THE AMAZON CLUB IN HAMBURG - I GET TO WATCH
By Kman

Notes:  This is my second attempt at a story so any
feedback, comments, suggestions welcome.  I really
enjoy the theme of these types of stories, where a
male goes up against a much bigger/stronger female in
a wrestling/ boxing/extreme fight match in an
arena/club/private event etc. setting.  I decided to
start writing my own because I have found very few
examples elsewhere.  I would love to read more stories
on this theme so if anyone else has written any, or
knows of any, please let me know!  I hope you enjoy…

kman3uk@yahoo.co.uk

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INTRODUCTION

If you haven’t read about me already please let me
introduce myself – I am the Kman.  Well obviously
that’s not my real name but my ring name.  I am a male
wrestler, reasonably good-looking in my thirties just
under 6ft tall and weigh about 165lbs.  I am medium
build, in good shape but not especially muscular –
hardly what you might think of as an obvious wrestler
when you compare me to some of those hugely muscled
guys you see on TV or at the Olympics.  But then I
don’t fight other guys – I wrestle women in the
underground scene all around the world…

…and that’s how I make my living – I’m hired to go up
against some very big women - and I mean big.  I get
paid by clubs or private clients to wrestle these
Amazons for the entertainment of others – and of
course I enjoy it myself.  Not many other guys are
willing to try and when you meet some of my opponents
you can see why.  Oh I always try damn hard to win –
don’t get me wrong! – but these ladies are some of the
biggest and the best.

I’ve been doing this for a few years now so I’ve
wrestled against a number of women in various venues
and situations around the world.  I want to tell you
about some of them so if you’re interested read on…

THE AMAZON CLUB IN HAMBURG – I GET TO WATCH

You may have read about my first match which took
place in Hamburg, in the red-light district at The
Amazon club, where I’d been given my first practice
match by Helga, one of the resident wrestlers. 
Although I had been training for several months as a
wrestler with normal male wrestlers, I was new to this
underground scene of wrestling women in front of
spectators.  Kati who worked at the club thought it
would be a good idea if I came along to one of the
club nights first to see first hand what I was letting
myself in for, before getting up and actually having a
go myself.  She said I should come along and see some
of the biggest and the best and I agreed.  There was
no point being half-hearted about it…

She suggested that I come along the following Saturday
where they were putting on what they called one of
their ‘Saturday Specials’ – basically every so often
they would invite special guest wrestlers from all
around the world to fight.  For the club members it
kept things fresh and interesting to see different
faces and these events always attracted extra special
attention and a full house.  Kati said they had
contacted a Swedish wrestler, who they had heard about
through one of their members, who had seen her wrestle
in both Sweden and the States.  He was a big fan and
said that they wouldn’t be disappointed.  She hadn’t
appeared at The Amazon before and so not a lot was
known about her.  All they knew was that she was from
a remote part of Sweden in the north, where she had
been brought up on a farm, she was over 6ft 10in tall
and built to match, and that she was only known by her
ring name ‘No Mercy’.  Apparently a name that was
fully deserved… 

Because of her reputation, and on the advice of this
fan, the club promoter had decided to try and match
her up against a big local German toughman contest
winner called ‘The Hammer’. He was a cocky, confident
guy who had defeated many big and tough men but had
never wrestled a woman before.  When he had been
contacted he laughed out loud at the prospect and
wasn’t too sure – he thought it wouldn’t be fair to
her and would be far too easy.  After a bit of
persuasion and a mention of his large purse money he
took up the challenge – easy money he thought.  Just
turn up, show off a bit to the crowd, let her think
she was winning for a bit then just finish her
off…thank-you and goodnight…

Finally Saturday night came and I made my way to the
club – I had been thinking about it all week – I was
so excited at the prospect of seeing my first ‘proper’
mixed match at the club and to imagine myself up there
in front of the crowd in my new wrestling career.  I
hurriedly made my way down the dark, small street to
reach the single door of the club. I rang the bell and
a few moments later the hatch opened.  Kati’s familiar
face appeared and, on seeing me, smiled and
immediately opened the door – no questions asked this
time.  “Hi” she said “Great to see you again.  Glad
you could make it. ”.  I had had to come from my
current part-time job in a shop so I had missed the
early events - I so wanted my wrestling career to work
out so that I could escape the boredom of my
temporary, low paid jobs.  If this worked out for me I
could fulfill some of my fantasies, travel the world
and get well paid at the same time – what could be
better?   “The main event will be starting soon.  Come
with me and I’ll show you to your seat” Kati said.

