Mitch v. Marci Part II: The Road to the Rematch
By Bob Barron folklore81@yahoo.com
Mitch and Marci gear up for their big rematch. 


Just a note: Mitch v. Marci Part 1 is right here-
http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc13/marci.txt

I woke up the next morning after being beaten to a bloody pulp the night
before Not in a streetfight or in a bar. I was beaten by my girlfriend in a
wrestling match. She had controlled the whole match, made me give it up to a
submission hold and then smothered me with her breasts and used her ass as a
weapon on me. I woke up and I admit- I had trouble looking in the mirror. Then
the phone rang.

"Hello?" I said groggily

"So my big strong boyfriend, when's the rematch gonna be?" It was Marci.

"What?"

"Okay- Mitchell boy- come on sleepy head wake your butt up, what are we going
to do today?"

"I'm not sure I want to anything today but rest. You kicked my ass last
night."

"I know- I have the match on tape. I couldn't resist watching some of it when
I woke up. I really whipped your ass, didn't I ? Told ya I would win."

"Yes you did, but I felt pretty confident about the match. I had thrashed
Heather pretty good and I'm a bit taller and I weigh more. Even though you
look strong- I look more well built and it embarrassed the hell out of me
getting my ass handed to me. You dismantled me, took me apart and basically
just made it look I have no business in the ring. I still love you and I still
love spending time with you but I kinda just feel weird.

"I appreciate your honesty Mitch. Now if I was a guy would you feel the same?"

"Hmmmmm you know I'm no chauvinist but you being a girl probably did make it
hurt a bit more. I mean-that stuff just isn't supposed to happen. But Marci, I
told you I would take my loss like a man. Last night you were stronger and
wrestled better than I did. I admire you."

"I love that you can be honest Mitchell. You took it like a man so, I'll come
over, and we just can hang out.

We spent that Saturday hanging out just chilling with each other and enjoying
our time together. We didn't discuss the match or anything- my back hurt a bit
and I looked a little beat up- no shocker there. It was nice not having to
think about wrestling at all. That night she came over again to watch TV and
told me some news.

"The people who ran the Friday night thing absolutely loved the thrashing I
gave you. They want me back desperately. I'm gonna have a rematch with Pete
that Friday and then possibly team up with Lucy to take on Jake and whomever
he wants. She talked to Jake and despite the weaknesses of his partner he
desperately wants that partner to be you."

I was in shock- I kinda had qualms about wrestling her again.

"You want to fight the tag match and then have our rematch?"

"Mitch, if I kick your ass again in the tag match, people will want to see me
kick your ass in singles. If its close or you pull off the upset- people will
want to see if fight one was a fluke and we both know it wasn't a fluke."

I was nervous as she flexed her muscles right in my face as if to remind we
what happened last night, but I agreed. I really did want a rematch with Marci
to prove to myself that I was no fluke.

"Good, I can't wait to fight you again."

The next day, I talked to my brother Scott who reflected on his beat down of a
few years ago. He also told me to go for it and said he was glad men and women
are treated equally now as he never really got over the flack he got for
losing to a girl. Jake and I trained all week as Lucy and Marci did the same.
On Friday- it'd be on.

The week went by slowly. At school people were making fun of me a bit- not as
bad as Scott but still made me wish I hadn't gotten dominated. I also sparred
with Heather- it felt good to wrestle someone I could beat even though I knew
I was fooling myself. Jake spent all week just getting his body in good shape.
Marci and I hung out at night- we didn't even talk about the upcoming match. I
think because neither one of us wanted to spoil the feeling of anticipation of
the event to take place soon. It was weird, though just hanging out with her
knowing Friday she'd be all over me.

Thursday night we again hung out watched TV. Out of the blue, Marci said,
"Let's have some fun". She jumped on me and we started rolling around. We
struggled around while laughing and she ended up on top again

"That's a preview of what I'm going to do to you tomorrow"

"Not tonight."

