not speak, though the ref did rush over anyway and warn her to break the hold. Sable ignored his warning until he began to count, and after he reached a count of 2, but just before he yelled 3, she finally released it, Ms. Liberty’s arms slumping to her sides as she desperately gasped for air.

The crowd booed loudly, at least all of them but Chinchilla, who cheered his mother’s underhanded tactics. But Sable then grabbed Ms. Liberty’s wrist and used the grip to pull both of her arms back behind her while planting one foot into her opponent’s back. While driving her foot forward, she pulled on Ms. Liberty’s arms, curling her back unbearably as Ms. Liberty thrashed her head about. With her large chest protruding forward, Ms. Liberty howled in pain as her upper body bent awkwardly, Sable cringing from the exertion of stretching the veteran apart.

Her pretty face contorted in pain, Ms. Liberty screeched loudly as Sable finally removed her foot from the veteran’s back, hauling her arms upward to stretch her vertically. Sable then jumped forward, curling her own legs so that her knees slammed against Ms. Liberty’s back, knocking her face first to the canvas. Unable to break her fall since her arms were tied up behind her, Ms. Liberty’s face and upper body hit the mat hard as Sable then landed violently on top of her, her knees digging into Ms. Liberty’s back. The crowd hissed as their favored wrestler remained facedown, Sable perched atop her, grinding her knees down into Ms. Liberty’s shoulder blades.

The svelte Sable then slid herself up Ms. Liberty’s back and pressed one of her knees down into the side of the veteran’s, face, squashing it against the mat. Now perched sideways atop her flattened foe, one knee pressing down between Ms. Liberty’s shoulder blades while the other ground her face into the canvas, Sable took the opportunity to begin some verbal sparring as well. The two had a brief verbal exchange during Sable’s match against The Babe after Ms. Liberty yelled encouragement to her friend from ringside, and Sable remembered that exchange, taking the opportunity to refresh Ms. Liberty’s memory.

“I told you to be thankful that YOU weren’t the one in the ring when I beat that old hag friend of yours, but you obviously didn’t listen to my advice. So now you’re going to pay for it!” Sable threatened as Ms. Liberty sputtered in protest, her face still constricted by the pressure applied by Sable’s knee.

The sultry Sable then pushed herself off of Ms. Liberty by further impelling her knees into the downed veteran to propel upward. Once back on her feet, Sable then reached down and snatched a handful of Ms. Liberty’s short black hair before using her grip to ferociously rip her opponent up as well. Forced up onto her knees, Ms. Liberty was nonetheless determined not to suffer the same fate as her friend The Babe, so with gritty determination she lunged upward, wrapping her arms around Sable’s head before pulling downward to flip Sable onto her back.

The abrupt counterattack caught Sable off-guard as she landed hard on her back, Ms. Liberty scurrying to her feet and rushing over to her. She reached down and grabbed hold of Sable’s wrist, pulling her upward before setting herself behind her. Now kneeling, Sable’s other wrist was then seized, and within a couple of seconds, she found herself in a somewhat similar position to the one she had inflicted on her adversary. Ms. Liberty had grabbed hold of both of Sable’s arms, and with her victim kneeling in front of her, began to pull back on them while planting the sole of one of her red wrestling boots between Sable’s shoulder blades.

With her back curled painfully, Sable began to growl in anger as her body was stretched apart, much to the delight of the crowd. Though Ms. Liberty grimaced from the exertion required to wrench Sable’s upper body, there was also a hint of a satisfied grin on her face as she realized that the crowd was supporting her, a phenomenon she had not experienced in her recent matches. But this was a new day and the mature veteran was determined to justify the support she was receiving from her fans.

Pulling as hard as she could, Ms. Liberty continued to exert her energy as Sable’s cries of protest grew louder and more animated. With her arms extended behind her, Sable’s body began to quiver, the pain becoming unbearable. At ringside, her son screamed at the ref to intervene, but since the hold was perfectly legal, he ignored Chinchilla’s pleas. With the sweat of Sable’s wrists starting to loosen her grip, Ms. Liberty decided to change things up, finally releasing her victim’s arms before quickly inching closer to wrap her own arm around Sable’s face and bend her backward. With her face now stuffed into Ms. Liberty’s armpit, Sable’s back was wrenched arduously as Ms. Liberty curled her opponent backward while keeping her on her knees.

The muffled screams of the bikini clad grappler were barely audible since her face was wedged tightly into Ms. Liberty’s armpit. But Ms. Liberty kept up the pressure by lowering herself into a seated position behind Sable and pressing her own body up against Sable’s as she kept the inverted facelock in place. She then wrapped her thick legs around her rival’s midsection, locking a body scissors hold on as she kept Sable bent over backwards from above.

