The Little Ol' Lady from Pasadena
By elliebi@aol.com or elesaa@comcast.net



This another match in the series of matches Lee and I wrestled over a 20-plus
year period. This is another tag-team match, this one fought in North
Hollywood, CA. It takes place in the spring of 1980 (Ellie is 32 and Lee is
35), and is the first match we had after moving to Southern California in Feb.
1980.

We gathered at a local adult nightspot on Lankershim Blvd. that the group
reserved for special occasions such as our matches. We later had some matches
at home, but the homes were so close, that privacy was almost nonexistent.
Another couple, neighbors, brought us to our first match and introduced us to
the others. We had a large room normally used for S&M activities, but with
everything pushed aside and the mats down, we had plenty of room. We arranged
the mats to butt up against three walls. That left a good portion of the room
for seating. Along with us tonight were: Tonya and Eddie, our neighbors and
hosts tonight, a very good-looking black couple who were tough wrestlers;
Maria and Jerry, who were very serious wrestlers and loved to inflict pain
before finally ending the match; Fran and Bill, a jovial couple who could kick
the shit out of you; and our opponents, Joan and Gary, an older beach-loving
couple who were outdoors people. By this time we had been wrestling as a
couple for over seven years. I had been at it for almost 13 years. Maria was
the referee and announcer for our match, which started the night's events.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this match is one fall with a 30-minute time limit. In
the blue corner, at a combined weight of 319 lbs., here from the wilds of
Pasadena, is the team of Gary and Joan, The Wild Bunch." The crowd cheered and
booed in good fun as the two wrestlers strutted and Joan cupped her breasts at
the crowd. He wore black tights with yellow lightning bolts down the sides.
She wore a blue and red cheerleader's skirt and matching blue spandex
sleeveless top.

"And in the red corner, new to our shores, at a combined weight of 313 lbs.,
from the other coast, here are Lee and Ellie, the East Coast Exterminators."
Once again the crowd cheered and booed as we bowed and blew kisses to them. We
wore matching dark blue and red tights and I wore a blue sports bra. Maria
called us out and gave the instructions: no kicking, punching or clawing the
face; forearms and slaps are allowed; no kicking the groin area; punching and
kneeing are allowed. We were wrestling barefooted.

I started against Joan. We came out fast and locked up with Joan slowly
pushing me against a wall. Before she could do anything, I slipped out and
moved away. We locked up again, this time I grabbed her right arm and twisted
it into a hammerlock. Yanking her hair I forced her down onto the mat and
trapped her. She tried to get to Gary, but couldn't move away. "If you quit, I
won't break it," I whispered. All I got back was a loud "Fuck you." I
momentarily eased up, then really poured on the pressure, getting a good
feeling from hearing her scream. "OOOOOWWWWWWWW, oh god, Gary please help me."
He stood in their corner and tried to stretch as far as possible while holding
the tag line, but couldn't tag her. When she cried out once more he rushed in
and kicked my chest, driving a foot into my right breast. I fell back in pain,
clutching my breast, the pain shooting through me. When I fell back, Joan
crawled away and tagged Gary.

He ran in and kicked me again, several times in the belly and back. I rolled
into a ball so he grabbed my hair and pulled me up, then ran my head into a
wall. Oh god did that hurt. I was stunned and saw stars for a while. He lifted
me up high, nearly over his head and drove me into the mat with a vicious
powerslam. The breath was forced from me as I slammed into the mat. I laid
there unable to move or breathe. He probably could have pinned me, but instead
pulled me up for another. But this time it was Lee who rushed in and pushed
me, knocking him backwards onto the mat. He landed hard with me on top. Maria
quickly started the count and got to 2 before he lifted an arm. I was still
dazed but knew enough to tag Lee.

Both teams tagged and Lee ran in tackling Joan, driving her into a wall. He
grabbed both legs and pulled her out, rolled her onto her belly and applied a
Boston Crab. He nearly sat on her back, pulling both legs back to really put
pressure on her lower back. Joan moaned and cried out, but still couldn't move
to tag Gary. She suffered for about two minutes like this. All she could do is
slap the mat in pain and frustration, while Gary tried to tag her. Maria kept
asking if she quit and all she got was a "fuck you" through clenched teeth.
When it looked like Joan was about to submit, Gary ran in and dropkicked Lee
in the chest and head. Lee fell back and released the hold. Gary then grabbed
both of Lee's legs, spread them and kneedropped his groin area. Lee grabbed
his crotch and rolled around in pain. Oh god it must have been terrible. Maria
pushed Gary back to his corner, but he'd done his best. Lee just rolled and
moaned in severe pain. Joan managed to stand and instead of tagging Gary, she
yelled back, "I want this one myself. He's going to submit or get the beating
of his life." With that she yanked his hair, pulling him to a kneeling
position, then yanking both arms back while forcing a foot into his back. Lee
was so consumed with the pain in his balls, he could barely defend himself.
The pain was horrible as Maria kept asking for a submission. "No, no,
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, oh god, Ellie, please!" he
screamed repeatedly. He kept shaking his head when asked about submitting and
Joan, with a wicked smile, just yanked back harder on both arms.

