Miss Laura vs. Chuck
by Miss Laura, mk92787@hotmail.com
Laura meets her match and takes him for a ride around the wrestling ring.




Laura loved amateurs. She understood them and sympathized with them. When she first 
started wrestling she didn't have all of the moves memorized or worried about 
developing a fighting strategy or any of that nonsense. She learned as she went, 
sometimes to her advantage and sometimes not so much.

In fact, she preferred to not even use the word "amateur." She leaned more toward "non-
professional." It seemed as if online the word "amateur" was always connected to some 
level of sleaziness, and she had done everything in her power to make it clear that her 
web site was not pornographic in nature. In her mind, there had to be some middle 
ground between someone wrestling for the first time ever for a laugh and someone 
working as the current WWE "superstar."

Actually, it was the people who already had minor wrestling careers that were giving her 
the most headaches lately. She had been having incredibly good luck with finding 
opponents online through an ad she had posted on her web site, and it was in large part 
because she kept discovering people who hadn't done much wrestling. That's not to say 
that she was looking for walking punching bags, of course, but she always felt that there 
was a great air of spontaneity and adventure with so-called "amateurs." They don't try to 
manipulate the match to allow for their favorite move or to look for the first opportunity 
to roll over and "submit" (and then be dominated). No, they were in it for the fight and to 
be victorious. They weren't just going through the motions, and Laura respected that; it 
was, after all, how she started out.

But her fellow online "stars" and session wrestlers were another story. She actually came 
quite close to accepting an offer from another lady who also sold videos of her own 
matches. A specific date and time were selected, match rules were established, and light 
stakes were even agreed upon. But when they started getting into the details, some alarm 
bells were going off in Laura's head. This would-be opponent wanted to set up and tape 
some vague "storyline" to lead into the match so that the eventual DVD fit better with the 
ones she was already selling (Laura had not even agreed to allowing the DVD to be a 
joint release, it should be noted). The whole idea started emitting a faint sense of 
phoniness that Laura didn't like. Laura didn't want to be a filmmaker, and she certainly 
didn't need for there to be some stupid fictional story to explain why she's wrestling on 
camera. She thought it was almost insulting to the audience who buys her DVDs; she 
knew they were buying them because they had an interest in wrestling, period. She didn't 
need to trick them into thinking they're buying some legitimate "movie." "I'm not 
making soft-core wrestling," she told herself. She had no regrets about cancelling that 
"match."

And then came Chuck's e-mail, which arrived just when Laura needed something to wash 
the taste of the aborted match out of her mouth. He wrote that he had never been in a 
formal wrestling match before, but he added that he had a number of fighting fetishes and 
had bought all of Laura's DVDs to date. Laura immediately recognized the name and had 
logged many miles walking to her nearby post office to send off his orders. In fact, Chuck 
was one of the few people to buy the only sundry item she had ever offered for sale on 
the site, an autographed Christmas card.

Laura was becoming quite skilled at skimming through the e-mails from potential 
opponents. Some recurring elements were starting to stick out like sore thumbs. There 
were a lot of people out there who were supposedly wrestling champs in high school, and 
it was becoming laughable how almost all of the guys who wrote "have never wrestled a 
woman before." Laura was beginning to become suspicious if there was maybe a 
message board online somewhere with people devising the perfect form letter to send to 
her.

But Chuck's e-mail was very down to earth and came off as very heartfelt. He was thirty-
five years old, never married, and was one of those poor dopes who get all wrapped up in 
their respective fetish that they avoid real social interaction like the plague. He freely 
admitted to being a "pathetic horny loser" (his words) and described how watching 
Laura's DVDs had become a great source of emotional release for him. "Your videos 
made me feel like it was okay to like what I like, and I don't feel so alone anymore," he 
wrote.

At first Laura thought that he was starting to oversell himself, because his e-mail was 
getting incredibly long, but there was an undeniable sincerity to what he wrote. It almost 
read like he had never written about it before to anyone, as if writing the e-mail was the 
cathartic release of twenty years of pent-up frustration that he didn't dare share with 
anyone else. Laura respected that and admired his courage. She thought about how 
careful she was in college when she first started getting interested in wrestling; how she 
was deathly afraid of anyone on campus besides her best friend discovering this new 
hobby of hers. Although she thankfully found a couple of trusted confidants over the 
years, while enjoying a relatively healthy social life as well, she easily imagined herself 
becoming the reclusive supposed pervert that Chuck apparently thought himself to be.

