Ms. Liberty vs. Barbara

I was delighted to get the phone call from my Aunt Madeleine, inviting me to dinner. I hadn’t seen in her about 2 months and I was really looking forward to catching up with her and seeing what was new in her life, especially in her wrestling life.

I arrived at the restaurant on time, only to find that she had already arrived and was waiting for me at the bar. She gave me a great, big hug and a kiss on the cheek before we were escorted to our table. We began with the usual chit chat, but that only lasted a minute or two before I turned the subject to wrestling.

“So, have you had any matches since we last spoke?” I asked.

She went on to tell me about the Bikini Wrestler of the Year Contest and how she had finished in second place in the voting for the veteran’s division. I didn’t bother ask who finished first, knowing quite well that Elektra was the winner. Aunt Madeleine had wrestled against Elektra for the title and beaten her, even though she sustained a broken arm in the process. She then lost the title to Cocoa, a mammoth woman, who still wore the Veteran’s Division title to this day.

She then told me how she was eliminated in the battle royale to determine who would face Elektra for the bikini wrestler title. I didn’t press her for details, but judging by the smirk on her face and the awkward pause during her description, I knew that something had gone wrong. But she quickly changed the subject as a smile crossed her face when she told me that she had also been voted in the top 5 in terms of popularity for all of the women wrestlers in the Female fight Fiction Wrestling Association. I was proud of her, and could tell that she was proud of herself as well.

“So what’s next?” I asked, hoping that I would get the chance to see her in action once again soon.

She didn’t disappoint, asking me to help her arrange her next match. A few months ago she had asked me to assist her with her bookings, but since we hadn’t discussed it any further beyond that, I had let the subject drop. But now she was ready to get back in the ring, and was soliciting my help to do so.

“I really need my next match to be a good one. I want to try and earn another shot at the title, but before I can do that, I need to get a couple of good matches under my belt. So I was wondering if you would mind arranging a meeting with the matchmaker and try to get me booked on a wrestling card sometime soon. I don’t really care who I wrestle, I just want to face a worthy opponent against whom, if I win, it will help me achieve my goal of getting one step closer to a title match. Can you help me?” I hesitated; surprised that she was asking me to take on so much responsibility for her career. She was basically leaving the responsibility of negotiating whom her next opponent would be with me. I thought about it for a moment, but then wondered how her husband would feel about it. Aunt Madeleine’s husband was vehemently against her wrestling anymore, and had warned her not to do it. Though he was her biggest fan many years ago, he no longer wanted her to wrestle, fearing that she was too old and might get hurt.

“He doesn’t know, and I’d like to try and keep it that way.” she answered.

But I pursued it, asking what would happen if he found out that she was wrestling again.

“Well, we talked about it and I have a feeling that if he finds out that I'm wrestling .... well let's just say he wouldn't be happy. But don’t worry, he won’t find out. And if he does, it is my decision and I will live with consequences of it.” she concluded defiantly.

I, on the other hand really enjoyed watching her wrestle and although felt uncomfortable in helping Aunt Madeleine do something that was against her husband’s wishes, decided to assume the role she asked me to assume. So with that roadblock now out of the way, I tried to press her for some preferences in terms of her next match, but she was little help, telling me that anyone in the association was okay and that she trusted me to take care of it.

I agreed and we went on to finish our meal. Once we were done she asked if we could go for a drink, but I had to tell her that I had already made other plans. The truth was, I had a date, though I didn’t necessarily want her to know that. You see, Aunt Madeleine (not a blood relative) and I had something strange going on between us. Even though she was old enough to be my mother, I had a definite attraction to her, mostly due to my fascination with her being a professional wrestler. And there was no mistaking that Aunt Madeleine was attracted to me as well. But I had so far successfully avoided the temptation to take our relationship to another level, and was desperately trying to keep it that way. She looked disappointed, but nonetheless gave me another kiss on the cheek and hug before I turned and left, promising to call her as soon as I had some news.

The next day I called the wrestling association and arranged a meeting with the matchmaker. Beforehand I got all of my information together and prepared my argument, trying to determine the opponent who would be best for my aunt. I felt confident going in since, after all, Ms. Liberty was a former champion, runner up in the bikini contest voting and top 5 in terms of popularity. But as I sat down with the matchmaker and laid out my case, his reaction caught me off guard.

“Listen, you seem like a nice kid, but let me set you straight. Yeah, Ms. Liberty won the title, but that’s only cause she got lucky. Elektra broke her arm in that fight, and almost broker her neck. In fact, every time Ms. Liberty steps into the ring, no one is ever really sure if she’s gonna be able to leave under her own power. I gotta admit that she shocked me when she got so many votes in the bikini contest and that she got so many votes in the popularity poll, but kid, she ain’t exactly our star attraction!” I sat there stunned. He was being incredibly blunt, and though some of what he said was true, I was obligated to argue in her defense. After a little give and take, he finally made me an offer for her next match.

“I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do. There’s this woman named Barbara, she’s only been wrestling for a few months, but the fans love her. In fact, she finished on top in the popularity poll, 4 spots above Ms. Liberty. She’s alot younger than your girl, but she’s still a little green and alot smaller than Ms. Liberty. It shouldn’t be too difficult a fight for Ms. Liberty, if she comes prepared, but if she don’t ……. “ I understood what he was saying. I had seen Barbara wrestle before. She was cute, in great shape and definitely younger than my aunt, but she was also very inexperienced, a factor than a veteran wrestler like Ms. Liberty could surely take advantage of.

“The fans are gonna be pulling for the kid, so if Ms. Liberty can beat her, it’ll definitely raise her profile. But if she loses …..” Again he seemed to be issuing a warning at the end, but I wasn’t very concerned. Ms. Liberty would be ready, so we agreed that the match would appear on the card scheduled in 3 weeks time. We shook hands and I left his office, happy that I had arranged the perfect match for Ms. Liberty.

When I got home I planned to call Aunt Madeleine, but she had already left a message for me on my answering machine saying that she would be at the FFF gym to begin training for the match and was hoping I could meet her there at about 8:00 PM. Excited to see her reaction, I did just that, arriving at 8:00. I walked in and did not see her, but her friend Lace saw me and walked over, giving me a hug. We chatted for a few minutes and she told me that Aunt Madeleine was in the locker room getting changed. She then leaned over and whispered to me.

“Um … I hope you aren’t upset, but I’m training Barbara now. Madeleine kind of started training her a few months ago but then walked out on her, so I decided to step in. And since Barbara’s next match is against Madeleine …. Well ….. I hope you don’t mind. After all, I wouldn’t want you to be mad at me!” she said, the last sentence purred in a sexy voice as she grabbed hold of my face.

She turned to walk away, but stopped and looked back at me once more.

“Oh, and you better tell Madeleine to be ready. Me and Barbara have been at it for over 2 hours already tonight and we’re still working while Madeleine barely worked up a sweat!”

I was kind of stunned as she walked away. Lace was one of Aunt Madeleine’s best friends and it seemed really odd that she would be helping her opponent get ready for a match. I wasn’t sure if Aunt Madeleine even knew about this, but I was about to find out as she walked out of the locker room.

She looked a bit annoyed as I gave her a kiss and grabbed her gym bag, carrying it for her as we walked out. We stood in front of the gym for a moment before she asked me if we could take a walk. I agreed and we headed toward the park.

“You seem annoyed Aunt Madeleine, is there something bothering you?” I asked.

“First of all, I thought we agreed you wouldn’t call me AUNT Madeleine anymore!” she said before laughing. “It’s nothing, just a little tension in the gym, I’ll tell you about it later. So anyway, how did you do? Did you get a match for me?”

I quickly realized that Aunt Madeleine ... um Madeleine ...didn’t know anything about her upcoming match. I stopped for a second as we sat down on a bench in the park, wondering if my news would increase the tension she had said she experienced.

“Well, I got you a match and I think it’s a good one for you. You will be wrestling in 2 weeks and your opponent will be Barbara!”

I waited for a reaction, but she was quiet, a quizzical expression on her face as if there was a million thoughts running through her head. I could tell the choice of opponents had come as a surprise, but couldn’t yet tell if it was a good surprise or a bad one! Gradually though her expression changed and it was obvious that she was beginning to piece together some of the things she had just seen in the gym. Finally I couldn’t wait any longer and asked her to tell me what she was thinking about.

