MILF Championship Wrestling: Angie Loses To Her Mom
by WrestlingWifeFan

Seeing Angie laying spread eagle under the foot of Kathy could make it easy to forget who she was: the legendary 4 time champion who put MCW on the map. Angie had been wrestling since she was 17, had been in more wars against more kinds of women, men, girls and boys than most could imagine, and it has only been in recent years anyone would dare to use the words "Angie" and "jobber" in the same sentence. The 39 yr old, 5ft4, 140 pound Italian woman that had legs that could make men cry and women die was at the end of her career. She was loved no less by her fans, even now spending most of her nights staring at the lights. In truth, seeing her laying unconscious beneath one of Kathy's feet, one couldn't help but think back to the night her aura of invincibility was broken, and how unlikely the woman was who would break it.

Angie was only 20 and was still in her first reign as MCW World Champion. She had gone through wars with Melissa, Kathy, Carmen, even men such as John and Mike. That was not to say Angie was undefeated. That was certainly not the case, but even the losses were such hard fought battles that when the referee's hand slapped the mat for the third time, you knew Angie had to be near dead to not lift her shoulder, and the woman or man on top of her was usually in no better shape. Even in those rare instances, fans knew Angie would be back. Angie never made any excuses for her losses. If she got her ass kicked, she got her ass kicked, thats just how it was. It was that never say die attitude, not to mention the most amazing leg drop in history, that allowed her to rise above the competition and now stand atop the division, typically with her foot on someone's chest.

It was at the height of her popularity, 20 years old, when her latest and most dangerous enemy surfaced. Angie's mother Doris did not see what all the fuss was about. While no one would suggest she did not love her daughter, she simply loathed, despised the idea that anyone could think anyone other than SHE was the dominant female in the house. Doris knew Angie was some sort of "wrestling champion" but could not believe she was loved by so many. In addition, she found it hard to believe that, with just a little bit of preparation, she couldn't defeat her daughter herself. The thought of it made her smile, made her laugh, even turned her on a little. This 41 year mom would defeat her own daughter, crushing the dreams and hopes of the millions of her fans, while reminding her daughter of her place in the world. When Angie came home one night, again with the championship belt, and left the phone number for the organizers of MCW on her table, Doris had enough. She placed a phone call. "Give me one week to train", Doris whispered into the phone. "I'll put an end to her reign.. and I'll own her."

For one week all Doris did was watch wrestling. WWF, WCW, GLOW. She bought some fetish pro wrestling material so she could learn the ways of humiliation, and in her mind combined it with pro wrestling moves so she would know what she was doing. She spoke to the organizers at MCW about what would be expected in a match, and she was confident when it was all over she would own the title, and own Angie. "Just one thing", they told her. "Wear something sexy. Not your standard wrestling stuff." Doris didn't even think about it. "Don't worry," Doris cooed into the phone. "That won't be a problem."

Not all MCW matches were in an arena, which was part of its appeal. All that was needed for a match was a cameraman, a referee, and a satellite truck outside. Commentary was done from the studios very often right off the video feed. As a result Angie was not surprised to learn her Friday night title defense would originate from her home. Angie was told to be ready in the living room at 8:00pm, ready to defend the title. She came out of her room upstairs and descended the wood stairs down to the living room. The cameraman caught the legs, covered in black pantyhose, black high heels, coming in to view. As viewers prepared for a view of Angie's amazing ass her waist length black silk robe appeared, followed by the face of the champ herself. The robe was tied around her waist, beneath the gold championship belt that indicated Angie was the best in the world. Millions cheered from their living rooms.

Angie began to stretch from a standing position and instinctively looked to the doors of her house when the referee announced "And now your opponent..." and she couldn't understand what was happening when she heard a door upstairs open. A new set of high heels began to click on the wood floors and stairs, and Angie watched stunned with the audience at home as a new set of legs, longer, leaner, began to descend down. Nude stockings, black high heels, strapped around the ankle, displaying the entire foot of this new warrior coming down. Red toe nail polish demanded attention, and even while there was a familiarity to these legs, Angie had to think to herself, "THIS woman has unbelievable legs!" A black, waist length robe adorned the figure, but the red-trim hinted at sinister and evil. Finally, the face revealed. Angie was staring at her mother! Doris was 5ft7 compared to Angie's 5ft4, and on Doris' longer frame the 150 pounds made her 10 pounds heavier appear just the opposite. Angie stared hopelessly, unable to speak or comprehend what was happening, and she did not notice the referee remove the belt from his waist and say, "Let's begin." Doris approached Angie, 41 years old, short blond hair. Staring into the eyes of her daughter, she undid the sash to reveal a red bra holding in her 38c chest. Angie was in awe. The imposing sexuality was almost too much for her to bare, and when she reviewed her mother's body to find she was not wearing any panties, she seemed to lose the match on the spot. Doris extended a hand and placed it below Angie's chin, lifting her face to look in to her eyes, she cooed, "Hello dear", and she launched a right hand to her daughter's jaw that sent her sprawling back in to the entertainment center!. The crash Angie made was followed by Doris' laugh. This was going to be easier than she thought.

