The Private Wrestling Club
by Madman
 


My name is Rick.  I am 33 years old, 5'9" tall and weigh 160 pounds.  My
girlfriend Joyce is 28 years old and stands 5'8" tall and 140 pounds.  She is
quite attractive with shoulder length blonde hair and green eyes.  We both
work out a lot in a health club and are pretty fit.  We both enjoy wrestling
and have been members of a private wrestling club for almost a year.  The club
was founded through a Yaholl group and people find us through the group as
well as personal invitations.  We meet every month and now have eight couples
that usually attend.

We meet in the basement of a member's house that is quite large.  We have two
mats that velcro together forming a twelve foot square.  Taped on the floor,
with electrical tape. is a square three feet larger than the mats.  For tag
team matches, the partner must have both feet behind this tape to receive a
tag.  We pride ourselves inventing interesting inovative matches.  Matches can
be all male, all female or mixed.  Most of our matches are conducted in a
friendly playful manner, but occasionally tempers flare and things get a
little rough.

This evening a new couple joined our group, Tim and Lisa.  Both appeared to be
in their mi-twenties.  Tim was pretty big, about six foot tall 180 pounds, and
looked very strong in his tank top and shorts.  Lisa was about 5'7", 131
pounds, and exotically beautiful.  She had long, straight jet black hair and
the deepest most haunting blue eyes I have ever seen.  She looked like she had
a good body, but her baggy sweatsuit made it hard to tell. As we introduced
ourselves and exchanged pleasantries, Tim was quite cordial, but Lisa was very
quiet and withdrawn.

We decided to introduce our new couple to action by pitting them against Joyce
and myself in a two out of three fall submission only tag team match.  To make
things more interesting, only the female wrestler could extract a submission. 
It could be from either opponent. We explained that a submission was made when
the victim either tapped the mat three times or said "I submit" three times. 
We had voted in this procedure a couple of months ago, not to humiliate the
loser, but rather to clarify it.  Sometimes, with the thrashingt and grunting,
it was unclear whether a submission had occurred.  Pretty much any tactic was
legal except for punching, kicking , scrathing or hair pulling.  Falls would
be started by the wrestlers who finished the previous one after a two minute
break.

I was all eyes, staring a Lisa, as she removed her sweats revealing a very
tight firm body in a blue and black striped sports bra and matching tight
athletic shorts.  I was wearing grey shorts like the ones we used to wear in
gym class and Lisa had on a black leotard.  Tim just took off his shoes and
socks as he was already wearing a muscle shirt and shorts.  Both teams chose
to begin with the female wrestler as that was the only way a fall could be
won.

Lisa and Joyce began manouveing for position.  Although Joyce was alittle
bigger, Lisa was much quicker, and Joyce was unable to grab hold of her.
Finally, Lisa shot in with a double leg dive and both fell to the mat with
Lisa on top.  She straddled Joyce and tried to gain control of her arms, but
Joyce's skill and strength prevailed.  After a couple minutes of this
struggling, Joyce was able to buck Lisa off her and both girls tagged their
male partners.

Although Tim was bigger than me, I was confident my experience would even
things out.  We locked up, but neither of us could gain an advantage.  I
jumped at him grabbing a headlock to take him down to the mat.  As we fell,
his knee caught me squarely in the gut, winding me.  He quickly got up and
tagged in Lisa

I was still on the mat trying to recover my wind as Lisa attacked. She knee
dropped me right in the stomach, previnting my recovery. I rolled over on my
stomach in agony. Lisa grabbed my left wrist, and placing her foot on my
shoulder, pulled and tristed my arm. Then she dropped down, replacing her foot
with her knee, for better leverage. "I saw you staring at me gefore. Now you
can feel what I can do" she taunted while she increased the pressure on my
arm.

I was in great pain and about to submit. Sensing this, Lisa released her hold,
and rolled me over so that I was lying on my back. Immediately, she grabbed my
weakened left arm an applied an excrutiating wrist lock. Painfully bending
back the wrist of my trapped arm, she leaned over and said "I know I can make
you submit with this, but I want to try some other holds.