"Even if you don't write back at all, thank you for letting me reveal all this to you, and I 
can assure you that meeting you for a match would be an absolute dream come true," he 
concluded in a rambling sort of way.

As soon as Laura saw his attached picture, her mind was made up. He stood 5'9", so just a 
little taller than Laura's 5'5" height. He outweighed her by a bit, though: his 220 pounds 
to her 175. He clearly didn't look like he worked out at all, and he carried most of the 
weight in his middle, complete with a slightly noticeable beer belly. To his credit, he 
didn't look like a slob, as he kept his dark brown hair somewhat trim and had a nice 
goatee that one might find on a middle-management office drone.

Despite the fact that he was taller and larger than her, and the fact that she was five years 
younger as well, Laura nevertheless thought that they would match up quite well. She 
was always interested in giving a fellow "person of size" a shot, as she knew first-hand 
that wrestling interests, fetishes, or whatever one wants to call it didn't just attract the 
thin and athletic.

"Why do you fight other fat people so much?" some asshole once e-mailed her. Laura 
was always self-conscious, but she always tried to not let that get in the way of having a 
good time. She took a good day or so contemplating how to respond, or if she was going 
to at all, before finally writing back, "I don't fight other 'fat' people. I fight other REAL 
people."

But in a way, it was true. She often gravitated toward bigger people. The idea always 
increased the eroticism for her. "Fat" people aren't usually allowed to be as carnal as 
others or engage in "sexy" behavior. How dare they! Besides, there was a very real 
reason why she liked squaring off against people more around her size, so they can take 
it. She wasn't looking to throw around some string bean, drop them onto the mat, plant 
her foot on their beaten body, and declare herself to be "Queen of the Ring" in five 
minutes flat. She wanted there to be a challenge, a good back and forth, and maybe--just 
maybe--even the faint danger of her possibly losing the match. Who else could pose such 
a threat?

Laura happily accepted Chuck's wrestling offer, but she added a wrinkle and asked that 
they meet an hour earlier than the scheduled time that Chuck had originally selected off 
Laura's availability list. She wanted to make sure that they had plenty of time. Just 
because he liked wrestling didn't mean he actually knew how to do it, after all. This was 
going to be the first time this guy would be able to actively participate in something he 
had only fantasized about from afar for his entire adolescent and adult life, and the last 
thing Laura wanted to do was make him feel like he was being rushed or facing some 
unnecessary deadline. She wanted him to learn, not to mention enjoy himself.

There was one other, more personal reason why she wanted to start an hour early, as the 
last time she arrived at the gym for a regularly scheduled match she could have sworn 
that she saw Tina's white Buick coming down the street. No doubt that after weeks of 
ignored phone messages, and at least two matches that Tina had set up without Laura's 
consent that Laura ended up being a no-show at, Tina was hoping to confront Laura in 
the flesh. By starting an hour earlier than usual Laura was hoping to throw Tina off her 
scent.

Ralph meanwhile was more than happy to let her into his gym an hour early; in fact, he 
encouraged it. He told Laura how "Old Gus," the gym's janitor and all-around 
maintenance guy, griped that he barely had enough time after her last match to get the 
place cleaned up and ready for business that afternoon. Laura was almost offended to 
hear that, but Gus was perhaps the last person in the world she could ever get mad at. 
After all, he gave her something that she would treasure forever.

Like everyone else she had met from the Internet, Chuck was extremely punctual, almost 
eagerly early. Laura was still just making her way into the locker room when she heard 
Ralph unlock the main door to let Chuck in. She stopped in the doorway and turned, 
seeing a paunchy figure make its way into the light and toward her.

"You're early," Laura smiled warmly.

Chuck stopped and smiled nervously, letting out an awkward laugh. There was definitely 
a boyish charm about him despite his age and size.