I followed Kati down a narrow, dingy corridor, past
the dressing rooms and to some double doors near the
end.  On passing the female dressing room I tried to
catch a sneak glimpse inside – the door was partly
open and in the dressing room mirror I could see part
of a woman standing up – I couldn’t see her head
though – she was far too tall.  Then Kati turned round
and caught me looking. She smiled again and said
“C’mon hurry up.  You’ll soon see everything soon
enough…” 

I felt like a naughty schoolboy who’d been caught.  I
sheepishly smiled back and we carried on to go through
the double doors in to the Arena - but although it was
called the Arena it wasn’t that big.  At first glance
it reminded me of one of those 50’s smoky jazz clubs. 
It was a medium sized room with a low ceiling around
the outside, generally low lighting, dark red carpet
and a lot of old gilt fittings that had seen better
days.  The ceiling was double height in the centre and
underneath there stood the Ring – the Ring that I
would soon fight in - a standard size pro-wrestling
ring that looked like it had seen plenty of fierce
action over the years.  The ring of course was much
more brightly lit and around it the room was filled
with round tables and chairs packed full of punters,
both male and female.  Kati showed me to our table
just a few feet away from the ring so that we had a
perfect view.  Also at the table was Frank, the club
promoter, and Gerti, one of the huge Amazon wrestlers
who I had glimpsed on my first visit to the club for
my practice match.  Kati also joined us and sat next
to me.  Frank offered his hand across the table and
said “Pleased to meet you.  Welcome aboard”.  Gerti
just glanced at me and said nothing.  Kati whispered
in my ear and explained that Gerti never fraternizes
with male wrestlers that she might later fight – she
had a reputation to keep up and she felt that if she
was too friendly with her opponents she couldn’t
destroy and humiliate them the way she did.  I nodded
and half-smiled meekly at Gerti.  She just looked at
me expressionless.

The smartly dressed male ring announcer stepped
through the ropes and grabbed the mike.  The room
hushed as he started his announcement.  “Ladies and
Gentlemen may I have your attention please.  The next
contest is tonight’s main event and features two
wrestlers new to The Amazon.  It will be fought to the
finish with no time limit and no rounds. If a wrestler
does submit the match will be halted and restarted but
the submission will not be counted in any wrestler’s
favour.  The winner will be the wrestler who can leave
the ring standing without any aid.  The loser will be
the wrestler who cannot stand at the end and has to
leave the ring with assistance.

Introducing in the blue corner, standing 6ft 3 inches
tall and weighing 238lbs,  the Toughman champion of
Hamburg – The HAMMER ”

At one end of the Arena a pair of blue velvet curtains
drew back and in jogged the Hammer.  He was a rugged,
handsome, well muscled (but not over muscled) guy - he
looked very confident.  He was wearing the usual club
gear of pro-boots, tight white speedo-style trunks and
a short ring jacket that was half-open to reveal his
powerful hairy chest.  He strode up to the ring,
skipped up the steps and bounded over the top rope
with a jump.  He walked around the edge of the ring
smiling and waving to the crowd and cockily blowing
kisses to the women in the audience.  To my eye he
didn’t appear to be treating this very seriously.  The
crowd whooped, hollered and wolf-whistled at his
antics.  After this little show he walked back to his
corner, faced the ring post and held on to the middle
ropes with both his hands - limbering up slightly as
he waited for his opponent.

Then the announcer again…”And in the red corner,
standing 6ft 11 inches tall and weighing 355lbs, one
of the biggest, strongest, most feared female
wrestlers in the world - hailing from Sweden – NO
MERCY”.

At the other end of the Arena the dark red curtains
drew back and the spotlight shone on an awesome
figure.  The crowd went deadly silent as they caught
their first sight of this female behemoth who walked
slowly and purposefully through the crowd to the ring.
 She was MASSIVE. She too wore pro-wrestling boots and
had on a scarlet red one-piece swimming costume, cut
high at the thighs, under a white silk, waist-length
ring jacket. On the back of the jacket were the words
‘No Mercy’ in big, black gothic lettering. The jacket
was fully tied up but you could see underneath how
broad her shoulders were and there was no mistaking
those huge, powerful tree-trunk thighs.  You could
also see that she really worked out.  She had a big,
full, shapely, athletic figure – just like a
shot-putter – but far from the trimmer, cut look of a
bodybuilder.  She had a pretty but tough, lived-in
handsome face and her blonde hair was tied roughly
back. She just looked straight ahead with a mean,
no-nonsense expression on her face.  She never smiled
or acknowledged the crowd like The Hammer.  She looked
like she just meant business and walked straight up to
the ring and up the steps.  Unlike the Hammer she
didn’t jump over the ropes – she just stepped over
them like they were hardly there and planted a big
foot down heavily on the canvas.  The Arena was still
hushed – no-one could quite believe what they were
seeing and there was now a palpable edge inside the
room.  They could clearly see that this woman could do
some serious harm and although excited at the prospect
of this match, I could sense a genuine feeling of
concern and fear for The Hammer.