I bucked her off. We rolled around some more and for a brief moment I had her
down. I got up and said

"Now, that's a preview for tomorrow"

We both laughed and I think we knew Friday would be an interesting night.

That afternoon Jake looked on as I fought Heather- it was my preparation for
the big fight. Heather kinda knew her purpose was to be job girl so she didn't
try to look ultra sexy or anything so she simply wore a tanktop and tight
shorts. I must say she did look great. We locked up and I shoved her back and
then dove on top of her. I quickly got on top and had her pinned in a
schoolgirl pin. She couldn't throw me off at all. I let up, picked her up and
threw her all over the place, culminating in a bulldog. I went up and splashed
for the win and then just to add insult, pulled down her shorts leaving her
lying facedown in a thong. Now I'm not a mean guy or anything but I was just
elated over showing dominance that I just had to do it. Heather didn't mind
and said had she beaten me she probably would've humiliated me as well. I felt
great going in. Heather was really great all week letting me spar with her and
even let Jake press her in the air a couple times.

We got there right before the show started. Jake, Lucy and I decided to all
sit and watch the show together since Marci had an earlier match against
Peter. It was a very good show as usual. The males led 3-1 so far in matches
with the only loss being Frank and Norm losing to two young fourteen girls in
an embarrassing six minute squash. Lucy had a huge smile on her watching that.
It was now time for Marci's match.

When Marci came out the crowd just exploded. It seems people really dug the
girl and I had a big grin on my face. She looked great wearing a bra and tight
shorts that I told Jake that I wouldn't mind if Peter copped a feel. Peter
then came out and looked pretty nervous. They locked up and Marci shoved him
back. Peter locked in a waistlock but Marci broke it without breaking a sweat
and then kicked Peter in the gut and delivered a suplex. She then hoisted him
up and held him there for five seconds before bringing him back down in
another suplex. She then worked on his leg a bit and locked in the Boston
Crab. Like the previous match she hadn't said a word at all and just went
about her business. When Peter quickly tapped, she teased taking off her bra
but then yelled to the crowd: Wait until my later match! The crowd roared
again. Peter got up, nodded at her and limped off. He still had a lot to learn
about female power. She hadn't been training that much but was still able to
kick serious amounts of ass. Unbelievable.

Intermission came and with that Jake and I headed to the locker room. We
discussed strategy and cheered on the other males who wrestled the night.
After three matches the girls had gone two and one. It was odd sitting in the
locker room cause you'd see some males come back in looking all beaten up and
terrible while one guy lost on a fluke pin and came in all pissed off.

One match that a girl won that I was happy for was Heather. She actually won a
match against a rookie fifteen year old male. The match lasted approximately
six minutes and based on what I heard Heather dominated him pretty good.
Wearing a very tiny bra and her tight shorts didn't hurt either. After the
match she pulled down her shorts and put them on the guy's head. It felt good
and gave me confidence seeing Heather, a girl with a horrible win-loss record
go out there and kick ass.

It was time for the main event and it carried an even greater importance. See
the night was tied four for the guys and four for the girls. Ever since this
Fight Night was created the girls had never won the night. They'd come close
and even tied sometimes but never actually won. There was even greater
pressure in before. Jake and I were in the back in our shorts, Jake looking
strong as ever.

"You ready son? Tonight- win, lose or draw- you're gonna show Marci you ain't
no pushover."

"Let's do it Jake. Let's do it."

In the girls locker room I heard later they were a bit more subdued but still
pumped each other up with Lucy giving a great pep talk

"Marci- last week was fantastic. I had tears in my eyes watching your
annihilation of Mitch. Tonight- you do it and you do it good. We're gonna go
out there, we're gonna take some names, we're gonna kick some ass, we're gonna
get the crowd on their feet and we will rock the house tonight. Mitch isn't
your boyfriend. Jake isn't our good friend. Tonight- they are people who doubt
the superiority of the female race, who think girls are not equal, tonight
they wanna show whose the boss. Don't let them do it Marci. Don't let them."