Not really wanting a submission yet, she released the hold and with her foot
drove Lee to the mat. He landed on his face, rubbing it harshly against the
plastic cover of the mats. Joan yelled at Gary to cup his hands and she ran to
him, stepped into the hands and leaped high, coming down with an elbow into
Lee's lower back. He flopped up and then just laid still, his legs twitching a
bit from the pain.

Joan stood over him and pulled him up by the hair and cupping his chin. As she
stood him up, she drove a forearm smash into his face smashing his head back.
He staggered back a few steps, but stood. She fired another forearm into his
face, then another as he fell against the wall. She watched him slowly sink to
the mat, sweat pouring over his face and muscular body. Joan was getting very
angry at not being able to end this fight. I was just amazed at how this older
woman was beating my husband to a pulp. He was totally unable to fight back.
His body was racked with pain and he could barely stand.

Joan grabbed his hair and pulled him into a front face lock. He held him for a
few seconds then drove a knee into his chest. It lifted him off the mat and
then dropped him to one knee. She yanked back his hair and laughed in his
face. The sweat was pouring down his head and face, his eyes almost closed.
"Come on little boy, try to fight just a little bit. This is too easy and
sooooo much fun." With that, she slapped him so hard it left a red welt on his
cheek. It snapped his head hard to the left, sweat flying off. His hair flew
wildly and he was nearly out of it. She repeated the slaps, each one more
violent than the last. His face a mass of welts and bruises, she pushed him to
the mat in frustration. She pulled his left arm into an armbar, twisting it
and pulling it back. Lee moved around to ease the pain, but Joan merely jerked
it hard, then stepped over the arm and sat on his shoulder. He cried out as
she pulled up and back. All Lee could do was slap the mat. His screams became
more like groans as he was slowly slipping into submission. As she kept
applying more pressure, he softly moaned and nearly tapped out. I just had to
do something to save him and the match.

I ran in and yanked her hair pulling her off Lee and slamming her against a
wall. I then dragged Lee back to our corner and we tagged. I went back in and
grabbed Joan's throat in a choke hold, both hands around her throat and neck.
I squeezed and liked watching her gagged and claw my hands. I released the
hold and drove a forearm into her face snapping her head back. Grabbing her
hair, I held her head back and chopped her throat and chest several times.
Joan fell against a wall and looked around for Gary. But he was across the
room. I pulled her into a front face lock, changing it into a choke. She
clawed more at my hands and arms, but I held tight. I yanked up on her throat
which caused more gagging and gasping for air. After about a minute, she
weakened and fell to one knee. That's when I saw Gary coming at me. I dropped
her and turned to him, driving a fist into his groin as he came at me. He
screamed and crumbled to the mat, clutching his balls. He rolled over trying
to ease the pain. I grabbed Joan, lifted her chest-high and powerslammed her
on top of Gary's writhing body. I pulled her up again and yelled to Lee to
have a knee ready. I carried her to Lee, and then dropped her across his knee,
trying to injure her. Joan fell off his knee, rolling around holding her lower
back. I asked Lee if he wanted to come in and he did so we tagged. He slowly
lifted Joan, draped an arm over his shoulder, grabbed her skirt and snapped
her over with a perfect suplex. Her lower back landed hard, the same spot that
hit Lee's knee. This time she was dazed and unable to move. He pulled her up,
bent her over and grabbed her in a reverse waist lock. He lifted her up for a
powerbomb, slamming her head and neck into the mat. She bounced once and laid
still. Lee then tagged me in to finish the match. I moved in and slowly put
her into a surfboard, pulling her arms back and digging into her back with a
foot. I kept her there for maybe two minutes, really pouring on the pressure.
When I released her she fell forward onto her chest. I rolled her over, leaped
onto her with a splash, hooked a leg and Maria counted her out. I rolled off
Joan and lay for a few seconds, very tired and satisfied with our win. I got
up and Lee and I hugged and kissed which the crowd loved. We then helped Joan
and Gary to their corner and congratulated them on a great match. Maria made
it official, "At 24 minutes and 16 seconds, the winners are Lee and Ellie, the
East Coast Exterminators"

Notes: Ellie: This was one of the toughest matches we fought as a team. They
were very good and beat us other times as well as losing to us again. Joan
wanted to wrestle us as often as possible, but we had other opponents to face.
She fought Lee and I in singles matches, always making a good show of it. She
was one of our toughest and meanest opponents. You'll see more from Joan in
future matches. We are posting these matches at www.TheValkyrie.com site

Lee" This was another of those embarrassments for me. I know Gary nearly
destroyed my nuts, but she was almost a fighting machine. Joan was relentless
and knowing she was seven years older than me didn't help my ego or pride. But
we fought them several times and in tag matches we were 2-4, but in singles we
had a winning record. I'm not sure who was better, Joan or Kay, from the first
match we wrote. Both were great opponents. We both enjoy reading these notes
we kept, and we hope you enjoy the matches we write from them, but we're also
surprised at how we weren't seriously injured by some of our holds and moves.
This match is a good example of how rough and injurious we were in our
matches. At least the pros know how to land and make it look good. We just
plain tried to hurt each other, and in Ellie's case, she's still in pain from
our wrestling. This whole love of wrestling and the contact and competition
could have ended horribly. But we were young and bullet proof.