With her arms flapping furiously at her sides, Sable was in a dire predicament. Her back was bent in an excruciating manner, her face was smothered in Ms. Liberty’s underarm and now her slender waist was being tightly constricted by her attacker’s bulky legs. Ms. Liberty placed one of her legs over the other to tighten her grip, squeezing with all of her strength. The crowd roared with approval, anticipating Sable’s eventual submission. The ref also anticipated an end to the match as he kneeled down next to the intertwined women and yelled out the question everyone had been waiting for.

“Sable, do you submit?”

Still desperately flailing her arms at her sides, Sable’s mumbled response was illegible. But as the ref pondered whether or not to end the match, Sable reached back and grabbed hold of Ms. Liberty’s face and began to claw at it. She first dug her fingers into Ms. Liberty’s mouth before grabbing hold of her nose and tearing at it until her fingers finally ventured up to Ms. Liberty’s eyes. Before the veteran could protect herself, Sable then raked her fingers across them, gouging Ms. Liberty’s eyes in the process.

The dirty tactic drew a quick response from all present. The ref immediately barked a warning to Sable as the fans hastily showered her boos. The target of the attack, the suddenly afflicted Ms. Liberty, yelped in pain as the arm she had wrapped around Sable’s head was now needed to deal with the searing pain in her eyes. With her head finally free from Ms. Liberty’s clutches, Sable was nonetheless still trapped in the body scissors. So as Ms. Liberty whimpered from effects of the blinding eye gouge while crucially trying to keep her legs wrapped around Sable’s midsection, the bikini brawler began to devise a further means of escape.

With Ms. Liberty seated directly behind her, the still kneeling Sable drew her arm forward, cocked it at shoulder length, and then fired her elbow backward, viciously striking it against the side of the blinded Ms. Liberty’s face. Unable to see the blow coming, Ms. Liberty was vulnerable to the attack as her head was jarred, her entire body wilting to the side as the clench of her legs on Sable’s abdomen deteriorated.

Temporarily sightless and in a stupor from the blow to the head, Ms. Liberty’s body teetered as she sat erect. Her face was blank as her arms fell to her sides, the veteran now in a clearly bewildered state. The crowd screamed their anger at the vicious newcomer as she wriggled free from Ms. Liberty’s legs and crawled to the side of the ring before getting to her knees, grasping hold of the middle rope for support. Though her opponent was noticeably traumatized by her attack, Sable too needed a moment to recuperate. Her face was red and sweaty as she breathed heavily, her ribs aching from the scissors hold to which she had been subjected. But after glancing down at her son, who stood directly below her at ringside, shouting encouragement, Sable then pushed herself up onto her feet and took a deep breath before meandering over to her shaken rival.

With the crowd furiously chastising her and the ref still barking warnings at her, Sable nonetheless approached Ms. Liberty and paused for a moment. Sitting upright but visibly wobbling, Ms. Liberty’s legs were spread out in front of her as Sable stood menacingly over her. But then the newcomer sprang into action, roughly snatching two handfuls of her overwhelmed opponent’s hair and dragging her onto her feet. The wobbly wrestler rose slowly, inciting Sable to rip even more ferociously at her hair until finally Ms. Liberty was erect. She then shoved the wilted wrestler into the corner, Ms. Liberty’s body shuddering before slumping against the turnbuckles.

Pausing in the middle of the ring to fix her hair, adjust her bikini and attend to her appearance in an exaggerated fashion, Sable was clearly mocking her embattled counterpart who remained wilted in the corner. Flaunting her ill-gotten advantage, Sable then finally strolled over to the corner where Ms. Liberty remained, stepping directly in front of her and once again taunting her opponent.

“You’re tougher than I thought you’d be, or at least tougher than your friend was. But in the end, you’ll both end up with the same result!” Sable warned.

With a scratch on the side of her nose, her face red and her eyes badly bloodshot, Ms. Liberty still looked out of it. But as Sable stepped back and prepared to attack her, Ms. Liberty grabbed tight hold of the top rope on either side of her and using the leverage provided, thrust her legs forward to send a vicious double kick into Sable’s midsection. The powerful blow doubled Sable over as she quickly wrapped her arms into her gut. Ms. Liberty, still struggling though clearly not as bad as Sable had thought, pushed herself up onto the middle rope and stood there for a moment before leaping off and dropping her elbow into Sable’s back.

The airborne blow smashed Sable to the mat as she landed face down, writhing in pain. Ms. Liberty then slowly rolled onto her side and near the ropes, grabbing hold of them to help her get back to her feet. The fans applauded her effort, encouraging her to continue, one frail looking older gentleman who was seated at ringside leading the cheers as he waved his cane in the air to incite the crowd. Pulling herself up on the ropes, Ms. Liberty smiled back at him as she struggled to get to her feet. She took a moment to survey the crowd and see if she could spot her ex-husband, but he was nowhere to be seen. Though disappointed, Ms. Liberty nonetheless focused her attention on her opponent, turning back in towards the ring and glaring across at Sable, who had got herself up onto all fours.