"I'm sorry," Chuck responded. "I didn't want to get lost."

"It's all right. It's very nice to meet you," she said as she offered her hand.

Chuck took it and shook happily, and the nervousness practically radiated out of his hand. 
For a brief moment Laura felt a little guilty for even doing this old trick of hers, shaking 
hands to get a sense of her opponent's aggressiveness and style, but she certainly didn't 
want to be rude and make him any more uneasy than he no doubt already was. Besides 
the nerves, there was a gentleness to his handshake, like that of someone who didn't want 
to scare away new people he braved himself enough to meet.

"I can't believe we're going to do this. Are you sure this is all cool?" he asked.

"Oh, absolutely."

"I have to say I wasn't sure if I was going to come or not. I was a little scared that what 
you do on your site was just an act and I was going to some embarrassing trap or 
something."

"Oh darling," Laura chuckled, "believe me, I understand. The last thing I would do is 
embarrass you or trick you. I want you to be comfortable here and have fun. Come on 
in."

She led him into the locker room and headed to the one locker she usually took, with 
Chuck taking one across from her.

"So tell me honestly," Laura began as she kicked off her shoes and started to undo her 
jeans, "you have never wrestled before? Ever?"

"No, ma'am," he smiled as he pulled up his shirt, revealing his chubby but not 
grotesquely flabby stomach and chest. Laura sighed in relief to herself that he had not yet 
developed "man boobs."

"Do you know how to wrestle, though?" she asked while tossing her jeans into her 
locker, with her usual red boxer shorts already on.

"Oh, yeah," he stammered slightly while pulling his own jeans down, revealing black 
trunks. "I mean, I guess I know the basics. As I wrote to you, I like a lot of different types 
of fighting."

"That's fine. I wasn't sure if you were going to need a quick lesson beforehand or not." 
She pulled her up peasant shirt and hung it in the locker.

Chuck froze as he saw the red sports bra underneath. He had read her measurements 
online, 42DD-38-44, and had of course seen her body in her DVDs, but this was an 
altogether new experience. There was something about breasts that amazed him. He had 
looked at a lot of pictures of naked women before and seen a lot of dirty movies, but the 
difference between two-dimensional breasts in images and three-dimensional breasts up 
close and personal was like night and day. He wondered if heterosexual men were simply 
programmed to be aroused by these beautiful orbs of flesh, or was it something that every 
male has to learn to be obsessed with on his own? And her chest was big, almost too big, 
and seeing them curve in all their three-dimensional glory--just a couple of feet in front 
of him--was an image he wouldn't soon forget.

Laura couldn't help but feel eyes upon her. Not that she necessarily minded, since she 
wouldn't be getting any more naked than she was now, but there was always that initial 
feeling of being stared at that she needed to get used to before every match. She turned 
toward her locker, with her encased chest almost fitting inside it as she turned, and 
grabbed a small elastic hair-tie. She pulled her long red hair back and tied it securely 
behind her before turning back to Chuck.

"Are you all set over there?" she asked politely.

"I think so," he shrugged. "Anything else I should know? Anything in particular off 
limits?"

"Besides what was already listed on the site, not really. I like to keep things fairly open. 
It's very easy to win a match if you control exactly what's allowed and what isn't."

They made their way out of the locker room and down the hallway leading to the ring, 
which Ralph had turned the lights on for before retiring for the afternoon to his office on 
the other side of the building. As Chuck approached the ropes and climbed under them, 
Laura went to double-check her camera. Everything looked all plugged in and ready and 
raring to go. Laura also took a quick glance inside her nearby duffel bag to make sure 
Chuck had signed all of the necessary waivers and contracts she was now requiring of her 
opponents. She clicked her camera on and then quietly slipped into the ring.

"Ready?" Laura asked, eyeing up Chuck from across the ring. He looks big, she thought 
to herself, but she knew she could still take him.

Chuck slowly nodded as the two approached the center of the ring.

"Don't worry about being gentle with me for this being my first time," Chuck smiled as 
they started slowly circling each other. "I can take it."

"Good."

