Miss Laura vs. Wayne by Miss Laura, mk92787@hotmail.com Laura looks for a wrestling challenge and finds it, one that almost leaves her breathless. Laura needed a challenge. It had been weeks since her last match, one with a somewhat doughy man named Chuck. The wrestling part went rather well, she thought, but there were one or two very brief moments where she was actually worried. Deep down, she wanted more of that; she loved the peril. She was looking for a physical challenge for a personal reason as well. She was incredibly embarrassed about the aftermath to the match with Chuck. She had tried so hard to maintain professionalism in recent years, and the next thing she knew she was doing things that she was ashamed, and afraid, to tell her husband Dan about. She wanted to get back to doing a good old fashioned "wrestling" match; nothing weird or erotic. She wanted a victory that would make her proud of herself again. Since then, no e-mailed wrestling offers had really intrigued her. Times were tough for everyone, and it seemed as if the only people out there with enough disposable income to travel to her were clearly creepy men who would pay and do anything to have a woman touch them. Laura was getting so restless that she momentarily considered responding to some of Tina's ignored voice mails and text messages. For all the headaches, micromanaging, and just plain old bossiness that Tina provided, the people she usually hooked Laura up with were nevertheless decent opponents. Ultimately Laura decided that it simply wasn't worth opening up that can of worms again. She likened herself to someone getting out of a bad relationship where the person was deranged but the sex was out of this world. Once you get out, it's just good to not look back. Just as Laura was becoming really desperate for a match opportunity, an e-mail from a gentleman named Wayne arrived. He was polite but to the point. He was thirty-nine years old, married with kids, and had done a little wrestling here and there. He claimed he had done a taped match once before for some other wrestler online, but Laura didn't recognize the name nor was she interested in seeking them out. Wayne's attached picture interested her more than any supposed resume, as it matched his physical description quite well. Standing 6'1", he weighed a bulky 200 pounds, and a great deal of it looked like pure muscle. He looked relatively attractive, and his medium- length brown hair was starting to gray a little, giving a faint edge of sophistication to his overall look. If Laura had let her mind wander that way, she probably would have found him to be sexy and might have even played with herself a little to his photo. But instead, she was focusing more on his size. He was much taller than her 5'5" height, and not only was he bigger than her 175-pound frame, but he was also in better shape. One word kept popping into Laura's head: jackpot. She had found her challenge. Her fingers were practically shaking as she e-mailed Wayne back to accept his offer. A week later she was waiting impatiently in the usual locker room at the gym owned by her friend Ralph. She was early, as she wanted to set up everything perfectly, but as the minutes slowly ticked closer to the scheduled time, she was starting to get antsy. "Give him time," Laura told herself as she started loosening up her arms. "He's not late yet." Her restless waiting turned into pacing, and as the meeting time came and went she couldn't help but kick at a random locker in frustration. She began cursing under her breath about the Internet and just people in general when she finally heard the main entrance doors to the gym open. "Hello?" a deep male voice called from across the building. "In here," Laura responded, a slight note of contempt in her voice. Wayne came shuffling into the locker room quickly, a gymbag flopping around his right shoulder. With the life experience of someone who knew how pissed off a woman can get if kept waiting, he immediately issued an apology without waiting for the third degree. "I am so sorry!" he offered as he set his bag down in front of an unclaimed locker. "I had trouble getting here." "Didn't you have the address?" "Yes, but some white car was blocking the entrance to the parking lot. I had to drive around the block and park on the street." Laura was still pissed, but now she knew whom it should be directed to. She quickly reached into her locker for her cell phone and dialed a number. "Hello, Ralph?" she spoke into her phone. Ralph was on the other side of the building in his office, so it was just easier talking to him this way. "Yeah, he's here. Listen, Tina's outside blocking the driveway...I don't know...yes, thank you. Bye." "Uh," Wayne started as he pulled his shoes off, "do I want to know...?" "It's just someone trying to cause me trouble." It was becoming clearer and clearer to Laura how this problem was going to have to end. She was going to have to kick Tina's ass. "I'm sorry. Is this a bad time?" By now Wayne had pulled off his jeans, revealing a pair of black spandex shorts underneath. "Lately, it's never been a good time." Laura was already in her red boxers, and she had only just put her shirt back on when it seemed as