Madeleine returns to the ring, but this is not your mother’s wrestling match!
By Mr. Chain

About halfway through the 3 hour Greyhound bus ride from her sons’ home in rural Pennsylvania, back to her home in Brooklyn New York, Madeleine stared impassively out the window trying to find some distraction from the rowdy group in the back of the bus. She still couldn’t believe that she was now a grandmother at just a couple of months away from her 50th birthday and had mixed emotions about it. On the one hand she was delighted to have a new addition to the family, but on the other she couldn’t help but think about how empty her life was otherwise. It hadn’t always been that way though. She had been married for 28 years and raised 3 sons but when the youngest moved out, the distance in her marriage became amplified until finally her husband moved out and filed for divorce.
Left to live alone in a big, old house in need of repair, she often felt lonely, isolated and powerless prompting her to think back to better days. But rather than think about the good times with her family, the demure and conservative woman instead reminisced about the many years she had spent as an independent professional wrestler. She had started her wrestling career as a newlywed and in response to an advertisement in a local newspaper promising to provide women with extra income, which the young couple desperately needed. And although it was completely out of character for the church-going and generally non-athletic Madeleine, the ability to earn that income on weekends so as not to interfere with her day job as a teacher and graduate student at night, was a perfect fit.
It was rough in the beginning while she learned her new craft as she and her husband traveled to obscure locations in order to conceal her nonconformist, clandestine pursuit from their friends and family. But she found it so exhilarating, despite the toll it took on her body and the fact that she only achieved a modicum of success, that she was hooked! She continued wrestling well into her 40’s, only taking time off around her pregnancies, and it was some of the happiest times of her life. But that part of her life ended a few years ago when she finally capitulated to her husband’s continued insistence that she retire from the ring. She never lost her love of wrestling however, nor the desire to compete again someday, and so retiring was something she did begrudgingly in order to save her crumbling marriage. That plan hadn’t exactly work out however since her marriage ended anyway and lately she had begun to think how rejuvenating it would be to get back into the ring. She knew that it was just a fantasy however since, who would sign a nearly 50 year old woman to a wrestling contract?!?!?!
Just then however the bus began to slow down and as Madeleine continued to look out the window, she saw a roadside bar with a large sign advertising a monthly “Women’s Amateur Night Fights”, and as luck would have it, tonight was the night! So as the bus pulled into a scheduled stop just down the road, she felt her heart racing and spine tingling before she hastily jumped out of her seat and decided to go and check it out for herself.
The place was a classic roadside dive bar and Madeleine knew that she would be out of place in her prim and age-appropriate attire but she was nonetheless so intrigued by the opportunity that she couldn’t help herself. And so with a deep breath and a gulp, she walked in. As expected she did not fit in although with everyone’s eyes focused on the fights which were taking place in a wrestling set up near the back of the place, she was barely noticed as she took a seat at the end of the bar and ordered a glass of chardonnay; not exactly the type of drink typically served there.
“Are you sure you’re in the right place lady?” the bartender asked.
“Yes, I’m here to see the fights.” she responded confidently.
He shook his head and poured a glass of cheap wine before placing it in front of her. She thanked him, but then asked what someone would have to do in order to participate.
“Why .... does your daughter want to fight?” he asked brusquely.
“No, I was thinking about myself.” she answered boldly.
He couldn’t help but chuckle before looking her up and down with a smirk on his face.
“You know this ain’t some exercise class right?!?! These are REAL fights!” he said flippantly.
“I am aware of that.” she answered with a hint of annoyance. “How does one sign up?” she then asked again.
“Just show up next month, put your name on the list and ..... um .....who knows!” he said before he turned away while shaking his head.
She did her best to look self-assured as sat there and began to focus her attention on the fights. She watched a total of 4 and a couple were pretty raw with the talent not exactly up to the standards of the professional wrestling shows she had competed in herself. But the other 2 featured women who were actually pretty decent and seemed to have some training and experience, which made her begin to think that this might be a way for her to get back in the ring and use her wrestling skills in order to be successful. And with the bar located in the middle of nowhere, she could do so without anyone knowing.