Chuck raised his hands up slightly, getting into a somewhat casual ready stance. Laura 
immediately saw her opening and grabbed his right hand, pulling him toward her. She 
rushed forward and slammed her right arm across his chest.

"Uhhhnn!" Chuck grunted as he staggered back, bending down to clutch his chest. Laura 
grabbed his hand away from it and pulled him back toward her, bringing her leg up into 
his stomach.

"Ohhhhrrr!" he moaned as he folded over her leg, weakly grabbing at her hips. He 
pushed forward, trying to charge her backward.

"Oh no you don't," Laura whispered before locking her hands onto Chuck's shoulders 
and charging forward into him, driving them back in the opposite direction. As they 
approached one of the corners of the ring, Laura let go, sending Chuck flying back into it.

"Aaaagh!" he howled as his back smacked against the corner pole. He barely had time to 
reach for his back when he saw Laura barreling toward him, ramming herself into him.

"Uhhhnnnn!" Chuck squeaked out as Laura's body crushed into his. He grabbed the 
ropes on either side of him to keep him from collapsing right then and there. Laura 
stepped back toward the center of the ring, leaving Chuck hanging in the corner, panting 
heavily.

Laura continued to backpedal toward the middle, keeping her eyes on him to watch for 
any sudden surprises. She then waved him over.

"Come on," she ordered, her voice low and serious.

Chuck slowly stumbled out of the corner and approached Laura, keeping some distance 
between them. They eyed each other up as they circled each other ever so slowly. Finally 
Chuck reached in, as did Laura.

Their arms clutched around each other in an aggressive embrace, with each one trying to 
push the other back with their weight. Their soft bodies pressed into each other, bellies 
flattening together. Sweat slowly rolled down their backs as they each strained to press 
forward. Their mutual, silent grimace finally broke.

"Enjoying yourself so far?" Laura asked as their foreheads leaned into each other.

"Oh yes," Chuck whispered. "I can't believe how tough you are."

"I aim to please," she smiled.

"No, no, I mean, a woman your size," he began before realizing that what he said could 
potentially offend. "I mean, you know," he stammered to recover.

"It's all right."

"To be so big and so tough. My physical equal. I can't believe I can't make you budge."

Laura's smile widened before she responded.

"This could go on forever then."

"I know," he winced as his head slumped down and landed on her left shoulder. "Forgive 
me."

With that, Chuck drove his right fist into Laura's stomach.

"Ooofff!" Laura coughed as she slumped forward into Chuck. She would have surely 
doubled over if his large body wasn't in the way. Her arms that were locked around him 
relaxed but stayed in place; more hugging than grappling.

"I am so sorry," Chuck whispered in her ear. "I had to."

"It's...all right," she responded slowly, trying very hard to sound understanding and 
diplomatic rather than pissed off at the lucky shot. Laura decided to respond in kind by 
bringing her left fist around and jabbing it into the side of Chuck's stomach.

"Ugggh!" Chuck winced as he felt pressure where his abs would be if he ever bothered to 
work out. He leaned forward into Laura as far as he could go, as her body wasn't going to 
let him drop any more than his was going to let her. The one arm he still had around her 
torso slid down slightly, hooking his fingers onto the back of her sports bra merely to 
help keep him on his feet.

Laura and Chuck glanced at each other for a moment and exchanged looks. The heat that 
was coming off each of them and steaming up almost made them feel like they were in a 
sauna. Though it hadn't been discussed beforehand, and neither had even mentioned such 
a possibility, they both knew what to do now.

Chuck smiled as his hand reached down and tugged on Laura's boxers slightly, pulling 
the waistband down just enough to let her entire belly hang out over it. Laura gasped 
softly as she felt his thumb brush past her newly exposed navel. Ever since she started 
putting on weight after college, she was always ashamed of her body and always tried to 
contain her stomach. Though she had accidentally let her breasts pop out once in a blue 
moon, requiring her to have to later blur them out on the DVD, Laura was hardpressed to 
think of any time that she had exposed her belly in a match. It was her poor attempt at 
modesty.

Laura had but a moment to consider this when she felt Chuck's fist rush up into the 
middle of her stomach, landing just above her bellybutton.