“It’s all starting to make sense. Let me start at the beginning. A few months ago I was asked to work with Barbara and Flora to help them along. Barbara was quite willing, so she and I began to train together. Her match against Flora didn’t go quite as planned, and as you know, that led to my match against Flora. Anyway, after that I continued to work with Barbara to prepare for her next match. But that was right at the same time I was preparing for my own match against Cocoa. I couldn’t help Barbara and get ready for her match and also get ready for my match against Cocoa at the same time, so I told Barbara that I needed to take a break a for a little while. I thought she understood, but when I saw her in the gym tonight, the first time I’ve seen her in awhile, she didn’t even say hello. In fact, she kind of sneered at me.”

She paused to think for a moment, but then went on with her story.

“I thought it was kind of odd that she was also working out with Lace. As you know, Lace and I are old friends, but we had a bit of a disagreement during the bikini wrestler match. You see Lace, myself and The Babe agreed that whichever of us finished highest in the bikini contest voting, the other two would help her survive The Gauntlet. Well I finished in second place and Lace in third, but during the battle royale, she started going after me and eventually was the reason I was eliminated.”

I started to understand what was going on here, but Aunt Madeleine continued anyway.

“You know, I knew that Lace was jealous that I got more votes than she did in the bikini contest and that’s why she went back on her word. But now it’s obvious that she is even more jealous than I thought. And the fact that I made the top 5 in the popularity poll and she only finished in 6th place is probably making it even worse. So now she’s training Barbara to get even with me! It all makes sense to me now”.

I was surprised to hear all of the details, and a bit surprised at Lace. She seemed like such a nice woman, and a good friend, but jealousy had taken the place of friendship! I tried to console Madeline and let her know that none of that mattered.

“You know Aunt ... um I mean ... Madeleine ... it shouldn’t really matter if Lace is training Barbara, should it. You know that you can beat Barbara, don’t you?”

“Oh I’ll beat her alright, and afterward I’m going to challenge Lace and then beat her too!”

I could see the fire in her pretty brown eyes and knew that she now had the inspiration she needed to prepare for the match. Despite the fact that Barbara was 13 years her junior, Ms. Liberty was a skilled, seasoned wrestler and Barbara would be no match for her in the ring. But there was a nagging thought in the back of my mind, so I thought I would bring it up.

“There is one thing though. You started to train Barbara and spent time working with her. Did you teach her anything that she might be able to use against you?”

She thought about it for a minute before responding.

“No, I don’t think Barbara learned anything that would be a problem for me. But Lace on the other hand knows me about as well anyone. She knows my style, knows my strengths, knows my weaknesses. She’ll make sure that Barbara is well prepared, but the fact of the matter is, Barbara just is too inexperienced and not good enough to beat me!”

I was happy to hear the confidence in her voice and not very worried. We chatted for little while longer, but then finally got up and prepared to leave each other for the night. But before we left, she asked if I could meet her back at the gym in a next week at the same time, and I agreed.

The week passed and the night arrived when I was scheduled to meet Aunt Madeleine, but I ran into some problems and was an hour late to arrive. I walked into the gym and found it empty; empty with the exception of Barbara and Lace. Barbara looked exhausted as they went through their paces, sweating profusely as Lace kept working her hard. They didn’t notice me as I peeked my head into the gym so I took a seat in the waiting room, assuming that Madeleine was in the locker room and would be out shortly.

A wall separated the gym area from the waiting room so from my vantage point I could hear everything that was going on in the gym though they could not see that I was sitting there. For the next several minutes I heard Lace barking out instructions and the sound of bodies hitting the mat hard. Finally however the noise stopped and the two women apparently sat down just on the other side of the wall from where I was sitting as they began to discuss Barbara’s strategy for the match.

“Okay, good session.” Lace began. “We’re going to continue like this for the remaining two weeks. First we’ll work out for an hour and a half to build up your strength and stamina and then we’ll hit the mats to work on your wrestling technique, okay?”

I did not hear Barbara respond, but I assumed she was nodding her head to agree.

“So, you’ve trained with Ms. Liberty, you’ve seen her wrestle, tell me what you think are her strengths and weaknesses.” Lace asked.

“Well, she’s very experienced and is a very good wrestler.” Barbara replied. “She knows a great deal of holds and knows how to use them.”

Barbara paused, giving Lace the opportunity to jump in.

“Let me tell you a little about Ms. Liberty. First off, you’re absolutely right; she is a good wrestler and knows lots of holds. But she has some very obvious weaknesses so if you’re going to beat her; you need to know what those weaknesses are and how to exploit them. First off, her right arm has been injured before and is susceptible. Now I’m not saying that you should try and re-injure that arm, but you can certainly take advantage of that knowledge.”

I was surprised to hear Lace revealing these secrets to Barbara and continued to listen to hear what other advice she would give her new protégé’.

“Ms. Liberty is also notoriously slow. Her reflexes are not what they used to be and she is sort of plodding and sluggish. You on the other hand are very quick, so you’ve got to use that speed to your advantage. Keep moving, beat her to the punch. Make her chase you and when she does, attack before she can react.”

I wasn’t surprised by the second bit of advice. Ms. Liberty did not have the quickness of some of the other wrestlers and I had seen some of her opponents use that to their advantage against her.

“Another thing ... you will absolutely not get a quick pin against her. She is very resilient and her matches rarely end quickly. So you’ve got to be ready for a long match, don’t even bother to try and pin her early, it will just frustrate you. Be prepared to go the distance.”

Lace paused and I could almost see Barbara’s eyes opened wide and her head nodding as she listened intently to each and every word.

“There are things you can do to wear her down though. Physically you’re in much better shape than she is so use that to your advantage. Keep moving, make her run, make her chase you. Try and keep her moving too; whip her across the ring whenever you have the chance, make her expend energy. Attack her in the ribs and midsection whenever you can, pound on erh midsection. Take the wind out of her and slowly she’ll start to wear down. She’ll tire out long before you will if you play your cards right!"

Again this piece of advice was not a surprise. Barbara was certainly in great shape and Ms. Liberty did tend to tire easily. Their age difference also worked to Barbara’s advantage as well and Lace wanted to make sure Barbara used that fact to her advantage. But I knew that Ms. Liberty could take all that Barbara would have to give since I had seen her being near exhaustion in some of the matches and never give up!

“And finally, even though she outweighs you by a ridiculous amount, she’s not that strong. But you’ve still got to be smart. Don’t let her grab hold of you. Try to keep your distance until you see an opening, and then attack quickly. Try to get her on the mat and then work her over. Work on that arm, use leglocks to keep her off of her feet. If you keep her on the mat then she can’t use her size advantage against you.

” All of the advice made perfect sense and Lace had just given her student some very good advice about the most effective to wrestle against Ms. Liberty. The two of them got up and Barbara wrapped a towel around her neck, slipping on a pair of shorts, grabbing her gym bag and then rushing out the door. She smiled and said hello to me as she rushed past, Lace then peeking around the wall and noticing me.

“Oh, hello there. I guess you’re looking for Madeleine? She was here but left about an hour ago.”

I looked down at my watch and saw that it was well past the time I was supposed to meet her.

“Yeah, I’m late.” I replied, “Okay, good night.” I concluded before turning and heading for the door.

“Can I ask you a favor?”“Do you have a few minutes, I’d really like to talk to you.”

I wasn’t sure what she had in mind, but I thought it might be a good idea to hear what she had to say.

“We’re the last ones here so I’ve just got to lock up.”

With that she turned the lock on the door and closed the lights in the gym area. She then grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the locker rooms, directing me to take a seat just outside.

“I’d like to take a quick shower, would you mind waiting for 10 minutes?” she asked sweetly.

I nodded, curious to hear what she had to say. She then skipped into the ladies locker room and a minute or two later I heard the water running. About 10 minutes later the water was turned off, and a couple of minutes after that she called me to come inside. I was hesitant, not really crazy about walking into the women’s locker room, and she somehow sensed that.

“Oh come on, no one else is here!” she chided.

