Layla Part 4
by Madman
Layla and the Oil Wrestling Queen
 
 
 
Madman here.  For the first time, I am going to relate a story because
I  was actually involved in it.  Recently, a local bar started a weekly
oil wrestling show.  Due to my interest in female wrestling, I decided to
check it out.  The bar was in a lower middle class area of town.  It had
a long oak bar and the ring was all set up.  It was a large twelve foot
circle with eight inch pads around the entire perimeter.  I got a beer
and waited for the show to start.  Loud "white trash" music was blaring. 
A bunch of bands that sounded like Guns N' Roses, but with even less
talent.
 
Finally the MC announced that the wrestling would begin.  Two girls in
bikinis came out from the back and were squirted and rubbed down with
oil.  They were cute girls, but looked more like exotic dancers than like
wrestlers.  Oil and water were also spread out on the floor of the
makeshift ring.  A referee in a striped black and white shirt entered and
explained the rules.  A match would consist of three rounds of up to five
minutes each.  A pin to the count of five would end a round.  I thought
the match would end the horrendous music as they turned it off when the
referee was explaining everything.  Unfortunately, when he was done, the
music returned.
 
The actual match was more of a T & A show than a competitive wrestling
match.  The oil prevented the girls from getting a good hold on each
other and neither of them appeared to have any wrestling skills.  They
were laughing as they flopped around on the slick mat and exposed their
glistening bodies to the audience in a lot of different angles.  The
first two rounds went the full five minute limit as neither girl got a
pin and they didn't seem to be even trying for one.  When one gal would
slip and fall, the other would just wait for her to get back to her
knees.  Finally, in the middle of the third round, one girl straddled the
other and the referee was able to count to five to end the match and
declare a winner.
 
Two more matches followed that were very similar to the first one.  While
it was fun to watch the sexy gals rolling around on the vinyl mat, it was
not what I would consider wrestling.  Then, the MC announced that the
final match of the night was next and he introduced the girls.  One gal,
Dawn, was a petite red haired girl with a nice tight butt and large
boobs.  The other gal, Star, was a bigger girl about 5' 7" and about 140
to 145 pounds.  She was also very pretty but had a stronger looking more
athletic build.  She also lacked the playful smile that the others girls
had, her facial expression was very intense.
 
When the referee started the match, Star threw herself into the chest of
her opponent immediately, and pinned her with a cross body pin.  The
shocked referee counted to five and the first fall was over in less than
ten seconds.  For the second fall, Star pushed her opponent hard in the
chest to cause her to fall backwards.  Then she straddled her in the
classic school girl pin to win another very quick fall.  At the start of
the third fall, Star slapped her victim hard across the face.  The poor
girl was knocked down from the force of the blow and Star covered her for
the third fall victory.  The entire match had barely lasted a minute and
Dawn was in tears.
 
The matches over the next few weeks were very similar to those of the
first night.  Most of them were fun semi-competitive sensuous matches
except for those featuring Star.  She continued to win all her matches
very quickly as none of the other girls could match her strength or
aggressiveness.  I happened to overhear the owner of the bar talking to
Star as they had cocktails at a table near my seat at the bar.  He told
her that she needed to make her matches take longer as the very short
ones lacked entertainment value.  At first, she was not happy to hear
this, but as she thought about it, a sly smile appeared on her face. 
Star had a very pretty face with high cheekbones, long dark brown wavy
hair and piercing green eyes.  But she always had a very hard and tough
expression like a female gang banger.
 
The following week, the audience watched in shock as Star showed how she
chose to extend the matches.  Rather than put on a sensuous T & A show,
she chose to beat the crap out of her victim.  She threw her over matched
opponent all over the ring and was not shy about slapping her and using
her sharp elbows and knees as weapons.  Pins and not submissions decided
the match, so her poor victim did not have the option of giving up.  Plus
Star kept her flying around so much on the mat that she never even had a
chance to give up.  After four minutes of the first fall, Star straddled
the other girl for the pin fall.
 
After a short rest period, the referee beckoned both gals to the center
of the mat for the second fall.  Immediately, Star tore into her vastly
over matched opponent.  She picked her up on her shoulders and slammed
her down to the slippery mat several times.  Although choking was not
allowed, she found that she could get away with wrapping the other girl's
arm around her throat and pulling on it.  She slapped and kicked her
without mercy.  She never attempted to pin the other girl in this fall
and only the five minute time limit stopped her from continuing the
punishment.  Her poor victim was on the verge of crying at this point.
 
