Beaten Again by "G" by GFlm@aol.com Helen takes her revenge. Responses welcome It's been almost eight months since I lost the Tag Team championship for Helen and I. The nightmare of that match is still with me. Seeing myself getting pinned and felling the pain as I submit losing both falls. Well it's hard to forget. Helen and I split up after that match; can't say I blame her much. We haven't seen each other for all that time. I still miss her though she was fun to be with, a great lover and a great wrestling partner. It took me awhile to get over my defeat but for the last six months I have been doing quite well. Wrestling as a single I've gone unbeaten in over ten matches. I am now rated number three in line for a title shot. Helen has a new wrestling partner a female and they seem to be moving up in the rankings. I wish her all the best. Driving to the arena for my match tonight I think how different things are. The promoter insisted that I sign an open contract to wrestle any opponent. Only the champion gets to pick opponents. Well I've beaten every body so far no reason to think that will change. As I pull into the parking lot I notice that it is full; there will be a big crowd on hand tonight. Heading to my dressing room I stop to chat with some of the fans and sign a few autographs. It fells good to be well liked by the fans. I have noticed that there are a lot more good-looking women asking me for my autograph lately and that there seems to be more and more of them the crowd. I have also noticed that many of them sit ringside cheering me on. My trainer is already there as I enter my dressing room. He has a strange look on his face but says nothing about it. I remove my street cloths wrap a towel around my middle to get a quick rub down. While he is loosening me up he is tell me to " FIGHT HARD TONIGHT - DON'T LET ANYTHING STOP YOU". I look up at him and ask " WHAT'S GOING ON - I ALWAYS WRESTLE HARD". "NOTHING" He tells me "JUST GET READY TO FIGHT". As the time for my match approaches I change into my wrestling gear. Stepping into my jockstrap, pulling up and smoothing my white nylon and spandex tights. Lacing white paten leather boots, and zipping up my white satin and rind stone ring jacket. I am ready and the time to head to the ring has come. The house lights dim and a bright spot light shines down on me. As I walk toward the ring I see a spot light on the other side of the arena. My opponent is also heading toward the ring. The cheers from both sides of the arena are very loud; I know that my opponent is a popular wrestler also. As I step between the ropes I am stunned to see my opponent. Standing in the opposite is my former partner Helen. Standing next to her is her new partner Brenda I turn to my trainer and ask " WHAT"S THIS DO I HAVE TO FIGHT BOTH OF THEM". No he says just Helen, Brenda is acting as her second for this match. " I DON"T WANT TO FIGHT HER - TELL THEM THE MATCH IS OFF" I shout at my trainer. " YOU CAN"T DO THAT - YOU MUST WRESTLE HER - YOU SIGNED A CONTRACT" he shouts back. Knowing he's right I agree to go on with the match. Helen is as gorgeous as ever. In her pale blue wet look tights, sheer black pantyhose and pale blue wrestling boots I am reminded of how much I miss her. Brenda is in her street cloths but it is easy to see she is an athlete. She is dressed all in black, sheer top and bra, short leather skirt, black pantyhose and high calf boots. The referee calls us to the middle of the ring for her instructions. As we are about to return to our corners I say to Helen " I'M SORRY I LOST THE TITLES - I STILL LOVE YOU - I DON'T WANT TO WRESTLE YOU". " WELL" she says " YOU BETTER GET READY TO FIGHT, BECAUSE THIS WAS MY IDEA - I'M GOING TO BEAT YOU BAD HERE TONIGHT". I can't believe she set me up. Now I have to wrestle her just to show her I'm as good as she is. The bell rings and I leave my corner circling to my right. Looking for an opening I slowly move toward Helen. We lock up collar and elbow each pulling and twisting trying to gain the advantage. I slip to the side ducking under her arm and twist her in a hammerlock. Wrenching her arm up as hard as I can, I hear her moan as she looks for an escape. Suddenly she grabs my head pulling it forward on to her shoulder she drops to her knees. My chin slams down hard and my neck snaps back I drop her arm and fall forward face down on the mat. Helen is on me in a flash; cupping her hands under my chin and placing her knee into my back. Pulling back as hard as she can I cry out in pain. Her knee digs into my spine as I claw at her hands around my chin. In pain I kick my legs wildly and stretch my arms out trying to reach the ropes and freedom. The match is only 3min old and Helen has me trapped and fighting to get free. The referee kneels in front of me looking to see if I am ready to submit. Helen shouts at her " GO ON ASK HIM - SEE IF HS'S HAD ENOUGH". " IS THAT IT - HAVE YOU HAD ENOUGH - WANT ME TO STOP THE MATCH" the ref asks. Through clinched teeth I respond " NO - NO - NOT YET". Having been unable to make me submit Helen drops my chin and gets to her feet. The relief from pain only lasts a second or two as Helen's boot crashes down on my back. Instinctively reaching behind me to rub my spine, Helen grabs my arm and twists it hard. Placing her wrestling boot on my lower back she takes my free arm twists it and pulls back. My head, neck and upper body are pulled off the canvas. My back is bent and stretched to its limit. I kick my legs franticly, wiggling my body back and forth trying to escape her hold. The ref is again in front of me " LET ME STOP IT BEFORE SHE HURTS YOU - TELL ME YOU SUBMIT AND IT 'LL BE OVER". My answer is still the same " NO - NO - NOT YET - I CAN GO ON". But even I don't know for how long, if I don't escape this hold soon I will be beaten. Relief floods over me as Helen drops my arms, but it is short lived. Twisting my arm and grabbing my hair she pulls me to my feet. A running start and an arm whip sends me flying into her corner. Crashing into the turnbuckle my lower back is suddenly on fire as it smashes into Brenda's knee. Brenda has climbed the steps to the ring apron in Helen's corner. Jumping back to the arena floor Brenda grabs me by my white wrestling boots and pulls me toward the ring post. Face down on the mat with my legs spread apart I am slammed into the steel post. Pulling and twisting with all her might Brenda grinds my manhood into the post. Helen distracts the ref while Brenda works me over. Taking my boots in her hand she smashes first one leg then the other against the ring post. Both my legs and my groin ache from the punishment. In my corner my trainer is yelling at the ref to turn around and look at Brenda " YO - REF - LOOK AT HER - SHE GOT HIM BY THE BOOTS". By the time the referee and Helen turn toward me Brenda has dropped my legs. Face down on the mat I cup my hands over my injured groin. Helen shows me no mercy taunting me as she pulls one of my arms free " HURTS DOESEN'T IT - WELL WE ARE JUST GETTING STARTED". Twisting my arm and grabbing my hair she pulls me to my feet. Hooking my head under her arm and getting a handful of my tights Helen suplexes me out of her corner. Flying up and over I crash down to the mat in the middle of the ring. Flat on my back looking up at the ring lights I know I am finished. With Brenda's help Helen has beaten me. All she needs to do is fall on me for the pin, I cannot fight her off. As she gets to her feet and comes toward me I make no effort to get up. I am surprised when she does not fall on me for the pin. Pulling me up to a sitting position she digs her fingers into my neck muscles. Squeezing as hard as she can, her claw hold sends chills down my arms and spine. My fingers, hands and arms tingle with numbness. I can barely raise them to pull at Helen's hands. My body begins to quiver and jerk as she increases the pressure of her claw hold. In a low almost pleading voice I tell her " I'M FINISHED HELEN - JUST LET ME GO AND PIN ME - I WON'T FIGHT YOU OFF". Her answer is as cold as ice " I HAVE NO INTENTION OF PINNING YOU - I AM GOING TO MAKE YOU SCREEM YOU SUBMISSION". Her neck claw has me twitching the referee looks into my eyes for signs of life. She asks me " HAVE YOU HAD ENOUGH - ARE YOU READY TO GIVE UP"? I do not reply. She lifts my arm and lets it fall to my side. Once more my arm is lifted and dropped. On the third try I manage to hold it up for a second or two. Helen shouts at the ref " ASK HIM - COME ON ASK HIM TO SUBMIT". Before she can ask I shake my head no and tell the ref " NO - NO - NOT YET". Helen releases her claw hold and gets to her feet. I topple over on my back. The ref kneels down beside me waiting for Helen to put her hand on me for the pin. She knows I will not be able to kick out. Slowly and with great fanfare Helen kneels down and places her index finger on my chest. It might as well be an anvil I am finished. The ref raises her hand and slaps the mat " ONE - TWO - THR--". In a flash Helen grabs my head and pulls it and my shoulders off the canvas. Twice more she does the same thing pulling me up at the last second. The ref warns Her " COME ON HELEN - PIN HIM - HE'S HAD ENOUGH". Helen ignores her and begins to attack my legs again. Even though I have been in the ring only 11min I am exhausted and completely helpless. I have been out wrestled and beaten almost into submission. For the past several minuets Helen has been working over my legs and back putting me in one hold after another. Every time she gets me near the ropes or her corner Brenda reaches in to twist or smash my legs or back. I am just conscious enough to know she is setting me up for something. Three quick body slams have left me on my back spread eagle in the center of the ring. Helen takes my white boots in her hands lifts and spreads my legs. I look up at her in fear as I cup my hands over my manhood. Helen's boot comes smashing down on my mid-section. My hands fly up in an effort to protect my abs from another stomp. Still holding