"I won't- tonight- we will be ON FIRE!"

Even though we didn't doubt the superiority of the female race or any of that
stuff- Lucy felt like saying that stuff would get Marci all pumped up and get
the adrenaline pumping. Stuff like that is probably why Lucy was awesome at
wrestling.

We came out first and I got booed. I must admit that the boos did piss me off
quite a bit. Yea I got thrashed but I still gave my all out there and tried
100%. I just didn't appreciate it and gave me a resolve to try harder. Jake
said: Don't let them get you. Prove them wrong.

The girls came out next and oh my God the crowd exploded for them. Marci came
out wearing only her bra and a thong while Lucy wore a tiny bikini- both left
little to the imagination. Just a note- the girls were allowed to wear
whatever they wanted. A lot of the girls wore little cause they wanted to look
hot and sexy and impress and distract they're combatants. They looked
prepared, determined and pumped up. This would be interesting.

Then the match started.

I started with Marci. I looked at her and took a deep breath. God- she looked
great. Marci flexed at me and did some poses. I thought of last week, thought
of the crowd booing me, thought of it all and yelled: SCREW THIS! I dove at
her and we began rolling around. We weren't laughing or anything- this was
serious. We rolled around, she got on top, I bucked her off. We met in the
centre. Marci looked impressed. We locked up and she pushed me back. We locked
up again and I pushed her back. We then dove at each other again. I got on top
this time and she bucked me off. In the chaos she grabbed my legs, but I threw
her off and got her facedown on the mat. To be a smartass I mussed up her hair
a bit. She threw me off and went to work. I ran at her again but this time she
backdropped me and then gave me a big clothesline. I was down but I kipped up
and armdragged her. She went and armdragged me right back and then she got me
in good position and threw me around a bit until I was able to tag Jake. Marci
tagged Lucy.

Even though Marci was clearly the better wrestler- I felt great. She was
beating me and getting in more offence but this time she had to struggle and
as she went to tag Lucy she smiled at me. I had impressed her, she knew this
wasn't gonna be a squash. Jake said: Keep it up.

Jake and Lucy went next. This was their first meeting after Jake's defeat.
Jake had changed after the match. He used to be this big macho guy who looked
down upon the girls. After being humbled he changed and now hung out with Lucy
and even sometimes helped some of the younger girls. He also was great in
comforting me after my loss to Marci.

Jake and Lucy circled and were both smiling at each other. They knew the match
was not about them. Jake tripped her up and tried to get on top but Lucy was
just too fast and wriggled free. Lucy used her speed to avoid Jake even though
she was probably equal strength. She came flying at him with a bodypress that
got a near fall. Jake threw her off and looked angry- he was expected to catch
her and shouldn't have pinned like that. I think Jake's competitive spirit
kicked in big time as he tackled Lucy and took her down. He then picked her up
and gave her a thunderous powerslam that only got two. Lucy threw him off and
now she looked pissed. This friendly tag match had gotten personal. They dove
at each other and started slugging it out and doing everything they could to
go at it. Lucy seemed to be the better brawler and then just to make sure she
went low on him. Jake crumpled to the mat. A bulldog only got two. Lucy could
see that she should save her energy and went to tag out to Marci. Jake looked
over at me and told me he wanted to continue.

Marci looked a bit nervous but she was nothing but confident. Jake was a
little miffed at Lucy getting the better of him. Marci rushed at him but Jake
just calmly took her down and began beating the crap out of her. Marci was
nothing but resilient and made Jake sweat and fought a good fight but Jake was
too strong. After five minutes Jake picked her up and press slammed her. It
got two and he ran to tag me.