 
 
During the break after the second fall, the guy acting as a second for
the other girl tried to massage her and advice her on what she should
do.  He told her to try and stay away from Star as much as possible and
just let the time run out.  Star sent her second away and just sat with
an evil grin on her face as she looked forward to continuing working on
her victim.  The smaller girl bravely came out when it was time for the
third fall.  She really had no choice, she need the money and was
obligated to complete the match to get paid.  Star took no pity on her
much smaller and weaker opponent, in fact she seemed to enjoy inflicting
unnecessary punishment on her.  Every time the other girl tried to look
at the referee to try to get him to stop the match, Star would grab her
hair and slam her face into the mat.  Then she would grind her knee into
the back of the girls head and neck just for spite.                                                                                    
                                                      Finally Star
appeared to be satisfied that she had tortured her hapless victim
sufficiently and straddled her for the pin.  However, at the count of
four, she roughly pulled the gal up by her hair to break the count.  Then
she slammed her head back down hard so the referee could start a new
count.  She repeated this count breaking technique four times before she
allowed the referee to complete the count and end the match.  Star stood
and proudly flexed her bicep with one foot on the stomach of her victim. 
The other gal was in tears and had to be helped out of the wrestling pit.
 
For the next couple of weeks, Star's matches were all similar to this
one.  They were all totally one sided and Star took great pleasure in
maximizing the punishment of her victim.  Now I have written fictional
fantasy stories of brutal sadistic female wrestlers who enjoyed gleefully
torturing their victims, but Star was for real.  It was like seeing one
of my characters actually come to life, yet the reality was not as much
fun as the fantasy.  The oil wrestling shows were getting very popular as
the guys enjoyed seeing Star work over her opponents and they called her
the oil wrestling queen.  One of Star's matches had to be ended early as
she dove down on her opponent and viciously thrust her knee into her
side.  The girl got bruised ribs, was crying and unable to continue. 
Star claimed it was an accident, but I am sure it was intentional.
 
However, the same over aggressiveness of Star which popularized the oil
wrestling was now working to destroy the show.  The other gals were
afraid of her and refused to wrestle with her.  Most of them were exotic
dancers seeking to make a few extra bucks, but they were unwilling to
absorb the beating that Star inflicted on her foes.  So the bar had the
problem of having an undefeated champion with no challengers.  I had an
idea that could accomplish two goals at once.  Layla, the session
wrestler, was traveling through my town and, of course, I booked a
session with her.  I thought if she came to the bar and challenged Star,
that she could beat her easily.  After all Layla is trained in Bolivian
Ju Jitsu and many other martial arts forms.  She could put Layla in her
place and open up new competition in the bar to restore the full cards of
oil wrestling.
 
Layla seemed receptive to the idea as she had no evening sessions that
night.  I took her out to dinner at Denny's (I always go first class) and
then we went to the bar.  Layla was wearing some jean cut offs and a lacy
top which gave her a very demure feminine appearance.  No one would
suspect that she was such an awesome fighter.  I took her to the bar
manager to tell him that she was willing to take on the oil wrestling
queen.  The manager told her that it paid fifty dollars and would pay two
hundred if she could win.  He actually tried to talk her out of it
because he thought she had no chance and was not aware of how Star
brutalized her opponents.  But Layla insisted that she wanted to try and
he ushered her to the back room to get dressed for the match.
 
After a couple of the standard giggle and grope matches, the MC announced
the main event.  "In this corner at 130 pounds from Lebanon is Layla. 
And in this corner at 145 pounds hailing from Berea is our oil wrestling
champion, Star."  The audience came to life and they fully expected to
see Star demolish yet another girl.  Star was noticeably bigger and
seemed a lot more formidable than Layla.  I was looking forward to
everyone's surprise when Layla would tear into her.
 
Hi, this is Layla reporting now.  I realize that changing perspective in
the middle of a story is not considered to be good literary technique. 
But. I think it is necessary in this case.  Madman is a good and sincere
guy, but he tends to get carried away.  I am not the invincible wrestling
goddess that he seems to think I am and I wanted to make sure that the
match was described accurately.  Anyways, none of the stories on this
site, except for maybe those of TKO, are likely to be considered for the
literary Pulitzer Prize.
 