Both women now noticeably showed a decreased level of energy as the effects of the match had begun to take hold on their mature bodies. But Ms. Liberty was unwavering in her resolve and stumbled over to Sable, reaching down to secure a grip on her ankle. She lugged Sable’s leg upward, sending the slender woman crashing face first to the canvas once again.

With Sable down again, Ms. Liberty kept hold of her leg before reaching to grab the other. She then dragged Sable a few feet away from the side ropes before bending her legs inward and stepping across her body to straddle it. Facing in the opposite direction of her downed foe’s head, Ms. Liberty continued to roll Sable’s legs inward, locking a Boston Crab hold on her. As Sable began to squeal in pain, the crowd cheered loudly to drown out her cries. But Chinchilla then rushed over to the side of the ring nearest to where his mother was facing and dove up onto the ring apron, reaching his arm out to her.

With her body folded backward, Sable did not notice his attempt at first, so Chinchilla whispered to her to grab his hand. She glanced over at him and began to reach forward, Ms. Liberty unaware of what was happening since she was facing in the other direction. But the elder gentleman who was seated at ringside began to yell at Chinchilla, warning him to stay out of the match. The young man ignored the warning however, and after a desperate stretch, was able to grab hold of his mother’s hand and began to heave her closer to the side ropes.

“Grab hold of the rope!” he yelled to instruct her.

Hearing the commotion and feeling Sable slipping beneath her, Ms. Liberty turned and noticed Chinchilla dragging his mother toward the side of the ring. She tried to pull back, but Sable was able to clench onto the bottom rope as Chinchilla yelled to the ref, demanding that he force Ms. Liberty to break the hold.

“My mom is holding onto the ropes. You’ve got to make her break the hold!” he pleaded.

The ref hesitated, annoyed at the interference, but unable to dispute the fact that Sable was in fact holding the rope.

“You’ve to break Ms. Liberty, she’s got the rope!”

But the defiant veteran refused at first, prompting the older gentlemen at ringside to get out of his seat, hobble over to the unsuspecting Chinchilla and strike him across the back with his cane. Though the act drew a few chuckles from the crowd along with a thunderous ovation, it did not prevent Sable from holding onto the rope for dear life. Chinchilla dropped to one knee and then cowered away, but the ref again warned Ms. Liberty to break the hold.

Still defiant, the veteran refused, prompting him to begin to count. After he shouted out “1”, Ms. Liberty quickly turned to face her trapped adversary and began to pull mightily on her legs, stretching the newcomer’s svelte body in toward the ring. As the count reached “2”, Ms. Liberty tugged again, but Sable still clutched the rope with all of her strength as her body stretched across the ring, her arms quivering as she struggled to keep her grip on the cable. But just as the ref shouted out “3”, Ms. Liberty gave a final tug, hauling Sable’s body inward until she dropped to the canvas, her fingers dislodged from the rope.

Another ovation sprang up from Ms. Liberty’s fans as Sable landed hard, flat on her face before rolling onto her side, the front of her body aching from it’s collision with the canvas. Satisfied at her accomplishment, Ms. Liberty glanced out to ringside and winked at the older gentleman who had defended her as he then limped back to his seat. He nodded back at her, but then the veteran went back to work, reaching down to grab hold of Sable’s wrist. She used the grip to pull her back to her feet by the arm and once she got her erect, positioned herself behind Sable while wrapping her arms around the embattled newcomer’s ribcage.

Squeezing with all of her strength, Ms. Liberty compressed Sable’s midsection with the bear hug, the slender wrestler’s legs lifting off of the canvas as Ms. Liberty pulled back on her body. Growling loudly, Sable shook her head angrily as her ribs throbbed in pain from the hold. The fans again roared their approval, but their reaction quickly changed as Sable lifted her arm and cocked her elbow, preparing to deliver another blow to the side of Ms. Liberty’s head, just as she had done before. A collective gasp sprang from the crowd in anticipation of the attack, but Ms. Liberty reacted quickly, forcing Sable’s body downward as she herself dropped onto one knee. Plunging Sable’s groin down onto her extended knee, Ms. Liberty released her grip as her victim’s mouth fell open and a faint squeal emerged from her lips.

With the cheers echoing throughout the arena, Ms. Liberty watched as Sable plummeted off of her knee and fell limply to the canvas, cowering her body together as she groaned in pain. Getting back to her feet, Ms. Liberty stood and watched for a moment as her opponent suffered, but before she could resume the attack, Sable quickly crawled to the side of the ring, scampering beneath the ropes before dropping out of the ring to safety.