"Oooohh!" she moaned as she felt her fat jiggle from the blow. She again was unable to 
double over and hold herself in pain, as both fighters were pressed into each other and 
locked into a new kind of struggle. She had no choice but to take a step back.

Chuck was amazed at both her stamina and minimal response. He could feel himself 
harden slightly as Laura moaned, such a deep, guttural moan. Nothing was more erotic to 
him than the sound of a woman groaning in pain from a punch. There was just something 
unnaturally primal about it, like hearing an animal scream. He remembered how everyone 
is always told to never hit a woman, so hearing the result of such a taboo has always been 
stimulating for him. The only thing he could liken to is staring into the sun and then 
trying to see afterward without blinking. Breaking down rules of nature and etiquette and 
discovering the supposed unholy consequences opened a world of possibilities for him, 
both mentally and sexually. One of his most prized possessions was an eighty-minute CD 
he had burned comprising entirely of groans and moans made by women involved in 
catfights and fistfights in movies.

His hard-on intensified when he felt Laura take a step back, pulling him with her as they 
hugged each other for balance and support. He had seen every one of Laura's DVD 
matches and had seen her do some incredible feats to men of all sizes, some even bigger 
than either one of them. And yet, he has just caused this large, immovable object--a 
woman he admired and had fantasized about more times than he would care to admit--to 
actually backpedal. His mind started swimming upon the realization that he could very 
well win this match, defeat this plump, mighty goddess. All of his dreams were about to 
come true.

Laura could feel the dull pain in her stomach increase. She was more surprised at how 
quickly she let this turn into a belly-punching match. She had never been much of a fan 
of "fetish" matches. She considered herself more of a brawler than someone looking to 
just exploit some eroticism, though she would be the first to admit that the very nature of 
what she does blurs that line incredibly. No, she wanted to be thought of as a wrestler. In 
fact, although the majority of her matches had involved punching in some capacity, since 
she started wrestling in college, she had only been involved in five authentic, true-to-
definition fistfights, three against men and all of which were spontaneous, actual fights. 
She wished she could say that she was as good at those as she was at wrestling: one she 
had been soundly and unquestionably defeated in, one she had won by the skin of her 
teeth, and one that had technically ended in a draw but later resulted in one of the biggest 
orgasms she had ever had. Perhaps the most ironic thing that could be said about Laura 
was that she was not a fan of "fighting."

But here she was, one of two bigger people taking polite turns pounding each other's 
ample guts. It was an intensely erotic moment for her. She was with someone who wasn't 
trying to make her feel bad about her weight, and who certainly wasn't targeting her belly 
out of some sort of warped social discrimination; the bully in school beating up the fat 
kid. No, this was someone getting erotic pleasure from her body, and god help her, that 
twisted sort of physical appreciation was starting to turn her on.

But Laura had to remind herself, as she often seemed to do whenever she got aroused, 
that she was in fact in a match, and matches needed to be won. She could have as much 
fun as she wanted, just as long as she came out on top at the end. This was certainly no 
exception, so she dug her feet into the mat and leaned forward into Chuck, sending a low 
uppercut into his stomach.

"Oofff!" Chuck forced out as he puffed his cheeks. He would have surely flown 
backwards from the blow if Laura didn't still have an arm around his back, keeping him 
in place. His arms slid down lazily and his hands grabbed onto Laura's sides. He started 
to feel his knees buckle under him, making him unsure how much longer he could stay on 
his feet. He stumbled back a couple of steps, pulling Laura with him.

"Had enough of this?" Laura asked patiently.

"Not hardly," he smiled as he thrust his right fist into her belly.

"Oohph!" Laura sputtered as she felt the sharp jab. With Chuck's other arm barely 
hanging off her now, Laura was the first one to finally break their mutual embrace, 
hopping back a bit from the force. She grabbed onto Chuck's right shoulder so she could 
finally double over in pain without collapsing to the mat. As she bent over, Chuck 
couldn't help but stare at the deep cleavage that was now hanging in front of his line of 
sight. His increasingly solid erection could find a happy home between those monsters, 
he thought to himself.

