Madusa and Midnight

If there was one thing Madusa Maceli loved, it was fighting. She was an excellent pro wrestler – one of the best ever – but it wasn’t enough. Her idol was Mildred Burke, the legendary champion from the 30s and 40s. Burke was the first female shoot wrestler; she often fought in the travelling circuses of that time, fighting all comers, male or female.

To satisfy her love of combat, Maceli travelled to Japan, where her stunning looks and skill made her a crowd favourite. Virtually all Japanese matches were “stiff works;” the outcome may have been decided in advance, but the kicks and punches were very real. Occasionally, she participated in legit shoots, which she invariably won.

She also was a very competent kickboxer. She fought professionally, and did quite well. She enjoyed kickboxing, but missed the close contact of wrestling.

Maceli continued her training. An amateur bodybuilder, she had a great physique, although more like a fitness competitor rather than a bodybuilder. She quickly attained her blackbelt in jui-jitsu, and trained in Muay Thai, boxing, kickboxing and judo. All in all, a nasty piece of business.

Back in the States, she continued her pro career, albeit part-time. With the demise of the WCW, the WWF was the only game in town, aside from some indy circuits. The WWF had some good workers – Ivory, Jacqueline, Lita and Tori were all very competent, but the WWF did not allow the work / shoot matches which Maceli loved. Maceli would occasionally face these women in the gym, but never as part of a WWF card.

So Maceli toured the continent, much like her idol, Millie Burke, looking for challengers. She fought in biker bars, at biker shows (she also loved motorcycles), strip clubs, underground fight clubs, health clubs, boxing / wrestling clubs – you name it, she had probably fought there. Maceli had a network of contacts and friends who found challengers for her and who set up the matches. She fought any style, but preferred wrestling or grappling. She didn’t mind kickboxing, boxing or all-out, but was leery of these matches. As for opponents, any woman – no men – who weighed no more than 50 pounds than she did. Sometimes she fought two or three times a week.

Her phone rang as she was watching some old tapes of the Fabulous Moolah beating up on some hapless opponent.

“Hello,” she answered.

“Debbie, how you doing?”

Maceli recognized the voice at the other end of the line. “I’m doin’ fine, Pam, how are you?”

“Just lovely.” Did you find me any 50 year olds to fight?”

Maceli laughed. Pamela Baker was perhaps her best friend, another legendary pro wrestler, from the 50s and 60s. Like Burke before her and Maceli after, Baker was a shoot specialist. At that time though, there wasn’t much opportunity for shoot matches, aside from the occasional club match. There were also her matches were with Johnnie Mae Young, but that’s another story.

Baker was now 58 years old, but was in fantastic shape. 5’8” and 145 pounds, she weighed exactly the same as she did when she wrestled in the 60s. Maceli and her often trained together and Maceli was amazed at how strong and skilled her friend was. On more than one occasion, Baker’s opponents would break out laughing when they saw her – old enough to be their grandmother – enter their ring. The laughter always quickly ended, often as Baker’s hand was being raised in victory.

“Do you remember Ann-Marie Crooks, Midnight?” asked Baker.

“Sure,” replied Maceli. “I trained her at the WCW Powerplant. Strong as a horse, good potential. Is she still wrestling?”

“Not pro. I hear she does some amateur-style. I ran into her the other day. She knows you shoot and asked me about you. What do you think?”

“Well, you know my rule – the girl can’t outweigh me by more than 50 pounds. Isn’t she about 210?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“I guess it’s all right. The girl can’t fight shit!”

“True, but remember those thighs of hers? I don’t have to remind you of your weakness!”

Maceli laughed. She was straight, but man, how she loved being caught in another woman’s head scissors. She had no idea why, but “leg prison” for her was more like paradise. Baker had noticed this during one of their training sessions. While grappling on the mat, Baker had caught Maceli in a head scissors. Maceli struggled at first, but then grew very quiet – so quiet that Baker got worried, thought she had choked out her friend. Alarmed, she quickly released the hold. Maceli just lay on the ground with a goofy look on her face/ What the fuck, Baker thought to herself. She soon realized what had happened, and the two women never shared Maceli’s little secret.

“So, where, when and what rules,” asked Maceli.

“Two out of three falls, submission only, open-handed slaps to the face, kicks. How’s next Thursday, at the gym?”

“Sounds fine.”

“Oh, one other thing. Midnight requested a topless match.”

“Whatever. See you next week.”