The escape drew a loud chorus of jeers as Sable fell to the floor, Chinchilla rushing over to help his mom. She was clearly in pain as Ms. Liberty walked over to the side of the ring where she lay, looking down and chastising her for running away. As Chinchilla helped his mother to her feet, the elder gentlemen seated at ringside also yelled at her to continue.

“Get back in the ring and fight like a woman!” he ordered, reprimanding the newcomer.

Both Sable and Chinchilla turned to face him, the son clenching onto his mother and keeping her steady. But rather than yell back at him, Sable hobbled over to the man and bent down, planting a big, wet kiss directly on his lips. The gentleman was stunned for a moment as the crowd chuckled at her antics, Sable turning and walking back toward the ring. Chinchilla then yelled up at the ref, instructing him to direct Ms. Liberty to a neutral corner so that his mom could re-enter the ring. But the ref refused, instead warning her that if she did not get back up and continue the match, he would count her out.

Once Sable began to climb back up, the ref finally steered Ms. Liberty toward the far corner, the veteran not happy, but following his instructions nonetheless. But as Sable knelt up on the ring apron and clutched the top rope to pull herself up to her feet, Ms. Liberty charged across the ring toward her. As Sable eventually stood up on the outside of the ropes, the veteran confronted her, reaching over the top rope to grab her by her left arm and attempt to drag her back in to the ring. But Sable drew her right arm back and then fired a crushing uppercut into the lower portion of Ms. Liberty’s gut, doubling the veteran forward.

With Ms. Liberty faltering down onto the top rope, Sable grabbed her hair and forced the brunette’s throat onto the cable before leaning against the back of her head to choke her against it. She then grabbed the middle rope with her other hand and yanked it upward, hauling it up high before allowing it to snap downward, trapping Ms. Liberty’s head between the now intertwined ropes. With her head ensnared between the taut ropes, which were also choking her in the process, Ms. Liberty began a frantic struggle to break free. She tried desperately to pry the ropes apart, but was unsuccessful as she felt herself growing light headed. Sable was about to make things worse however, grabbing hold of the hair on the top of her head with both hands and holding tight before jumping off of the ring apron and jarring Ms. Liberty’s head down with her.

The trapped veteran’s entire body bowed downward as the ropes clenched tightly onto her throat, Sable finally releasing her grip as she landed on the floor below. With the ropes snapping back upward, Ms. Liberty’s body flailed along with them, her face now bright red to match the color of her leotard. The ref quickly rushed over and screamed yet another warning to Sable, but the unscrupulous newcomer instead raced around the ring to the opposite side, the ref following her to bark out his warning as Ms. Liberty remained stuck in the ropes.

With the crowd voicing their displeasure loudly, the ref began to count Sable out of the ring, though as the count progressed, Ms. Liberty was growing weaker by the second. But to make matters worse, as Sable jawed with the ref on the opposite side of the ring, Chinchilla rushed over to where the older gentleman was seated at ringside and grabbed his cane off of the floor, using it to hook the top rope and pull down on it, tightening the already debilitating choke. Ms. Liberty’s arm flailed wildly as the intensified choke quickly drained the breath out of her. Sable kept the ref occupied so that her son could do even more damage to the future grandmother, whose arms gradually began to grow limp until finally they drooped down, sagging outside of the ring as the count reached 7. Finally however, Sable hopped up onto the ring apron, stepped between the ropes and back into the ring, just before the ref barked out the number 10.

Hearing the count end, Chinchilla unhooked the top rope, sending the trapped Ms. Liberty’s body springing upward before the ref could notice what he had done. Despite his inability to detect Chinchilla’s actions, the ref nonetheless rushed across the ring and began to untangle Ms. Liberty from the ropes. But Sable was right behind him, and before he could free the veteran, her opponent sent a vicious stomp into her back, once again jarring the entangled and asphyxiated veteran.

Finally the ref pushed Sable back and freed Ms. Liberty, the gasping brunette dropping to her knees and desperately panting for air as she slumped forward against the ropes. The ref held Sable at bay for another few seconds, but then the despicable newcomer finally pushed past him, sending another vicious stomp into Ms. Liberty’s back to jar her against the ropes. Wilting over the middle one, Ms. Liberty’s upper body now dangled outside of the ring as the cable pressed against her midsection while she remained on her knees, still frantically struggling for breath.

The crowd let Sable have it, showering her with jeers as she again argued with the ref, who continued to reprimand her. Chinchilla meanwhile remained directly below his mom’s flagging opponent, ridiculing her until Sable ended her argument and pursued her victim. Reaching through the ropes, she grabbed a handful of Ms. Liberty’s hair and yanked her back into the ring before hauling her onto her feet. The still gasping veteran was too weakened now to resist as Sable hoisted her across her shoulders, hauling all of Ms. Liberty’s 168 pounds skyward.