Laura meanwhile was cursing herself for showing such a sign of weakness in what had 
become a simple stomach-punching match. In all her years of wrestling she had been 
smacked, kicked, thrown, slammed, beaten up, and had other damage done to her that 
would make other women (and men for that matter) fall to pieces, and she had endured 
almost all of it while remaining on her own two feet. Why she was now so close to falling 
to her knees in defeat was beyond her. She could only assume it was because Chuck was 
being so generous with their turns that she trusted him enough to give her a moment or 
two to metaphorically lick her wounds before retaliating. In any event, clearly she had 
met her match, and the thought was driving her crazy.

"Ready to give up?" Chuck smirked. Laura looked up and just glared at him.

"Is that all you got?" she sneered before shooting a right into the side of his stomach, 
almost at his ribs.

"Aaaaghh!" Chuck screamed as his side exploded in pain. His body jerked up, bending 
into her fist. The hand on his shoulder kept him at bay and prevented him from shuffling 
away to inspect the damage. All he could do was lean back in toward Laura, wrapping an 
arm around her waist. God how he wanted her.

"Still with me?" Laura asked.

"Yeah," he replied. Their words were now coming out in short pants. "Ready?"

"Yeah, give it to me. Harder!"

"Harder? You sure?"

"Oh yeah. Go for broke."

"All right. I call this one 'The Abortion.'"

Laura's eyes widened upon hearing this and she was so close to telling him to stop, but it 
was too late. Chuck drove his right fist up into the center of Laura's stomach, sinking it in 
deeply. He then twisted his fist clockwise, simulating a knife in her flesh.

"Oooohhhhh," Laura bellowed as she felt the fist press into her, and then the twist, 
"rrrrooohhhh!"

She slumped forward and pressed her body into Chuck's. He could feel her large breasts 
heave against his own undeveloped chest. He wrapped his arms around Laura, cradling 
her as she collapsed against him. He was so busy trying to press his tented shorts against 
her boxers that he barely noticed her arms slide up his back and latch onto his shoulders.

"I got you," he whispered as he held her, "I got you."

"And I call this one," Laura whispered back in his ear, "'The Sucker.'" The next thing 
Chuck felt was Laura's left knee pierce into his gut.

"Uuuughhhh!" Chuck groaned as Laura dug her knee up into his stomach, letting it linger 
there for a moment. He leaned forward into her, sucking in air as she kept him upright, 
their large and sweaty bodies locked again in an embrace. Though again nothing was 
said, one thing was obvious. It was back to wrestling.

Laura didn't want to let the opportunity pass to win this match, and win it her way. She 
dug her hands into his shoulders and charged forward, sending him backward across the 
ring and into a corner again.

"Aaaackkk!" Chuck screamed as his back again smacked into a corner pole. Their bodies 
rattled into each other upon impact like two bowling pins. He couldn't decide which pain 
to concentrate on, this new explosion behind him or the continued throbbing in his 
stomach. He was barely able to think straight, but he knew that he needed to fight back. 
He locked his hands onto Laura's hips and charged forward with as much focus as he 
could muster through this cloud of pain that was wrapped all around him. They rushed 
quickly across the ring, heading toward the opposite corner.

"No!" Laura shrieked as she felt her body pushed back quickly. She told herself that if 
she lost control now, then she was going to lose the match. She twisted her waist as they 
approached, spinning her body away from the corner in the nick of time and pulling 
Chuck with her. They twirled around each other only once before she was able to force 
Chuck's back into the nearby ropes.

Chuck winced as his still-sore back hit the ropes softly, causing him to arch his chest 
forward into Laura, who was determined to press into him. The ropes sagged greatly 
behind them, barely able to contain their combined weight. Laura knew that one day her 
luck would run out and the ropes would finally break under her, causing her to tumble out 
of the ring onto the concrete floor and no doubt break her neck.

They struggled against each other for but a moment before the ropes finally threw them 
forward, causing them to rush across the ring together. Chuck let out a surprised shriek of 
his own as he clutched onto Laura's hips, clinging for dear life. Laura had been in this 
situation countless times before, and she knew how to steer her opponent, so to speak. 
She wrapped an arm around Chuck's head and pulled him toward her chest, with the 
other arm around his waist. She wasn't going to let him budge.