With her mind racing she gazed down at her wristwatch and noticed that the next bus would be arriving soon so she took a final sip of her wine before walking back to the bus stop to wait for the next bus home. The entire ride she could not wipe the smile from her face as the voices inside her head ranged from “are you out of your mind!” to “go ahead and do it, you’ve got nothing to lose!”.
Shortly before reaching her stop however she received a text from her youngest son.
“Hi mom! It was great to see you. Forgot to ask ..... the big 5 0 is coming up soon! What’s the ONE THING you REALLY want to do for your birthday?”
Although unintended and with no idea of the ramifications to his question, her son had just convinced her to do it since she knew exactly what the ONE THING she REALLY wanted to do was. Getting back into the wrestling ring was exactly what she wanted and would be the perfect way to celebrate her birthday by doing something just for herself. And as if in answer to that wish, she had just been given the opportunity to do that in a private and discreet manner and she wasn’t going to pass that up, regardless of how crazy it was!
Since it had been a few years since she last wrestled and she had put on a few pounds and wasn’t in the greatest of shape, she spent the next month trying to get ready by dieting and exercising and when the time came, even though she knew that she wasn’t COMPLETELY ready, she felt like it was now or never. So exactly one month from the last time she was there, she found herself getting off of the bus, walking to the same bar and pausing before walking through the door. Although the moments before entering a wrestling venue were very familiar to her, this was the first time she was doing it alone as a single woman, without her husband ..... errr ..... ex-husband by her side. And though it felt empowering on the one hand, on the other it was somewhat lonesome and scary. She questioned whether or not she was doing the right thig in a moment of panic but then with a deep breath and gulp, just as she had done the last time, walked in with confidence. Taking the same seat at the end of it, the bartender recognized her and chuckled while turning away for a moment before walking over to her.
“So ..... are you here to fight?” he asked with a snicker, unable to hide his pessimism.
“Yes please. My name is Madeleine, can you add me to the list?” she replied confidently.
“Whatever you want.” he replied while shaking his head pessimistically but adding her name to the list nonetheless.
She then surveyed the bar, noticing a whole range of seedy looking men, some with their fighting women at their side. She then saw the bartender hand the list to another guy while pointing at her, the 2 of them sharing a laugh before the other guy walked over.
“So ..... um .... Madeleine is it? You want to fight eh?” he asked sarcastically.
“Yes .... yes I do.” she replied as confidently as before.
Expecting him to dismiss her she prepared her arguments in her head before he surprisingly placed a clipboard in front of her and asked her to sign it.
“Sign this waiver ..... we ain’t responsible for what happens to you ....... you’ll be in the first fight of the night. Come with me into the back where you’ll get weighed and then you can change in the bathroom. Your fight starts in about 15 minutes.”
Suddenly everything became very real and Madeleine could feel her heart racing from beneath her abundant chest. As she followed him to a back room she looked around and noticed people staring and pointing at her as her nerves kicked in and she could feel beads of sweat develop on her forehead. Over the course of her career she had wrestled in worst places than this, but it had been awhile and so she began to wonder if she was making a big mistake. But the wheels were already in motion as she was directed into a bathroom to change.
The last time she was there she noticed that the fighters wore a range of attire; everything from bikinis to street clothes; but she decided to make things as comfortable and familiar to herself as possible so she chose to wear her favorite wrestling outfit, even though it looked out of place in this setting. It was a two-piece costume with a decidedly patriotic theme featuring a royal blue cotton sports bra along with a pair of tight red wrestling trunks, both outlined in white stars and finished off with a pair of black, patent leather wrestling boots. It fit a bit more snugly than she remembered, showed a bit more skin too and showcased her abundant chest a bit more than she would have liked, especially in front of this type of crowd, but it was too late to change her mind.
She finished changing in the cramped and foul-smelling bathroom stall before then walking out of the bathroom where was immediately directed onto a scale before her height and weight was taken.