Carrying her ravaged rival, Sable paraded around the ring, absorbing a chorus of boos in the process as Chinchilla was the only one in the arena who was applauding his mom’s efforts. Hauled around like a slab of beef as her body draped across Sable’s shoulders, Ms. Liberty’s arms and legs meekly floundered in a token display of protest, the crowd’s cheers doing apparently little to help her cause. Finally, satisfied with her demonstration, Sable then returned to the center of the ring where she then began to revolve quickly around, subjecting her beleaguered foe to an overhead spin. Already out of breath and now dizzied as well, Ms. Liberty was then unceremoniously dropped to the mat, where her body slammed against it before she rolled onto her side, huddling herself together for protection.

With Ms. Liberty cowered in a heap near the center of the ring, her body pulsing up and down from her heavy breathing, Sable took a moment to revel in her accomplishment. But the crowd did not allow her to enjoy herself too much as they directed their anger toward her with screams of dissent. Sable moved to ringside and began to yell back at them, but Chinchilla then moved to below where his mom was standing and blew a kiss up at her in an obvious and uncomfortable show of affection. The display did little to placate fans, and in fact, may have riled them up even more, but with Ms. Liberty still down near the center of the ring; Sable and her son were the only ones enjoying themselves.

After receiving some final words of encouragement from her son, Sable turned and marched back toward Ms. Liberty, who was struggling to get up onto all fours. Sable then seized hold of her right wrist and pulled on it, elevating the veteran to her knees while continuing to yank on her arm. Kneeling upright, the right side of Ms. Liberty’s body was now stretched as Sable continued to tug on her wrist, extending the brunette’s body in the process. With her right side exposed and vulnerable, Ms. Liberty was then again victimized, this time by a powerful stomp to her ribcage. The blow drew a loud and anguished cry from the veteran as her large chest shook wildly up and down from beneath her spandex leotard before she collapsed down onto her knees.

Wasting no time, Sable again reached down, this time snatching 2 handfuls of Ms. Liberty’s short, black hair and using the grip to violently rip her upward. Forced up onto her knees, her pretty face cringing in pain from the pressure of the hair pull, the brunette was then hauled onto her feet as the 2 women faced each other. Sable continued to rip at Ms. Liberty’s hair, jarring her head from side to side as the ref barked at her to release it. But then the veteran retaliated, driving her knee upward and striking the unsuspecting Sable between the legs in an uncharacteristically brutal attack.

“I I I I I .... E E E E E!” yelped the svelte brawler as she doubled over, clenching her legs together as she grabbed for her aching groin.

The reaction of the crowd was quick and vociferous as they cheered the turnaround, Sable backpedalling as she remained hunched forward and clutching her womanhood. Ms. Liberty then hobbled over to her, pressing down on the back of Sable’s bowed head to hold it in place while stuffing it between her own legs. She then clamped her legs together, wedging the sides of Sable’s head against the inside of her own knees, her adversary hunched forward in the awkward position. But then Ms. Liberty dropped to the canvas, driving Sable’s face into it violently, the bikini clad grappler’s body sprawling apart and face down on the mat.

As Ms. Liberty kneeled over her splattered foe, she took a moment to catch her breath and regain her bearings, still suffering from the previous attack. Breathing heavily while kneeling upright, her large chest puffed out before drawing back inward, the spectacle playing out several times as she continued to breathe heavily. Sable began to squirm below her, trying desperately to recover, but Ms. Liberty then pushed herself onto her feet before dropping down again, this time slamming her elbow down onto Sable’s back to flatten her once more.

The fans exulted in the comeback as Ms. Liberty got up and kneeled alongside Sable before she; completely out of character; thrust her arms overhead in a triumphant pose. Feeling as if she had been facing 2 opponents with Chinchilla’s interference clearly influencing the outcome to this point, Ms. Liberty took a moment to celebrate and flaunt her advantage before Sable and her son. Even though she had controlled a good portion of the match, Chinchilla’s constant interference had made it difficult to succeed, so with Sable now suffering below her and Chinchilla protesting loudly at ringside, Ms. Liberty took a moment to bask in her accomplishment.

With the crowd encouraging her, Ms. Liberty pushed herself back onto her feet and shuffled down Sable’s body until she set herself below her downed opponent’s legs. She then reached down and grabbed each, hauling them upward before flipping Sable onto her back. Flopping over, Sable looked up at her attacker who then pulled on her legs even further, grabbing hold of her thighs and spreading her legs apart while standing between them. Wedging the inside of Sable’s thighs against her own hips, Ms. Liberty pulled up even more, upending Sable’s body until only her shoulders touched the mat as her arms splayed over her head.