They hit the opposite ropes with greater force, with Chuck's back again taking the brunt 
of it. The ropes dipped heavily under them, and for a brief second Laura felt their bodies 
tilt over the top one slightly. She was easily able to shift her weight back toward the ring, 
but the thought of the two of them careening over the side was quite stimulating.

Chuck was starting to get his second wind as his chin rested on Laura's left breast. The 
pain in his back and stomach were finally subsiding, but he was still unsure how to get 
this large woman off him. Not that he was necessarily complaining, as he felt an 
unmistakable heat between them as their crotches pressed together. He couldn't begin to 
count the number of times he had masturbated to one of Laura's videos, so the fact that 
his barely contained erection was rubbing against her sweat-soaked shorts was a concept 
too mind-blowing to ponder.

Chuck was about to make some sort of move just as the ropes snapped them away, 
sending them back across the ring again. They were picking up an uncomfortable amount 
of speed this time out, and he could feel Laura try to twist them around, trying to 
maintain some sort of control. He was going to have none of that, so he locked his hands 
onto Laura's hips and charged forward, increasing their already unmanageable speed.

"Aaah!" Laura gasped in a sort of giggle. "What are you--??"

Chuck rushed them into the ropes, with Laura letting out a sultry moan as her back 
pressed against them. Chuck pushed forward into her, feeling their bodies rock back and 
forth over the top rope.

"Oh god no!" Chuck shouted as he tried to pull his body backward but was unable to get 
any leverage. "We're going over!!"

With a determined growl, Laura pushed forward into Chuck with all her might, getting 
her feet back onto the mat while pushing him off her and across the ring. Chuck stumbled 
uncontrollably into the opposite ropes just as Laura was thrown forward from hers.

Chuck hit the ropes and bounced off them hard, sending him charging back toward the 
center of the ring. His panic increased as he saw Laura rushing toward him from the other 
side of the ring, still growling with a battle cry.

"Look out!" Chuck screamed.

They collided into each other in the dead center of the ring, their soft bodies smacking 
together sharply, creating a sound almost like a cymbal crash. Chuck grunted deeply, 
while Laura's quasi-battle cry morphed into a girlish squeak. All four legs buckled under 
them, and they both saw nothing but stars. Laura's arms slunk around Chuck's waist as 
she leaned forward into him. Still in a daze, Chuck reached up, brushing against Laura's 
left breast and causing it to bobble softly. He grabbed onto her sports bra's shoulder strap 
and tugged it down her arm as he sank, baring her shoulder.

"Watch the--" Laura began to say before her words trailed off into a soft mumble. She 
teetered forward toward Chuck, their lips so close to each other that they were almost 
kissing.

They both fell into each other and collapsed onto the mat in a heap.

Laura never fully lost consciousness, but she wasn't altogether there either. When doctors 
administer anesthesia, they sometimes refer to a similar state as "twilight." As she finally 
stopped seeing stars, her vision was a foggy blur, like when someone is fighting 
exhaustion and tries to keep themselves from falling asleep. She couldn't begin to guess 
how long she had been in this daze; seconds, minutes, could even have been an hour for 
all she knew.

She found herself slumped over Chuck as she started to come to. Chuck was laying 
almost on his side, and Laura was bent over his waist, almost facing his ass if her breasts 
weren't hanging in the way. As far as she could tell, Chuck was in fact out cold, and she 
momentarily shuddered at the thought of what he would have done to her if the shoe was 
on the other foot. She felt beat up, her hair was soaked against her forehead with sweat 
(and by now half coming out of her hair-tie), and as she planted her hands down onto the 
mat to hoist herself up she didn't even bother to pull her hanging shoulder strap back up. 
She clearly looked like a woman who had been in a battle.

Trying to be as stealthy as possible, Laura crawled over Chuck's still body and leaned 
down perpendicular to him. She slowly slid her right leg under his torso, hoping not to 
jostle him around too much as to wake him. She then wrapped her left leg around his 
other side. She took a deep breath, locked her ankles together, and squeezed.

A low groan started coming from Chuck, sounding as if it was a million miles away.

