College Vs. Session Wrestler, Part Six
By brooksie       brooksie@pacificcoast.net
A pair of college wrestlers are invited to an underground fetish club on "fight night".


It's hard to come up with exactly the right word to describe the atmosphere in
the club following the match between Dana and Wendy. It was like the air feels
after a violent thunderstorm...all charged up with negative ions. A number of
a number of things played a part in creating that atmosphere. For starters,
from the look of the two women, Dana entered as an underdog, giving away more
than 25 lbs. to a taller, more muscular opponent. There was the shock of
seeing her quickly subdue the much larger Wendy in the first fall, rendering
her so helpless she was forced to submit to an unbreakable pin-hold, while
Dana gleefully pushed her breasts into the trapped girls face. There was the
drama of seeing the match turn back to Wendy's favour as she bowled Dana over
in the next fall, by the strength and power of her muscular body. Then the
reversal of fortune in the third fall, as Dana seemed surely done for. It was
nothing short of thrilling to see her come back, outlasting and wearing her
opponent down to a state of sheer exhaustion, where she was hers for the
taking. And then there was the "taking" itself. I couldn't get over it. Dana
thoroughly dominated her beaten foe, posing over her, making her beg for mercy
and admit the sexy aerobics instructor was her superior. Then she had
gratified herself by holding Wendy in a tight head scissors while grinding
herself against her victim's face to achieve at least one orgasm, maybe more,
I couldn't exactly tell. To top it off, the two women had engaged in a couple
of deeply passionate kisses, with the larger Wendy becoming completely
submissive to the smaller woman who had just humbled her so thoroughly.

I was speechless. Without a clue what to say, I turned to look at Shanice, my
face wearing its best "what the hell just happened" expression. Shanice stared
back and, for a moment, seemed to regard me with a mixture of curiosity and
amusement. Then the damn burst! She dissolved into hysterical laughter. It
took quite a while for her to compose herself, especially after some of the
other women began smiling and chuckling too. Regaining her poise, Shanice
tried to educate me as to the deeply arousing possibilities of domination,
submission, humiliation, control and so on. Her intelligence and ability to
articulate her ideas were clearly evident, as she led me through a primer
course. And, she was insightful enough to find a personalized analogy to help
me understand.

"It's like earlier today when I saw you guys (referring to Karen and myself)
wrestling in the park. She pinned you and you gave in. I think you could have
tried to fight back some more and maybe even got loose. But you didn't. You
submitted to her, and let her keep you pinned down, even after she let you out
of the hold she had on you, right?"

I nodded.

"You see? Right there, you were playing a domination and submission sex game."

Seeing the look of surprise on my face at this revelation, Shanice grinned.

"Ah-hah!" she exclaimed, as if she were a detective who'd just uncovered the
clue to solving a case.

"Well, it was pretty mild anyway. Nothing like what just happened here."

"You think not? Tell you what sweet cheeks, I don't think it was that far from
it at all."

"But Karen and I are in love," I protested, "those two didn't even like each
other."

After all, Shanice had said she'd exploited a rivalry between the two women to
convince them to wrestle each other at her "event".

Shanice smiled.

"You see Scott, there's a lot of complicated psychology going on here. Human
sexuality is a very deep topic."

I cast a pained look in her direction. She giggled.

"Sorry baby, no pun intended."

"Anyway, go on."

"Ok, it's like this. Who knows if those two are ever going to be friends. That
depends mostly on their personalities and their character. Things might go
back to the way they were, or worse. But I'll guarantee you that they are
going to discover something about their sexuality tonight. I don't know about
Wendy, but Dana's pretty open minded sexually. Plus I suspected she had a
dominant side. She's feisty, driven...real determined. I also watched her
bitch-slap some girl in a bar one night who was giving her a hard time. She
didn't let up until that chickie apologized real nice to her."

"But I still don't get it. You'd think Wendy'd be furious, after what Dana did
to her. I mean, she, uh, she..."

I couldn't figure out how to put it.

"Used her like a cheap sex toy?" Shanice laughed.

"Yeah, I guess."

Part of me still felt a little embarrassed talking about it. I thought about
Karen. God, I wonder what she thought! I had a little surge of panic and
looked around the table. She was still seated at the far end, with Kim, Morgan
and several other girls, all laughing and carrying on. They seemed like they
were having a whale of time. I made a note to myself to get her drunk more
often.