After her announcement and her entry in to the ring,
The Hammer turned round to face his opponent.  As he
did so, and saw this Amazon giantess for the first
time, the smile vanished slowly from his face.  My
god, he just thought to himself.  What have I let
myself in for.  She was far bigger than any male
opponent he had ever faced and he tried to stop
himself shaking from nerves.  She just stood there and
stared straight at him - no expression – no smile.  
She just looked like she wanted to totally destroy
him.

She eventually turned round to face her corner and,
with her back to the Hammer, slowly slipped off her
ring jacket to reveal one of the biggest, broadest,
most powerful backs that I had ever seen.  Tattooed in
an arc just below her muscular shoulders were the
words ‘No Mercy’ in big, black gothic letters - just
like on the back of her jacket.  She lifted up her
arms slowly and flexed huge biceps so that The Hammer
could clearly see what he had let himself in for. 
They were massive, and I mean massive, hard peaks that
looked they could break rocks let alone men. His eyes
followed down the rest of her body.  From the
broadness of her back her waist tapered and then
flared out to a broad powerful rear and down to
smoothly muscled tree-trunk thighs – each one the size
of most men’s waists.  Her legs were slightly bruised
in some places – no doubt the scars of some recent
ring battles. She turned slowly round to stare him out
again and carried on flexing.  Then she reached across
to one side, to the top of the ring rope, and shook it
violently – the ring looked like it would fall apart
under such force.

The referee brought both wrestlers to the centre to
explain the rules.  With some trepidation the Hammer
stepped out from the safety of his corner and stood
opposite ‘No Mercy’. They were only a foot apart and
her size and power become even more apparent. With her
hands on her hips she stood square to him and looked
down menacingly – he hardly dared look up as he could
feel her eyes burying in to him.  Her well endowed,
huge, powerful chest was only inches from his face
and, for the first time in his fighting career,  he
felt deep, genuine fear.  

After the rules had been explained both wrestlers
returned to their corners and the bell rang to start
the contest. Both came out again slowly to the centre
with hands raised just eyeing each other up.  They
interlocked their hands for a test of strength, the
Hammer spreading his feet out as far behind him as he
could to hold his ground.  His arms strained to their
limit but it was no good – she was slowly pushing him
down to the canvas and there was nothing he could do
to resist.  She pushed harder and harder and he
strained even more.  Christ this woman was strong –
normally he would easily have the upper hand by now
but he felt that she wasn’t anywhere near maximum
strength.  She pushed again and finally he had to go
down on one knee, then slowly to two knees –she pushed
harder and his arms could no longer hold out.  He was
left as a defenceless, crumpled heap on the canvas –
at this point she could have easily followed up with
an attack – but no – she backed off so that he could
rest and regain some composure – she wanted to draw
this out in to a long painful process.  She had made
her point and got the psychological advantage.

He got up from his knees and advanced towards her as
she just stood nonchalantly staring at him in her
corner.  He decided to rush her and shoulder charge
her – he put his full force behind it but she just
stepped to one side and grabbed his head so that he
was headlocked under her right arm.  In this position
she moved a few steps farther out in to the ring and
walked him around the ring so that all the audience
could see. She held him strongly enough so that his
head couldn’t move and he was forced to walk backwards
with his body almost bent double.  She walked him
around for a few moments more as he desperately fought
to try and break the hold and escape.

He could feel her mighty bicep hard against his head. 
But then worse was to come.  She started to apply more
pressure – a lot more pressure, and the pain started
to grow and he started to panic.  He felt like his
head was being squeezed in a huge vice that was
getting tighter and tighter.  He tried even more
desperately to break the hold as he knew he could pass
out but it was no good – he couldn’t budge her.  She
was still increasing the pressure and her bicep now
felt like a rock against his head – the pain was
almost unbearable and he tapped her on the side of her
arms so that he could submit and she would stop.  But
she didn’t stop and just carried on - he felt like his
skull would cave in and tapped harder and more
desperately on her arms so that she would release the
hold – but she still carried on – No Mercy for sure.

