MIXED WRESTLING VENTURE  Part 1 
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"I was on my knees in the supermarket aisle, looking for an item on the bottom
shelf. I sensed the presence of someone hovering over me. I figured it was a
stock boy trying to be helpful. I looked up.

"Hi, stranger." It was Judy. I hadn't seen her since I wrestled her about two
years ago.

"Hi, Judy," I replied, standing up. I was quickly reminded that Judy was
taller than I am, and with boots on, she seemed to tower over me.

"You remember me!" she smiled. "Long time, no see."

"How could I forget you and what you did to me last time," I admitted.

"So how have you been? I was kind of sorry to hear that you broke up with
Nicky."

Nicolette left me about a year ago. And things had a way of spiralling
downhill.

I explained to Judy. "I developed chronic fatigue syndrome about three months
before Nicolette left me. She found I was getting so physically weak that it
was useless to play with me wrestling - or to fuck me. I'm just clear of CFS
now, but it's taken its toll. I've been too weak to do much of anything. About
six months ago I lost my job due to financial problems at the company. They've
been paying my healthcare since then, but now I'm on my own, and since
unemployment has run out too, it's going to be tough to pay for COBRA and keep
the apartment, etcetera, etcetera."

"Shit, that's tough news," Judy said sympathetically. "But this might just be
karma bringing us together here and now. Care to come back to my place? I
might have something that would help you and me out, but this isn't the place
to discuss it."

I followed her in her fancy sports car to a condo that was definitely in the
rich section of town.

"You've been doing well," I commented as I stood admiring her place.

"Doesn't hurt to have rich parents," she chuckled. "Dad pays for this place.
Plus sessions have paid pretty good. I've got one sponsor who's paying the
lease on the car. And another, this one is wild, she's a financial advisor who
pays me so she can watch me wrestle the crap out of her sissy husband. She's
been paying by advising me on my investments and her returns have been
phenomenal."

"She watches you?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah," Judy continued. "She works out these scenes she wants us to do.
Sometimes I wear outfits, like a nurse or a schoolgirl. But she wants me to
completely overpower him, strip him, and then jerk him off."

"And what does she do then?"

"She squats over him and pees all over wherever he's cum."

"Shit. That's pretty weird."

"Well, that's their shit. I'm making money hand over fist, so I don't give a
fuck."

"So why did you want to talk with me?" I asked, cutting to the chase.

"I like a guy who's no nonsense," she grinned. "Anyway, like I was telling
you, session work was paying really well, but I wanted to set up other streams
of revenue so I wouldn't have to travel so much. So I started a website.
First, I did a lot of photos. That got good response. Then I added some videos
- posing, bikini, flexing. That grew my audience. Then I did topless and
things started to take off.

"Next step was wrestling," she continued. "To start is was female vs. female.
That's when I really started making money. Most recently I did my first mixed
wrestling video. I took on this big, pretty muscular guy. I think he weighed
in around 235. It was a very competitive match. I won, but he actually took
the first two falls in a best 3 out of 5 match. I just wore him down and the
last two falls for me were relatively easy. My fans went crazy, but now
they're demanding that I do mixed wrestling videos where I can completely
dominate my opponent."

She paused and looked me in the eyes. "That's where you could come in."

"You want me to do wrestling videos with you?" I asked, just to make sure I
understood she was saying.

"Precisely," she beamed. "The beauty of wrestling you is that nothing would
get faked. Fans can smell it when the action is half pretend. I like to do
shorter videos that are all action, and real. That's what people react to
whenever I put out a video."

"And what's in it for me?" I probed.

"I think we could do a whole series of videos, if the chemistry and action are
right," she replied. "So I want go give you an incentive to make great
matches. Rather than a flat fee, I want to have you share in the revenues we
generate. What I'm thinking is seven and a half percent of gross revenues for
standard matches and twelve and a half percent for 'special' matches. That's
off the gross. I'm absorbing all the other costs. That's more than generous."

"What's 'special' entail?" I asked.

"Your pants come off and I get to play with your cock."

"Nothing that hurts or abuses my privates," I stated.

"Of course not," she reassured. "These aren't CBT videos. I'll get you hard.
I'll probably force you to ejaculate. But it won't hurt. The wrestling would
be hurt enough."