I was not so sure that winning this match would be as easy as Madman had
thought it would be.  The slippery oil would make it almost impossible to
clamp on most of the holds that I usually employed.  Star looked like a
strong tough gal and I had no experience wrestling in oil.  I decided to
wait on my knees for her to make the first move. After all, the pressure
was on her to maintain her title as the oil wrestling queen.  There was
no pressure on me, as other than Madman, no one expected me to win.
 
Star lunged at me and I merely slided to the side to avoid her.  A bit
aggravated, she lunged toward me again.   This time, as i avoided her she
fell to her stomach.  I quickly straddled her back.  Normally, in this
situation, I would try to secure a kimura arm lock, but that would
involve too much entanglement to properly secure in the oil.  So, I
grabbed her wrist and pulled her arm up her back in a hammerlock
instead.  Star grunted in pain and began thrashing on the vinyl mat.  As
we were sliding around, I was unable to maintain my position, and she
rolled to her side and I lost my grip.  Star faced me again, but she was
rubbing her shoulder.  I knew that my brief hammerlock had affected her
to some degree.
 
This time she came at me low in an attempt the grab my thighs and tackle
me.  I slid back and she fell, one more to her stomach.  Straddling her
head, I re-applied the hammerlock to the same arm.  I thought that
working one one body part was the best way to go about this.  Without my
weight on her back, it was easier for Star to escape, but for the brief
time that I had the hold, I was able to exert more pressure than the
first time.  I could see that it was going to be almost impossible to
maintain a hold, but if I could apply them with force, even for a short
time, I could wear her down.
 
Now, Star had a more determined and less cocky expression.  I think she
realized that for the first time, she had some real opposition.  I was
quicker than she was and I think that was starting to frustrate her. 
This time, I took the initiative.  I charged into her with my arm across
her throat.  The force knocked her down, but due to the oil, I was unable
to secure the rear naked choke that I wanted to.  However, just the force
of the blow to her throat should have taken a little more of her energy
away.  I tried to use the same attack again, but she caught me with a
fore arm to the chest and knocked me down.  I saw her lunging at me with
that knee I had heard about, but was able to roll away, and Star fell to
her stomach one more.
 
Once again, I applied a hammerlock to that same arm, but this time I was
beside her with my knee on her back.   As she scooted around the mat, she
merely took me with her and I was able to keep the hold on her much
longer this time.  She got to the edge of the mat and was partially over
the pads, so the referee told me to release the hold.  Now Star had a
look of frustration, as she was not able to dominate this match like she
had in her previous ones.  She wasted a lot of energy charging recklessly
at me while I easily avoided her with very little effort.  The MC blew a
whistle to signify the end of the first round.  While neither of us had
come close to a pin, I felt that she was getting worn out and that I
should be able to handle her with more ease in the next rounds.
 
During the break, Star's corner man massaged her.  When he rubbed her
shoulders, I could tell the her left shoulder was bothering her.  If I
continued to work on it, I felt that I could break down her resistance. 
I felt just fine, I have always had a lot of endurance and often won
matches by outlasting my opponent.  The audience seemed to be really into
the match and they were surprised that Star was not dominating it. 
Madman seemed surprised that I was not totally dominating, but Star was a
tough gal and the oil made it difficult to wrestle.
 
When the second fall was started, Star looked a bit tentative.  It did
not seem that she was afraid, but she had never been in the position of
facing an opponent that she could not defeat with ease before and she was
unsure of what to do.  I did know what to do and feinted toward her
legs.  As Star dropped her arms down to defend, I grabbed her left wrist
and twisted it sharply toward me.  This forced her face down on the mat
again and gave me another chance to use that hammerlock.  On a normal
wrestling mat, one hammerlock should be sufficient to disable the arm,
but because it was so hard to maintain a hold in this slippery oil, I had
to apply it several times to get that result.  From the sound of Star's
grunting, I could tell that the desired result was just about achieved
even after she was able to slip out again.
 