By this time the crowd started whistling as they could
see he was in serious trouble from this Swedish
giantess.  The referee who thought she would release
the hold now decided to act more decisively and he
rushed over to try and break the two wrestlers apart. 
Obviously he couldn’t move her but she was experienced
and knew the score – and she released the Hammer just
as she felt he had reached his pain threshold.  She
didn’t want to finish him just yet...

The Hammer fell immediately to his knees gasping for
air and clutching his neck which felt like it was on
fire.  But there was very little rest and respite this
time  - although barely aware of what was going on, he
could hear those big steps come up behind him and then
he felt a mighty blow across his back as she drew
herself up to her full height and unleashed a
thunderous forearm smash.  He went down hard and his
back felt like it had been hit by an iron bar.  But as
if that wasn’t enough, she followed up again with
another.  His back felt like it was on fire and the
pain was searing through. He was almost flat out face
down on the canvas so he couldn’t see what she was
doing.  But I could and so could the rest of the
audience – she knew he was in big trouble so she
started to put on a show for the crowd in her own
style.  She walked to each side of the ring and faced
out to the crowd with one of her mighty arms raised -
she was gesturing as if to ask the crowd whether she
should do it again and deliver another hammer blow. 
The crowd was in a frenzy whooping and hollering – any
sympathy they had earlier felt had now disappeared as
they smelt blood.  All reason had gone out of the
door.  The Hammer could hear the crowd but was still
too groggy to get up and fight on.  After a few more
moments whipping the crowd up ‘No Mercy’ turned to the
kneeling figure on the canvas, walked up behind him
again and delivered another forearm smash across his
back.  But this one was even stronger and a mighty
crack could be heard around the Arena as it was
delivered.  The Hammer who had started to recover
couldn’t do anything but just crumple to the canvas –
he hadn’t broken anything but the pain racking through
his body was like nothing he had felt before in all of
his many fights – no man had ever hit him this hard. 
‘No Mercy’ watched him with a grim sense of
satisfaction as he lay almost broken, face down on the
canvas.  She reached down to him him, and grabbed him
round the neck with both of her huge arms this time. 
In this tight double headlock she dragged him
effortlessly over to our side of the ropes to look out
to our table.  Somehow, for some strange reason, I
felt that this part of the show was especially for me…

Still maintaining her grip, she raised him to his
knees with his head up so that we could see his face.
He looked in a very bad way.  Then she put his head
between her mammoth thighs and started to squeeze –
real hard.  The muscles in her thighs looked immense,
and he grimaced in pain and let out a huge,
uncontrollable scream of agony.   She squeezed even
harder and his face went redder and redder - I
couldn’t imagine the pain he must have been feeling. 
Then after several minutes of this torture she
suddenly just let him go so that his face dropped on
to the lower rope and bounced off.  She let him lie
there for several minutes watching him intently for
signs of recovery.  Every so often she would approach
him and pretend that she was going to hit him with
another mighty arm or huge boot from those powerful
legs. She was teasing both us and him.

Eventually he started to recover and once more raised
himself to his hands and knees.  She walked over and
stood in front of him with her hands on her hips
looking down at this wretched figure of a man.  What a
sight – this mighty figure of a woman towering over
supposedly one of the toughest males around.  He
looked small and pathetic next to her.  She told him
to get up and fight.  He hardly moved so she told him
once more in a firm, calm, emotionless voice “Get up
and fight like a man”.  Eventually he got to his feet
and just as he did so she put one of her massive arms
between his legs, squeezing his balls as she did so,
and hoisted him over her ready for a big bodyslam. 
Again she paraded around the ring with the Hammer
upside down , showing the crowd who was boss.  The she
lifted him as high he could go, let him hang there for
a few fearful moments and brought him down to the
canvas with a mighty crash.  The ring shuddered and
shook.  She picked him up again for another huge
bodyslam.  Again he landed violently on the canvas. 
She repeated this three more times.  God knows how
this guy was still conscious – how could any man
survive this show of strength and power. Finally she
let him recover once more. After a few moments the
Hammer raised himself to his knees and started to
crawl as fast as he could to the ropes. He knew he
couldn’t take much more of this and wanted to get out
of the ring – fast.