"How/where would these get done?" I inquired.

"I'm thinking most of the shooting would be done here. Easiest to control."
She responded. "You already know who'd be doing the camera work and the
editing."

"Who's that?"

"Nancy."

"Your sister?"

"Yeah. She minored in film at UCLA. She's really good. And she's already
familiar with what you're like wrestling so she'll know how to get the best
shots of you."

"Keeping it in the family?" I grinned.

"Exactly. We split things 50-50, so we'll both take a cut to pay for your
share."

"How much do you think I could make?"

"Who knows? Right now it's better than what you're making right now, which is
zero. If you and I do good work, then we could be selling thousands of these.
You do the math."

"And I can trust you to pay me fairly?"

"Look, if you're not making any money then you're probably not going to
continue letting me kick your ass all over the place," she said. "It's in our
mutual interest to keep you motivated and happy."

"So when would we get started?" I asked.

"I talked to Nancy on the phone on our way here. She's psyched at the prospect
of your becoming part of the team. She can be here late tomorrow afternoon.
Since you're unemployed, I assume that you can fit that into your schedule,"
she chuckled.

"I guess we seal the deal with a handshake?" I smiled.

"A hug is better," she giggled. Judy stood up and opened her arms wide. I
walked into her embrace and she wrapped her arms around me, lifting me off the
floor. She gave me one short, powerful squeeze to remind me of her power and
muscle. Then she put me back down.

"You're going to be perfect," she beamed. "See you at 4:00 tomorrow afternoon.

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Video One - "Welcome the Wimp"

Nancy greeted me at the door when I arrived a few minutes early.

"Nice to see you here," she smiled. "We're all set up. Judy is waiting inside.
I'll be picking up a video camera and taping you the entire time so we have
plenty of background footage beside the match."

Judy was across the room, sitting on a sofa. She was wearing sweats. She stood
up to give me a hug, this time a gentle one.

"Glad you made it," she grinned. "Let me show you the torture chamber."

Judy led me to a room upstairs. It was sparsely decorated - just a few chairs
around the perimeter. Nancy had already set up all the lights around the room.
I could see that there were microphones dangling from the fifteen-foot
ceilings all around the room. The air conditioning was cranked high. There
were stationary cameras placed at ninety-degree angles on two sides of the
room.

"Gets warm with the lights," Nancy commented. "I see you noticed the mikes.
They're high gain so we'll pick up every grunt and groan. I use the two
cameras and my hand-held to capture different angles. Basically we won't miss
a thing. No need for second takes. What happens, happens."

"Do you have to change?" Judy asked.

"No, I wore my wrestling outfit underneath," I replied.

"Great. Strip down," she said.

I pulled off my shirt and trousers and kicked off my shoes. I was wearing
white board shorts.

"Okay, let's get you two side by side here," Nancy directed, aiming her camera
at us.

"Hi everyone," Judy began, speaking to camera. "It's Judy, with another great
mixed wrestling video. By popular demand, I've got a new opponent for you.
Maybe I can't tell you his real name, but let's call him Wilbur the wimp. We
wrestled once before a couple of years ago. Didn't we Wilbur?"

"Yes," I answered.

"And would you say it was a closely fought, competitive match?"

"The short answer is no."

"Then it was very one sided, Wilbur, which is exactly what my fans out there
would like to see now. Are you up for a match, Wilbur? Are you going to give
your absolute best?"

"Yes, Judy."

"You're not going to fake it and hold back?"

"No. There's no point in that."

"You're right, Wilbur. Because if you don't give it your all, I'll make it
even worse for you. That means I get mean instead of just dominating."

"Good dialogue. Keep it up," Nancy commented. "Don't worry, I can edit my
words out."

"Well, Wilbur," Judy resumed, "I think that the folks out there can see that
I'm three inches taller than you, probably more. And you're no shrimp. How
tall are you, Wilbur?"

"Five foot, eleven," I replied.

"Okay, now let's step over here onto the scale," Judy said, "so we can
complete the weigh in."

I stepped on the scale as Nancy zoomed in on the readout.

"138.2," Judy declared. "Holy shit, isn't that about ten pounds less than you
were the last time?"

"Yeah," I admitted, pausing. "The illness took its toll."

"I'll edit that illness talk out," Nancy interjected.