“5’6” .... 175 pounds!” someone yelled out as another wrote it down on the clipboard while the other fighters stared at her, some snickering and pointing while others just seem stupefied!
It was clear that she was the oldest of the competitors, and that combined with her out-of-place attire made her stand out even more. But although her nerves were surging, so was her adrenalin as she stood off to the side and did her best not to look intimidated. Finally it was time for her fight as she was ordered to walk up into the ring and choose her corner. As she did, she could feel the heat in the crowded room and felt herself beginning to perspire. The crowd of mostly men seemed much larger, and louder, than the first time she was there and there was a noticeable reaction of disbelief from them from them as she walked past to get to the ring. She smirked but kept her chin up unwaveringly before rolling herself up into the ring and choosing her corner.
As she stood there nervously she then noticed her opponent approaching although the reaction to her was decidedly different. Cheers and hoots filled the air as the short, buxom black girl climbed up into the ring and paraded around it, her compact and powerful-looking body on full display beneath a skimpy thong bikini. Although there was a similarity between them in that both possessed an abundant chest, the parallels stopped there. Although Madeleine was not trying to showcase her ample bosom, it could not be hidden beneath her bright blue top. But her pretty opponent’s exaggerated assets on BOTH the top AND bottom were purposefully on full display beneath a seductively skimpy bikini, and they easily trumped the modest older woman’s attributes. The barefoot, caramel-skinned beauty also looked half her age, and maybe even younger than that, adding to the disturbing contrast between them.
The differences were not lost on the younger woman who, upon getting into the ring and gazing at her opponent, flashed an overstated and sarcastic look of disbelief which drew a round of laughter from the crowd. She then strolled by Madeleine who remained in her corner with a smirk on her face as her opponent with the exaggerated curves hastily turned and shook her oversized, round ass in Madeleine’s direction. The display drew another round of cheers and catcalls as Madeleine’s face turned red with embarrassment as she smirked back, although she did not move. Finally the guy who had walked her into the back room entered the ring with a microphone in his hand and introduced the women.
“For the first fight tonight we have a newcomer. She’s 5’6” ..... weighs 175 pounds and her name is Madeleine!” he barked.
There was a discernible lack of warmth in the crowd’s reaction with some laughing, others jeering while shaking their heads and even a few waving their arms at her in disgust. But again she remained defiant as she raised her arm and smiled while waving to the hostile audience. Her pleasant face showed the rigors of not only her many years as a professional wrestler, but also the stress of her divorce as some premature wrinkles had settled around the corners of her moth, expressive brown eyes and along her neck. As she kept her arm raised while waving, she could feel her slightly swollen belly creep over the front edge of the ruffled waistband on her wrestling trunks and her body begin to perspire even more. But despite her imperfections, the full-figured woman had a beautiful pink complexion, her clear skin devoid of any signs of cellulite or stretchmarks making it look younger than her years. But none of that was appreciated by the throng of men who continued to harass her before her challenger was introduced.
“And her opponent, at 5’2” and weighing 145 pounds, welcome back Chantelle!”
There was a distinct difference in the reaction to Chantelle as loud cheers and whistles filled the air as the pretty caramel-colored fighter again paraded around, shaking her ample assets for the audience’s benefit and once again strutting haughtily past Madeleine before settling back into her corner while the announcer left the ring and the bell then rang to signal the start of the fight.
Taking one final, deep breath while clutching the ropes on either side of her, Madeleine’s own voluptuous chest lifted skyward before she released the cables and then crouched forward slightly before beginning to slowly circle to her right. As her ample chest shook slightly from beneath her blue top as she cautiously circled around, Madeleine kept her eyes focused solely on her much younger opponent but then Chantelle suddenly rushed her, veering back as she approached to hastily throw a huge, roundhouse overhand right at Madeleine’s head.