The ‘normal’ size but well built female helpers around
the ring started to react – the club rules meant that
no wrestler could leave the ring unless the match was
finished and one wrestler was unable to leave unaided.
 This match wasn’t over yet so if he tried to get out
they would all push him back in – there was no escape
or early finish – those were the rules.  The Hammer
saw all these women outside trying to block his
potential exit from this nightmare and he was
panicking.  But the helpers needn’t have worried. ‘No
Mercy’ was keeping a close eye on him and she moved
round and stood in front of him to block his path.  He
stopped crawling and he looked fearfully up at her,
all 6 feet 11 inches and 25 stone of pure female
power, strength and muscle.  She was staring straight
back down at him with a disdainful and mean look.  He
didn’t want to be carried out on a stretcher – no
person in their right mind would want that.  So he
started begging her to stop and let him go.  Tears
started to roll down his face, but she just carried on
staring at him – no response. He carried on begging
and pleading, becoming more hysterical by the minute. 
She just stood there with her hands on her broad hips
looking down at this poor, pathetic, miserable figure.
 The crowd was silent as they watched and listened to
his pleas falling on deaf ears.

Eventually she reached down to him, put one big hand
around his neck and under his chin, and lifted him
easily to his feet.  He was still crying and pleading
with a scared look in his eyes –what was going to
happen next? With her grip still on his throat she
paraded him once more around the edge of the ring. 
She started to chant ‘No Mercy, No Mercy’ and the
crowd soon joined in with thunderous enthusiasm.  The
Hammer by now had stopped crying – he was just too
plain scared as he knew the finish was coming. She had
raised and moved him slightly off the canvas so that
he had to tiptoe around with his crotch pointing out
to the crowd.  Although scared he was also strangely
excited, and the crowd could see the large bulge in
his tight white trunks.

Finally she let him go, turned him around to face her
and before he could move delivered a huge punch with
her mighty fist and arm straight in to his face.  The
huge force knocked him staggering back – if he was
barely aware before of what was going on, now he was
in dreamland.  Still barely on his feet up against the
ropes, she followed this quickly with a big knee to
his stomach and again I saw the huge, raw power of the
muscles in her big thigh as she did so.  God she was
so strong and beautiful – I had a huge erection
watching her and despite the damage I knew she could
do to me, I just wanted her to take me there and then.

Now she backed him in to her corner of the ring and it
was lights out time.  The guy clearly had no idea what
was going on now and just lay there on the corner post
soaking up the punishment from this merciless
giantess. Blow upon blow rained down on him – punches,
forearm smashes and powerful knees to his head,
stomach and legs.  He was on ‘toughman  autopilot’ and
just took the punishment as best he could – any normal
man would have long given up.  Eventually though it
was all too much, his legs finally gave way and he
just sunk slowly down the corner post to the canvas –
he was out stone cold and the fight was over.

‘No Mercy’ stood over him for a few more moments just
to make sure he was completely finished then she
turned round to walk to the centre of the ring.  The
ring announcer stepped through the ropes, mike in hand
and announced “And the winner by a knockout -‘NO
MERCY’.  He tried to hold her hand up in victory – but
she was far too tall.  Then she walked to all four
sides of the ring and turned round so that her back
was to the crowd.  Each time she hit a big double
bicep pose, so that her big, black, gothic ‘No Mercy’
tattoo stood out in hard relief across her broad,
powerful back.  Every time she flexed those rock hard
peaks in her arms, the crowd went wild with huge
cheers, whistles and hollering.

Meanwhile the helpers and medics rushed to the Hammer
in the ring.  He was still out cold and, after a
thorough inspection by the doctor he was stretchered
out to huge applause from the crowd and an
acknowledgement by the announcer.  Not that it
mattered really as he wasn’t aware of a thing.  After
all the excitement finally died down ‘No Mercy’
stepped over the ropes and out to ringside.  Before
she went back to her dressing room though, she came
over to our table.  I thought she was going to talk to
Frank the club promoter but instead she walked over to
me.  She bent down from her huge height to talk to me.
 Up close she was even more awesome - her physical
size and presence was incredible.  Now I could see,
and almost taste the sweat on her body. I felt her
body heat from the intensity of battle. “I hope you
enjoyed that” she said firmly but quietly in my ear. 
“One day it will be you.  I look forward to it”.  My
throat went dry as I tried to think of something to
say back. “I look forward to it too” I eventually
replied pathetically.  She didn’t answer but just gave
a knowing half-smile back as she walked away.  That
said it all…