Now was my chance. My girlfriend had just been getting her ass kicked and Jake
left me an opening. I ran in and gave her a bulldog and then locked in a
crossface but she made the ropes. I gave her a backdrop and then slammed her.
I tried to press slam her but I wasn't strong enough. The fight was slowly
leaving her so I gave her two suplexes. It felt great kicking the crap out of
Marci. One punch to her breasts and she was lying there. I then pumped my fist
in the air and went for my splash. Marci put her knees up and oh shit it hurt
like a bitch. She went and tagged Lucy. I couldn't tag Jake. I was dead.

Lucy ran in and clotheslined the hell out of me. It hurt worse than anything
Marci ever did. She then clotheslined me again. I put up a fight and ducked
clothesline #3 and flew at her. She caught me and pressed me in the air. She
held me there for a scary long time and then dropped me. She went in for a
cover but I kneed her. I couldn't capitalise however and she went back on the
offensive. She was beating me from pillar to post with punches, slams and
generally just throwing me around. I was making it somewhat hard and put up an
adequate fight. Lucy told me afterwards she didn't expect that level of
competitiveness from me. Even though I was getting hammered I felt good I
hadn't gone down yet. She then gave me a gordbuster and locked in the
liontamer. The crowd started to roar. Jake ran in and made the save and all
hell broke loose.

Jake and Lucy immediately began fighting and Marci ran in to take advantage of
me being well dead. She ran in to cover me but I reversed into a small package
for one. I ducked a Marci lariat and tripped her up as we began rolling around
on the mat. She knew my legs were hurting from the liontamer so I was trying
to block them and it was fairly even as Jake and Lucy beat the hell out of
each other. We stood face to face and slugged it out. The crowd was on their
feet as Jake and Lucy and me and Marci were both punching each other out. I
was starting to win a bit as Lucy was overpowering Jake. I got some good shots
in but then something hit me. Marci nailed me with a big ballshot. I screamed
out in a pain as she then kicked me in the leg and then locked in the Boston
Crab. No one could save me as Lucy was about to press slam Jake. Marci didn't
say anything but with no escape and no help coming I could hear Marci yelling
at me to give up. I looked and saw Jake lying down on the mat unable to save
me and I could feel the pain in my body. "I give, I give, I give!" The bell
rang and the crowd roared. The girls for the first time ever had won fight
night and were about to celebrate

Marci then took off her bra and smothered me, Lucy (who was also eighteen)
press slammed Jake and did the same to him as they yelled: FOR THE GIRLS!. The
fans loved the site of the winners smothering the losers. They quickly then
walked to the back with their hands in the air and grins on their faces. But
something was different. As Jake and I got up the crowd applauded our efforts
and I felt a ton better about this match and with good reason. Even though we
caused the boys to lose fight night- everyone appreciated the effort we gave.

Even though she clearly was the better competitor- I kept it close. I fought a
great fight and everyone seemed to notice. She had to go low to beat me. She
couldn't beat me on the fists- she had to nail me in the balls and then put me
away. She never could play to the crowd- she had to be focused on me. Even
though I felt sore as hell- I felt proud of myself.

"We lost tonight so of course I'm not ecstatic. But you were fantastic out
there Mitch. Even though you lost- you taught Marci something. She now is
gonna take you seriously. You gave her a helluva fight- more then anyone
could've fathomed. Even against Lucy. Now I can beat most of the girls here
but Lucy has my number. Sure she beat you up but you made her work for it. A
lesser man would've gone down for the count against her but you persevered.
People now may think Mitch v. Marci I could've been a fluke. And you know
what- even if Mitch v. Marci II goes like the first fight- no matter what- she
will take you seriously. I'm proud of you, Lucy is proud of you and I know
Marci is very proud of you. Great job tonight. Despite losing- it was fun-
Lucy has some great breasts."

The next morning I woke up. I was sore again but not as sore as last time. And
I felt great. Then the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Wow. Note to self: Don't piss you off."

