MY FIRST MATCH
By Kman

Notes:  This is my first 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

Well 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
mid-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…

MY FIRST MATCH

My first match took place in Hamburg in the red-light
district.  I’d visited Hamburg on my travels as a
student and this city and especially this area had
intrigued me and excited me with its possibilities.  I
also loved German women – so many are big, strong and
athletic – and that guttural accent – so fit for an
Amazon.

As this was my first time I didn’t want it to be in
public (that could come later…) so I decided to
arrange a private match in a private members club
called, appropriately enough, The Amazon.  The club
was situated in a small road just off the main
Reeperbahn street in Hamburg.  I’d arranged the match
on a Monday night when the club was closed to members
so that the wrestlers could practice and new ones
could be put through their paces.  The club wasn’t
just about wrestling though – it catered for all types
of Amazons to show off their strength and ‘skills’ in
a variety of ways – wrestling being the main one
though.

So on a dark, rainy February night I made my way down
a seedy small street reaching a single door with a
hatch and an old light hanging above it barely
illuminating the club sign.  I rang the bell and a few
moments later the hatch opened.  A woman’s face
appeared and asked me what I wanted.  “I’m here to
wrestle Helga – my name’s Kman” I said and she opened
the door.  She was a reasonably well built woman in
her late twenties, about 5’ 10 tall and wearing  a
tight white t-shirt and blue jeans that showed all the
curves of her ample behind and chest.  I learnt later
that she was called Kati and that she wasn’t one of
the wrestlers but worked on general admin duties in
the club – collecting the door money, checking
bookings etc.  She was very business-like and asked me
to follow her down a small dingy corridor to the male
changing rooms.

As I did I caught a glimpse of another woman near the
far end of the corridor, crossing over to enter
another room.  She must have been about 6ft 5in tall,
over 260lbs and built like a shot-putter.  She had
huge broad shoulders, big powerful thighs and was
dressed in a one – piece white Adidas swimming costume
and pro-wrestling style boots.  Over one shoulder was
a towel and it looked like she’d just finished a good
workout as she was sweating and her dirty blonde hair
was tied back but looked unkempt.  She must also have
been in her late twenties and she had a strong,
handsome face.   She caught me looking at her and
turned and looked at me in a knowing sort of way.  I
didn’t know why she looked at me this way until a few
moments later…as she disappeared in to her changing
room two other women came out after her, dressed like
Kati in white t-shirt and blue jeans.   Both about 5
ft 6in tall and medium built they were carrying a guy
between them, one person at each end, by his legs and
arms.  This guy looked like he was in serious trouble
and was out for the count.  Barely conscious his head
was rolling around and his legs hung limply over one
of the girls arms.   He must have been about 5ft 10
tall, medium build like me wearing pro-wrestling boots
and tight black wrestling trunks. 

I guessed what had happened, but Kati explained anyway
in her business-like way.  “That is another of our
male wrestlers – it is practice night tonight and he
has just wrestled Gerti.  She is a powerlifter but
wrestles here to pay for her sport.  She is very, very
strong – no man has survived a match with her –
luckily for him it is only a practice – you should see
her wrestle on club nights – she can be terrifying –
unrelenting.  I have seen men begging on their knees
to leave the ring after just a few minutes with her”.

And then she added with a wry smile “But Helga is
bigger…”.  Christ I thought Gerti was huge, but the
one I am going to face is even bigger!  For the first
time I really realized what I had let myself in for  -
I had been excited before when it was only a far away
prospect – now I was up close and faced with the
reality of these women. They were huge, big and
powerful and I was not – I was getting a little bit
frightened about stepping through the ropes against
them.  But I had my pride and didn’t want to back out
now. What if, just what if, I could actually beat
them.  I’m a man I thought – I’m not going to let any
woman beat me.  Then I remembered Gerti in the
corridor again – that knowing look.  She just knew she
could crush me like the poor guy who had been carried
lifeless out of the ring.

Anyway Kati showed me to my changing room.  It was
small and sparse and a bit dingy like the rest of the
club that I had seen so far.  No matter - I was here
to wrestle.  I got changed in to my wrestling gear -
the classic look – not like some of these clowns that
wrestle today on TV - pro boots and tight Speedo type
trunks.  I looked at myself in the mirror and flexed a
bit – I felt good and thought I looked the part.  I
imagined myself in front of a large crowd with the
women going wild for me as I stepped through the
ropes.  Well one day soon hopefully I thought…

I snapped myself out of my daydream and put on my
wrestling gown which Kati had given to me to keep warm
as I waited for my match.  It was a classic silk one
and I kept it partly open in order to show off my
manhood to my opponent – in the vain hope that she
might be distracted.  After making final preparations
I opened the door and followed the directions Kati had
given me.  I made my way further down the corridor to
a door marked ‘Gym 1’ and entered a large, brightly
fluorescent lit training room.  There were a few free
weights dotted around the room as well as a few weight
training machines.  I do a bit of training myself but
some of these weights were huge - much larger than I
had ever lifted.  Was it for show or was it for real? 
Perhaps it was meant to put me off and at a
psychological disadvantage -who knows.  The main
feature of the room was a large roped wrestling ring
in the centre.  Kati had told me to get in the ring
and wait in the blue corner for Helga.