The crowd now stood up, anticipating a pin as Chinchilla screamed in protest at ringside. Sable’s shoulders were pressed against the canvas so the ref dove down, checking to ensure they were flat before beginning to count. Feeling a sense of accomplishment, Ms. Liberty held on tightly as the count reached 2, but before the ref could finish, Sable rolled her left shoulder off of the mat, stopping it. The crowd booed, but the visibly frustrated Ms. Liberty then jostled her upended opponent’s legs roughly, causing her shoulders to flatten against the canvas for a second time. Again the count reached 2 before Sable avoided the pin, frantically rolling her left shoulder up once more.

The fans hissed at Sable’s accomplishment, but rather than try for another pin, Ms. Liberty instead plunged backward, rolling onto her back while pulling on Sable’s legs to slingshot her through the air. As Ms. Liberty tumbled rearward, Sable was shot overhead, flying forward before crash landing, her body sliding several feet until finally coming to rest near the corner. The crowd, most of whom were already on their feet, cheered the vigorous maneuver as Ms. Liberty rolled onto her side and got to her feet, Sable still grounded in the corner.

But as the re-energized veteran stood up and turned to face her target, Chinchilla reached into the ring and grabbed his mother by her arms, dragging her beneath the ropes before helping her out of the ring, and out of harm’s way. The fans reacted angrily, shouting at Chinchilla to stay out of the fight. But the young man ignored their protests, instead wrapping his arm around his mother’s shoulder and helping her to hold onto the ring apron for support.

Instead of remaining in the ring and watching however, Ms. Liberty decided to be more proactive and stepped between the ropes and out onto the ring apron. The ref warned her not to leave the ring, but the veteran turned and argued that since he had not been able to control the outside interference, she was going to take matters into her own hands. But as the veteran argued with the ref, Chinchilla left his mother against the side of the ring and rushed over, grabbing hold of Ms. Liberty’s ankle. The veteran roughly kicked her leg free however, and with a determined look on her face, jumped down at him, slamming her forearm into his back and knocking him to the floor below.

The crowd erupted, cheering and laughing at the man as he floundered on the floor, stunned by the attack. Again the ref yelled down at Ms. Liberty to get back in the ring, but again she protested, yelling back up at him to count Sable out. He seemed to take her advice, but instead of counting Sable out, his count would be directed at both women.

“Whoever is not back in this ring by the count of 10 will be disqualified!” he warned, before lifting one finger in the air and shouting out the number 1.

Watching him with an irritated expression on her face, Ms. Liberty finally turned away, directing her attention toward Sable. But she wasn’t aware that her opponent had already stumbled over to her, the crowd trying to scream a warning though Ms. Liberty’s attention had been directed at the ref to this point. So as she turned, Sable greeted her with a forearm smash to the side of her head, the blow jarring Ms. Liberty head to the side as the rest of her body spun a half revolution as well. As Sable moved in to continue the attack however, Ms. Liberty straightened up and slammed a forearm into her charging attacker’s chest. The blow stopped Sable in her tracks, but she nonetheless retaliated with a forearm of her own, pounding it into the veteran’s sizable bosom.

With her chest fluttering from the blow, Ms. Liberty stumbled back a step, but nonetheless found the strength to fire back, thumping another forearm into Sable’s pert bosom. The slender but strong grappler took the blow but again retaliated, Ms. Liberty’s face cringing from the affects. The ever resilient brunette fought through the pain however, and with her own chest still shuddering, sent another forearm into Sable’s chest, shaking it to the point where her breasts almost fell out of her brown bikini top.

The exchange was gradually wearing down both women, but Sable came back with another forearm, this time to the side of Ms. Liberty’s head, just as she had delivered to start the mêlée. The strike sent Ms. Liberty reeling, her arms falling to her sides momentarily and allowing Sable to deliver another blow to the side of Ms. Liberty’s face.

This time Ms. Liberty staggered back toward the fans and just a few feet away from the older gentleman who had been cheering for her throughout. He continued to yell his encouragement up at Ms. Liberty as she stood shakily in front of where he was seated, but then Sable rushed in, cocked her arm far behind her and slammed her fist into Ms. Liberty’s gut with a brutal uppercut, doubling her over.

“AAAAWWWWWW!” howled the battered brunette as she dropped to one knee.

With her adversary now doubled over and in obvious pain, Sable strolled over to the older guy, seemingly determined to win him over to her side.

“You’re cute!” she purred before again planting a big, wet kiss directly on his lips.

As before, he was stunned, but Sable then continued the flirtation by making him an offer as she stroked his cheek.

“You’re so cute in fact, that after I win this match, I may just take you home with me!”