"You see, something happens when you're in a situation where you've been made
to be helpless," Shanice continued. "Some guys, well people, but mostly guys,
like the traditional type of dominatrix stuff, bondage and so forth. You know,
the kind of thing this club's all about."

She waved her hand about, before continuing.

"It's a huge sub-culture, especially in THIS town. But there's another type of
thing that happens when someone puts you in that state against your will.
That's what submission wrestling can do, in some cases. It might not have
happened if this had been a different kind of fight. But it was pretty even
most of the way through. They each had different strengths. And I'm pretty
sure Dana thought she was done for, when she was in that bear hug."

"You didn't seem to," I remarked.

"I know that girl. She's a fighter. I knew she had something left."

"You were really pulling for her, eh?"

Shanice giggled. "Eh? That one of them Canadian things?"

I gave her a full 'Bob & Doug McKenzie', from the old SCTV show.

"Yeah, fer sure, eh."

We shared another laugh and she returned to her explanation.

"So you had a couple of things going on. Dana was pretty excited, I'm sure,
when she broke that hold. That really energized here. You saw the way she went
after Wendy then, right? Like she was on fire."

I agreed.

"And Wendy, she was running out of steam by then. She put everything she had
into that hold, and when she didn't get her with it, she was probably pretty
demoralized. And Dana didn't let up, she just kept pouring it on. You saw what
happened then, she just wore that big girl down to a frazzle. She had nothing
left and they both knew it. That gave Dana a feeling of power and control and
Wendy, she'd be feeling tired, scared, frustrated, ashamed. She just wanted it
to be over."

"But she didn't submit. If she did, she wouldn't have gotten herself put to
sleep."

"See, that's the thing baby, she wanted it to end, but she still didn't want
to give up and lose the match. She'd have two opposite things going on in her
head, you understand me?"

"Uh-huh."

"So she tried to hang on, maybe thinking she might get out of it somehow, or
maybe she was just too tired to be thinking at all. Dana put that sleeper on
her, and she didn't last long. I was actually kind of surprised at how fast
she faded."

"So why didn't Dana just take the win then? Why did she want to keep going?"

"Are you kidding? She had the world on a string. She just beat this woman,
who's been trash-talkin' her at the gym for months and bragging about how she
was going to kick her ass tonight. Plus she beat her good, put her out cold.
She wanted more, hell she wanted everything she could get. Plus, you roll
around wrestling, feeling someone's strong body and it gets your motor
running. It's like that with you and Karen, right?"

"Yeah, but we're attracted to each other. I don't feel like that when I'm
wrestling guys in practice or at a tournament."

"I know, but I already told you, Dana's pretty open. She's into women. And
Wendy, well she didn't have a whole lot of choice, did she?"

"She seemed like she got into it, though."

"That's what I was saying earlier. You never know where stuff like this can
lead. She'd just been had a hard fight, she was tired, beat and maybe lost her
will. Sometimes people have submissive sides they don't even know about and an
experience like this can bring it out. Or maybe, it'll just be a one-time
thing. Who knows?"

The waitress came by with some more drinks. As I poured the beer into my
glass, I realized I hadn't even thanked Shanice for her hospitality yet.

"Hey, can I make a toast?"

"Sure thing, honey. Have at it."

"To you! Thanks for tonight, for the drinks and for this afternoon. It's been
great meeting you."

I wanted to add something else, but I didn't know what. I was starting to feel
the booze pretty good myself and didn't trust myself to say too much more. I
clinked Shanice's glass and just stared with god-knows-what kind of an look on
my face. She put down her glass, reached her hand over and took me by the chin
with both hands. Then gave me a big smooth on the lips and continued to hold
me by the neck as she whispered into my ear.

"I'm glad you had a good time. I've enjoyed myself too sweetie. And it ain't
over yet. There's lots more to come. Now come on, grab your beer and let's go
down to where Karen's at. I ain't hardly said a word to that girl all night."

"You can't get near her. She's been surrounded by beautiful women practically
the whole time."

"Well that can't be a bad thing, right?"

She winked at me, in the very same way she had earlier in the day when we'd
silently teamed up to talk Karen into this final vacation night escapade to
begin with. Karen, who only a few hours ago was so shy about being seen
wrestling with me in the park she couldn't even look Shanice in the eye. Now,
as we approached the end of table where she was sitting, there she was,
horsing around with Morgan. She had the blonde oil wrestler in a headlock and
was giving her a "noogie". I could hardly believe it. It was so unlike her.

"All right, break it up, break it up." demanded Shanice. "You two scoot over,
and let me and Scotty sit down here for a while."