As Maceli drove to the gym the following week, she wondered why Midnight had challenged her. She was a very big and strong woman, but had limited fighting ability. Had she been training?

Maceli pulled into the parking lot of the gym. It was almost 11 PM, and the gym was closed. There were a few cars in the lot, and she recognized Baker’s car. Getting out of the car, she walked to the front door, unlocked the door and walked in. The lights were already on and four women were in the wrestling / boxing ring – Midnight, a friend of hers, Pam, and Louise, the referee.

“Good evening ladies,” Maceli called out. “I’ll change and be with you in a moment.” With that, she went to the changing room, took off her sweat pants and t-shirt, then her bra and panties. Slipping on her favourite black thong bottom, she then put on a bathrobe, covering her bare top and left the changing room. Walking briskly to the ring, she slipped through the second and third ropes.

“Hello Ann-Marie,” she greeted her opponent, using her real name. “I was a little surprised at your challenge. Having any second thoughts?”

“No,” laughed Midnight in her lilting Jamaican accent. “Remember, I had a good trainer.”

Louise called both women to the center of the ring and asked that the women’s seconds leave. Louise was well-known in the circuit, and referred most of Maceli’s matches. A martial-artist herself, Louise, on more than once occasion prevented serious injuries by stopping matches on her own accord. Maceli often fought untrained women who might not know how painful a joint lock or choke may be and resisted tapping. This actually pissed Maceli off – “let me break their goddamn arm if they’re that fuckin’ stupid” - but Louise always intervened. Louise repeated the rules for the match and both women went back to their corners, removed their robes and returned to the center of the ring.

Maceli and Midnight stared at each other – part intimidation, part admiration. Maceli was 5’10’ and 150 pounds, very-well distributed. She had a firm, sinewy body, with well-developed leg and arm muscles. Her blonde, shoulder-length hair was tied in a knot. With her ample bosum and tiny black thong bottom, she wouldn’t have looked out of place in a men’s magazine.

If Maceli could be described as muscular, then the only word to describe Midnight was massive. At 6’1” and 210 pounds, she was only a little taller than Maceli but outweighed her by 60 pounds. And like Maceli, her weight was well-distributed – there was just much more of it. Despite carrying 210 pounds, there wasn’t an ounce of fat on her marvelous ripped, cut body. Her tiny white thong stood in stark contrast to her dark black skin. She was also topless, and had nice, firm breasts, unusual for a bodybuilder.

Louise motioned for the two women to start fighting. Midnight put her arms out in front and raised them to the air. “Come on, let’s see how strong you are.”

Maceli just smiled. “Sure,” and slowly raised her own arms. She stopped suddenly and in a flash dove at Midnight’s tree-trunk legs. Grunting, she struggled and finally brought the black woman to the ground. She then groped Midnight, searching for an opening, an opportunity to trap a leg or arm.

But Midnight resisted, and rather easily threw Maceli off of her. Both women slowly got their feet and warily circled each other again.

“That’s the oldest fuckin’ trick in the book,” Maceli said.

“Didn’t do you much good, did it?”

Maceli, like a chess player, was weighing her options, looking at her alternatives. She knew she was far more skilled than Midnight; she also knew she had to avoid Midnight’s legs or arms. Continuing to formulate her strategy, she moved closer to Midnight. Feinting with her left hand, her right hand shot out and hit Midnight flush on the cheek, making a sound like a whip. Another slap and another and another – Maceli attacked Midnight’s face. Midnight tried to cover up, but Maceli was far too quick – almost all her blows were landing.

These open-handed slaps were hurting but were unlikely to fell the big woman. The kicks that followed, however, were more serious. Maceli’s feet, calloused by years of practice, landed on Midnight’s legs and torso. Using her Muay Thai technique, Maceli continued after the legs, until the cumulative effect of the kicks toppled Midnight.

Again, Madusa was on her quickly. Knowing her opponent was hurt, she decided to have a little fun. Dragging her up to her feet by her hair, she scooped up the 210 pound woman and sent her crashing down to the mat. Midnight landed with an oomph, the ring literally shaking. Maceli repeated this move, with the same result. She lifted Midnight up a third time, but instead of another bodyslam, she delivered a one-legged dropkick, made famous by Judy Grable and Velvet McIntyre. The dropkick landed flush on Midnight’s jaw, dropping her to the mat yet again.

This is a lot easier than I though, she said to herself. How will I end this?

With Midnight lying on her stomach, Maceli strode upon her back. She took one of Midnight’s arms and put it behind her knee. Moving swiftly, she did the same with the other arm. She then cupped Midnight’s chin in her two hands and began pulling back, completing the Camel Clutch.

