Ellie vs. Pete, summer of '84
By elliebi@aol.com



This is a match I fought when I was probably at my best. I was lean and
muscular and felt the best ever. Pete was Tina's husband and a very good, wiry
and muscular wrestler. He was only 5'6, 163, but fast and strong. I was 129
then and really able to hold my own against much bigger opponents. We had
beaten Tina and Pete in tag matches, but she beat me four times and Lee beat
Pete about seven straight times. He had a harder time with Tina than he did
with most of his matches against Pete. We were pretty good friends and went
places with them. But wrestling was different. Friendship didn't count much.
The match following this one is Lee vs. Kay, which was one of the roughest
matches we'd ever held in the Virginia Beach group. We helped set up the
wrestling room with mats and padding and then prepared for the night's
matches.

Tom was the ref tonight and he did the introductions. "In the red corner, from
the wilds of Indian River Rd. here at 129 lbs. is the roughest, toughest gal
in all Virginia Beach, here's the great Ellie Smythe." I came out wearing
white tights and red sports bra. I was wrestling barefooted.

"And now in the blue corner, from the College Park Rd. here's the greatest
wrestler since his wife, at 163 lbs, here's Pete the Warrior Prince." He came
out dressed as a Polynesian warrior with spear. He slowly removed the
wrap-around skirt and other ornaments and spear and wore a very brief white
Speedo that couldn't hide his hardon or his balls. The women really loved that
Speedo.

Tom called us out and explained the rules we agreed to: no attacking the eyes
or face with fist, knees, or feet; no kicks or elbows to the groin area. We
nodded and returned to our corners.

Tom rang the bell and we came out. We locked up and he managed to push me
against a wall. We both released the hold and he rammed a knee into my belly
twice before Tom pushed him back. I held my belly and rubbed it to ease the
pain, then met him to lock up again. He pushed me against a wall again, but I
used his strength to jump and wrap my legs around his waist. He released the
referee's hold and I grabbed his hair and held on while squeezing. He tried to
drive my back into a wall, but I didn't let go. I eased up a bit and then
poured on more pressure, trying to hurt his ribs. I kept up the pressure,
often quivering my legs to intensify the pressure on his ribs. I loved looking
at my opponent's face and seeing how the pain affects him. He had a desperate
look and I loved it. Pete tried to pry my legs apart, but no luck. They were
locked tight around him and I had his head tight into my chest so he had a
hard time breathing. After a few minutes of this, he fell forward, my back
landing hard on the mat and he on top.

I released the scissors and lay stretched out winded and hurt. My back ached
from the hard landing and his weight on top of me. Pete rolled off and rested
for a few seconds while I tried to focus on the match and not my back. I
slowly got to a kneeling position, but he was up and waiting. He flew into my
head with both feet knocking me into the wall and down. My head hit hard and I
saw stars for a few seconds. When he pulled my arm and yanked me up, I was
dizzy. He grabbed my hair and rammed my head into a wall. My forehead hit hard
and I staggered backwards. Pete rammed my head again, then grabbed my throat
and placing a leg behind my left leg, tripped me and sent me backwards onto
the mat. The room was spinning as I tried to get up. I reached for something
to help me, but Pete kicked my arm. He then pulled me up and with a scoop,
picked me up for a bodyslam. This was his favorite form of punishment. He
carried me around for a few seconds, then jumped up and slammed me into the
mat with him on top. He hooked a leg and Tom got to 2 before I raised a
shoulder.

Pete pulled me up again and scooped me up for another slam. But I had the
presence of mind to start kicking me legs and grabbing his face, bothering his
concentration enough to make him lose it and fall backwards. I landed on top
and quickly hooked a leg. But he kicked out at 1. I knelt beside him and
yanked his hair, pulling his head off the mat. Then I rammed it hard into the
mat about five or six times. His eyes became glassy and stared at me. I pulled
him into a sitting position and knelt behind him, wrapping an arm around his
throat and pulling back hard. He gagged and clawed my arms trying to get free,
but not this time. I had him and I was going to finish him off. I tried to
crush his throat and felt good feeling him twitch and try to fight free. He
soon became weaker and I knew He was gone. But I made a stupid mistake. I
eased up and he suddenly came to life, grabbing my hair and pulling my head
while driving his head backwards into my face. He smashed into my nose and I
saw stars. I immediately released and fell back holding my nose. Blood started
running out and I thought maybe it was broken. Tom stopped for a moment and we
stopped the bleeding, but Pete was rested and ready to go and I was still
dazed and now worried about my nose.

