Mom fights the pro!
by susanjoan@loveable.com
In this episode, Mom finds out who trained Julie to beat her and then fights the teacher...a pro wrestler..


So...we had two glorious weeks on the beach in Ocean City NJ. Julie Frank and
I were on a house right on the beach in this community which is just up the
coast from where we live on the mainland. About a 20 minute drive, but a world
away.

The Sunday of week one we met the neighbors and we all became fast friends.
Pat and Steve Munson live all year at the shore - Steve runs a health club on
the mainland and Pat does the beach as she likes to say. We had drinks at each
other's houses, went out and in to dinner together and generally had a great
time with them.

Things got interesting on the Monday night of week 2. Julie and Frank were
planning a night on the town up in Atlantic City. They had dinner reservations
at 7 at Trumps Marina and then tickets to a late show at Caesars and would be
gone for the whole night. I planned a simple salad after a day at the beach
and then a night with a good book and a glass or two of wine. That was till
Steve and Pat heard about the kids' plans. They insisted that I join then as
Steve had a huge steak he was going to grill and Pat had gotten some fresh
Jersey corn and tomatoes at the farmer's market. Well, its hard to turn these
folks down and so I said yes and joined them!

We had a great dinner and then were on the deck about 8:30 drinking a glass of
wine when Steve said he a really early morning meeting and was going to hit
the hay. I tried to leave too but Pat said she'd be all alone finishing the
bottle of wine and didn't want to drink alone...would I stay? I said sure and
we had a great time finishing that bottle and working our way through the
next.

Pat was saying how glad she was to meet me and that she was so happy that
Julie looked happier then she had in months. I was very puzzled by this remark
until Pat explained that Julie had spent several months with them over the
winter and that she'd been the one to work on Julie's fighting skills. I was
very surprised and asked her many questions including what she'd done with
Julie and how had she known what to do?

This is the story that Pat told me. She grew up in a little town in the
Pacific Northwest (Grants Pass, Or). She was a big athletic girl but not much
of a student. She had a passion for roller skating and had since she was 5 and
learned. She'd summered as a car hop on skates (talk about a long time ago) at
a local drive in the last summer but as a high school graduate she couldn't
see that in her future. College was out and she was really stumped till one
day she saw a story about a Roller Derby team that was being put together in
Klamath Falls. It was to be a summer league of the then popular sport who's
main teams were located in California. (Roller Derby was a real staple of TV
back in the late 60s and early 70s. Men and women's teams rolling around a
track in "heats" with one of each team the scorer and the rest of the team the
blockers. Real physical action and a hell of a lot harder than skating at the
local rink...of which there also was many back then) She'd seen it on TV a lot
and drove to the try outs and got a job. $100 a week and traveling expenses in
the late 60's wasn't bad. She had a great summer traveling around to small
Oregon and Washington State towns and as she was big, blonde and young, became
a star of sorts on the girls team.

In October when the team's season ended she returned to town and took an
office job. This was not her cup of tea and only lasted till the holidays. In
January she took a waitress job in a local coffee shop. She could take the
occasional ass grabbing better than the office routine but when she got a call
from the team owner next April she was ready to go.

This time she helped with the selection of players and the training and was
again a great success in this small league. In late September her friend Peggy
came to her with an add from the Eugene paper looking for male and female
wrestlers for a local promoter. Hell, they said that Roller Derby was really
wrestling on skates and Pat had been in some nasty fights both on and off the
track in the past couple of years so she figured what the hell. The try outs
were on an off day the girls had and they drove to Eugene. Only a few women
showed up and the girls Roller Derby credits did them well so they were
accepted.

Following their last game, the promoter sent them off to the Mildred Burke
wrestling school and they learned the way to play the game! Within two months
they were competing around the Northwest circuit and winning and losing as the
matches went on. Pat was adamant that they were not silicone boob jobs like
today's female "wrestlers". Wrestling was a much different sport then and the
fights were real and the effort and skills mush better. She mostly fought the
local talent but had met stars such as Anne Casey, Sherri Lee, Marie Vagione
and even the Fabulous Mula in the ring (my older brother was really into
wrestling when I was in my teen years and all these names were very familiar
too me. I think many of my ideas about women fighting came out of watching
those fights with my brother and seeing the effect the women had on him. I'd
often fantasized about fighting some of these real lady wrestlers (real ladies
and real wrestlers! Pat had lived out my dream of fighting these kinds of pro
wrestlers!).