"You may be in for a bit of a surprise then, " Judy smirked. She stripped off
her sweats. She was wearing a neon pink bikini underneath. She stepped on the
scales.

"152.2," she declared. "I was 128 the last time you saw me. In two years I've
put on 24 pounds and I can assure you it's all muscle, especially up here,"
she said, pointing to her upper body. "So I've gone from being 20 pounds
lighter than you to being almost 15 pounds heavier. A swing of nearly 35
pounds. How does that make you feel?"

"You look bigger than I remember you," I confessed.

"That's because I am!" she exclaimed. "When you first saw me a couple of years
ago I didn't intimidate you that much, did I?"

"Well, you were smaller than the other girls."

"And yet what happened when we wrestled?"

"It didn't last that long, but you seemed to be in complete control."

"Do I look smaller than the other girls now?"

"No."

"I won't bother embarrassing you by taking any measurements of your anaemic
physique this time. Let's just stand here and flex."

I did my best to make my muscles as big and hard as I could. Nancy started
with a two-shot and then went over each of us with the camera. She covered me
pretty quickly. She spent more time capturing the highlights of Judy's
muscularity.

"God, there's no comparison," Nancy stated. "Your legs and torso are so much
more built. You make his arms look like twigs."

Judy shifted her position and stood right in front of me, facing me.

"Get a good look at what you're about to confront, Wilbur," she said. "Last
time I kicked you around and now I'm heavier, more muscular, and stronger. And
now you're smaller and weaker." She flexed her arms in front of my face.
"These arms are now as big as Nancy's and Claire's, which means I'm even
bigger than your old flame Nicky. I'm going to make this look easy because
that's exactly what it's going to be."

I stared at the prodigious peaks of her massive biceps, the swell of her
exceptional triceps. She'd grown a lot in the past two years. Her upper body
was overwhelmingly well developed, to put it mildly.

"Would you like to submit and concede now?" she announced.

"I'm not sure what I could do to defend myself against you," I admitted.
"Maybe concession is the smarter way to go."

"But if you concede, then all these people who want to see me wrestle a
complete domination match won't have a match to see, will they? I accept your
submission. That's 1-0 and I haven't even touched you, but you have to wrestle
or you won't like the consequences."

"Then wrestle it is," I said timidly.

"Okay, folks," Judy said, addressing the camera. "Real simple rules here.
Submissions are what they are - tap or concede verbally. For me, a ten-count
pin equals a submission. For Wilbur the wimp, to compensate for his smaller
size and emaciated body, all he needs is a three-count pin - which he'll never
get. Counts to be called impartially by our camera lady, Nancy. No time outs.
No rest breaks. All action - just the way my fans like it. We wrestle until I
finish him off."

Judy extended her hand to me. I wasn't sure if it was going to be a trick, but
I shook her hand anyway. We stepped back so we were about six feet apart.

"Ready! Wrestle!" Nancy shouted, and my first wrestling video commenced.

Judy casually pulled her top off. I'd almost forgotten how large and round her
F-cup breasts were. She marched right at me, ignoring my attempts at fending
her off. She scooped me up and smoothly body slammed me to the floor. She
stood over me, clapping her hands together, insisting that I get up and take
her on.

I got back up and she grabbed me and body slammed me again.

"You never should have lost that weight," she smirked. "It's like you weigh
zilch."

I got to my feet again, this time a tad more slowly. My butt was already sore.
I saw I'd be paying for this match physically for days to come.

Judy kneed me in the gut and as I doubled over she draped herself over me,
wrapping her arms around my middle and yanking me up over one of her
shoulders. She held me with just one arm, walking in a slow circle. She
shifted her grips and swung me around so that she could drop to one knee and
bend me across her thigh in a backbreaker. She shoved one of her hands inside
my board shorts and took hold of my cock and balls.

"So small I can hold everything with just one hand," she snickered.

She pulled her hand out shifting her grip to my thigh as she pressed down on
my chin with her other hand. Sharp pain jolted my back as my spine arched way
past its limits.

"That's enough. I give," I moaned, tapping out against her calf muscle.

She rolled me over, dumping me brusquely on my stomach on the floor. She
straddled my ass and grabbed me under both upper arms, pulling my upper torso
up and back in a double arm variation on a camel clutch.