my boots Helen leaps in the air. Her boots crash down the heels smashing into me well below the belt. My thin spandex tights and jockstrap give me little if any protection from the heels of Helen's boots. The pain in my groin and upper legs has me screaming and writhing on the mat. Any hope I had of winning this match is over. Helen again takes my boots in her hands and flips me face down on the mat. Standing on the back of my thighs she hooks my lower legs around hers. I now know what is coming. Clawing the canvas in a frantic attempt to escape I beg Helen not to put this hold on me. " OH GOD NO - NOT THAT - PLEASE HELEN - DON'T DO THIS TO ME". With my legs hooked around hers she claws at the muscles on my side. My arm comes back in an almost involuntary action. First one arm then the next is grabbed and twisted. Tears begin to fill my eyes as Helen pulls up on my arms. I cry out again " OH NO PLEASE DON'T". It's to late; up and over I come. I am trapped in a Mexican ceiling hold death lock. My legs are bent and stretched tight, my back is arched up and my arms are twisted and quivering in pain. Looking up at the ring lights my eyes begin to blur as they fill with tears. I hear myself screaming uncontrollably. The referee stands over me, she looks into my eyes knowing I'm finished. I am screaming so loud I barely hear her ask " HAVE YOU HAD ENOUGH - DO YOU WANT ME TO STOP THE MATCH - DO YOU SUBMIT". My entire body convulses as my former partner and lover keeps me trapped in her Mexican death lock Again the ref asks " ARE YOU READY TO QUIT - DO YOU WANT ME TO END IT - HAVE YOU HAD ENOUGH". I beg for an end to the torture; Helen has forced me into a submission. " STOP THE MATCH - PLEASE - I SUBMIT - I SUBMIT". The referee waves her arms in the air signaling an end to the match. She calls for the bell telling Helen " OK IT'S OVER HELEN - LET HIM GO - HE'S GIVEN UP." Helen continues to keep me trapped. The referee shouts at her " COME ON HELEN - LET HIM GO - YOU'VE BEATEN HIM - HE'S GIVEN UP". I am over come with fear and pain as I plead for someone to help me. " PLEASE - HELEN - PLEASE - LET ME GO - I GIVE UP - I GIVE UP". At last I am free, Helen has released me from the Mexican death lock. My arms, legs and back throb with pain. I writhe on the mat unable to get to my feet. The referee raises Helen's arm in victory. The ring announcer makes the call " IN THE TIME OF 14 MINUETS AND 22 SECONDS THE WINNER WITH A MEXICAN DEATH LOCK SUBMISSION, HELEN". My trainer has come to my side and is trying to calm me. " JUST TAKE IT EASY" he says " I'LL GET YOU TO YOUR FEET IN A MINUET". I can still feel the pain in my arms legs and back. I have been a pro wrestler for 5years since I was 19, and have only been defeated twice but this may be my last match. The beating Helen has given me has been total. While the announcement was being made Brenda entered the ring. She struts around holding Helens arm in the air. The crowd cheers the two gorgeous women wrestlers as they play to the fans. Brenda is standing over me at my feet. Hands on her hips legs apart she looks stunning in her black mini skirt black pantyhose and black fashion boots. As she looks down at me I see an evil look cross her face. In a cat quick move Brenda has scooped up my boots and tucked them under her arms. Helen has grabbed my trainer and tossed him out of the ring. I am alone and helpless caught in the ring with these two women. Brenda flips me over face down on the mat. Stepping over me she bends my legs and back into a Boston Crab. I am once again trapped in a torturous submission hold. Now there is no referee to break this hold. As a young and powerful male wrestler I have never felt fear like this. Tears stream down my cheeks as I begin to sob uncontrollably. My screams fill the arena. " LET ME GO PLEASE - LET ME GO - I GIVE UP - I GIVE UP - AAAHHH - STOP PLEASE - YOU'RE BREAKING MY BACK". Helen gets down on one knee in front of me and begins to taunt me. " HURTS DOESN'T IT - HAD ENOUGH - WANT HER TO STOP - WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE FREE". The fear and pain have overwhelmed me the only thing I care about is getting out of the ring and escaping from these two women. Again I beg for my freedom " YES - YES - I'VE HAD ENOUGH - PLEASE LET ME GO - PLEASE - I GIVE UP - NO MORE - PLEASE". Brenda drops my legs releasing me from the Boston Crab. Still sobbing the two women wrestlers scoop me off the mat by my arms. Draping me over the top rope and pulling the middle rope up and over the two women leave me hanging helplessly in the ring. For the next several minuets I am stretched out hanging from the top rope. Several of the other wrestlers on tonight's card come to the ring and release me from the ropes. Helping me down to the floor they carry me back to my dressing room. Lying on the rubdown table it is over 30mins before I can move enough to remove my wrestling gear. Untying my wrestling boots peeling off my tights and jockstrap I wonder if I will ever wrestle again.