With that I stepped inside and was stunned by what I saw. Lace was standing there, her hands on her hips and wearing only a pair of purple, lace panties, water still dripping down her topless body. I stared for a moment before catching myself, having to lift my jaw up off of the floor.

She looked absolutely fabulous. Her large chest was incredible, especially for a 49 year old woman, and her thick body was well-toned and in great shape. She had a wide smile on her pretty face and delighted in my reaction.

“So ... what do you think?” she asked before raising her arms over her head as she put herself on display.

“VERY nice .... but I should probably go.” I replied before turning away.

“No, come on, don’t leave. I really do want to talk to you. Let me just put a sweatshirt on.”

With that she pulled a sweatshirt on to cover her bare top and took a seat on a bench, patting directly next to her to tell me to take a seat. I did as I stared at her, the sweatshirt drooping off of her right shoulder.

“Anyway, the reason I wanted to talk to you … well actually there are a couple of reasons. First, I’m sure you’ve heard about the problems between Madeleine and myself so I wanted to give you my side of the story. You see we made a deal before the bikini wrestler contest….”

I interrupted, telling her that Madeleine had already given me the details.

“Well, the deal we made was a mistake. I assumed that Elektra would win the bikini contest, but I also expected to be the runner up. I’ve been waiting a long time to get my hands on Elektra and I knew this would be my shot. I never imagined that Madeleine would come in 2nd in the voting, so when she did, I couldn’t help but do everything in my power to make sure that I still got my shot at Elektra. Unfortunately that meant going against the deal we made. The reality is that neither one of us was going to beat Elektra after having to survive for 15 minutes against 3 other women, but I knew that I had a better chance than Madeleine would. I should have never made that deal with her, but that’s the story.” she revealed.

“So then how come you’re now training Barbara and giving her tips on how to beat Madeleine?” I asked pointedly.

“Good question. Barbara is a nice girl who is trying to become a professional wrestler at the age of 40. She’s having a tough time, but not for lack of trying. She’s willing to work really hard but needs some help. Madeleine started to help her, but as soon as she won the title, she dumped Barbara like a hot potato. I didn’t think that was right so when Barbara approached me and asked for my help, I couldn’t say no. If she doesn’t win a match soon, she’s going to get tossed right out of wrestling. So the only thing I am doing is trying to help her get her first victory, it just so happens that her next opponent is Madeleine. It’s going to be hard enough for Barbara to win that match, even with my help, but it would impossible for her to win without it.”

I sat and listened and saw that Lace seemed sincere. Though I still didn’t agree with what she was doing, I now at least understood her motivation for doing it. I wasn’t quite sure what to say, so I got up and Lace stood up with me.

“One more thing” she then said, moving closer so that her body was now pressed right up against mine. “Is there anything going on between you and Madeleine?”

The question was direct and I kind of assumed what the motivation was for asking it.

“No, there’s nothing going on between us.” I replied.

“Well then ... I am very interested in you. Maybe you can come to my next match and watch me wrestle. Or better still, maybe we can go out sometime and get to know each better.”

She then stroked the hair on the back of my head with one hand while staring up at me with her pretty, inviting eyes.

“Maybe.”, I replied with a smile before turning and walking away, trying to hide my erection as I did so.

I unlocked the door, stepped outside and walked down the street before pausing, a sly smile on my face. But I then thought about Aunt Madeleine and how she would react to this encounter, deciding that it would probably be best not to let her know about it.

Another week passed, and with Ms. Liberty’s match just a week away now, I got a call from the matchmaker informing me of a slight change of plans.

“Listen kid, Ms. Liberty’s match is gonna take place at the fairgrounds at 2:00 on Saturday afternoon, not in the arena on Saturday night as scheduled. We got the opportunity to host our card at the State Fair, so make sure she knows about it will ya?”

I agreed and hung up, wondering how Aunt Madeleine would react. The state fair was always well attended so there was the potential to have several hundred fans watching her match, something I knew that she would enjoy. But it was also held entirely outdoors in early July, a time of year in our parts known for strong sun, high temperatures and lofty humidity. When I called her to tell her about it, she seemed to be okay though she did say she would much rather be wrestling in an air conditioned arena than outdoors on a hot, summer day.

When the day finally arrived, the weather turned out to be pretty much as expected. Temperatures were in the upper 80’s, humidity was in the low 80% range and the sun was shining brightly; not exactly the ideal conditions for an outdoor wrestling match. I began to think that the weather might actually have an affect on the outcome of the match, if anything, working to Barbara’s advantage. Being younger, smaller and probably in the better shape physically, her body was more well prepared for the heat than Aunt Madeleine’s, but I also knew that Ms. Liberty had a clear advantage in most every other way.

I arrived at the fairgrounds alone since Aunt Madeleine had asked me to meet her there. Again, her husband was not aware that she was involved in yet another wrestling match and certainly would not have approved. I waited outside the tent that was set-up as the wrestlers changing area, and a few minutes later, Aunt Madeleine arrived. I greeted her near the tent’s entrance and she smiled widely upon seeing me, grabbing my hand and pulling me aside.

“Not exactly the kind of weather I was hoping for!” she exclaimed with a chuckle before smiling calmly.

“I don’t think the weather will make a difference.” I replied, trying to keep her confidence level high.

“I hope you're right! Well, wish me luck!” she said before moving closer and surprisingly pressing her lips to mine.

We kissed for a few seconds, her lips soft as her body pressed against mine. I felt an immediate erection before she backed away, a shy smile on her reddened face. Without a word she then walked into the tent and I went to take my seat. I sat in the first row in the corner seat, directly below Ms. Liberty’s corner and sitting directly across from me was Lace, sitting below Barbara’s corner and winking at me as I took my seat. The crowd gradually filtered in over the next half hour and as match time arrived, at least 300 or so people filled all of the available seats with a few more standing behind them. The two women then quietly made their way down to the ring and climbed into it, Ms. Liberty standing above me in her corner, turning to smile down at me. Barbara made her way up into the ring as well, skipping spryly but looking quite nervous. She was perspiring and had a nervous half smile on her pretty face, wearing a orange wrestling boots and a matching bikini that showcased her nicely toned body.

Barbara had worked hard with Lace over the past few weeks and the results were quite obvious. Though petite in stature, her midsection was tight with a hint of rippling, her arms lithe but also a hint of muscle on them and her legs shapely and fit looking. Her long, curly brown hair blew as a breeze whisked by, a slight hint of relief on her face as she tried to cool off.

An announcer then quieted the crowd, welcomed them to a day of women’s wrestling and then introduced the fighters. Barbara was announced first, her stats including a height of only 5’ 4” and weighing a svelte 120 pounds. She received a very loud ovation making it easy to see why she was voted the most popular wrestler.

Ms. Liberty was announced next, her 2 inch height advantage and 55 pound weight advantage a fact that stood out with the crowd. She received a cordial response from the crowd, but it was obvious that the majority were rooting for her younger foe. Wearing red and white wrestling boots, a royal blue spandex one-piece outfit with red and white adornments, Ms. Liberty’s voluptuous body was squeezed tightly into it. The strap from halter top wrapped around the back of her neck allowing the pinkish white skin of her shoulders and most of her back to be revealed. There was a “V” sliced down the middle of her unitard, allowing a reasonable amount of dove white her abundant bosom to peer out from beneath it.

Shaking her arms and legs in her corner, Ms. Liberty seemed calm and collected, quite contrary to Barbara’s nervous energy. The younger woman’s nerves rose quickly as the bell rang, but she gathered her composure and quickly took off, circling the ring as Ms. Liberty also made her way forward, though much more slowly. Barbara skipped around her, studying each of Ms. Liberty’s moves as she waited for an opening. Her golden skin glistened under the bright sun, perspiring as the sun further tanned her already tanned skin.

Ms. Liberty seemed willing to be patient as Barbara continued to skip around her, not showing any sign yet of moving closer. She completed a second revolution of the ring, seemingly following Lace’s advice to stay away and wait for the right opportunity. The crowd began to grow a bit impatient however, and Barbara took their cue, moving in and darting toward her older adversary. Ms. Liberty lunged for her, but Barbara ducked below her clutches and skipped to the other side of the ring before again circling, in no rush to begin the fight.

