[BigMommaJoanie]

Finally Kat let's go of the nasty hold but bounces on my back several times adding insult to injury. When she steps away I get up - well I try, but my back is pretty well locked. I look up toward the ropes in front of me but I have a great distance to go to make them. On my elbows, I slide myself along the mat, inching toward a break. The noise level begins to rise, many sensing the end is near. If I get to my feet, I have no idea what my back is going to do but I'm not very hopeful, quite honestly. Closer to the ropes I get but still a good distance, wondering what the tattooed tart is up to. Getting closer!

[KatFyte]

I watch as Joanie slides her big body across the canvas. She is so slow - far slower than usual and her legs just drag behind her, providing no help in getting her big body to the ropes. Her legs . . . her legs . . . I know she almost never submits, but what about a sharpshooter? Hmmmmm . . . probably not - she's too heavy and I'm too tired. What else? A second of additional thought brings an idea to mind. "Where are you going big girl? Come here Momma!" I reach down and grab my opponent's ankles and drag her back to the middle of the ring. I cross her legs at the ankles, step through them with my right foot facing away from her head and arch my back and drop, using the Indian Death Lock. To really make it count, I find her head and wrap my arms around her chin, pulling the best I can in an awkward position. Still, despite her size and toughness, I think this could be effective. Will she submit though? We should know shortly!

[BigMommaJoanie]

My heart sinks as the ropes become more distant. My legs are almost useless at the moment, the work to my lower back proving to be problematic. I have nothing with which to fight back, flat on my belly, my lower body useless. Kat twists my legs up and while I know this is going to hurt, I never expected such a classic move. When she drops back torturing my legs I scream and consider submitting. I hold out for about two seconds when she gets my chin and pulls on my head. I let out a blood curdling scream and manage to think about my situation but realize there is no escape. Even if she let me out of this immediately, my back is wrecked and my legs are felling broken. I latch my hands onto hers with no positive results, so I slap the canvas repeatedly with my right hand, tapping out. The ref calls for the bell without pause and it sounds. Kat releases me immediately, not extending the torture. The ref helps get us untangled, my head dropping but my legs still folded across my butt, unwilling to straighten. Some time passes yet I am unable to move. I lift my head and see everyone on their feet cheering. This was a classic "one that got away" match and I realize, age has caught up with me whether I like it or not.

[KatFyte]

I get the basic hold locked in but no submission. I control her head and still no submission. When her hands start tugging at mine, I wonder if she is going to endure this. I cannot imagine being in such a hold and even thinking about submitting - it would happen in a flash. But several seconds go by before the bell rings and the ref barks at me that it's over. Gawd this woman is tough! What must she have been like ten or fifteen years ago? We separate with the help of the ref and to my feet I go, arms raised. I am announced the winner, my excitement barely containable. I parade around the ring to a standing O, absolutely thrilled. But when I see the giant grappler still face down and legs folded, I cannot hep but feel compassion. I go to her legs and gently lay them on the mat, then whisper in her left ear, "I'm here to help. Ready to get up?"

[BigMommaJoanie]

"I . . . I don't know." Honestly, I don't. But then I nod my head and the gracious Kat takes her time, leading me to my feet. On wobbly legs and with a numb back, Kat raises my left arm gently as if I were the winner. A very polite cheer goes up and then Kat leads me to the ropes and assists me out of the ring. We head up the aisle gingerly, neither saying a word until about halfway, when Kat states quite profoundly, "I could really use a tag partner Momma." Through the pain and agony, I smile. "I might be available." And that was the end of the conversation. Kat saw me to my dressing room and disappeared. I plopped into the chair and took a good long look at myself. Tag team wrestling could possibly extend my career. Maybe.

[BigMommaJoanie]

Thank you to all who voted and commented! This was a lot of fun despite losing. Don't think for a minute Kat that I don't want a rematch!

[BustyAbbyfights]

Wow, im speechless to you both, what an amazing show you both put on! Congratulations to you both! Great job Kat, great job Joanie

[KatFyte]

Thank you to all who voted and commented! This was a lot of fun despite losing. Don't think for a minute Kat that I don't want a rematch!

Yes! My first poll match and I never thought it would go the way it did. Thanks everyone!