The wrestling veteran easily avoided it as she ducked away while quickly circling behind her attacker and then grabbing her wrist to twist her arm behind her back. Grunting and cursing, Chantelle tried to wriggle free as her bosom projected out in front with one arm twisted behind her back. She desperately tried to reach back and grab hold of Madeleine while stunned by what was happening but the experienced wrestler easily avoided her attempts and kept her at bay for several more seconds. She then finally transitioned with a quick and adept twist while moving alongside Chantelle before flipping her through the air.
Most everyone was stunned, especially Chantelle as she landed hard on her back and rolled side-to-side a couple of times in pain as Madeleine backed up and watched from the corner. But the wincing, dark-skinned beauty then slapped the mat in both anger and frustration before quickly getting back to her feet and rashly rushing the older woman once again. Madeleine once again eluded the attack and as Chantelle’s body crashed into the corner, Madeleine rushed up behind her, grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her to the side ropes before tossing her forward. Chantelle bounced off of the ropes on the opposite side, her exposed elements bounding wildly upon her return before she was met with an impressively athletic, flying shoulder block from the older woman which slammed her onto her back once more.
Rushing over, Madeleine then grabbed one of the reeling younger woman’s ankles and twisted the elevated leg around her own to lock her in a step over toehold. Flat on her back with her coiled leg raised, the full-figured fighter again screamed out curses of frustration while punching the canvas alongside her as Madeleine stood over and continued to warp the lifted limb. This continued for nearly a minute as Chantelle’s screams of pain and curses of frustration grew louder and more animated before finally the flattened fighter managed to whirl her free leg around and strike Madeleine in the thigh, forcing her to break the hold and limp a few steps backward.
As Chantelle got back to her feet while noticeably favoring the aching leg, her face twisted even more in anger. Madeleine on the other had remained calm and crouched in a fighting stance although a bruise began to develop on her pale outer thigh in testament to the strength of her rival’s legs. But she did not let it affect her as she moved forward confidently before dipping beneath another awkward attempt to grab her. She then spun around quickly while crouching and whirling her leg outward to sweep it against the back of Chantelle’s and once more knock her to the canvas.
The array of impressive maneuvers continued for a few more minutes as it became clear that Madeleine knew what she was doing in the ring and that her voluptuous opponent was overmatched. It also became clear that even though this was not technically a wrestling match, Madeleine had adeptly turned it into one, at Chantelle’s expense. Most of the fans however were noticeably displeased by what was going on in the ring and were being very vocal about it. They hadn’t come to see a wrestling match but rather a hardcore fight between 2 women, which was NOT what they were getting. There was however a small minority who had grown more quiet and were learning to respect Madeleine’s abilities; that respect well-earned to this point; even though they were not being vocally supportive of her.
Continuing to dominate her opponent as the fight went on, Madeleine had however been out of the ring for several years and since she was not yet in “fighting shape”, her age and lack of conditioning were starting to show. She was huffing and puffing more heavily as the fight went on while gradually moving more slowly, her face red and perspiring although she continued to retain control and workover the powerful, shorter woman. After flipping her to the canvas for yet another time, she then snatched her by the wrist, yanked her up and then tossed her into the corner. With Chantelle’s back splattering against the turnbuckles as her arms spiraled wearily over the top ropes as she dangled there, Madeleine took a much-needed few seconds to catch her breath and wipe the sweat from her brow while standing just a few feet away from her overwhelmed rival who remained drooping from the corner.
The antagonistic audience were not taking it any easier on Madeleine although along with the few who had learned to respect her, a few others had begun to lose interest in the one-sided wrestling exhibition. But having caught her breath and ready to start preparing to execute her finisher, Madeleine then began to move in. As she approached her wilted foe however, one of the guys from ringside yelled an incredibly crude and derogatory insult up at her and despite having dealt with inhospitable spectators many time before, the level of cruelty to this particular slur shocked Madeleine so much that she became momentarily distracted. That distraction allowed the revitalized Chantelle to abruptly prop herself up onto both feet and get set before fire a punishing uppercut which landed deep into the bottom portion of Madeleine’s bare, pale belly.