Kim stood up. "I have to go get changed anyway. I'm up soon."

"I'll go with you," Morgan offered. She didn't even look at me. It's funny,
Morgan hadn't even given me a second glance after using her hand to jack me
off under the table earlier. Oh well...just part of the job, I guess. They
left, while Shanice and I sat down. There were still several girls seated
nearby. Shanice introduced me, then focused her attention on Karen. Before
long, the two of them were engrossed in conversation. The rest of the girls
and I chatted a bit and made small talk as we waited for the next match to
start. Melissa returned to the ring and did another few minutes of comedy,
before thanking everyone and announcing that she was turning things back over
to Shanice for the rest of the evening.

A few minutes later, I saw Shanice get up from the table and head towards the
ring. The chair beside her was empty. I looked around for Karen but didn't see
her. All at once I found myself being pulled out of my seat by a pair of
strong arms. Once on my feet I was spun around, face to face with my somewhat
inebriated girlfriend. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me hard
against her body, while she bent my head back and eagerly explored my mouth
with her probing tongue. The rest of the girls at the table stated to hoot and
make suggestive remarks, but Karen held me firm and continued kissing me.
Finally she stopped, held on to my neck and said simply, "I missed you." This
time it was me who felt embarrassed as we sat back down and the oil
wrestler/stripper girls started teasing me about my girl's obvious state of
arousal. Karen just laughed right along with them. She seemed almost proud.
This had been an amazing night. And it was a long way from being over.

Shanice slipped between the ropes, holding the microphone Melissa had turned
over to her. Since I had mostly seen her sitting down, I hadn't had much
opportunity to appreciate the white leather outfit. It worked..., in a big
way. Shanice looked fantastic! The next match, she promised, would be
something brand new, never before seen at fight night. I thought about
everything I'd seen so far, from the oil matches, to the pro wrestling skit,
the skill, speed and power of Amy, Shanice's own fearsome knockout punch as
she sent her game, but outclassed, kickboxing opponent to dreamland and the
drama and sexuality of Dana's humiliation of Wendy. What could be left, I
wondered?

What indeed! Shanice announced it would be a fifteen minute, unlimited
submission "domination" match, at which point my ears, recalling our earlier
conversation, perked up. The crowd also went crazy at this news. Most seemed
to know what this meant already, but Shanice explained anyway. The contest
would be fifteen minutes long, regardless. One wrestler could get as many
submissions on the other as they could. As in the Amy's match, there would be
30 second's rest after each one. The winner would be the one who had forced
the most submissions from their opponent. If one wanted to submit the match
completely, their opponent had the remaining time to use "in whatever way they
so choose". With that, the crowd let out a huge cheer and the air was thick
with innuendo.

"Or, in this case, in whatever way each PAIR of fighters so chooses, 'cause
tonight, you get double the pleasure and double the fun." she added.

Puzzled looks were exchanged all around the table. Apparently Shanice had kept
this one pretty well under wraps. I asked one of the other girls what she
meant.

"I don't know. She's got something up her sleeve. Shanice likes to surprise
people," she said.

We soon found out. Shanice introduced the first team and a pair of black girls
named Tara and Taneesha entered the room and got into the ring.

"Oh my GOD!" exclaimed one of the women seated next to me, and others nearby
made similar comments.

"What? " I demanded, "Who are they?"

The girl next to me, the one who had shrieked with surprise when the twins had
stepped into the ring, explained.

"One of them, Tara...she fought here once before, a few weeks ago. It was a
submission fight. She beat this biker chick who had been kicking everyone's
ass for a couple of months. She was way bigger than her, but Tara had her
crying her eyes out. And man, did she put on a show with that chick. She
hasn't been back since."

Vanessa, another of the girls spoke up,. "If her partner's as good as Tara is,
they are going to be awesome. I feel sorry for whoever's going up against
them."

The other girls agreed and we turned our attention back to the ring to see who
was coming out to do battle with Tara and Taneesha. The two tall, voluptuous
blondes who came out next were identical twins! They had long, straight blonde
hair, lovely white teeth and were extremely attractive in a model/movie star
kind of way.

"Hey, I know them. They're Bud girls," Vanessa said, referring to the beer,
Budweiser. They were doing promotions in a place I danced at last month."