if Wayne was going to be a no-show. As she pulled it off again and exposed her usual red sports bra, her 42DD-38-44 measurements were more than obvious. Wayne was momentarily taken aback by Laura's body. Wayne was happily married and he rarely let his mind get him into too much trouble, but he did like to look. He wasn't exactly what one would call a "chubby chaser," but he enjoyed women's bodies, and the more there was the better. The spandex of her bra was too thick to reveal any of the finer shapes of her bust, leaving him to wonder what her nipples looked like. "You almost ready?" Laura asked while pulling her long red hair back. "Just about," Wayne answered while pulling up his shirt and tossing it into his locker. Laura gazed briefly at his pecs. It had been so long since she tangled with someone with an actual developed chest. She was beginning to think that pectoral muscles only existed on superheroes and action figures. "Well then," she said while offering her hand, "good luck." "You too," he responded while politely shaking. It was something Laura had done a hundred times before. She wasn't shaking hands out of courtesy. She truly believed that she could get a feel for her opponent's aggressiveness and ability by shaking their hand. It might have all been in her head, but this instinct had never led her astray. As they shook Laura felt a strong firmness in Wayne's grip. He didn't fool around physically and he was proud of his body. The word appeared in Laura's mind again: jackpot. As they walked down the hallway toward the ring, Wayne stopped suddenly, as if there was something he wanted to clear up before they started. "Um..." he stammered. "Is something wrong?" Laura asked. Deep down, she was thinking that he better not weasel out on her after all this. "You'll send me a free copy of the DVD when it's done, right?" "Oh, of course. I always do." "Oh good. I got stiffed that last time I made a video with someone." "Oh, I'm sorry." "I actually had to buy a copy off her web site. Boy, was my wife mad at me." They shared a quick laugh as they approached the ring. As if Wayne's anecdote reminded her, Laura immediately looked inside the duffel bag on the floor to double-check that all of the necessary waivers and contracts were signed by Wayne. She then turned her attention to her camera, turned it on, and then slid under the ropes and into the ring, where Wayne was waiting. Wayne allowed Laura to get to her feet, and the two started circling each other slowly. Both had their hands in front of them, ready to both attack and defend. "So," Laura smiled, "besides that video, have you done a lot of mixed wrestling?" "Some," Wayne answered, the courteousness from before melting more into determination. "Most with my wife." "Oh? How well do you do against her usually?" Wayne paused, and an icy smile crept up the corner of his mouth. "Oh, I always kick her ass." What an odd thing to be proud of, Laura thought to herself before stepping in, grabbing Wayne's hands and squeezing them tightly. Wayne winced and tried to squeeze back. He was more surprised than anything by Laura's grip. They both knew that if she really hurt his hands early on, then that would severely limit what kinds of attacks he could send her way. Laura kept squeezing, relieved that she got the dominating grip first. But she wasn't done with him yet, as she actually hated tests of strength. She was more interested in breaking him in two right away. She pulled him down by his hands and twisted her body to the side, throwing her right leg up into his stomach. "Ooooff!" Wayne coughed as he bent over the leg that dug across his stomach. Laura was still holding his hands and keeping him upright, but he was sure that otherwise he would have crumbled to his knees. Damn, he's big, Laura thought to herself. Wayne leaned down toward Laura and charged forward, causing Laura to stumble backward toward the ropes. She was barely able to get her footing, and he wasn't giving her any room to charge in the opposite direction. She knew that if he pinned her against the ropes this early in the match, with his size and strength, she was done for. The notion was starting to turn her on. Laura wanted a challenge, and she got it. But, she told herself, challenges are meant to be overcome. She didn't just want a big, tough guy; she wanted to DEFEAT him as well. Still being driven back toward the ropes, Laura slid her arms around Wayne and drove a knee up into his still-tender stomach. "Uuuuuuhff!" he sputtered as he slumped forward into Laura. Thankfully, he also stopped charging forward, but he was nevertheless struggling to get her arms off him. Laura didn't have time to get a good grip around Wayne, as he wouldn't stop squirming in her arms. She leaned into his chest and charged forward with all her might, driving him back toward the corner as fast as she could. She needed to knock him out, and knock him out now. She felt an almost savage satisfaction upon feeling his back ram into the corner pole. "Aaaagh!" Wayne howled as the pole smacked into him, feeling almost like his spine was rattling inside. He bent back against the pole slightly, sticking his chest into Laura's face. She scooted her face up to clear her