"Hey Marci."

"I gotta say- that was fucking impressive. You survived Lucy's onslaught. Even
though you submitted to me I've gained a ton of respect for you. Great job
Mitch. You're not a wuss and I think you're great. Except- how bout the girls
winning??? That really is great."

"Thanks- that was a really fun match. You looked terrific and fought
terrifically."

"Well the people who run Friday Night Fights are ecstatic and really wanna do
the rematch this Friday? You ready my friend?"

"OH YEA! I can't wait."

"To make it extra interesting and entertaining- I wont be seeing you till
Thursday. Oh and the meantime when you train with Heather- don't fuck her."

"You got it sweetheart."

At school the girls acted like they were hot shit since they finally won Fight
Night for the first time. The boys were pissed they lost but not pissed at
Jake and I since they knew we gave it our all. In fact it got pretty heated
and on Wednesday there was a big ten man tag girls v. boys. Linda was involved
and she beat the shit out of all the boys (Two of whom were Frank and Mitch)
and the girls got another win.

Like last week I trained with Jake and Heather who had another big match this
week. We basically worked on holds and counters and did scenarios and stuff.
She was starting to pick up on stuff and it was really fun just going at it
with her. Jake even had a match with her. He didn't totally kill her but did a
press slam and did reps with her in the air. It was an impressive sight.

Thursday before I was to meet Marci, Heather and I had an official one on one
contest. Winner got to humiliate the loser afterwards. Heather wrestled
wearing a bra and a nice black thong.

We locked up and I shoved her down. She dove at my legs and tripped me up. She
got on top of me but threw me off. We did a criss-cross sequence that ended
with me getting a big lariat. She ducked another clothesline and got a
bodypress for two. She hit a backdrop and hit an elbow and tried to get my
shoulders down and her breasts were right in my face. I momentarily got
distracted but realised this wasn't a makeout session but a wrestling match. I
threw her off, hit two suplexes then a standing belly to belly. We did another
criss-cross sequence and she dove at me but I barely caught her and then held
her long enough for a running powerslam. I then went up and splashed her for
the 1.2.3. I had beaten a much improved Heather fairly easily and again I felt
great. Afterwards I pulled off her thong and gave her a big spanking and then
rubbed her thong in her face as Jake picked her up and dropped her with a
press slam. She took it all in fun and said she would've done much worse.

That night Marci came over and again we hung out. We watched TV as we talked
trashed and talked about our training (she with Lucy) and we just had a good
night. It was getting late and I wanted to send a message-

Like she did to me last week, I dove on top of her and we rolled around
laughing and talking trash. I got on top for a minute and I really wanted to
send a message so I reared back and punched her right in the breast. She
winced in pain and said: You'll pay for that tomorrow. I had sent a message to
her and Friday was gonna be a slobberknocker.

The big night had finally come and I was ready to face Marci. All day I
trained with Jack who told me to stay focused and don't worry- it's just a
fight. He had the night off but was gonna be a cornerman for Lucy and Heather
as they took on Frank and Norm.

Marci and I met up at the arena. I apologised for the tit punch and she said
don't worry about it cause she would've nailed me in the balls. We hugged and
kissed and wished each other luck.

The crowd was huge, buzzing with anticipation. We were scheduled to main event
that night with the mixed tag match being right before intermission.

Marci and I hung out in separate locker rooms for the first four matches which
were tied 2-2. Nothing really exciting happened, all the matches were close
and competitive.

Heather and Lucy v. Frank and Norm was up next and if you like your female
domination then this was the match for you. Lucy and Heather came out in
matching bikinis and looked ready to go. The match lasted ten minutes mainly
cause for the final five the girls were just having their fun. Heather had the
most fun. She was jumping on their backs and kept baiting them to attack her.
When they tried to, she simply moved out of the way and beat the shit out of
him. Lucy press slammed both and Heather hit both with suplexes and they
pinned them both with feet on their chest while flexing. Afterwards a long
facesitting session broke out and everyone loved it. The handicap match
against Lucy had pretty much derailed a promising career for Frank and Norm.
Marci and I were both very happy at the same result.