You could hear the dull “THUD” all around the ring as the veteran was actually lifted onto her toes while the younger woman’s fist penetrated her paunch before ejecting, Madeleine then folding over with her arms wrapped around her aching tummy. You could see her body shuddering in pain as she remained crouched in half, the bulges of her spine protruding out from the wet skin on her back. But motivated for the first time in the fight, Chantelle then grabbed Madeleine by her short, black hair and dragged her over to the side ropes where she wedged her throat down onto the top one and began to choke her. Flailing her arms wildly in protest, Madeleine remained bent in half as her attacker then began to haul her along the ropes while pressing down on the back of her neck to both choke and gouge her throat.
For the first time in the fight Madeleine was in trouble as the fact that this was NOT a wrestling match became obvious. Rules were non-existent and the ref was there merely to prevent the 2 women from killing each other and then count-out the loser at the end, nothing more. So the fact that Chantelle’s tactics would have been illegal in Madeleine’s world were irrelevant here!
Scraped, choked and dragged to the far corner, Madeleine continued to flail her arms in desperation as her legs dithered beneath her in an attempt to keep up. Once they did reach the corner however, Chantelle then heaved the older woman’s head up with 2 ferocious handfuls of her hair before slamming her face down into the turnbuckle. You could hear the amused gasps along with cheers of satisfaction as Madeleine’s head bounced up from the corner with a bewildered expression stretched across her sweaty face and a huge crimson-colored contusion along the width of her wrinkled throat. Her arms scattered awkwardly out to her sides as she floundered in an upright position, looking shaky and about to fall. But Chantelle was just getting started and began to pound Madeleine’s face repeatedly into the corner, the older woman’s body pivoting up and down with each punishing blow as the cheers grew louder and more animated. Finally, after leaving the veteran completely disoriented and wearily stumbling backward in toward the ring, Chantelle grabbed her, spun her around and then with a forceful, two-handed jolt to her sagging chest, shoved the older woman back into the corner.
As the back of her shoulders collided against the padded cushions, Madeleine’s own padded cushions quaked up and down from beneath her blue top as her legs then gave out and she dropped to the canvas, landing in an upright seated position in the corner, her arms hanging limply at her sides, her head hanging limply as well as her legs spread open in front of her. Propped back against the corner of the ring, the delirious, seated veteran remained there as Chantelle stood ominously over her, breathing heavily but with an angrily satisfied expression on her face.
The bloodthirsty fans went crazy since this is what they had come to see, feeling no sympathy at all for the abused older woman. Their reaction energized Chantelle however as she began to prance around the ring in celebration as the thunderstruck Madeleine tried desperately to regain her senses while remaining buttressed by the corner. Her opponent’s antics grew more provocative with each passing second however as the dark-skinned fighter began to wiggle and slap at her own ass, the fans reacting in such a way that they knew what was coming next. Still not completely coherent, Madeleine was NOT aware of the implication of the erotic dance as she lifted her head before it began to bob up and down wretchedly while struggling to recover. But then Chantelle moved closer to her before turning and then backing in, bending forward so that her large, protruding backside was drawing closer and closer to Madeleine’s bobbing head.
To spoof the scene as it played out, several of the fans started to make a rhythmic “beeping” sound, similar to the sound you hear when a large truck backs up. The veteran meanwhile was still groggy but the puzzling soundtrack prompted her to lift her head and look forward and as she did, Chantelle’s bare, black and bulbous butt cheeks suddenly smashed against her pale, sweaty face before grinding into it. Swiveling her hips to drive them back even more so that her the crack of her backside completely engulfed Madeleine’s face, Chantelle then sat down, her hind quarters coming to rest on the middle turnbuckle with the older woman’s face lodged deeply into it!
The audience went wild, jumping to their feet and cheering in unison at the degrading assault. With the back of her head wedged onto the turnbuckle and her face buried in her attacker’s crack, Madeleine frantically raised her hands and tried to find some way to defend herself, grabbing the outer edges of the globular glutes and trying to push them away, but with her face completely buried and weakened by the fight, it did little to prevent the degradation, and the fans were loving it!