Still patient, Ms. Liberty stood in the center of the ring, circling to follow Barbara’s torrid pace, but not budging from her spot. Again Barbara briskly circled the ring, completing another revolution and a half before taking a step toward Ms. Liberty, only to whisk back and continue to circle.

The sun was beating down on both of them, Barbara perspiring even more heavily though I was surprised to see that Ms. Liberty was barely sweating at all. She seemed content to let Barbara come to her, even though the crowd began to boo. Barbara then stopped along the side ropes, bouncing two or three times off of them, trying to coax Ms. Liberty into a running match. But the seasoned grappler merely shook her head to indicate that she wasn’t falling for the ploy, so Barbara again took off, circling around her yet again.

Taking a deep breath as if to let out a sigh of exasperation, Ms. Liberty finally began to move toward Barbara and the younger woman followed her lead. But as Ms. Liberty lunged forward, Barbara quickly ducked beneath her arms, set herself behind the brunette and grabbed hold of her wrist, wrenching her right arm back behind her back in a hammerlock.

Letting out a loud grunt, Ms. Liberty’s back arched as she adjusted her weight to try and ease the pressure on the hold. I remembered Lace’s words to Barbara when they were training together, “her right arm has been injured before and is susceptible”, and with an anguished expression on her face, my Aunt Madeleine was proving that advice to be correct. The hold seemed to be hurting her more than it should have been, and Barbara knew it. Keeping the pressure on, she continued to twist on the arm as Ms. Liberty struggled to break free. But with Barbara carefully set behind her, there was little she could do but hold on.

Looking toward her corner, Barbara sought advice from Lace, who mouthed the words “chain wrestle” to her. I wasn’t the most knowledgeable person about wrestling terms, but I knew that chain wrestling meant stringing together a series of moves. Barbara followed that advice and adjusted her grip to try and wrench Ms. Liberty’s arm out to her side, but the veteran took advantage by quickly reaching back, grabbing Barbara by the back of her head and flipping her to the mat.

In midair Barbara pushed her chin into her chest, causing her back to curl so that as she landed her momentum allowed her to roll forward and quickly jump to her feet, long before Ms. Liberty could mount an attack. Instead I watched as Aunt Madeleine stood there holding her arm with a grimace on her face. Though I’m sure the hold was painful, she seemed to be feeling the affects much more than I thought she should have and that brief delay proved costly to her.

Quickly charging in, Barbara again snatched Ms. Liberty’s right wrist with both hands, this time twisting herself beneath it until the spandex clad brunette was hunched over, her arm twisted out to her side in a painful, side arm bar. Again she grunted loudly as Barbara worked to apply more pressure to her aching limb, twisting it as hard as she could. Glancing over at Lace, Barbara saw her raise one hand and pound on it with the other, Barbara nodding before she slammed her fist down into Ms. Liberty’s twisted, extended and vulnerable arm.

The shot bent the veteran’s arm painfully and she stomped the mat with one foot as her head jerked back and forth, the blow obviously painful to her. Barbara was well aware of the damage she was doing, and again slammed her fist down into the injured appendage, this time knocking Ms. Liberty down onto one knee as her head fell backward and her pretty face contorted in pain.

I glanced over at Lace myself and couldn’t help but notice a satisfied expression on her face. She was proud of Barbara so far, and happy with the way the match was going. Barbara didn’t disappoint her, giving another agonizing twist on Ms. Liberty’s bulky arm, wrenching it even further. My Aunt’s groans grew more animated and pained, but the crowd was cheering over her agony, rooting on the woman they had voted “most popular wrestler”.

With Ms. Liberty still on one knee, Barbara tugged even harder on the arm, yanking it away from Ms. Liberty’s body before she drove her boot forward, slamming it into Ms. Liberty’s exposed ribs. My injured aunt slumped forward as Barbara released her arm, allowing her head to fall forward as she grabbed her aching limb and held onto it.

I have to admit that I was surprised at the result so far, but it was still very early and I knew that Aunt Madeleine would soon mount a comeback. But Barbara seemed well schooled and went right back to work, Charging up behind Ms. Liberty, grabbing hold of both wrist while shoving her foot forward and planting it between her shoulder blades. Barbara then drove her foot forward while pulling back on both arms, causing my aunt’s back to arch awkwardly as both arms were ripped backward.

Still on one knee, I looked up as Ms. Liberty’s large chest protruded forward, her cleavage now displayed even further as the front of her body was spread apart. Barbara kept driving her foot forward, stretching Ms. Liberty apart in the process. Finally though, after giving the crowd a good view of my aunt’s stretched body and protruding chest, she dropped her arms and removed her foot from her back. But before Ms. Liberty could react at all, Barbara rushed backward, bounced off of the ropes and reached forward, leaping upward before landing a brutal dropkick directly between Ms. Liberty’s shoulderblades.

The blow knocked her to the mat face first, Ms. Liberty’s body quivering from the landing as Barbara rolled over and quickly jumped onto the large patch of bare skin on her back. Moving quickly she got herself up into a kneeling position, digging one knee into Ms. Liberty’s back while reaching forward and again grabbing hold of her wrists. She then pulled on each arm so that they crossed each other directly in front of Ms. Liberty’s face. Barbara then yanked backward, pulling on Ms. Liberty’s arms so that they were actually digging into her won throat. The incredible move forced Ms. Liberty’s body to roll backward as her chest lifted off of the canvas and her arms were cross crossed over her neck while being ripped backward.

The crowd leaped to their feet and roared, Lace joining with them, as Ms. Liberty’s face grew bright red and her body arched painfully. She tried to kick her legs below her, but that did little more than make some noise, Barbara now tying her up like a pretzel as she applied more pressure to her back and arms.

I was stunned, seeing such a newcomer to the wrestling ring so easily taking over on an accomplished veteran wrestler like my aunt. Either Ms. Liberty had trained her well, though judging from her performance after their training session, that didn’t appear to be the case. More likely it was Lace who had made a big difference in Barbara’s performance during their three weeks in training together and Ms. Liberty was now suffering as a result. To add insult to injury, the crowd was on their feet cheering for the popular wrestler, loving every minute of her newfound prowess.

The agonizing hold was kept in place for quite awhile longer until finally, Barbara released her arms, allowing Ms. Liberty to flop back to the canvas. Her arms fell to the mat over her head as Barbara remained perched on top of her back, quickly spinning her body and now facing Ms. Liberty’s legs.

Just as she had folded Ms. Liberty’s arms, Barbara now began to do the same, criss-crossing Ms. Liberty’s legs over each other. But before she could secure the hold, Ms. Liberty bucked her legs as hard as she could, causing Barbara to stumble over and fall back toward Ms. Liberty’s shoulders. The veteran then rolled onto her side, forcing Barbara off of her as she slowly got to one knee.

Barbara rose more quickly and rushed over to Ms. Liberty as she got to one knee, grabbing her from the crux of her arm and pulling her up. As Ms. Liberty rose onto both feet however, she quickly launched a knee up into Barbara’s midsection, slowing her momentum. Doubling over, Barbara wrapped her arms around her belly for a moment but then pushed herself upright as Ms. Liberty moved in.

With her face red and her body now perspiring, my aunt seemed a bit surprised at the results so far. Her body had been tugged, stretched and twisted only a few minutes into the match, a result she could not have envisioned when she made her way toward the ring. But Barbara had come a long way, and as Ms. Liberty approached, she quickly turned and fired her foot forward, driving a hard Karate kick into my aunt’s belly.

The blow folded Ms. Liberty in half as she bellowed a puff of air. Barbara wasted no time however, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her quickly over to the side ropes. She forced her back against them, clutching her by the wrist with hand and then pushing her from behind with the other. Charging forward, Barbara pulled her half way across the ring before shooting her forward, Ms. Liberty barreling into the ropes before shooting off of them.

With her chest bouncing up and down with each step she took, Ms. Liberty tried to prepare for the impending attack, but Barbara was too quick, stepping aside before delivering a roundhouse kick to Ms. Liberty’s ribs. With a loud OOFFFF!, Ms. Liberty again doubled over, the blow really hurting her. Barbara rushed up in front of her and tried to secure a grip on her arm, but Ms. Liberty remained hunched over, reaching forward and grabbing Barbara by the back of her thigh. Using her grip she then forced Barbara to fall down onto her back while still clutching tightly onto her leg.