While best-known as a pro move, it was nonetheless quite painful, exterting much pressure on the back. (The pros also used this move as it maximized the fans’ view od cleavage – in this case quite a bit as both women were topless.)

Although Midnight didn’t immediately give up, Maceli knew it was just a matter of time. With Midnight’s arms neatly tied up behind her knees, there really was no way to escape. Louise also knew this, and also knew that Midnight would be unable to tap, possibly unable to yell her submission.

“Just like the good ol’ days in the WCW, isn’t it,” she whispered. You couldn’t beat me then and you sure as shit can’t beat me know. I’m gonna kick your black ass all over the ring tonight.

Louise intently looked at Midnight. “What do you say? Do you want to stop?”

There was no answer, only a grunt. Then, with a sudden yell, Maceli pulled back even harder. Unable to stand it, Midnight screamed out. “Okay! Okay!” Maceli kept the hold on for another couple of seconds, then released. Midnight crumpled to the mat.

Walking cockily back to her corner, Maceli triumphantly gave Baker a high-five, with Baker then hugging her. “That was kinda easy,” she told her friend.

“Sure looked like it. Just watch out for her legs.”

Both women laughed.

There was considerably less happiness in the other corner. With a considerable amount of help, Midnight struggled to her feet, as her friend guided her back to her corner. “Five minutes ladies,” Louise called out.

The five minutes seemed like an eternity for Maceli. She was on a roll and wanted to finish Midnight off quickly. “Why don’t we try a test of strength now,“ she taunted her opponent, extending her arms. Midnight gingerly accepted, and the two women stood in the centre of the ring, hooked up in the most classic of wrestling poses.

Maceli’s cockiness soon disappeared. Even though she was using all her strength, she could not budge Midnight’s wrists, not one millimeter. As for Midnight, the look of pain was replaced by a look of pure anger. With seemingly little effort, she turned Maceli’s wrists over, quickly bringing her to her knees, then onto her back. Midnight continued creeping towards Maceli’s head, and Maceli thought she was trying to facesit her. This is a humiliating hold, but women like Maceli don’t tapout. But as she got closer, Midnight suddenly tried to wrap her impressive legs around Maceli’s legs. An instant before Midnight completed the move, Maceli managed to stick one of her arms, thus minimizing the impact of the hold. Midnight squeezed, but the arm effectively prevented any serious damage. Reaching for anything, Maceli grabbed onto one of Midnight’s ample breasts and began twisting violently. Not used to this – Midnight wasn’t a catfighter - she screamed and released the hold. Maceli quickly scampered away and got back to her feet.

“What the fuck was that?’ Midnight demanded.

“Hey, anything goes. Betcha you enjoyed it.” With that, Maceli dove at Midnight’s legs, just like she did at the beginning of the match. But this time Midnight extended her legs back as far as possible. With no leverage, Maceli could do nothing but search for something to grab as Midnight grabbed Maceli around the waist. Them with seemingly no effort, she lifted the 150 pound Maceli off her feet and suplexed here to the mat. Stunned – by both the quickness and skill shown – Maceli could not defend herself as Midnight lifted her up once again, this time into a face-to-face bearhug.

The bearhug was one of the simplest – and effective holds. Women rarely used it because of the strength involved to win a submission. The only skill involved was to ensure that the hug arms were clasped tightly – they were, and that they were around the woman’s small of the back – which it was. Then it was simple, squeeze until she gave up.

There really was no escape. An inexperienced woman might leave her face uncovered, which meant a jab to the eyes would be sufficient. But Midnight had been well-schooled – possibly by Maceli herself – and she had buried her face in Maceli’s heaving, sweaty breasts. Their bodies, meanwhile were as close as two women could get, but this was a loveless embrace. There was no room to move, no escape. Her only hope was that Midnight would get tired of supporting 150 pounds and be forced to release – or at least loosen – the hold. So Maceli held on, hoping that the improbable would happen.

It was quite a sight, seeing these women in such an erotic embrace. From the back, Midnight was all muscle. Her tiny white thong had all but disappeared up the crack of her clenched butt, as she grunted, periodically applying more and more pressure.

From the other angle, Maceli looked positively tiny compared to Midnight. As Midnight’s massive arms applied pressure, Maceli would scream, arching her back backwards in a futile attempt to relieve the pain. Never in her entire fighting career had she felt such pain.