"You'd better yell out your submission before your lower back cracks or your
shoulders get dislocated," she commanded.

"Okay. Okay! That's enough." I implored.

"That's enough for this hold," she sneered.

She shifted her arms, wrapping me in a full nelson as she pulled us over so
that I was on top of her as she wound her legs around my waist.

"Oh, yeah. Full nelson, body scissors combo. You can't break free and you're
completely helpless," she taunted. "Come on, boy. Use those powerful arms of
yours to break out of my hold. Just flex and I'm sure I'll wilt under the
pressure of such a real man."

I struggled to overpower her hold but I couldn't dislodge her arms one
millimeter.

"But I haven't even used my legs yet," she cautioned. With that, she
constricted her thighs around my torso.

"Oh, fuck," I moaned.

"I'm hardly pressing you yet. But of course my thighs combined are easily over
50 percent bigger than your waist, which makes all that hard muscle an
unfairly destructive weapon against your soft-as-mush sides."

Judy upped the force, squishing my upper body.

"Please stop. I give!" I groaned.

"Another preposterously easy submission," she giggled.

Judy planted her feet on the floor and thrust her hips up high, effortlessly
raising me up.

"Hip ups with 138 pounds of resistance is at least a little exercise, since
you can't provide me any wrestling resistance," she asserted.

She lowered and raised her hips slowly 10 more times, then she tightened her
legs around me as she held me up.

"Oh shit. Shit! I give!" I grunted again.

"I'm losing count of how many submissions I have, they're coming so fast,"
Judy commented.

Freeing her legs from my torso, she swiftly slid her legs inside mine, hooking
them and spreading me in a bottom up grapevine.

"This may not hurt as quickly as the scissors," she held, "but it'll still do
the trick."

"Aaarr!" I moaned as the insides of my thighs burned from being stretched
wide.

"I should have stripped you already so that everyone could see your privates
spread open. Not that there's much to see."

"I give," I whimpered.

"Of course you do."

Releasing her full nelson, she quickly swung her body sideways so she could
clamp down with a full body scissors, one leg under my back and the other over
my chest.

"The problem you face is not only the fact that my thighs are muscular and
have the circumference they do," Judy stated, "It's that they are so long that
it's a lot more muscle mass to wrap around you."

"No, don't do that!" I implored, but it was too late.

She planted one elbow on the floor and raised her body in a side hip up, with
me sandwiched between those daunting thighs. "More exercise for me," she
grinned. "Side hip ups this time. Each time I raise up I squeeze my legs a
little harder. As I lower, I ease the pressure a little, but less each time.
Net, net, the compression on your anaemic body gets worse and worse. Let's see
if you can hold out longer than I can do hip ups."

She held me up a short time, maybe three seconds, the first lift. Then she
kept doubling the time with each successive raise, adding more and more force
just as she promised. By the fourth raise, I was finished. My innards felt
like jelly.

"Okay, you got me," I whimpered, tapping her hip.

"Knew you couldn't last!" she hooted, rolling me out of her legs and springing
back to her feet. "Get up, you wishy-washy wimp," she commanded.

I signaled Judy for a time out, but Nancy sternly declared, "We told you no
time outs, no rest breaks."

Reluctantly I got back up to my feet.

"You haven't been able to offer much in the way of resistance, and now you're
fading fast," Judy asserted. "Now it's time for me to step it up and really
show my fans how incapable you are of dealing with me and my big hard
muscles." She turned to face Nancy's camera and smiled. "Poor little Wilbur,"
she laughed.

Judy turned back to face me and peeled off her neon pink bikini bottom. "Maybe
you should be wearing these panties because you act like a little girl," she
chided. "I will put them on you and they won't even get stretched because your
dick is so puny." She tossed them in my face. I threw them aside.

"Look at these," she called out, flexing her arms. "I'm going to work you over
till you're a quivering little sissy boy."

Judy came straight at me, grabbing me under the armpits, lifting me off my
feet as she spun around and tossed me to the floor. She bent over and grabbed
my waistband, hauling me up to my feet with just one arm. In one continuous
motion she once again kneed me in the gut. As I crumpled over she raised me
over her shoulder and then twisted me around so she could gorilla press me
over her head. She held me there for a few seconds and then viciously threw me
down to the floor.

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