Landing hard, Barbara’s long, curly hair scattered above her head as her arms fell alongside it. The crowd began to boo, now fully supporting Barbara for whom they were growing increasingly impressed. Their boos were at the expense of my aunt, herself a popular wrestler though apparently not as much so when wrestling against this particular opponent.

With Barbara’s leg trapped in her clutches, Ms. Liberty paused to take a few deep breaths. This much smaller woman had really delivered an effective attack on her so far, but with her now flat on her back, the veteran finally had the chance to catch her breath. Adjusting her grip, she grabbed hold of Barbara's calf, lifting her leg up into the air to expose the back of her thigh. Ms. Liberty then sent a hard stomp forward onto the vulnerable shank, and then a second.

Barbara squirmed below her, trying to wriggle free, using her free leg to try and kick up at her attacker. Ms. Liberty however avoided the attempts, sending a third stomp into the back of her thigh before reaching down to grab hold of her other leg. As she did however, Barbara slashed her free leg across, striking the brunette across her forearms and forcing her to break her grip.

Taking advantage, Barbara rolled over toward the side ropes, grabbing hold of them and using them to help her get back to her feet. She was favoring the stomped limb as she stood upright, Ms. Liberty plodding toward her. Barbara was able to hop away however, sliding along the ropes and around the ring to keep herself out of Ms. Liberty's clutches. With the crowd cheering her on, Barbara studied Ms. Liberty as she moved, looking for an opportunity to attack while also ensuring that she protected herself.

Ms. Liberty began to move toward her again, stalking Barbara and ready to mix it up. As she approached, Barbara ducked away from her grasp, scooting across the ring. Ms. Liberty turned, and as she did, Barbara raced toward her, her arm extended as she delivered a running clothesline to Ms. Liberty's chest. The blow was hard enough to force Ms. Liberty to stumble back against the ropes, but not nearly strong enough to knock her down. But Barbara quickly rushed in, set herself in front of the brunette veteran and lifted her knee into Ms. Liberty's gut.

My aunt folded in half, Barbara grabbing her bowed head in a side headlock to keep her bent that way. Ms. Liberty tried to reach up and grab hold of Barbara in any way she could, but her younger foe countered her attempt by yanking on her head, wrenching Ms. Liberty's neck in the process. Still trapped in the headlock, Ms. Liberty continued to struggle, now lifting her right arm out to her side, almost as if she was imitating an airplane, trying to keep her balance.

I have to admit I was quite impressed by Barbara so far. This was a 40 year old woman with only a couple of pro wrestling bouts under her belt, yet here she was dominating a 25 year veteran, and looking great while doing so. Her fit body was working hard, the sun dancing off of her wet, tanned skin as her long, curly hair breezed about her head with each move she made. After jerking Ms. Liberty around a bit longer, she finally hauled her toward the corner before pushing her back into it. As Ms. Liberty's back fell against the turnbuckles, Barbara stood next to her and slammed a knee into Ms. Liberty's gut, prompting a loud OOFFFF from my tired, sweaty aunt.

But Barbara kept working, seizing her arm with both hands before dragging her forward at a fast pace. Racing toward the opposite corner, Barbara pulled Ms. Liberty halfway across the ring before tossing her forward, sending the bulky brunette barreling into the opposite corner. As Ms. Liberty's arms fell over the top rope and her head snapped backward, Barbara was right behind her, setting herself to the side once again and slamming another knee into Ms. Liberty's blue, spandex covered midsection.

"UUHHHH!" came the exasperated howl of the brunette veteran as Barbara again grabbed hold of her arm with both hands, following Lace's earlier instructions to the letter.

"Work on her midsection and ribs, take the wind out of her. Keep her moving, make her run, tire her out!"

Barbara was proving to be a great student who was showing that perhaps she simply needed a different teacher. Having had a dismal showing in the match she had against Flora, after her sessions with Ms. Liberty, she was now showing that she could in fact wrestle quite well after her sessions with Lace, and Ms. Liberty was so far the victim of that fact.

Trying to keep the action moving, again Barbara grabbed Ms. Liberty's arm with both hands, jerking her form the corner and charging forward before trying to launch her older, heavier opponent across the ring for the third time. But this time Ms. Liberty was able to plant her feet and halt the attempt, using her significant weight advantage. She was then able to reverse the attempt, tossing Barbara forward and sending her crashing into the corner. Barbara tried to push herself out of the corner, but before she could, Ms. Liberty jumped on her, landing on top of her with her large, sweaty frame.

Mashed back into the corner, Barbara dangled form the ropes as Ms. Liberty backed away, pressing her hands down onto Barbara's arms to keep them pinned to the top ropes. The two women were now chest to chest, their sweat soaked bodies pressed tightly against each other as Ms. Liberty began to use her considerable weight advantage to mash Barbara's petite frame. The crowd again began to boo as Barbara's head fell backward with each forward motion of the bulky veteran, slamming her body to crush Barbara.

Finally Ms. Liberty backed away, but kept Barbara's arms pinned against the top rope as the younger woman sagged from the corner. Ms. Liberty looked sluggish however, her pale skin now a deep pinkish tone form the effects of the sun. Her perspiration was acting like tanning oil, drawing the strong rays of the sun down onto her once pale skin. She then bowed her head, pressing it into Barbara's chest while reaching forward and wrapping her arms around the back of Barbara's thighs. With a rough tug she moved backward, causing Barbara's upper body to drop quickly to the canvas, the back of her head slamming against it as Ms. Liberty pulled up on her legs to upend her. With Barbara now looking up at her attacker, Ms. Liberty stared down at her, offering a hint of praise now that she was in control.

"You've learned well Barbara." she said with no hint of sarcasm.

But Barbara was not very receptive to the compliment, firing back up at her attacker.

"No thanks to you!" she shouted defiantly even though she was trapped in an extremely compromising position.

I could see my aunt's face sort of drop, stung by the harsh words of her former protégé'. Ms. Liberty sucked in a few breaths before rolling Barbara onto her stomach, keeping her arms wrapped tightly around Barbara's thighs. She then moved backward, her feet planted on either side of Barbara's ribs, straddling them as she looked down at Barbara's lower body, gradually curling her legs into a Boston Crab.

"Hold on Barbara!" shouted Lace from across the ring, trying to encourage not to give in to the painful submission hold.

But with her body curled backward and the pressure on her spine increasing, Barbara's shouts grew louder and more pained. She slapped the mat with her hands while lifting her head, her pretty face contorted in pain.

"Give up Barbara.” Ms. Liberty whispered down at her, warning her of more pain to come.

But the fit 40 year old refused, continuing to scream in pain but refusing to give in. Ms. Liberty showed little mercy, continuing to pull back on her legs, Barbara's taut body curving awkwardly. The crowd grew boisterous, really letting Ms. Liberty hear it as she tried to force a submission out of her former protégé'. But it became obvious, despite Barbara's squeals of pain that she was not going to give in so finally Ms. Liberty released the grip on her legs, allowing them to fall quickly back to the mat.

Pausing, Ms. Liberty remained perched atop Barbara with her legs straddling the prone wrestler's torso. Ms. Liberty then began to crouch a little bit, her large and nicely curved butt which was squeezed tightly into the blue spandex unitard she wore was now placed a foot or two over Barbara's lower back. But Ms. Liberty then dropped it straight down, driving the mass of skin onto Barbara's back, crushing her to the canvas in the process. Barbara howled as she reached around to grab her aching back, Ms. Liberty rolling down Barbara's legs and off of her, getting to her knees before again pausing to catch her breath.

The crowd continued to let her have it as Barbara remained face down, desperately trying to massage the aches and pains. As she did so, Ms. Liberty slowly got to her feet and again paused, breathing and sweating heavily. The expression on her face was proof of the intensity of the match as well as the physical toll it was taking on her, but after the short break, she reached down, clutching hold of Barbara's legs and hauling it up into the air before stepping across it with her leg. Before Ms. Liberty could snap the step over toe hold in place however, Barbara lurched herself upward, wrapping both arms around Ms. Liberty's head. With a very athletic move, she pulled down on Ms. Liberty's head forcing her to roll forward before landing on her back. As a result, Barbara ended up on top of the veteran, pinning her shoulders to the canvas with her hips.