There was a man and his son in Portland who promoted in the local area and the
son seemed to have a thing for Pat. Well that son turned out to be Steve and
when he took over the promotion game from his Dad, he made his moves on Pat.
Soon after they married and had 3 kids along the way. She continued to wrestle
and tour the area until the kids came along. Then she turned into super mom
and would occasionally wrestle on a local card so she could stay home. She'd
fight on her husband's promoted cards as the promoter's wife which seemed to
have a great pull for the local fight fan. Mostly it was against local talent
but again she'd occasionally fight a national wrestling name and that was a
huge gate draw as she was something of a local celeb to the wrestling fans in
Portland. Looking at her today in her early 50s I can only imagine her 20
years ago. A big blonde bombshell and the bosses wife...must have been a great
local draw!

She continued to fight through the 80s but in the early 90s the business
changed and Steve got out of it and so did she. Steve's father had owned a
couple of gyms and Steve worked turning them into "health clubs" and was very
successful. Pat would work from time to time doing some weight training
classes and the like and would occasionally get a call to do a charity
wrestling gig at a local Knights of Columbus or the like.

A couple of years ago they sold the chain of clubs in Oregon for a tidy profit
and were looking for a new life. The kids had scattered and since Steve had
grown up on the east coast before his Dad moved the family to Oregon they
decided to come back here. They always loved the ocean and Steve had some
great childhood memories of the Jersey Shore and that's where they ended up.
Steve's got a new club in Sommer's Point that he opened a year ago and Pat
loves the beach.

After telling me the story over a 3d bottle of wine. Pat turned to me and
said, "You know...Julie wants us to fight. That's the main reason for this
whole vacation."

Now I'm thinking...here's this woman who's about my age (she's 52) and who was
a roller derby queen and a lady wrestler who fought with some of the greats in
the field and I'm supposed to fight her? I know it was nuts, but my juices (or
the wine) was flowing in my veins and I really wanted to try...but would I
have a chance??

"How many fights did you and Julie have while she was training?", I asked her.

"12"

"and how many did you win?"

"all of them"

Now again, here is a woman who trained my daughter to come home and beat me.
Here is a woman who fought my daughter 12 times and never lost. Am I nuts???

"Look Su", Pat said, "I know you think you may be over matched but what if you
pick the fight?"

This remark about being over matched pissed me off (even though I was
overmatched by a long shot) and I said, "have you done much boxing?"

"Just some exercise boxing", she replied

"How about 10 2 minute rounds with 2 minute rest periods?"

And we agreed to that. We'd fight on Thursday evening at the Sommer's Point
club at about 9:30 (it closes at 9). Bathing suits for us. Julie would ref,
Steve would work Pat's corner and Frank would work mine!

Pat is 52, stands 5 foot 8, long blonde hair, weighs 180 and has a 44d-30-35
figure.....imagine that in a black scoop neck bathing suit in a pair of boxing
gloves in the ring!

So we all drove to the club on Thursday evening in Steve's Lincoln. Steve
helped Pat into her gloves while Frank laced up mine. Pat was wearing a black
scoop neck bathing suit with blue trim...looked every part the 60-70 pro
wrestler. I was wearing a white V neck suit that I found very comfortable.
Julie was in the skimpiest yellow bikini she owns...really little more than a
thong and a couple of pieces of wispy cloth that just covers her nipples - Pat
and I considered double teaming her after her choice of clothing but decided
to work on each other instead!

Steve set up the auto timekeeper at ring side and when the bell rang we were
off in the first round! Lots of foot action and a few punches thrown as we
both "felt out" our opponent. For a big woman Pat was very light on her feet
and you knew that she had been very athletic at one time. She still was
formidable in the ring and I could well imagine what she must have been like
when she wasn't as thick in the middle. Two minutes went pretty fast and as
the bell rang neither of us had really made much of an impact.

Round two started as I moved out of my corner and quickly got into Pat's face.
I hit her with a right left combo to her head that she blocked but then
surprised her with a solid right to her side that she really felt. She danced
away from it but I knew that she'd taken notice. I moved on her again and this
time was able to connect with a right to the side of her head and then a solid
one two punch to her stomach followed my a right uppercut that caught her chin
and dumped the bigger woman on the canvas. I was shocked that I had scored the
first knockdown and was a bit slow getting back to my corner so Julie could
begin the count. She was on 4 going to 5 when Pat strung to her feet. I was
able to get in another body blow before the round ended and I returned to my
corner.

Felt pretty good after this round as I really wondered how tough Pat was going
to be with boxing gloves. Not to be cocky but I now thought I at least had a
chance to come out on top.

As the bell sounded to start round three I was up and in her face once again.
I connected with a couple of body shots but nothing to the extent that I had
in round two. Although I was still making contact she seemed to get out of the
way of the really hard stuff and I was not able to make the inroads I'd been
able to in round two. I'd still have to give round three to me as she never
touched me but I didn't think round three had the impact on the fight that
round two had had!