mouth. "Do you give?" she asked calmly. Deep down, she really wanted this to end now. "Never!" he winced as he tried to fight through the pain in his back. Laura let out a heavy, but quiet, sigh and locked her hands together against Wayne's back. She took a deep breath and slowly lifted him up, getting his feet onto the bottom ropes. She hated to have to do this, but she wanted to show that she wasn't fooling around anymore. Wayne felt himself hoisted up, unsure of what was going on until his feet landed on the bobbling ropes, feeling as if he was floating on top of water. His only salvation was the fact that he didn't feel as if his opponent's meaty arms were securely around him. "Nooo," he whimpered as he started to struggle, scooting his arms up in Laura's grasp. Damn it, Laura thought to herself. She knew she didn't have a good hold on him, and now he knew it too. He was trying to pull free from her arms. She needed to get this done as soon as possible. "Settle down," she smiled as she slowly lifted him up again. Wayne's feet were hovering between the bottom and middle ropes when he finally slid his arms up and out. "I said no!" he screamed before sending both arms down, chopping his hands down onto Laura's shoulders. "Ooooh!!" Laura moaned as her body jerked forward, her head thrown back slightly. The pain seemed to be seeping down into her shoulders and radiating into her arms. She felt like she was beginning to get in trouble, so partly out of desperation she twisted her body around, pulling Wayne out of the corner and throwing him down to the center of the mat. "Uhhhn!" he groaned as he landed face down. As he painfully got onto his hands and began to roll over, he couldn't help but be amazed by this bigger woman's stamina. Not her strength so much, not yet anyway, but she was definitely the toughest opponent he had ever faced. Laura remained in the corner, watching Wayne as he slowly rolled onto his back. She barely gave him a moment to get his bearings before she charged toward the center of the ring and leapt forward, sailing through the air, and it was clear what her target was. Wayne's eyes bugged out as he saw her fly toward him. This was going to hurt, and he certainly didn't want to experience this assault. Pooling together all the remaining energy he had throughout his body, he gritted his teeth and rolled out of the way. "Aaahhh!" Laura shrieked in both surprise and terror as the mat suddenly cleared out in front of her. Wayne was so busy rolling away that he barely had time to look back in Laura's direction, glancing toward her just as he saw her 175-ish body land on the mat with a loud, hard thud, like the sound a stack of bricks would have made. "Whuuffff!" Laura yelped as her body painfully plopped down. She felt it everywhere; her face, her breasts, her arms, her stomach, her thighs, and every other body part that was now in direct contact with the slightly padded but nevertheless firm canvas. The air rushed out of her so fast that it felt as if her lungs flew out of her mouth as well. She didn't feel like a person at that moment; more like a giant bruise with two additional bruises sticking out for tits. Wayne kept his eyes on Laura as he slowly hoisted himself up onto his feet. He saw very little movement, maybe the slight twitch of a leg. She was clearly still awake and alert, but she was obviously in a world of pain. A smile crept over his lips as he slowly approached her. Only one thought sprang into his head: playtime. Laura was completely unaware of where her opponent was; at the moment it was barely her concern. She sucked greedily for air, her ample chest on fire. She slowly got onto her hands and knees and began to crawl toward the corner, pausing for a moment to try to shake her head clear. "Not so tough now, are ya?" Wayne taunted as he approached her side, his tone clearly with one foot in the realm of playful mock-toughness. But still, he was in a match, and he didn't want to lose his advantage, so he sent his right foot into the side of Laura's stomach. "Oooof!" Laura moaned as her arms gave way underneath her, causing her top half to slump down. Her knees still propped up the rest of her body, causing her ass to stick up in the air. Wayne let out a chuckle at this sight and sauntered around to her rear. What a nice, big, round butt, he thought, momentarily imagining how he'd like to pump himself into her. Instead, he reached back with his left foot and kicked in the middle, right at her asshole. "Uhhh!" she yelped as her body sprang forward and plopped back down onto the mat like a fish struggling on land. Wayne had more than a satisfied feeling growing inside him. He crept behind Laura slowly and headed toward her left side, watching her slowly get back onto her hands and knees. She had her head hung down, as if she was still trying to become aware of her surroundings again. He carefully wrapped his left arm under her belly, with his right arm snaking around the front of her neck. Laura let out a throaty gasp as she felt his arms wrap around her like a boa constrictor. Trying not to fall back down onto the mat, she was only able to reach up with one hand to try to pry his arm away from her neck. Wayne winced as he felt