So I went up the wooden steps, through the ropes and
in to the ring as instructed.  I hopped from one foot
to the other in my corner, and used the ropes to do
some stretching and limbering up.  I had no idea what
to expect next…

In the far corner of the room there was another door. 
After about 5 minutes of nervously waiting it opened
and in strode Helga.  My jaw just dropped and my mouth
went dry – she was massive – absolutely massive.   I
guessed she was about 6ft 7in tall and 280lbs.  She
was incredibly well built with broad shoulders, ample
hips and large muscular thighs that looked like she
could crush the life out of you.  To sum up she was
built like a brick shithouse – not your classic
bodybuilder look but, just like Gerti, more like an
Olympic shot putter.  She also had on a tight white
one –piece swimsuit cut high at the hips to emphasise
her powerful tree-trunk thighs.  Her white boots were
tightly laced up almost to her knee showing off her
powerful calves.  To finish it of she wore a
mid-length ring jacket open so that it revealed a
large powerful chest.  She was muscular but not
obviously so as it was covered by a slight layer of
fat.  She had a beautiful handsome face, not an
obvious pretty girl type, with her blonde hair tied
back.  God she looked fantastic and I couldn’t help
but get aroused as she walked up to the ring – my
member straining at my tight trunks…

She walked up the steps in the opposite corner and
through the ropes.  As she bent over to get through
the ropes I was transfixed on her large powerful
behind and muscular thighs.  If I was honest I just
wanted to take her there and then, but I was here to
wrestle.  Anyway even if I wanted to I doubt I could
as I knew there was no way to make her submit
willingly to my desires.  She got through the ropes
and just stood in her corner staring me out – she knew
she had total advantage and control and there was
nothing I could do about it.  I stared back and
slapped my chest with my arms in a defiant gesture. I
wanted this to be a fight and not a walkover – and I
wanted her to know that.

She turned round to face her corner with her back to
me and slowly took her ring jacket off, revealing her
powerful muscled back and broad shoulders.  She flexed
with her back to me to show off the muscles in her
shoulders and then she turned round to face me and 
flexed again.  Her biceps were huge and hard and
although I tried not to show it I was scared. Although
fully erect I pissed myself slightly and a slight
stain appeared on my pristine white trunks.  She saw
and I knew really that the battle had been lost there
and then.  Rule number 1 - never show the enemy fear.

The next few moments though took me completely by
surprise.  As it was a practice and introduction
session, I thought we would discuss fight instructions
before we locked up in the centre of the ring – but
no.  Instead she walked slowly over to my corner as I
stood there motionless.  I didn’t know what she was
going to do and I didn’t know what to do.  She just
came up to me and stood over me, and pulled my face
with one arm deep in to her powerful and luscious
chest. With her right hand she reached between my
thighs, cupped my balls and just squeezed - harder and
harder.  The pain was excruciating and there was
nothing I could do. She had pinned me with her full
weight against my corner and I was trapped.  I cried
out in pain and begged her to stop “I submit, I
submit”.  Christ we hadn’t even started and I was
submitting – what would the rest be like.  She
squeezed again and I begged her again “I submit, I
submit”.  Then she stopped squeezing and put her big
hands on my shoulders and just pushed me down and down
to the canvas.  It was an immoveable force and power
like nothing I had felt before - now I really started
to know what I had let myself in for…

She just pushed slowly down until I crumpled on the
floor in my corner of the ring – I tried to resist but
it was useless.  I didn’t know what to expect next but
basically she did nothing.  She stood over me for a
minute, all 6ft 7in of muscle and power and just
looked down at me.  She never said anything until the
end.  “Let’s begin” she said, and then she turned
round and walked to the centre of the ring and faced
me with a stern look and her hands on her hips.  I
understood then that this opening move was designed to
intimidate and to show who was in control before we
had even really started.

I was still on the canvas and looked over at this
giantess in the centre.  Slowly I got to my feet and
stood in my corner to face her.  In my heart I knew
that I should really walk away now and step through
the ropes out of this ring.  But I was also excited
and besides I had my pride.  I had never backed out of
anything before and I didn’t want to start now.  This
was going to be a new career for me and I couldn’t
give up at the first hurdle.