The crowd leaped to their feet cheering as I watched the ref dive in and prepare to slap the mat. I could not believe the quick turnaround and wondered if this would be the end of the match, my Aunt Madeleine falling prey to a lightning fast and skillfully executed counter offensive. The ref slapped the mat once as Ms. Liberty squirmed to break free. He slapped it a second time, the veteran still unable to break free. But before he could hit the mat a third time, my aunt was just barely able to lift her left shoulder enough to stop the count.

Barbara was relentless though, grabbing both of Ms. Liberty's rolled up legs and forcing her shoulders back to the mat as a result. The crowd was now on their feet in anticipation of a pin as again the ref began to count, reaching two and a half before Ms. Liberty was finally able to buck her legs upward and force Barbara to roll off of her.

Using her momentum, Barbara rolled right back onto her feet as Ms. Liberty moved much more slowly, rolling onto her stomach before getting up onto all fours. As she knelt there shaking her head, Barbara, moving surprisingly spryly, rushed over and stomped her boot down into Ms. Liberty's back, knocking her to the mat again. She reached for the ropes, grabbing the middle one to help pull herself back up. But Barbara was on her quickly, pressing her hands over each of Ms. Liberty's ears and using the grip to pull her up by her head.

She then pushed Ms. Liberty toward the corner before adjusting her grip to grab hold of the veteran's short black hair. She then pulled back on aunt Madeleine's head before launching it forward, driving the veteran's face into the turnbuckle.

With her head bouncing off of the padded corner, Ms. Liberty's arms fell to her sides as her pretty, mashed face winced with pain. But Barbara was back in business now and quickly rushed up, ramming her shoulder into Ms. Liberty's bare, lower back, smashing her against the corner. She then backed away before lifting her shapely leg and delivering a stomp into the same area she had just rammed with her shoulder. Ms. Liberty was again driven to a painful collision, her large chest slamming against the top turnbuckle before Barbara spun her around and wedged her back into the corner.

As Ms. Liberty stared ahead at Barbara with forlorn eyes, her arms slipped over the top rope, Barbara bowed forward and drove her shoulder into my aunt's vulnerable gut.

"AAWWWW!" howled my aunt as her body began to wilt from the attack.

But Barbara kept the pressure on, stepping forward before pounding her forearm into my aunt's ample chest, causing it to flounce freely. With seemingly every muscle on Barbara's fit, wet body working, she finally paused, surveying the damage she had done.

My aunt drooped from the corner, her arms hanging limply over the ropes on either side of her body; her shoulders slouched, her chest hanging down flaccidly in front of her. The suns rays; intensified by the saturated reflection of her perspiration; had turned her once pale skin a bright pink as it continued to reflect off of her sopping wet body. Her short black hair was soaked as well and matted against her head. But perhaps the most disturbing of my observations was the distraught expression on her face as she gasped for air. This newcomer, the same woman she had been teaching to wrestle just a few weeks ago, was giving her an incredible working over.

But despite the dire situation, I somehow knew that Aunt Madeleine would find a way, some way, to stage a comeback. Barbara seemed determined to prevent that from happening however as she reached forward and grabbed hold of my aunt's wrist, twisting and pulling on her arm while at the same shoving her hand in aunt Madeleine's chest. Pushing and pulling at the same time, Barbara applied more pressure to the limb while keeping her pressed back into the corner. But Ms. Liberty was able to raise her other arm and with a sweeping motion, landed a closed fist punch to the side of Barbara's head.

Dropping her grip, Barbara backpedaled a step or two while reaching for the sore spot on the side of her head. Ms. Liberty used the opportunity to try and push herself out of the corner, but before she could advance, Barbara pummeled her in the chest with a forearm, knocking her back into the corner. Barbara rushed forward again, but was met with a knee to the midsection as Aunt Madeleine began to attempt an offensive. With Barbara hunched in front of her, Ms. Liberty lifted her arms overhead, joining her fists together in the process. But before she could drive her interlocked hands downward, Barbara barreled forward and rammed her shoulder into my aunt's exposed ribcage, once again forcing her back against the turnbuckles.

With her body quaking from the collision, Ms. Liberty had the presence of mind to wrap her arm around Barbara's bowed head, trapping her in a front headlock while slumping back against the ropes. Trying to keep her grip tight, Ms. Liberty was finally able to keep Barbara at bay, although her now trapped adversary continued her struggle to get free. Reaching forward she wrapped one arm around Ms. Liberty's waist and tried to squeeze tightly, but Ms. Liberty was able to wrench her head to the side, using the headlock adeptly.

On this hot and humid day, the match had been going on for some time now and both women were greatly fatigued as a result. So as the action finally ground to a temporary halt in the corner of the ring, the question I began to ask myself was, "Would Barbara's grueling training and conditioning sessions with Lace prove to be the deciding factor, or would my aunt's experience and proficiency in the ring be the deciding factor?" Though I thought I had known the answer to that question at the start of the match, I now began to debate it once more. Barbara had learned a great deal about wrestling in a short period of time and had been gradually wearing my aunt down. But could she keep it up as fatigue played a greater role in the fight. As I continued to debate the question in my head, the two women continued to struggle up in the ring above me.

Finally, after a long period of keeping Barbara contained, Ms. Liberty finally raised her free arm and rammed her elbow down into Barbara's back, knocking her to her knees. She then released the headlock while grabbing a handful of Barbara's long, curly hair, driving her knee forward while pulling Barbara's head toward it. The result was a thunderous THUD as Barbara's forehead struck Ms. Liberty's knee with great force, sending her faltering backward until she crashed to the canvas on her back before rolling onto her side, clutching her pounded face with both hands.

Again the crowd booed furiously as Barbara rolled on her back, Ms. Liberty paying little attention however while using the momentary advantage to try and recuperate. I could tell as I watched her try to stand straight in the corner that she had little left. Now was the time for her to try and end the match, and that was exactly what she did. She stepped forward before dropping to her knees, ending up kneeling alongside the still prone Barbara. She then leaned forward, pressing one hand down on Barbara before falling forward to press all of her weight down across Barbara's shoulders.

Weighing 175 pounds to Barbara's 120, I was sure that Aunt Madeleine's weight alone would be enough to prevent Barbara from kicking out. But as the ref slapped the mat once, Barbara abruptly arched her back while driving upward with her hips, launching Ms. Liberty off of her. The veteran rolled over Barbara's head and ended up on her side just a foot or two away. She began to get push herself upright, punching the mat in frustration as Barbara tried to quickly get to her feet as well.

The question I had just been asking myself began to be answered however as my aunt was moving very slowly, obviously exhausted. Barbara on the other hand was able to get up more quickly, her physically demanding conditioning sessions with Lace now paying dividends. So just as Ms. Liberty got to her feet, Barbara was able to rush her, grabbing two handfuls of her hair while launching her knee forward, driving it into Ms. Liberty's soft, blue spandex covered belly.

"OOFFFF!" groaned the tired veteran before Barbara shoved her back against the side ropes.

Ms. Liberty slumped against the cables on the side of the ring, but Barbara was immediately on her, slamming an overhand forearm down into her chest. Bowing forward, Ms. Liberty was quickly shoved upright again as Barbara cocked her arm and delivered a stiff jab straight into the veteran's solar plexus. The blow knocked whatever wind was left in Ms. Liberty's lungs right out of them as she again doubled over, only to be straightened up by Barbara yet again before she landed a vicious uppercut into Ms. Liberty's lower tummy.

Barbara had greatly picked up the pace, landing a series of quick and punishing blows to my depleted aunt. Her attack was especially impressive considering the grueling nature of such a long match under such brutal weather conditions. But her taut body was finely tuned and she was anxious to prove to everyone that she had become a force to be reckoned with in women's wrestling.