Laura squeezed harder.

"Nnnhhhh," Chuck moaned as he slowly shook his head back and forth, creeping back 
into consciousness. He had but a moment to regain his senses before he realized what was 
going on. His groaning quickly turned into a scream.

"Wakey wakey," Laura taunted.

"Gaaaaahhhhh!" Chuck shrieked as he thrashed back and forth, with Laura's meaty legs 
keeping his body in place like a vise. He desperately tried to reach back to grab at her, but 
she was too far behind him. By now, from all the stomach-punching and back-slamming 
and now this, Chuck's entire middle was on fire.

Laura was never really a fan of scissor holds. In fact, she always felt that using them was 
something of a cheat. She went into a wrestling match wanting to wrestle; to grab, slam, 
ram, throw, punch, and kick. She wasn't there to immediately force someone down and 
prevent them from moving, hoping they would cry uncle as soon as possible. She wanted 
to see what they had, what kind of fight they had in them.

But now, she was desperate for an end to all this. She couldn't imagine where else this 
match could possibly go after they've resorted to literally punching each other back and 
forth and ramming each other down. Anything further, she felt, would have started to dip 
into the realm of obvious eroticism or who knows what else.

"Do you give now?" Laura calmly asked, giving Chuck a sharp additional squeeze to 
prove how serious the question was.

"Yes!!" he bellowed. "Holy shit, yes! For the love of god, yes!!!"

Laura uncurled her legs and slowly rose to her feet. She offered Chuck a hand up, which 
he gladly took. Laura pulled him toward her and wrapped her arms around him, giving 
him a big, sweaty hug.

"Good match," she whispered. "Congratulations."

"Likewise," he panted back.

Laura turned off the camera and they made their way back into the locker room. Laura 
leaned against her locker while Chuck happily plopped down on the bench opposite her.

"Oh my god," he gasped, "that was an amazing experience."

"This might be one of the few times I'll need to shower here before heading home," 
Laura chuckled. Not that she never worked up a sweat, of course, but usually she could 
manage the drive home before bathing. Right now she was absolutely revolted by the 
thought of putting her normal clothes back on over her wrestling gear.

"I wasn't too rough with you, was I?" she asked.

"Oh no, no, no. You were fine."

Chuck paused slightly, not sure if he wanted to say what was on his mind.

"Actually...." he continued

"Yes?"

"When we were running back and forth across the ring...."

"Yes?"

"You have no idea how much that was turning me on," he whispered, almost 
embarrassed.

"Oh really?" Laura tried to sound indifferent, but the truth was she felt the same way. She 
deep down loved those few moments where neither fighter is technically in control, 
where anything could happen.

"Yeah," he continued as he looked away, "and when we ran into each other...."

"Yes?"

"It was probably the single most erotic moment of my life."

Laura walked over and gently touched his chin, pulling his face up to look at her.

"Are you embarrassed that it turned you on?" she asked, her voice gentle and loving.

"A little. Please don't think I'm some sort of pervert or something."

"No, no, it's okay. Would it make you feel better to know that it turned me on as well?"

Chuck's eyes lit up.

"It did?" he smiled, a devilish curl creeping up on one corner.

"Oh yes. I absolutely love ramming into opponents."

"Oh my god, you can do that to me anytime you want!"

"How about right now?"

"Um, what?"

"We go back into the ring, and you let me run into you as many times as I want."

"Are you serious?"

"Definitely. I'll even tape it and make a DVD just for you."

Chuck's eyes began to swell up with happy tears. He didn't know if he wanted to kneel 
down and kiss her feet, grab her in an embrace, or what.

"If we do this, you will make me the happiest man who has ever lived," he beamed.

"Good. Ready?"

"Um, can you give me a few minutes, please? I need to go into the bathroom and, um, 
take care of something, uh, you know, so I don't 'explode' in the ring."

They both glanced down at Chuck's enormous erection, tenting his shorts almost 
comically.

"Take your time," Laura smiled. "If you need help, just think of what I will do to you."

Chuck's eyes didn't blink, and his mouth hung open.

"I'll be out in thirty seconds."

"I'll meet you in the ring."



END

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