But despite the attention, the gentleman refused to change sides, voicing his support the floundering Ms. Liberty.

“You’re cute too. But that doesn’t change the fact that Ms. Liberty is going to beat you!”

The declaration drew a chuckle from the fans around him and caused Sable to scowl angrily back at him. The laughter seemed to infuriate her even more, so she quickly turned her attention back toward Ms. Liberty, grabbing her by the hair and ripping her upright. Sable then pulled her over to where the man was seated, still ripping at her hair and handling her roughly, all for his benefit.

“So you really think she is going to beat me?” Sable growled at him, violently jerking Ms. Liberty’s head by the hair.

After the man nodded his head however, Sable lifted her leg and slammed her knee into Ms. Liberty’s gut, dropping her to her knees as the veteran howled in pain.

“BBBAAAAWWWHHHH!”

Still clutching tightly onto her hair, Sable then ripped Ms. Liberty onto her feet, and as she rose, began to drag her toward ringside, gaining momentum before finally slamming Ms. Liberty’s face down onto the ring apron.

The future grandmother’s face mashed against the mat before her head shot back up, Sable repeating the move until Ms. Liberty collapsed to one knee at ringside, her thoughts muddled from the collisions as her arm fell onto the ring apron to hold herself up. With her opponent momentarily incapacitated, Sable then rushed over to her son and helped him up, the two embracing before they walked over to Ms. Liberty, together. As Sable again grabbed the veteran by the hair and pulled her onto her feet, Chinchilla grabbed hold of Ms. Liberty’s legs and lifted them up, dumping them onto the ring apron before finally stepping away.

With the angry crowd growing increasingly more vocal, Sable climbed back up and stood alongside the fallen Ms. Liberty, sending a vicious kick into her gut which drew an angst-ridden howl from her fallen foe while rolling her beneath the ropes and back into the ring. Sable then hopped over the top rope, surprisingly spry for a woman who had taken so much punishment. But she then grabbed hold of Ms. Liberty’s wrist, dragging her toward the center of the ring before spreading her apart several feet from the corner.

With her son cheering her on, Sable then marched toward the corner and climbed the ropes, gingerly balancing herself after ascending to the top rope in the corner. Facing in toward the ring, she stared down at Ms. Liberty, who was still sprawled apart below her. The crowd was incensed, jeering loudly as they again anticipated a pin, though this time, they were not looking forward to it.

Spreading her arms overhead as the spotlights glistened off of her slender, sweaty body, Sable smirked arrogantly before finally leaping forward. She descended down toward her target, but as she drew closer, Ms. Liberty abruptly rolled her legs in toward her body, folding herself into a ball as Sable’s ribcage slammed against the veteran’s shins. The landing was brutal and drew a horrific howl of pain from the bikini clad warrior as she rolled onto her side, clutching her aching ribs. The crowd erupted, amazed at Ms. Liberty’s resilience and praising her effort as the veteran sat upright, leaning back against the ropes as her arms spread out across the middle rope on either side of her body.

Sable continued to roll on her back, clutching her aching ribs as Ms. Liberty turned and looked out into the crowd. She saw the older man at ringside and gave him a pained smile, but then surveyed the rest of the faces, trying still to spot her ex-husband. Despite the brutality of the match, she nonetheless remembered his promise to come and see her wrestle, a promise she had hoped he would keep. But even though the fans had continued to support to her throughout the match, Ms. Liberty desperately wanted to see HIS face and feel HIS support. But as the action in the ring had now slowed to a crawl, Ms. Liberty’s ex husband was nowhere in sight.

As she continued to recover however, Ms. Liberty was unaware that her ex-husband was actually in significantly worse shape than she was. He had planned to come and watch the match, but stopped on the way to the arena to see Elektra, another wrestler from the Veteran’s Division. He and Elektra had been seeing each other for some time, carrying on an affair during his long marriage to Ms. Liberty which continued to this day, unbeknownst to Ms. Liberty.

After stopping at Elektra’s apartment, the two decided to have a quick romp before he left. But in the middle of their love making, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and within seconds, had collapsed on top of her. Elektra tried to revive him before calling 911, so as Ms. Liberty sat in the corner of the ring and tried to get up, little did she know that paramedics were trying desperately to save her ex-husband’s life!

After realizing that he wasn’t in the arena, but completely unaware of what was happening to him, Ms. Liberty held onto the rope as she gradually got back to her feet. Sable was still suffering near the corner, so after getting back up, Ms. Liberty stumbled over to her, reaching down to grab hold of her wrists before dragging her to the center of the ring so that Chinchilla could not interfere. She then dropped Sable’s arms, leaving her lying on her back before hobbling over to the center of her fallen foe. Lifting her leg, Ms. Liberty then stomped down on Sable’s midsection, pounding the sole of her red, wrestling boot into the sweaty skin on Sable’s bare stomach.