Grabbing the faltering Ms. Liberty by the wrist, Barbara then yanked her off of the ropes and began to run forward, hauling my exhausted aunt alongside her. She then tossed her forward, sending the sweaty brunette trudging across the ring before she ricocheted off of the ropes and barreled back toward her. Barbara's adrenaline was flowing now as she hit Ms. Liberty with a flying clothesline, sending her crashing to the mat as her sweaty body sprawled out against it.

The fans were going crazy, cheering wildly for Barbara who stood over her fallen, former mentor. She then dove down on top of her, stretching her shapely 120 pound frame across Ms. Liberty's shoulders. With the crowd roaring, I thought this would be it, but as the ref raised his arm for the third time, Ms. Liberty was able to barely lift her right shoulder off of the canvas, stopping the count. Barbara was determined to get the pin however and repositioned herself so that again she had my aunt's shoulders pinned. The ref reached a count of two once more, but this time Ms. Liberty truly showed her heart by mustering all of her remaining strength to bridge out, forcing Barbara to roll off of her.

Taking Ms. Liberty's defiance in stride, Barbara slid back toward Ms. Liberty's head, sitting on the mat as she stretched her legs in front of her before grabbing a handful of my aunt's matted, black hair and pulling her head up just enough so that she could slide her legs around it. She then clasped one of her ankles over the other, locking Ms. Liberty in a head scissors below her. With the back of her wrestling boots splitting Ms. Liberty’s abundant chest, Barbara began to clench her legs as tightly as she could, her veteran victim slapping at Barbara's thighs as the sexy 40 year old tightened her grip, squeezing my aunt's head like a melon.

"I'm not going to stop until MY arm is raised!" Barbara declared to her victim.

But Ms. Liberty was too busy moaning and suffering to pay much attention to the threat. The two women jostled on the mat for a few more moments, the back of Ms. Liberty's head resting against Barbara's taut tummy as the attacker propped herself upright with her arms to elevate her upper body and thereby apply more pressure to the hold. Barbara continued to squeeze her thighs in the anaconda like grip around my aunt's head as Ms. Liberty seemed truly helpless, thrashing her legs in protest but unable to break free. The struggle continued for awhile longer before finally, Barbara again stepped up her attack.

Reaching forward, she placed her open palm down onto Ms. Liberty's face, locking her in a claw hold. Again my aunt's legs thrashed wildly as Barbara crushed and squeezed my aunt's angelic face all at once. Though her hand wasn't quite big enough to completely encase Ms. Liberty's entire face, Barbara nonetheless had positioned it in quite an effective manner. Wedging the tips of her thumb and pinky beneath Ms. Liberty's cheekbones, Barbara dug her middle three fingers beneath the brunette's chin, cramming her face into the tight vise. At the same time she was also pressing down with the palm of her hand to crush Ms. Liberty's nose. After a short while longer of Ms. Liberty flailing her legs helplessly, the ref dove down next to them, asking her if she would finally give up. But as I expected, my aunt grunted a half hearted and muffled "no" from behind the painful mask she was forced to wear.

As the hold remained in place for awhile longer, Ms. Liberty's ability to whip her legs in protest gradually diminished and eventually she dropped her feet back down to the canvas, bending her legs at the knee. She did however continue to slowly stomp one of her feet up and down as if to show that she was still conscious causing the skin on her succulent inner thighs, tightly wrapped in spandex, to tremble with each monotonous kick. Finally however, Barbara removed the claw, unclenched her legs from my aunt's head and shimmied backward, leaving my aunt sprawled on her back.

The two women remained on the canvas, my aunt laying flat on her back while Barbara was now seated upright just above my aunt's head. With Ms. Liberty breathing heavily, Barbara had apparently found her own second wind as she then stretched her legs forward while reaching to grab hold of my aunt's right wrist. Jamming the sole of her boot into the right side of my aunt's neck, she began to twist Ms. Liberty's right arm while pulling back on it, almost the sort of motion used to complete a powerful rowing stroke.

Leaning and pulling so that the muscles in the back of her shoulders were flexed, Barbara drove her foot forward, digging it into the soft skin on the side of Ms. Liberty's neck while tugging on the limb with all of her might. Again Ms. Liberty began to kick her legs wildly as she wailed in pain. The royal blue color of her spandex suit had now turned a dark, navy blue as her heavy perspiring had left it saturated. Her normally sweet sounding voice was now deep and gruff as she moaned loudly in pain.

“RRAAAARRRRGGG!”

But her suffered groans were drowned out by the crowd who was delighted at the sight, a fact that left me quite surprised. Ms. Liberty had always been a fairly popular wrestler, but it seemed like the entire audience was now cheering for her demise. I felt saddened by the spectacle since my aunt was a former wrestling champion who was now being chastised by the same fans who once cheered FOR her.

But as Barbara eased up for a moment to adjust her grip, Ms. Liberty was defiant until the end, whispering up at her attacker between agonized groans.

"I'm ... not ... going ... to ... give ... up ... Barbara." she proclaimed in a tired, waning voice.

Barbara sneered, as if frustrated by the revelation, but then decided to increase the pressure by stuffing her free leg beneath Ms. Liberty’s trapped arm. She wedged it directly below Ms. Liberty’s elbow before pulling and pushing down on the arm, causing it to bend backward at the elbow. My aunt began to whip her legs wildly, much more so than she had done before as the pain was obviously becoming unbearable. Her arm was being yanked from its’ socket and bent awkwardly at the elbow, a hold that left my own arm aching in sympathy.

As my aunt howled while her body fluttered, her stretched arm aching so badly that she tried to roll onto her side, but Barbara’s foot wedged into her neck prevented her from doing so. With the entire right side of her body stretched upward, Ms. Liberty was in agony. Barbara seemed determined to force her former mentor to submit, again using the information Lace had provided during their training. With the knowledge that Ms. Liberty's right arm was previously injured and therefore susceptible, Barbara was giving it a brutal working over. The ref again moved in and asked Ms. Liberty if she would submit, but my aunt shook her head while her face cringed in pain.

Finally Barbara decided to release her grip on the arm, pulling her legs back toward herself before getting to her feet and standing over Ms. Liberty. The hurting veteran grabbed her injured arm as she lay on her side, Barbara’s adrenalin coursing through her veins as she took little time to rest before resuming the attack.

But Barbara did take the time to catch her breath, glancing out at Lace who stood up, lifted her leg and stomped her foot on the ground, delivering instructions in the process. Barbara followed those instructions to the letter by walking up alongside my aunt, pushing her onto her back and then stomping her boot down into the softest spot of my aunt’s belly.

Ms. Liberty’s body quaked from the stomp before settling back down, Barbara then reaching down and grabbing hold of Ms. Liberty’s right wrist and yanking on the injured arm, using it to pull her onto her feet. I watched as Aunt Madeleine winced in pain from the jerking on her arm and knew how much that had to hurt her. As she got to one knee, Barbara grabbed a handful of her hair and ripped her the rest of the way up, using both grips to do so.

With Ms. Liberty now on both feet but still hunched forward, Barbara released the grip on her wet, black hair, lifted her arm overhead and sent a powerful forearm smash down into Ms. Liberty’s bare back. The blow caused Ms. Liberty to stumble a few steps away, but Barbara quickly pursued her, running up alongside her, lifting her leg and sending a rough, side kick into the small of Ms. Liberty’s back.

That shot forced my aunt to stagger forward until she reached the ropes, grabbing the top one as her upper body folded over it. Barbara then pushed down on the back of her head, bending her body even deeper over the cable before nailing her with another forearm smash that landed between her shoulder blades. Ms. Liberty groaned as her body shook, sending a spray of sweat splashing off of her body and spewing out toward the fans in the front row.

It wasn’t looking very good for Aunt Madeleine at this point. Though bigger, stronger and more experienced that her former protégé, Barbara had taken over and was now working over my aunt at will. Barbara’s relentless attack combined with the steamy weather and boisterous crowd all chanting their support for the 40 year old beauty, were working against Ms. Liberty who wilted over the top rope.

With the crowd roaring their approval, Barbara then grabbed two handfuls of Ms. Liberty’s hair and pulled her off of the ropes, dragging her toward the corner before veering back and then driving my aunt’s face down into the turnbuckle. She bounced off of the padded cushion, again spraying sweat a few feet in every direction as she grabbed the ropes on either side of the corner. But Barbara was working hard and quickly spun her around so that her back smacked against the corner while her arms draped across the ropes.