After intermission the boys won two matches to one meaning Fight Night would
again come down to us.

In the back I prepped myself. I jumped up and down and told myself win lose or
draw- she'll still love me AND that's the important thing.

Then I heard them announce: It is now time for the main event- and I knew it
was my time.

Marci and I met in the centre. She had a big grin on her face. I looked
nervous and she flexed her muscles right at me as the crowd went wild. Marci
was wearing a bra and shorts and I was just wearing shorts. She said: Now is
the time. We dove at each other engaging in a wild lockup. We fought tooth and
nail but slowly she overpowered me and tripped me up. We rolled around but she
was stronger and pinned me down all and flexed again. I had enough of her and
threw her off and dove at her. As I dove she hooked my arms and threw me and I
landed with a thud on the ground. Not wasting anytime she quickly dove on top
of me and pinned me down again and flexed AGAIN. The crowd was going bonkers
at this point. She picked me up and gave me a belly to belly suplex and then
an overhead throw. She did a big splash and I was in pain. Why did I agree to
this rematch, I wondered? What was going on here?

She then started working on the legs blocking all my feverish attempts. She
yelled: STAY STILL! Then she absolutely murdered my legs with shots. I
realised something- she was holding back in the tag match to lull into a false
sense of security. She was working at my legs delivering shot after shot that
they were throbbing red.

She then yelled: FOR THE GIRLS!!! I knew it was over and I was in so pain. She
put me in the Boston Crab and was screaming: "Tap Mitchy tap. Tap away. Bang
that hand." I didn't want to give in. I tried to reach the ropes and when that
failed I tried with all my might to break the hold. She just stood there not
even trying to reject my attempts. She had proven she was physically stronger
then me and in a way it showed that she would now be the dominant person in
the relationship. I made one more big attempt and tried with all my might but
I failed miserably. I slumped back down and tapped my ass off. Marci lept off
me and the crowd went wild. She did a cartwheel and flexed for the crowd as
they were going crazy for her. I was on the ground trying to get up, I felt
like such a loser watching her celebrate knowing I had failed miserably.

She then posed a little more and pointed towards me. The crowd though they
were going to see a smother. She walked over to me and I said: Go ahead- you
deserve it.

She said not tonight and stuck out her hand. I took it wondering what we
should do. She flashed me a smile and pulled me up and then did something
amazing. She raised my hand and pointed towards me. She had remembered the
boos I received last week and wanted the crowd to know that I gave it my all.
I just lost to the better women.

She then winked at me and I knew something was up. She clotheslined me, rolled
on top and pinned me down. She turned to the crowd, took off her shorts and it
was revealing she had a thong on. She then facesat me for a while and I think
everyone enjoyed it, including me. Marci had twice kicked my ass and was now
enjoying the rewards of victory.

EPILOGUE-

That was the last time I ever wrestled Marci competitively. A lot of nights we
would play wrestle, she would almost always end up on top, flex those muscles
and smother me into oblivion. She wrestled occasionally at Fight Night doing
very well. She tag teamed with Lucy a lot and they kicked a lot of ass.

I only wrestled at Fight Night one more time- Heather had improved greatly
over the past couple of months and wanted me to take her on. Needless to say
she had improved a lot- I was extremely proud of her progress.

Marci and I remained boyfriend and girlfriend for a while until we just
drifted apart. It had nothing to do with wrestling, she was proud of how I
accepted my loss and I was proud that I had such a strong powerful girlfriend.
She didn't change after kicking my ass, she never dominated me or made me do
stuff for her- she was still the same girl.

My matches with Marci should've taught me not to mess with another one of my
girlfriends. Of course- I forgot all that when I met Sara.