Again, I took the initiative and was going to attempt to attack
her before she got her bearings, but I slipped in the oil and landed on
my back.  Star intended to take advantage of this by slamming her elbow
into my stomach.  I saw it coming and was able to move away, but it still
caught me on the hip.  It hurt, but that was not going to stop me.  If
she wanted to play rough, I was more than willing to do so myself.  As
she came at me to deliver another blow, I shot the tips of my stiffened
fingertips into her bread basket, just below the ribcage.  This
effectively winded her and she fell to her back trying to suck in some
much needed air.  Now it was my turn to use a knee and I dropped it on
her stomach to keep her struggling for air.  At this point, Star was
helpless and I saw no point in torturing her needlessly.  I laid out high
on her chest and put her in a cross body pin.  The referee was easily
able to call out his five count as Star was unable to do anything to push
me off of her.
 
The rest between falls did not seem to be adequate for Star to fully
regain her strength and stamina.  Even so, she came out to face me for
the third round without hesitation.  The gal had some guts and some
spunk, I had to admire her for that.  I waited to see if she was going to
make any type of offensive desperation move before deciding upon my
course of action.  She did try to come after me, but the quickness of her
earlier attempts was gone, she was slow and plodding now.  I have never
been in favor of needlessly torturing opponents that were already pretty
well defeated and I think that after being in that position, that Star
could now understand that.  The audience had already seen a good show and
this match was probably the best one they had ever seen.  So, I decided
that the best approach would be to get that last pin quickly.
 
I approached her and tried to lock up her upper body as best I could with
the oil being everywhere.  Then, I put my foot in her belly and ,while
falling backwards. flipped her over me.  Star landed with a thud on her
back.  I laid across her to secure another cross body pin as I had
before, but she pushed me off her before I could get it fully set.  I had
to admire her attitude of battling to the end.  She was struggling to get
back up to her knees,so I placed one hand on each of her shoulders and
pushed.  When she went down again, I straddled her in the classic
schoolgirl pin and trapped her arms beneath my knees.  She still
struggled, but was unable to dislodge me as the referee counted to five
to end the match.  I got a big round of applause as I got up as the
spectators seemed very surprised that their oil wrestling queen had been
defeated.
 
After quickly showering and changing, I returned to my original seat at
the bar.  The bar owner paid me the $200 for winning the match and told
me that I was welcome to come back any time I was in town.  I thanked him
and although this was not my favorite form of wrestling, it was fun.  I
also did not mind picking up two hundred for less than fifteen minutes of
wrestling.  I wanted to talk with Star, so I invited over for a drink.  I
got rid of Madman by giving him some quarters from my change and telling
him to play video games.  I explained to Star how I felt about wrestling.
 
"It's not about beating people up, it's more about real competition.  You
can always come across someone better than you and I am sure that you
would not enjoy being brutalized when you have no chance to win. I think
it is fun to pit my skills against others just to see who will win and I
enjoy challenging myself by facing tougher opponents."
 
Star was taking all of this in and took a couple minutes to reflect on
it.  Then she responded  "I see what you mean.  In the future, I will try
to put on a good show but not literally destroy a gal.  I'm sure you
could have been a lot rougher with me, especially in the last round and I
appreciate it that you were not."
 
Then I told her of the training that I had and explained that the better
I got at wrestling, the more I enjoyed it.  "You seem to have a good
natural instinct for wrestling and you might want to look into some
training yourself" I suggested.  This seemed to raise her level of
interest and she barraged me with questions about wrestling, ju jitsu,
training and everything else related to the scene.  When I told her of my
session wrestling, she became even more interested and said that it
appealed to her.
 
Although we had started out as foes, Star and I were becoming friends. 
She really liked the idea of getting paid to physically dominate men and
told me that she was going to check out some martial art academies.  "If
you would like to get a taste of it, you are welcome to leave with me
tonight and see what a session is like.  You can even participate in it,
have some fun and make a few bucks."
 
Star quickly agreed and seemed excited about it.  "I can't believe that I
can actually make money kicking a guy's butt, but I'd sure like to try
it!" she exclaimed.
 
"No problem, we'll have some fun tonight," I replied.  Madman had run out
of quarters already, evidently his skill at video games was no better
than his skill at wrestling.  I motioned him toward us with a hand
gesture.  When he arrived, I told him that he had a special treat coming
this night, a session with two gals.  This was turning out to be a most
interesting evening.  Perhaps Star will report on how things go for her
in the session business in the future.