her nails scrape against his arm, but he wasn't worried. He took a deep breath and pulled with both arms, hoisting Laura up onto her feet. "Accck!" she gagged as Wayne's forearm dug deeper into her throat. Now that she was finally upright again she tried to squirm out of his grip, but it was to little avail. "Shhh," he whispered from behind, "just let yourself go to sleep." Oh good, Laura thought to herself, he doesn't really know how to apply a sleeper hold. Wayne frowned as he felt Laura continue to struggle. He tightened his arms and pulled her right up against his chest. Laura clutched onto his somewhat muscular forearm as it flexed against her neck, trying desperately to yank it away from her. Wayne started to backpedal, pulling Laura with him. With a gagged growl, Laura threw her weight forward, hoping to stop herself from being dragged backward. Wayne's arms weren't letting her get too far ahead, though; they weren't letting her get anywhere, in fact. Wayne responded by pulling back harder, bending himself backward and pulling Laura back with him. Laura still wasn't going to let them move back any further, so the two teetered in place for a moment, with her front jutting upward. It almost looked like an alien spaceship was trying to beam them both up by Laura's breasts. Despite their somewhat comical pose, Laura was only getting angrier. Though Wayne's faux "sleeper hold" wasn't working like he wanted it to, she was nevertheless starting to black out more from exhaustion. She needed to end this, and end it now! She planted her feet down onto the mat and threw all of her weight backward, charging them back toward a corner. Wayne barely knew what was happening before his back crashed into the pole. "Yaaaagh!" he screamed at the unexpected blast of pain. He was starting to see stars, but he refused to let go of his prey. Laura felt the arm around her belly go a little limp, but it was the other arm still tightly wrapped around her throat that was worrying her. Feeling as if her chance was quickly disappearing, she threw her right elbow into Wayne's stomach. "Ooohhh!" he howled as the elbow dug into his taut abs. His arms relaxed some more, but he was still determined to hang on. Laura felt him weaken behind her, and that old wave of confidence started coming back. He needed some more softening up, she told herself, so she leapt up and drove her head back into his face. "Pluhh!" he yelped as the hard round head rushed back and smacked into him. He winced in pain and was blinded by stars, while his left arm dropped from Laura's stomach and his right relaxed and dangled over her shoulder. The first thing Laura did was take a quick, but deep, breath. Oh, how she was going to make him pay, she thought. She wasn't even completely sure of what she was doing when she grabbed his limp right arm, bent down, and pulled him over her. "Huuuh--??" Wayne moaned as he felt himself jerked up over her body. Laura let out a determined scream of her own as she felt his weight completely on her, yanking on his arm with all her might and flipping him over, throwing him down to the mat. "Unnnghh!" he groaned as his back hit the mat hard. His back ached, his stomach ached, and his face was literally throbbing. He had no idea what just happened. Laura meanwhile was a little confused herself what exactly she had done. She felt a slight looseness in her right shoulder as she stared at the lump down on the mat before her. She was barely aware of any action she had taken to put him there. She would later chalk it up to some strange adrenaline rush that she blacked out on. But as for now, she got him down, finally. She meant real business for the first time in the entire match, and before she knew it she was already leaping into the air and sailing down toward him. Wayne was still trying to clear his head when he saw a shape that could only have been a large woman's body careening toward him. "You're not going anywhere this time!" Laura yelled just as she landed right on Wayne, causing the mat to shudder underneath them. Wayne's mouth hung open in a silent scream. It felt as though a thousand-pound weight was dropped onto him. Every remaining ounce of strength in him squeezed out like orange juice. "Do you give now?!" Laura asked again, a slight edge to her voice than usual. Wayne nodded quickly, his face scrunched into a pained wince. Laura climbed off him and slowly got to her feet. Being the consummate sport that she was, she offered Wayne a hand up. Wayne held up his own hand in refusal. "Just give me a minute," he wheezed, his chest rising and falling deeply. Laura smirked as she approached her camera. She hated "playing" to the camera, as she always thought it created an air of phoniness, but one thought was running through her mind, and she knew she would hate herself if she didn't say the line. After all, she could always edit it out later. "You know what they say," she smiled, "the bigger they are, the harder they fall." She turned the camera off soon after that and then took a loud, deep breath of air. Her chest was going to hurt in the morning. END (If you enjoyed this story and want to see more of Miss Laura in the future, please send feedback to the address at the top.)