Shifting gears however, Chantelle then began to twerk, gyrating her hips backward and forward as her ample ass became a battering ram into Madeleine’s face whose neck now pivoted violently up and down from the battering as her face absorbed the continual collisions. It was a pitiful sight to see although no one in the audience seemed to feel that way, creating a party-like atmosphere. The humiliation continued for quite a bit longer before finally the frisky fighter pranced away, leaving Madeleine to wilt forward from her seated position with her head slumped in front of her, sweat dripping off it and trickling onto the canvas between her spread legs.
The suffocating smother was physically devastating to Madeleine as she frantically gasped for air with her head hung and her chest dropping and heaving up and down with her heavy breathing. But the indignity might have been even worse since it was so psychologically demoralizing to the wrestling veteran who come there to revitalize her wrestling career but had instead been made a laughingstock in front of the hostile crowd.
After taking another celebratory circle around the ring, Chantelle then returned and stood in front of her victim, reaching down to cup her face from beneath her chin and haul it upright so that they 2 were now nose-to-nose.
“Now THAT’S how you fight in MY HOUSE!” Chantelle bellowed boastfully. “Not that wrestling shit you do! No one wants to see that shit no more!” she howled before dropping Madeleine’s head and then grabbing her by the ankles to drag her prone body to the center of the ring.
She then dropped her ankles as the older woman’s voluptuous body lay flattened and spread eagle, her drooping chest slumped down either side of her body as it continued to heave up and down, the pale pink skin of her sweaty body glistening under the lights. It certainly looked like a disheartening end to her comeback attempt and with her 50th birthday rapidly approaching, was very likely to be her last memory in a wrestling ring. But Chantelle wasn’t done with her yet. Strolling up to the top of Madeleine’s head, she then turned to face in the opposite direction of her prone body while spreading her own legs to straddle the older woman’s face. Crouching down with her incapacitated victim laying listlessly beneath her, Chantelle remained in the dangerously seductive stance for a few more seconds, the crowd now on their feet in anticipation of the even more humiliating end. The abusive beauty then gazed down at Madeleine who looked helpless and distraught, before beginning to ominously swivel her hips as her ass hovered just a few feet or so above Madeleine’s face. Chantelle then suddenly lurched up before dropping down with the intention of slamming her cushions onto Madeleine’s dripping façade one final time, but Madeleine somehow managed to roll out of the way at the last second, leaving Chantelle’s backside with nothing to break her fall as it struck the canvas with terrific force.
The jarring collision sent a painful tingle up her spine as her face winced in pain before she rolled onto her side and then frantically flailed around while grabbing for her throbbing backside. The crowd meanwhile were stunned as the volume level was noticeably turned down while Madeleine meanwhile crawled into the corner and draped both arms over the middle rope, hanging there while trying to recover from the assault to which she had just been subjected.
The stunning turn of events left everyone confused as Chantelle finally rolled onto her back while still reaching to massage the base of her spine. Madeleine meanwhile, still hurting while gasping for air, knew that a window of opportunity had opened for her and that if she didn’t quickly take advantage of it that it would close pretty soon. As such she began to struggle to take action, turning while crawling on her hands and knees over to her flattened foe. Reaching Chantelle’s side, she plopped her body across her and pressed her weight down onto her with all of her strength. Seeing that Chanelle was pinned, the ref came over and checked her shoulders, the fans also reacting but jumping to their feet and jeering.
The feisty younger woman was not giving up without a fight and struggled to break free from beneath her sweaty, 175 pound rival but Madeleine knew that this might be her only chance at victory and fought equally as hard to keep her pinned. She knew that she had to keep her shoulders flattened for long enough to satisfy the ref and continually shifted her weight to do so, but then finally Chantelle managed to plant her feet and with a mighty thrust of her hips, rolled Madeleine off of her. Spinning over, Madeleine’s body came to rest just above Chantelle’s head with the 2 women remaining flat and their bodies forming the shape of “T”.