The latest few mintues provided an awesome display from the formerly mild mannered Barbara who was clearly in control. Standing just a foot or two away from Ms. Liberty, Barbara paused, slowly raising her hands to her face before wiping them backward to whisk the sweat from her face. She continued to move her hands backward, pushing her wet, curly hair out of her face before holding it in back of her head. As a result, her wet, toned body was on full display, and I have to admit, it looked fantastic. Her muscles were flexed on her lithe arms, her bosom erect as she pulled her hair behind ehr head, her stomach flat and slightly dimpled, her legs slightly spread and looking strong and lean. Her wet, tan skin was reflecting the sun, giving it the appearance of twinkling. Her face had a confident expression making her look not only gorgeous, but in charge of the situation.

My aunt on the other hand looked completely finished. Her face was red with a hint of bruising, her hair disheveled and soaked. She slouched off of the ropes, her chest hanging from beneath her spandex unitard as her wobbly legs were strewn below her. She was dripping sweat, not unlike Barbara, though in the case of my aunt, it made her look sloppy. With the contrast between the way the two looked, it seemed odd that Barbara hadn’t tried a pin attempt in awhile, though I think Lace might have had something to do with that. In fact, I remembered overhearing some of the instructions she had given to Barbara during their training.

“You will absolutely not get a quick pin against her. She is very resilient and her matches rarely end quickly. So you’ve got to be ready for a long match, don’t even bother to try and pin her early, it will just frustrate you. Be prepared to go the distance.”

It certainly wasn’t a quick match, having now gone almost 30 minutes, but Barbara seemed to now be able to pin Ms. Liberty at will, having already given her a good thrashing. It seemed out of character for Barbara to dish out any more punishment at this point, but she was a very good student obviously and was taking the words of her newest teacher to heart.

So with Ms. Liberty sagging from the ropes in front of her, Barbara lowered her shoulder and dove forward, driving it into Ms. Liberty’s gut and folding her over once again. Pushing herself upright, Barbara shoved Ms. Liberty back into the corner, moving closer before whispering into her ear.

“I’m sorry I had to do this too you but I wanted to show you that I could become a good wrestler. I just needed the right training.”

Barbara whispered the statement and I could tell that part of it was sincere in that she did seem sorry to have to deliver so much punishment. But she also seemed intent to make the point that my aunt had abandoned her before her job was done, and Barbara was now making her pay for that decision.

Ms. Liberty’s head was bowed as she listened to the words but then, much to the surprise of everyone present, she grabbed a handful of hair from the back of Barbara’s head and pulled forward while lifting her own head and ramming it into Barbara’s face.

Barbara backpedaled, obviously stung by the head butt. The crowd was furious and filled the air with boos as Barbara staggered backward, holding her aching head. But Ms. Liberty was too exhausted and in too much pain to pursue her, at least not right away. Still wilting in the corner she sucked a few deep breaths in before trying to push herself upright, still holding the ropes on either side of her.

She staggered out of the corner, walking along the side ropes and holding onto one of them as she made her way over to where Barbara was still reeling. She then pushed herself forward, lumbering with a tired, slow gait until she reached Barbara and grabbed hold of her wrist. She pulled Barbara back toward the corner just above me, whispering to her as she set her up to be whipped across the ring.

“I warned you that I wasn’t going to give up Barbara”, she said before trudging forward a couple of steps before preparing to toss Barbara cross the ring.

But the fit 40 year old reversed the attempt and instead sent Ms. Liberty barreling across the ring until she smacked against the corner, Barbara charging up to her just a second later and delivering a leaping forearm across Ms. Liberty’s chest. The fans exploded in cheers as Ms. Liberty’s body shook back and forth from the corner before finally settling back against it. Barbara then quickly turned, grabbed her by the right arm, giving a quick twist to send a sharp pain straight up to Ms. Liberty’s shoulder.

“AACCCKKKK!” moaned my frazzled aunt as Barbara then again shot her across the ring until Ms. Liberty found herself once more crashing back into the corner.

This time Barbara paused, but once Ms. Liberty had settled against the ropes, she charged forward and delivered a forceful dropkick square into my exhausted aunt’s breadbasket.

“”GGAAAAWWWHHH!” howled Ms. Liberty as she dropped to both knees in the corner, one arm grabbing the middle rope to prevent her from falling to her face.

The crowd was now on their feet, sensing that the end was near as Barbara got up and again moved toward her kneeling adversary. She forcefully grabbed a handful of her matted, black hair and pulled her head up, whispering to her once more.

“Lace warned me that you wouldn’t give up Ms. Liberty, so I made sure that I was ready for anything you could dish out!”

Ms. Liberty had no reply as Barbara pulled her back onto her feet, dragged her to the side ropes and then whipped her forward. I watched my aunt bumble across the ring, her large chest bouncing freely as her legs could barely hold her up. Her sweaty body dipped against the ropes, stretching them to their limit before they discharged her back toward Barbara, who was waiting in a crouched position. As Ms. Liberty reached her, Barbara dipped below to perform a perfect submarine flip, upending Ms. Liberty into the air before she crashed hard on her back.

The crowd leaped up and cheered as the entire ring shook from the landing. I looked up and saw my aunt flat on her back, her arms spread over her head, her legs spread apart with one of them bent at the knee. Her chest was heaving up and down rapidly from her heavy breathing and drops of sweat trickled off of her body and onto the mat. She was finished and I knew it. Barbara knew it too and moved in, grabbing hold of her legs and spreading them apart as she pulled them up into the air. She then began to folding them back toward Ms. Liberty’s head, pinning her shoulders to the canvas in the process. This time my aunt did not resist, having any fight at all completely beaten out of her.

As the crowd cheered, Barbara finished folding my aunt’s legs over unto she was completely bent in half, her now sunburned shoulders resting on the mat as the ref jumped in, slapped out a three count and called for the bell.

Hearing the bell, Barbara quickly leaped up and th5rust her arms overhead, jumping up and down as she celebrated her first victory as a professional wrestler. She was completely ecstatic, paying no mind to the beaten, sweaty woman lying below her. Looking at Lace, she blew her a kiss to thank her for the training that had made it all possible. I watched as Lace smiled and nodded to acknowledge Barbara’s gratitude. Lace then looked across the ring at me and shrugged her shoulders, a sign that she had no idea that the match would turn out this way.

Aunt Madeleine meanwhile remained on her back, her arms still flat over her head as her chest continued to heave up and down. She seemed to delay getting up and I wasn’t sure if it was because she was too tired, too hurt, too embarrassed; or some combination of all three. But Barbara continued to celebrate, soaking in the cheers of the crowd as she kept her arms thrust overhead, her sweaty, fit body on display to the delight of the fans.

Finally, after continuing her celebration for a short while longer, she walked over to my aunt, who by now had pushed herself onto her side. Barbara knelt down next to her, whispered something to her and then put out her hand to help her up. But my aunt seemed to let her know that she was okay but declined the offer of assistance, instead choosing to remain in a seated position while she continued to catch her breath.

Barbara then was announced the winner, her arm raised overhead before she walked out of the ring, fans mobbing her to congratulate her on her victory. I sat and waited for Aunt Madeleine to get up, which took another couple of minutes. But when she finally climbed out of the ring, I walked over to greet her and assist her back to the locker room. She wrapped her arm across my shoulder and instantly my clothes were wet from her perspiration. But I didn’t mind, I was only worried that she was okay.

Once we got back to the tent she lifted her arm off of my shoulder and thanked me, asking if I would mind taking her home. I said I would be happy to and stood there as she limped through the opening of the tent. As I waited, Lace walked over and gave me a kiss, though I wasn’t exactly in the mood to see her.

“Tough match there eh?” she said to me, to which I did not reply. “Don’t be mad at me, I wasn’t in the ring. All I did was get Barbara ready, she did the rest.”

I stared back at her, not sure what to say. But Lace then leaned closer, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me closer as she stuffed her phone number into my pocket.

“I hope there are no hard feelings because I’d really like to get to know you better. Here’s my number, give me a call sometime.” She said before winking at me and turning to walk into the tent.

THE END

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