As Angie bounced from the entertainment center Doris grabbed her by the hair. Spinning her back toward the center, she rammed Angie's head into it, three, four, five times. Dazed and confused Angie turned and Doris planted her right high heeled foot into Angie's stomach. Angie doubled over and Doris took a step, bouncing off the wall for momentum, and buried her foot into Angie's head. Angie collapsed face first in a heap. The next several minutes were spend with Doris pounding on Angie with stomps and elbows, until she grew so tired of the one sided affair, she got to her feet, placed a foot on Angie's head, and began to laugh.

Doris reached down and pulled her daughter up by the hair. She draped one of Angie's arms around her neck and took a hold of Angie's pantyhose. Lifting her up over head, Doris dropped back, and Angie's back crashed to the floor, the victim of a suplex. The shockwaves went from her neck to her feet ejecting her black high heels across the room. Angie was barefoot except for the pantyhose, flat on her back, staring at the ceiling. The view was interrupted by her mom standing over her. With the slightest of ease Doris lifted her foot and planted it on Angie's neck. Her full weight was crushing her throat. Angie was staring up the long leg to her mom's bare pussy, and she couldn't do a thing. Resting her arms on her knee, pressing the weight Doris asked, "How many times have I tried to make it clear where your place is?" and with that she lifted her foot, walked away, and retreated to the sofa. Doris, sat down, crossed her legs, and began to relax. Angie wasn't even putting up a fight.

Angie was staring at her ceiling and realized she had to do something, try something to keep her title. She would try to attack her mom. Unsure of where she was she tried to gain her bearings. She forced herself to her elbows when the weight of all her pain shot through her and she collapsed to her back. She could hear her mom laugh as she rolled to her stomach. She would push up and survey wear she was, plan an attack. She lifted her head to find she was living the most humiliating moment of her life... up to that point. There she was, champion of the world,on her knees, and one inch from her was the tip of her mother's high heeled foot. Angie was literally an inch from the toe, looking up the leg at her mother, who was looking down at her, legs crossed, smoking a cigarette. Her own weight was too much for her arms in her weakened state, and she gave way, just a little, her head landing on her mothers foot. The audience at home could only marvel at the sight of it! Angie, the champion, humbled, her face resting on her mothers high heeled, leg crossed foot, like she was genuflecting before a queen. Doris gave out a laugh, put out her cigarette, and used the foot to lift Angie's head. "Match over" Doris said with no anger, and Angie could only muster a "No mom...." before Doris withdrew the foot and drove it into Angie's head. Angie was out could.

Angie would later have to watch the video replay to watch herself fly across the room and land out could on her back. The video would tell Angie how she got the swelling on her head and blood along the scalp. Her mother was not done with the kick. She uncrossed her legs, got off the couch, strode over to Angie, and picked her unconscious daughter off the floor. She placed her head between her legs and her arms around her waist. She lifted the dead weight up, and dropped down. Angie crashed in a heap, the victim of a piledriver. The only thing worse than piledriving an unconscious woman? Doing it again, which Doris did.

Angie was done, and the referee began to consider the first ever match stoppage in MCW history. A match stoppage would be THE most humiliating finish ever, a woman so far gone she could not defend herself, against a woman who refused to end it at all. With Angie face first on the floor, soles up, palms up, Doris approached her and placed her foot under Angie's face. Angie's unconscious face was now resting on her moms foot, and she laid prostrate at her feet. The referee approached, "Doris, she has had enough. If you don't end this, I am going to have to." Unwilling to be denied her crowning moment of triumph, of ownership over her daughter, Doris decided it was time to crown the new champ. She withdrew her foot and Angie's face hit the floor with a slight thud. Doris's heels clicked as she walked around Angie and placed her foot under her stomach, and rolled her on to her back. Doris approached Angie's legs and feet, reached down, and took her feet by the ankles. She lifted them up, and placed them up, back over Angie's head. Confidently, arrogantly, she extended her right leg across the back of Angie's thighs, and let her long left leg stretch out behind her. A perfect sickle pin. Doris had been watching Colonel Ninotchka from GLOW. She reached in to the pocket of her robe and withdrew a long cigarette, and a lighter. As the referee moved in to position she stated, "Not yet." and she lit the cigarette, and took a puff. Looking down at her daughter she exhaled, and without making eye contact told the referee, "Go ahead. I'm done."

1....................2.......................as millions watched hoping their champion could pull out a miracle, the finality of it all seemed overwhelming..................3!!!!!!!!!!!! The referee took Doris' arm and raised it. "The winner and new champion.... (he was almost disgusted at having to say it)....Doris!"

He brought the title to her hoping it would encourage her to release her daughter from the pin, but no such thing happened. Instead she took it in her left hand and held it high, using the right hand to smoke her cigarette. She began to laugh. When Angie regained consciousness and watched the video she would see what the world saw: Her mom, sitting atop her confidently, conqueringly, the champion, while she lay beneath her, unconscious, arms up over her head, legs above her head, soles up, the very image of defeat. As Doris enjoyed her cigarette and held the title up and her daughter down, the camera faded to black.

Angie would never be the same.

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