A few of the other girls remembered seeing them around, also. The conversation
at the table made me miss part of Shanice's introduction, but I did hear her
mention they were both models and fitness contestants who had just finished
first & second at some recently-held contest. I also missed hearing their
names. Karen had gone to the ladie's room and returned just in time for the
start of the match. Morgan was with her and the two of them squeezed in beside
me. I put my arm around Karen while Morgan gave me a big grin, as she put on
her best "porn star" look and licked her palm again. She was a little vixen!
Thankfully, Karen wasn't looking at us.

I focused my attention on the ring as well, where the blonde bombshells were
putting on quite the performance, stripping off their fancy sequinned pants
and tops. Underneath they both wore matching silver micro bikinis. The bottoms
were nothing more than tiny triangles covering their womanhood and the tops
stretched tantalizingly to contain their large, round and
altogether-too-perfect breasts. From the way they pranced around, flexing
their muscles, they gave the impression they thought themselves pretty hot
stuff which, actually, they were. Tall, tanned and toned, with hard, round
little butts and big, perfectly shaped boobs.

"Those have got to be fake," Karen declared.

Morgan snorted, as she had earlier when I'd asked if Shanice could handle
herself kickboxing against the guy she'd wound up knocking out.

"No shit they're fake. But hell," she shrugged, "who's aren't these days?"

The two black women watched impassively as the posturing sisters flexed their
physiques at centre-ring. They didn't have huge muscles, but their lean bodies
were very cut and defined, making the muscle they did have quite noticeable.
Their opponents, by contrast, were shorter, heavier and carried a bit more
body fat, although they were also lean and muscular, especially their arms and
shoulders.

The little show the blonde twins gave wasn't exactly lost on the crowd,
especially the men, but it didn't seem like they were really on home turf.
When they were done, Taneesha and Tara, clad in simple black one piece suits
cut high at the leg, received just as loud an ovation as the fitness girls had
by simply clasping hands and raising each others arms, as if predicting
victory.

I was assuming this was going to be a tag team type of match, but when the
whistle blew, all four women remained in the ring. Tara squared off with one
of the blonde fitness girls, while her sister Taneesha faced the other.

Fifteen minutes is a long time when you're wrestling. I wondered if these
women had the stamina for that. But right from the outset, it was clear that
wouldn't be a concern. It was easy to see how this match was going to go. Tara
and Taneesha took control of the match immediately and never let it go. They
owned the two blondes from the word "go". Their first move was a pair of drop
kicks, which the fitness girls never saw coming. As two pair of flying black
feet hit them in the solar plexus, the sisters went down like they'd been
clubbed, collapsing on their asses. The twins grabbed them by the arms and
stood them up, flinging them into opposite corners. Then they charged them,
linebacker-style, driving their shoulders into the stunned blonde's stomachs.
I could see the sisters making eye contact with one another, confirming their
next move. This time they pulled the girls out of the corner and threw them
over their shoulders, using judo-like flips. The fitness babes looked dazed,
and more than a little perplexed. I don't think they expected anything like
this and started to protest. Taneesha and her sister Tara just kept up their
assault. This time they hit them with forearm smashes to their bountiful
breasts, causing the statuesque blondes to gasp in pain. With their opponents
stunned, they applied the same hold, simultaneously. Grabbing the hapless
blonde duo by their legs, the twins dropped them on their backs, locked their
hands together and stepped over their fallen victims as they turned around. It
was the same hold Dana had tried earlier on Wendy, but hadn't quite been able
to pull off... the Boston Crab. With the fitness babe's legs tucked securely
under their arms, the two sisters slowly eased their weight down on the
trapped girls' backs. Both sisters submitted instantly.

For all their preening and muscle flexing bravado, the fitness girls were
clearly going to be no match for their opponents. After softening the blondes
up with their initial onslaught, Tara and Taneesha were in the driver's seat
of this match. The two fitness babes lay groaning in pain for most of the
thirty second break and had barely made it to their feet when the whistle blew
again. The black girls wasted no time in laying them right back down.
Switching opponents, they charged at them and in no time, had their
adversaries on face down on the mat. Tara had her girl tied up in a
complicated position. She had her arms pulled straight back behind her and her
own arms encircling them, squeezing together at the elbows. Meanwhile, her
legs were around to the outside of the blonde's, back underneath her shins and
around over the top of her ankles in a hold I was later to learn was called a
"grapevine" or in this case, a reverse grapevine since the victim is usually
on their back.