And so it went. Five minutes passed, and Midnight showed no signs of dropping the hold. Baker was screaming at her friend to give up. Louise, ever vigilant, told Maceli she should give up and that she would stop the fall. “No fuckin’ way,” Midnight said. “The bitch has to say it herself.” With that she squeezed harder.

Louise was getting worried. She knew Maceli was stubborn, but was concerned. “Stop the match,” Baker pleaded with her. “You do it when Deb’s winning.” And with that, Midnight squeezed one more time. “Stop! Stop! I give! I give!”

Midnight slowly released the pressure, but not entirely. “The student wins. Fuck you.” With that, she dropped Maceli to the ground, who lay there moaning and clutching her back. Midnight stood over her, beads of sweat falling down. Louise gently guided Midnight away to her corner, which allowed Baker to tend to her fallen friend. “It’s alright, you’ll be okay.”

“Why didn’t you tap for Christ’s sake? Pam demanded of her friend.

“Just fuck off and rub my goddamn back.”

“First head scissors, is it also bearhugs now? I’m getting a little worried about you.”

Maceli just laughed. “Don’t worry. If I want a woman, it won’t be you. Now Ann-Marie…”

“Let’s go ladies,” Louise called out. If the five minute rets after the first fall was too long, this five minutes was far too short. Maceli slowly walked towards the middle of the ring; Midnight virtually ran to the middle, brimming with confidence.

Maceli knew she had to buy some time, as her back still hurt. For her part, Midnight wanted to press her advantage and with remarkable speed for such a large woman, dove at Maceli’s legs and neatly brought her down. With Maceli on the ground, Midnight grabbed her in a side headlock, pressing Maceli’s face against her breasts. Another simple hold, but so effective when used by a powerful woman.

“Enjoying the view?’ Midnight taunted. “Can’t decide if you want to give up or ask for more?”

The headlock was a simple hold, and the escape was simpler – just pull her hair. Maceli reached back and grabbed a handful of Midnight’s long black hair and began pulling back. Midnight resisted, but the pressure was too great and she eventually released the hold. She in turn grabbed Maceli’s hair, and both women struggled to their feet, continuing to hold each other’s hair. Freeing one hand, Maceli began slapping at Midnight, who countered with her own slaps. The sounds of the slaps reverberated throughout the almost empty gym. Midnight was hitting harder, but Maceli’s slaps were better-placed and soon Midnight released her grip and tried to cover up. This is exactly what Mclei had planned and began her final assault.

The rest of the match was a slaughter. Maceli’s skill and aggressiveness was too much for the bodybuilder / wrestler. All Midnight could do was to cover up, and she wasn’t entirely successful at that. She slumped to her knees, as Maceli continued raining blow after blow. Now on her back, Maceli decided to end the match. Grabbing one of Midnight’s arms, she placed both her legs around the arm and over Midnight’s chest and began pulling back. Soon the armbar would be cinched in and Midnight would have to give. But even with both of her arms pulling on just one of Midnight’s arm, Maceli could not force Midnight’s arm down/ Her face etched with fear, Midnight frantically resisted. Finally, Maceli forced the arm down and lay flat on her own back. With her two legs keeping Midnight flat on her back, Maceli could bend the arm without interference.

Everyone knew the match was over, and Louise quickly asked Midnight if she gave up. Midnight certainly recognized the hold; Maceli had used it on her before. She struggled briefly, but then pounded the mat.

“Alright Deb, break it.”

“The hold, or her goddamn arm?” With that Louise grabbed Maceli’s hand and pried them apart, breaking the armbar. With a sneer on her face, Maceli leapt to her feet as Louise lifted her hand in victory. Midnight rolled over to her side, exhausted form the beating. “You could never beat me,” Maceli said, kicking Midnight in the side.

“For Christ’s sake,’ said Louise. “Learn how to win gracefully.

Maceli blew a kiss at Louise. “Maybe one day you and I will get a chance?” With that, she walked back to her corner, and she and Pam left the ring to go to the dressing room.

Lying flat on a table, Pam began massaging Maceli. “You’re getting stranger and stranger,” Pam told her friend. “Whatever happened to fighting for the sake of fighting? You’re gonna kill someone one day. All you seem to care about is hurting people. And that head scissor fetish you have – I won’t even go there.”

Maceli just smiled. “Don’t be so goddamned serious. I’m just having some fun. Let’s get out of here. How about a goodnight scissor?”

Pam just shook her head, and the two women walked out of the room and went home.