With her body recoiling, Sable then fell back to the mat as Ms. Liberty sent another boot down toward her torso, this time stomping at her tortured ribcage. Sable squealed in pain, her body flinching as she rolled onto her side, the crowd cheering for the exhausted but upright brunette. Wiping the sweat from her brow, Ms. Liberty then decided to end the match once and for all, dropping to her knees alongside Sable’s arm before falling across her body and pinning her shoulder to the mat.

Once again the crowd leaped to their feet as the ref dove in and checked before slapping the mat. But after reaching a count of 2, he suddenly stopped counting, Sable having somehow managed to pry one of her shoulders up just enough avoid a pin. Frustrated, Ms. Liberty slapped the canvas in anger, but then rolled off of Sable, grabbing hold of her wrist and pulling her back onto her feet. She then forced her back against the side ropes, and with Sable seemingly defenseless, slammed a forearm into her chest. The blow knocked the slender woman back into the ropes, her arms flailing over them and hooking onto the top one to hold her up.

The crowd remained on their feet, continuing to cheer Ms. Liberty on as the brunette paused, her body wracked with pain as she caught her breath. She then limped away, looking out into the crowd a final time as she continued across the ring, stopping in the center. She then turned and faced her adversary, who was sagging off of the ropes and looking like she was finished. Wanting to ensure that Sable would no longer have the strength to resist a pin, Ms. Liberty decided on one final attack. Pausing once more to take a deep breath, she then rushed towards the ropes on the opposite side of the ring from where Sable was planted. Ms. Liberty turned as she hit the ropes, using them as propulsion to carry her swiftly across the ring.

But Chinchilla, the old man’s cane in hand, suddenly reached into the ring and hooked Ms. Liberty’s ankle just as she ricocheted off of the cables. Not noticing the underhanded intervention, Ms. Liberty abruptly lost her balance and fell forward, crashing face first to the mat, unable to break her fall. She landed hard on her chest, a sharp pain shooting through her upper body as the crowd angrily jeered, Chinchilla smiling outside of the ring.

Watching, Sable realized the opportunity her son had just handed to her and pushed herself off of the ropes, hobbling over to her fallen foe. She kicked Ms. Liberty in the side, causing her to roll onto her back, and then dove down on top of her, spreading her body across Ms. Liberty’s shoulders to pin them to the canvas. With a chorus of boos filling the arena, the ref dove down and checked Ms. Liberty’s shoulders before slapping the canvas. After he hit it once, Ms. Liberty planted her feet and prepared to bridge her back to roll Sable off of her, but Chinchilla quickly reached into the ring and grabbed hold of Ms. Liberty’s ankles, out of sight of the referee who was busy monitoring the pin.

As the ref slapped the mat a second time, Ms. Liberty tried to thrust her hips upward, but Chinchilla pulled on her legs, preventing the attempt and blocking her ability to escape. Unable to roll Sable off of her, Ms. Liberty was helpless as the ref slapped the mat a third time, calling for the bell as the crowd went crazy, screaming their objections. Chinchilla meanwhile quickly released Ms. Liberty’s ankles and ducked below the ring apron and out of the ref’s sight, scooting around to the opposite side as the fans screamed at the ref, informing him of the interference.

With Sable still perched atop the defeated brunette, the ref listened to the fans protests and quickly glanced outside of the ring, but saw Chinchilla standing in the opposite corner, having successfully snuck away. He continued to call for the bell, and as it rang, waved his arms in the air to signal that the match was over.

Furious, Ms. Liberty finally bridged her back and rolled Sable off of her, the deceitful winner rolling out of the ring and into the arms of her adoring son. As the two celebrated, Ms. Liberty rushed to her feet and shouted at the ref, but he ignored her, pointing out to Sable to declare her the winner. Trying desperately to convince the ref that she was cheated, Ms. Liberty failed in her attempt as the ref climbed out of the ring, leaving her standing there alone as the fans began to toss debris up into it in anger.

Devastated, Ms. Liberty threw up her arms in frustration before dropping to her knees, exhausted and defeated. Sable had her first win in the Veteran’s Division, despite how that win was attained, leaving Ms. Liberty with yet another loss, though she was clearly undeserving of this one.

Sable and Chinchilla meanwhile escaped into the locker room, the fans screaming their disgust at them along the way. Ms. Liberty meanwhile remained on her knees in the center of the ring, mourning one loss, and not yet aware of another she had just suffered. As the ref was slapping at the 3 count, paramedics were meanwhile pounding on her ex-husband’s chest in a desperate attempt to save his life. Their attempts however were just as fruitless as Ms. Liberty’s attempt to overturn her defeat.

THE END

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