Round four stared with some dancing again by both of us as we traded useless
blows but at about 1 minute into the round I made contact with a solid right
to her side that really seemed to affect Su. After that shot, I was able to
connect with a couple of more decent body shots and then a right left right
combo to her head. She danced away a bit after that and threw a couple of
ineffective shots to my face but then I was able to connect with a solid right
to her stomach and then a left uppercut to her jaw that dumped her first on
the ropes and then onto the canvas. I was sure to get to a neutral corner ASAP
but unfortunately Julie had only gotten to a 4 count when the bell sounded and
the round ended. Score another round for Su in my mind!!!

I was quick out of my corner as round five started and moved at her perhaps a
bit too fast and too cocky as Pat stopped me dead in my tracks with a right to
my stomach that I never even saw. She followed this with a left right head
combo that had me down on the canvas. I literally saw stars and by the time I
knew what was going on I heard Julie counting "7, 8" and I crawled to my feet
by her 9 count just barely saving the fight. I knew, however that we still had
a good part of round 5 to go and I needed to stay out of trouble! I took a
couple of punches at Pat but knew they weren't finding the target as I tried
to clear my head and stay out of her way. With a series of right left combos
Pat backed me into the corner and then hit me with a right upper cut that
draped me across the ropes. This time it was Pat who stayed around too long
and by the time Julie counted to 3 the round ended and I had been saved!

Wow...what a difference a round makes, huh? Obviously this round didn't go to
me and in reality I had been just saved by the bell because it was almost 20
seconds before I managed to get back to my corner. Frank was on me as soon as
I made it back saying, "Babe..another round like that and she's going to have
this thing. You need to go after her in this next round. You need to target
her tits!" I had to agree with Frank. She'd come very close in this round and
I was hurting. I did need an advantage and if I managed to take the fight to
those 44Ds of hers then I would do that. Time to mix in some cat fighting in
this boxing match and play the tit card.

Round six found me moving on Pat with great trepidation! I needed to make my
move but if she got to me before I got to her...well it might be all over
before I got to execute my plan. After about 30 seconds of the round I finally
saw my opening. Pat lunged at me with a right that really had no chance of
going anywhere. I saw my opportunity because the way she'd thrown this punch
totally opened up her tits to me. I pounded first a left then a hard right
into her chest totally surprising the bigger woman and stopping her in her
tracks. I followed up with a left upper cut that raised her tits and then I
plowed a hard right directly into her cleavage! This last move draped Pat
across the ropes and as soon as I got to a neutral corner Julie started a
count. She was up again by a 6 count and I moved in again to complete the
attack. This time she was guarding her boobs which was fine to me because now
I got to send some very hard blows to her stomach! Mixing signals like this
had Pat totally confused and when she brought her guard down to her body I
obliged with a hard right to her left breast and then popped a left to her
right breast. Again the guard went up to her tits and again I pounded her mid
section doing some real damage with a roundhouse right to her kidneys that I
thought was going to drop her. A couple of more small blows to her body and
the bell sounded ending round six with both of us on our feet but with Pat in
much worse shape that she was when the round started!

As round seven started you could tell we were both getting tired! Over 12
minutes of hard action had taken its toll on both of us and neither Pat nor I
had the same bounce we'd had earlier. Pat did a much better job covering up
during the first half of this round and I was frustrated several times as I
tried to close on her for the kill. Neither of us could gain any advantage and
I was frankly disappointed because after round six I thought I might be able
to put her away in round seven! With about 30 seconds to go I guess I tried
too hard and managed to open my body up. Pat plowed a hard right to my stomach
and then hit me with a left upper cut squarely in my chest. Almost unable to
respond, she had a pretty much free reign for the rest of the round and
continually pounded my tits with hard (and I mean hard) punches, finally
double punching them just as the bell sounded. Julie had to get between the
two of us to stop Pat's assault and it really seemed Pat was intent on
finishing me off right then and there!

Back in my corner Frank told me what I already knew "Hey Babe...this bitch is
killing you. You gotta pound her tits in this round or its over."

No shit Sherlock! I got top my feet slowly and as round 8 started I moved out
as well as I could. Without the benefit of icing, my tits were still on fire
and all I wanted to do was get through this round with out Pat pounding on
them again! Alas, that was not to be! As soon as we were in range, Pat started
throwing punches at me, connecting with several body blows. I guess I dropped
my guard, because Pat pounded a couple of hard ones into my chest and then a
punch I never saw connected with my head!

The next thing I remember was hearing Julie count "9 - 10" Pat had taken the
fight in Round Eight with a knock out!