A psychedelic account of the mixed wrestling scene. C'ant give no introduction cos I keep losing the thread of my story. Disco dancing, booze, drugs. Days and nights running into one another. Life seem a series of snapshots. The one coherent theme (my math geek pals would call it "strange attractor" to maker it look fancy!!!) seems to be the mixed wrestling scene. Seen many broads going home with nasty wounds, sometimes serious though they look quite stoic and many seem to relish the pain and somehow it makes them look quite attractive (badges of courage and that kind of thing you know) and somewhat vulnerable if you know what I mean. I guess there are many aspects to this thing, if you catch my drift. There is a fight that I just cannot seem to forget. There was this petite female matched up with this nerdy rich kid kind of guy. Clearly, they were mismatched. She showed spunk but was really getting the worse of it. She continued gamely when suddenly, he hit her with a really nasty blow to the right eye and she started bleeding. Many of us crowded around her and tried to help her out. Suddenly, a voice rang out "Why d'ont u try picking someone near your own size, you f**ing s**o*a****h". All eyes turned to the speaker. She really took my breath away. She was a really voluptuous fair amazon. She was dressed in construction shorts, gumboots and top it all, a construction worker's hat. She seemed enormously strong and yet feminine and beautiful without being fat. She seemed to combine the qualities of butch (A bitch without the "I"() and earth mother all rolled into one. We later found that she was the biological mother of two children with an adopted kid. It seemed that her wrestling earnings were paying for their education. She removed her hat to reveal a bandana tying up her black hair. She seemed to embody a combination of construction worker, cow-girl and pirate all rolled into one. She challenged the "rich nerd" that she would fight him with one hand and leg tied (her left hand and left leg). He initially scoffed but as the fight progressed, he was surprised to find that he could not make much headway. At one point, he made a mistake that was to be the turning point not only in the match but also in his life. In frustration, he hit her hard on her breast and she initially yelled in pain but controlled herself and modulated her rage with a steely coldness that surprised not only her but all in the audience who knew her. She decimated him (all with one arm and leg tied). Looking up at her from his prone position, she seemed like the avenging goddess herself. He could feel a strange mixture of fear, abject humiliation and shame, awe and sexual attraction. She proceeded to strip him completely naked and wore his trousers around her head to reinforce her bandanna. She used his other clothes to bind her wounds and her friend's wounds. She lifted him and carried him on her shoulder like a fireman. She was helped by another amazon (who seemed to be Cuban or African looking at her brownish complexion) who was dressed in a similar outfit and was also tattooed all over. From what we could piece together from people's observations, she was also a mother of two and had spent time in prison for violent crime and the crime of being in the world's oldest profession before joining the construction industry. It seems she was also big in the mixed wrestling scene besides having a similar background. . She tied him to the saddle of a horse. She then rode him, in fact holding him and indirectly controlling the horse with her legs. She then proceeded to tonsure him as she rode him except for a small tuft of hair which she used as a rein. All of us initially felt like laughing at the scene but soon the pathos of the scene got to us, especially since as we later found out, he seemed to have hit his first female rival out of fear. Most of the people left the scene and went to have a beer except for the broads and lesbos who seemed to be getting quite a kick out of the whole thing. The bar was some yards away from the stadium where the mixed wrestling matches were held and there was a public square with a statue of a public figure (Cant' tell u the name cos history was not up my alley). Come to think of it, there seemed to be something strange about the statue. The figure seemed to have grown larger and there was something large that seemed to be sitting on top of the figure's head and tears seemed to be flowing out of that figure's head cos it seemed to be progressively getting more and more smudged. Many of us swore at that moment to stop imbibing the hard stuff cos of the tricks it seemed to be playing on their eyes but on discussing with others, it seemed that it was not an illusion. They found that the 2 amazons along with their companions to hoist up the nerd along with the horse he was riding atop the public figure (either through some winch like contraption that they had engineered or by forming a human pyramid (like the Hindus who celebrate the festival marking the birth of the Hindu god Krishna by forming a human pyramid and breaking a pot which is fastened to a tightrope ), paint both like a statue, smear some stuff to hold them in place and secure the whole thing with a harness. As the last straw, they had also tied a doll to the poor guy. All of us (including many of the broads and lesbos) seemed really sorry for the guy. But most of us had other matters to attend to and did not want to antagonize the amazons and their friends who formed a circle around the statue. Next day, there was no sign of the nerd or the horse or the amazons. It seems that they had all left the city together. Last heard, they were all trying to set up some kind of community cum ranch, the nerd had become the manager of the group of amazons for mixed wrestling matches (along with private matches etc) and they were all busy conducting research on inventing a bra that is lightweight but strong and protects the women from blows to the breast (and in fact hurts the attacker)