“Do you want to fight or not?” she barked at me in her
thick German accent.  “You come here to fight – so
fight.  Are you scared?.  C’mon fight!”.  And with
this taunting ringing in my ears I walked out of my
corner and to the centre of the ring to do battle.  I
had no idea how to approach this though – she was so
big so where do I start?  I decided that I would try
and grab her legs to get her to the canvas.  She
looked down at me as I approached her, slowly at first
but then I rushed for one of her legs.  She didn’t
move but just continued watching with contempt as I
put my arms around one of her massive, powerful thighs
and tried with all my strength to topple her.  It was
an impossible task – I could see she was hardly using
any effort to stop me – I just couldn’t move it.  I
carried on trying to move her leg straining with
effort , and starting to tire -  and then whammm!  I
felt a mighty blow as her forearm smashed across my
back – Christ that hurt but I tried to hold my ground.
 Whaaam – another mighty forearm smash – and I just
had to let go of her leg and crumpled to the canvas. 
The pain was excruciating in my back as though someone
had hit it with a hammer. But no sooner had I fallen
than she put a mighty arm between my thighs, picked me
up with ease and and lifted me high up in to the air. 
I knew what was coming next and sure enough it did – a
bodyslam back to the canvas. I had been taught how to
break the fall but that was in practice with other
normal male wrestlers.  The force and power from this
woman was unbelievable.  I hit the canvas incredibly
hard and was stunned and groggy. Luckily she let me
lay there for a few moments to regain some of my
senses – of course she could have finished me off but
she wanted to play and prolong the agony.  This was
all part of the ‘show’ - which I would find out many
times later in my public mixed matches. After she
could see I had recovered slightly she picked up me
again and slammed me back hard to the canvas.  She did
it so easily and with no visible effort – she was
obviously not at full power but I could do nothing to
resist.  I had no choice but to soak up the punishment
as best as I could.

Then after a minute or so she moved on top of me as I
was lying there, locked my ankles with hers and breast
smothered me – she had magnificent full breasts with a
hint of muscle across her chest and shoulders.  She
smothered me just enough to let me breathe and locked
her ankles to cause me some pain but not enough to
want to submit – she was still toying with me…she kept
this up for several minutes and the pain in my back
started to subside.   In the meantime with my face
buried in her firm, milky breasts I was fully aroused
and my erection was straining inside my trunks.  She
could obviously feel this and squeezed and locked out
even more – after a few more moments she brought up
one of her legs and started slowly stroking my member,
through my trunks, with it.  I felt like I wanted to
explode - it was an exquisite mix of pleasure and pain
and would all be part of the show if there had been an
audience present.  Then after several more minutes she
moved her right hand inside of my trunks, grabbed hold
of my member and started slowly jerking me off – God
it felt good and I knew I couldn’t hold back much
longer.  Sure enough a few moments later I exploded in
to her hand, totally spent.

We both lay there motionless for several minutes – she
was still lying on top of me with her full weight
pinning me to the canvas but there was now very little
pain – I just felt totally relaxed.  Neither of us
said anything to the other until eventually she got
up, smiled down at me and said “That was good yes?”  .
 I just smiled back and said “Fantastic. Absolutely
fantastic”.  She replied “That was just a small
demonstration though.  I think you will be good enough
to appear in our club in front of our members.
Remember though that in the real shows it can get a
lot tougher, and may not end as well as this for you. 
That was our little reward and enticement for you to
come back.  You will have to be very mentally strong,
and physically prepared, as many of the women really
only like to show off their power and don’t give
‘little gifts’ like that.  Many of the male wrestlers
think they can cut it and many try – but they often
beg for mercy, desperate to leave the ring.  Of course
if they try to leave we have helpers to push them back
in – they can’t escape. But that’s what they signed up
for – it’s a show and our members pay very good money
to see it.  Some of our girls especially like those
who can’t take it – if you beg for mercy with them you
will get none - only more severe punishment.  So you
do you still want to go ahead and wrestle in public in
the club?”

“Yes” I replied immediately.  I knew the warning she
had given  and I knew I should really say no – but the
thought of getting to grips with these Amazons was
just good to turn down.  “When do I start?”  I said.
And Helga said “Just see Kati over there”.  I turned
and looked over to the far corner of the room - I
hadn’t heard Kati come in but she had probably been
watching for a while.  In her hand she had a clipboard
and a contract.  I got up, stepped out of the ring,
picked up the pen that Kati offered and signed my
name. My new career had started…