As the fans implored the younger woman to get up, she remained flat on her back with her spine still aching. Madeleine meanwhile was also flat on her back with 1 arm curled above her head while she hysterically rubbed at her nose with the other due to the effects of the aptly named Stinkface she had just been subjected to. But then suddenly Chantelle rolled over and spread across the unsuspecting Madeleine’s shoulders, pushing her body down onto her to keep her pinned. Madeleine began to desperately kick and flail her legs while the ref moved in and the crowd once again jumped to their feet cheering with anticipation. The struggle continued for several more seconds with Madeleine compacted beneath her rival and still kicking, but also trying to roll her shoulders to keep them from being pinned.
“I GOTCHU MOMMA .... I GOTCHU!” Chantelle barked down to her flailing rival.
The ref then lifted his arm and looked like he was about to end it when the desperate older woman somehow managed to repeat her rival’s escape by thrusting up with her hips to roll Chantelle off of her. There was discernible sigh from the crowd as the ref backed away but Chantelle managed to get to her knees before pausing as Madeleine rolled onto her side and then sat up on her hip. The shorter woman got to her feet first and with Madeleine now on her hands and knees, grabbed her by the hair and forced to crawl along to the side ropes where she then heaved her up so that she was facing out toward the crowd.
Setting up behind her, the weary Chantelle paused before dropping to one knee as Madeleine remained facing the audience with both arms slung over the top rope and her armpits wedged against it as she dangled there. Exhausted and hurt, her legs were bending and twisting, unable to completely hold her up as she battled to steady herself and as a result, with her bare midsection positioned just above the middle rope, every time her legs gave out, the bottom of her belly actually folded over it. The little pooch of skin continued to curl over the cable each time she dropped, which was many times since she could not get her legs to cooperate. She could feel it happening too and although embarrassed, was powerless to prevent it. The unflattering scenario did not go unnoticed by the fans seated directly in front of her as well and several of them began to shout unflattering insults as a consequence.
But Madeleine had other things to worry about since she was too weak to get herself off of the ropes while her opponent had now been able to get back to her feet. Moving in, Chantelle was ready to resume and leaning against Madeleine’s back, wrapped her arm around her throat and locked her in a chokehold from behind while pushing her even more deeply against the ropes. Once again flailing her arms clumsily, Madeleine became desperate as she could feel herself growing lightheaded and in that desperation, finally kicked her leg up behind her and managed to strike it into Chantelle’s crotch
The strike drew a pained scream from Chantelle who instantly relinquished the hoke and stumbled backward, clenching her legs tightly together and wedging her arms between them in an attempt to ease her pain. Madeleine then took a deep breath, gathered what was left of her strength and pushed herself off of the ropes before stumbling alongside her bowed rival and wrapping her in a side headlock. She then paused once more as the fans assaulted her verbally before she began to trudge toward the corner while towing the hunched over Chantelle at her side.
As they drew closer, Madeleine mustered some speed until finally tossing the younger woman forward so that the top of Chantelle’s lowered head sped between the middle ropes before striking the steel pole in the corner. With a loud THUNK, Chantelle was shot out of the corner and flew backward until she crashed to the canvas on her back. The stunning turn of events drew silence from the fans as Madeleine then dropped to her knees alongside and fell on top of her, spreading her ample body across the younger woman to pin her.
To a chorus of boos the ref moved in, checked Chantelle’s shoulders and then slapped the canvas to signal the end of the match. Madeleine had earned a stunning victory, a victory which few were happy with as they began to toss debris into the ring in protest. Madeleine meanwhile was elated although too drained to do anything but roll off of her victim and lay on her back while savoring her accomplishment as spews of beer and debirs splashed across her body. It was going to be a long and physically painful bus ride home due to the damage she had sustained in the fight, but it would also be psychologically satisfying knowing that she earned her first victory as an unretired, single woman!