Across the mat, Taneesha had opted for a simpler hold, a double hammer lock.
Tara's twin submitted first to the elaborate hold. Hearing this, Taneesha
released one of her girl's arms and changed her hold on the other to more of a
chicken-wing, where the arm was having pressure applied to it at the elbow and
the shoulder. Tara had kept her hold on until her partner was also successful
in forcing a submission. Releasing their holds, the two black women stood and
congratulated one another with high-fives while the waited out the break.

Convinced these two blonde beauties were no competition at all, Tara and
Taneesha started to have some fun with them. Playing to the crowd, they tossed
the twins around the ring, applying various holds and releasing them almost
right away without really trying for submissions. Their goal appeared to be to
show how thoroughly outclassed their opponents were. Both women got their
blonde counterparts up on their shoulders and swung them round and round in
airplane spins that lasted so long I was surprised they could keep them up on
their shoulders. By the time they dumped the twins back on to the mat, they
were both screaming in fear. Dizzy and disoriented, they were powerless to
resist and the their two black tormentors began to synchronize the holds they
were applying, switching victims at will and generally turning the match into
a game of cat-and-mouse, as they tormented the poor girls. The crowd was
really getting into the slaughter, laughing and cheering the dark skinned
champions on, as they continued toying with the blondes. Finally, they
captured the sisters in head scissors holds and squeezed them brutally until
they were crying "No more, no more...we give up!"

"Do you submit to us?"

"Yes, yes, we submit. Please...stop."

Beaten and thoroughly exhausted, they offered no resistance at all Tara and
Taneesha straddled their backs and removed their bikini tops. Then they stood
them up and applied dual choke holds.

The twins looked a mess. Their hair was stringy and dishevelled, their skin
red, eyes puffy. Their conqueresses grinned evilly as they squeezed their big
boobs and pinched their nipples into a state of hardened excitement while the
two fitness girls pleaded with them for mercy. None was forthcoming though.
They were thrown back to the mat, face down again. Tara and Taneesha each
picked up the silver bikini tops they had stripped the blondes of and twirled
them sassily over their heads, as sat on them, facing their feet. Their hands
were a blur as they slapped their victim's asses. The two fitness women were
in tears now, and continued sobbing even after the spanking stopped. The black
girls used the blonde's bikini tops to tie their hands together behind their
backs. Next, they climbed off and roughly pulled the poor girls to their feet
by the hair.

"This is great," Morgan exclaimed. "I love it when Shanice does this."

"Does what?" I asked.

"She finds some chick who thinks she's all that, you know, in really great
shape, hardbody types and sets them up with a ringer, a girl who can really
fight and totally humiliates them."

She got distracted by the action in the ring. Taneesha and her partner had
pushed the twins down on their asses and were in the process of removing their
thongs. The fitness girls screamed in protest and tried to prevent their
denuding by kicking their legs. The two black women put a stop to that in
short order with a couple of hard slaps to the faces of the blonde sisters.
They continued stripping them and when they had, tied the two thongs together
and used them to bind the girl's arms. With their victims sitting back to
back, joined by the arms, they stopped to admire their handiwork and accept
the cheers of the audience.

The cheers got even louder as Tara and Taneesha removed their own suits and
advanced on the helpless fitness girls. I could see their eyes grow wide with
fear, sensing what was about to happen. Facing each other, they stood over
their victims and seized them by their hair. Then they pulled the sister's
faces in between their legs and forced themselves on the two blondes,
silencing their screams of protest. For the next few minutes, the club patrons
roared with approval as Tara and Taneesha kissed and played each other's
nipples while they swayed their hips sensuously and ground their naked pussies
against the twin's faces. As they neared orgasm, both black girls grasped the
blonde sisters by the back of their heads and held them tightly while they
fucked their faces hard. Their movements were totally in synch and screams of
pleasure came almost simultaneously, as they drenched the twin's faces in a
torrent of their sex fluids.

Seeing Taneesha and Tara get off like that had the crowd in a frenzy. Their
cheers turned to laughter as the girls stepped back to reveal the blonde
sister's faces covered in their sticky juices. Both twins had again burst into
fits of hysterical crying, mixed with pleas for mercy. The black girls still
had a bit of time left and finished their torture by placing their feet in
between the trussed up girl's legs and forcing their big toes into between
their pussy lips, while they flexed their arms and taunted the twins. When the
whistle blew to end the match, Tara and her partner casually picked up their
suits, waved jauntily to the crowd and trotted off to the dressing room.
Meanwhile the twins were still wailing, unable to recover from their pain and
embarrassment, even after the bouncer untied them and handed them two large
towels to cover themselves with. Both girls had to be helped from the ring.

End Of Part Six