When Tom told us to continue, we locked up, but it was all Pete. He pushed me
into a corner, held my head and drove several forearms into my head. His arm
felt like a club, pounding my head. Tom forced him back at the count of 4, but
he came right back and continued. He pulled me out and drove a forearm into my
jaw that knocked me to the mat. I struggled to get up and used to wall to
steady me. Pete grabbed an arm and threw across the room into another wall. I
hit with my shoulder and bounced off. Pete flew at me and tackled me into the
wall. We both fell and I landed on my back. Pete grabbed my hair and trapped
my head between his thighs in a painful scissors. He rolled over forcing my
head back and pressuring my neck. Now I tried to claw free, but his legs were
too strong for me to pry them apart. He soon maneuvered his legs trapping me
in a choking scissors. I stamped the mat in frustration and desperately tried
to claw his legs. Taking advantage of our sweat, I finally managed to move
around in front of Pete, do a headstand and twist out of the scissors.

I landed next to him and sat up, my head aching and me still unable to focus
on the match. Pete stood behind me and grabbed my hair and chin. He began
twisting my head form side to side. The pain from this twisting was horrible.
The pains shot down my back. Tom asked if I quit and I yelled NO each time. I
could hear Pete laughing and Tina yelling encouragement. I sat there helpless
as he twisted my head around wrenching my neck. He finally stopped and holding
my head down, dropped an elbow into my neck.

"AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE, uuuuuuuuugggghhhhhhhhhhhh, god, stop, stop,"
I screamed then groaned and mumbled. I fell to my left side, barely moving.
Pete placed a foot on my head and did a double-arm pose. Most cheered as he
pointed at me.

"Is this the great Ellie? I thought she was sooooooooo great. What a fake! She
couldn't fight her way out of a paper bag."

The crowd loved it as he hammed it up. I slowly rolled around and managed to
kneel on one knee. He walked to me and grabbed my hair to pull me up. I let
out a scream and drove a forearm into his groin. He froze and clutching his
balls, stumbled back against the wall. His breathing was rapid and he looked
very hurt. I stood and slowly walked to him. He put up an arm to try to stop
me. I grabbed it and pulled him into me, driving a knee into his belly. He
doubled over and I took his hair and rammed his face into the wall several
times.

"That should make you forget your balls," I said as I held him by his hair.
His face was red and bruised, like mine, from meeting the wall. I turned and
sent him to the mat with a snap mare. I pulled him up and sent him with
another snap mare. He sat up dazed and shaking his head. I grabbed both arms
and pulled back, placing a foot against his upper back. The sweat was poring
over his body and I'm sure the pain was horrid. He refused to quit and just
shook his head each time Tom asked. I moved my foot up to his neck and pushed
hard. He screamed, but kept refusing. I have to say this hold is my favorite
and I love overpowering someone with it. I get a feeling of power that affects
me in strange ways. I get excited and very aroused from seeing someone suffer
in this hold. That's how I felt with Pete. I could see the grimace on his face
and the sweat pouring over his face and body and I knew I had him. I just had
to end this before I had an orgasm.

I finally released the hold and pulled a limp Pete up. He was unable to fight
and just stood dazed. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head into a side
headlock, tight against my body. He barely tried to get free, his arms and
shoulders weakened and his breathing fast. I pounded his forehead with the
palm of my hand to help with a headache. He tried to claw my arms, but he was
finished. I released the hold and held him up. He was barely able to stand as
I lifted him over a shoulder and ran into a wall, driving his back into it. It
knocked the wind out of him and he just hung in my arms. I held him for a few
seconds, just loving the feel of his solid, muscular body under my total
control. I put him down and spun him around, then lifted him into a
backbreaker. I held him up for about three minutes, bouncing his back on my
shoulders. He moaned a few times, but nothing coherent. I held him tight by
his throat and crotch. His arms and legs just hung limp as I carried him
around the room. I decided it was time to end this so I fell backwards,
landing on him as we hit the mat. I rolled over and covered him. Tom counted
him out and I had won. I lay across his chest for almost a minute, running my
hands over his exciting and beaten body, before I slowly rolled off and lay
next to him, our chests heaving from the exertion and soaked with sweat. We
lay there for several minutes while the crowd cheered us both. Both Lee and
Tina came out and helped us up, all four of us going back to clean up and get
ready for the next match. Pete and I hugged as we walked out.

Notes:

Ellie: This is one of my best fights and a very proud moment for me. The idea
that I could take Pete was too much even though I had fought larger opponents.
He was just very tough and a great competitor. It was also the only time I
ever beat Pete. We would have made a good tag team. But he and Tina made an
even better one. Lee said I looked magnificent as I Lay next to Pete after
pinning him. That may have been the sexiest I ever looked as a wrestler. I
just know I felt great and Lee loved it.