She then rolled me over on my back again, regrabbed my sore left arm as she
straddled me and applied a tight keylock. The back of my arm felt like it was
going to tear as she forced it further over my head. As much as I savored
contact with this beautiful woman, the pain was too much to bear and I had to
submit. I cried out "I submit I..." but Lisa released her hold before I could
finish submitting. Still holding my left wrist, she got off me and sat beside
me with one foot against my neck and the other against my shoulder. She leaned
back, pushing with her legs and pulling with her arms. My shoulder felt like
it was going to be pulled out of its socket and I started to submit again.
Once again , Lisa quickly released her hold, still however holding my wrist.

Lisa told me "This next hold is my favorite armlock. I think it is the most
painful, what do you think?" As she spoke, she scissored my upper arm between
her thighs, draped her legs over my neck. and bent my arm back over her leg.
She was right, ot was the most painful. It felt like my elbow would snap. I
yelled "I submit" and she increased the pressure. A secon "I submit" brought
about even more pressure on my trapped arm. The pain was so great that I could
barely grunt out my third submission, but I did and Lisa reluctantly released
her hold.

During the two minute break, Isat on the mat while my partner Joyce massaged
my aching arm. Lisa joked with her partner wihile staying loose by bouncing up
and down on the balls of her feet. Her calf muscles bunched into tight balls
as she did so. I mad a mental not to avoid her legs even though they had not
yet been much of a factor. To my surprise, I felt pretty good by the end of
the break and thought I caould handle her, as she was not going to start with
me already winded as she had in the first fall.

Remembering to avoid those legs, I moved out to the center of the mat with my
hands held high to invite her to engage in the classic fingerlock test of
strength. I felt my size and upper body strength would prevail Surprisingly,
Lisa accepted by locking her hhands with min and we both pushed forward and
down.However, after a few seconds, my weakened left arm failed to hold up and
my wrist and fingers were bent back. Rather than pusue her advantage, Lisa
released my left han, quickly grabbing my right hand with both of her's and
flung me across the mat toward her corner. She then tagged in Tim.

As I struggled to regain my footing, Tim caught me in a headlock and flipped
me back down wihile maintaining his hold. I satarted to push against his legs
to escape, but he leg scissored my right arm to nmegate my efforts while
cranking down harder on his headlock, The pressure was starting to wear down
my remaining strength. Then Tim got up and pulled me to my feet. With one hand
under my crotch and the other around my neck, he picked me up and slammed my
back over his knee. I was writhing in pain on the mat as he straddled my back.
cupped my chin in his hands, pulling back in a camel clutch.

After about a minute of this torture, he released me and tagged Lisa back in.
This time I was in worse shape than when she had entered for the first fall as
I was helpless by their corner. Lisa slowly and seductively walked around my
prone body and said, "Nice to see you again Rick, how are you doing?" She then
dropped down hard on my back facing my feet. As I kicked my legs in pain, she
grabbed both my ankles and leaned back with a brutal boston crab. She didn't
hold it for very long, as I don't think she wanted a submission to end it yet.

She casually got off me, took a couple of steps back and sat on the back of my
head, still facing my feet. Reaching back, she cupped my chin and raised up
slightly , pulling my head up off the mat. She crossed her legs under my face
and sat down again trapping me in an unusual head scissors. Her weight alone
smashed my face into those exquisite calves and she augmented the pressure by
contracting her thighs. I braced myself, putting both my palms to the mat to
try to push my way out. She then grabbed both my wrists, twisting them behind
my back in a double hjammerlock while maintaining her scissors hold. Lisa
rocked back stretching my neck painfully while adding pressure to the
hammerlocks. Now I was in agony with no way to try and escape.

Lisa taunted me by telling me to tap out or submit if she was to much woman
for me. She knew damn well, in my position, that I could do neither. With both
arms trapped and her calves smothering me I could not talk or move. I was
getting dizzy from lack of air as Lisa powered her devastaing combination
hold. Vaguely, I could hear Hoyce protesting that the fall should be ended
when Lisa released some of the pressure of her legs. Nonchanantly Lisa said
"Isubmit I submit I submit" and relased my head from her legs. As she got up
she pushed down hard with her hands on my trapped arms, giving me an
additional sharp jolt of pain. The bitch had submitted to me just so she could
have another fall to work me over

This time the two minute break did little to revive me and I was still
shaky as I was obligated to start the deciding fall against Lisa.  My
partner, Joyce, told me to stay by our corner and tag her as soonas
contact was made.  She seemed a little torn between her desire to pay
Lisa back for my sadistic dismantling and fear that it could happeb to
her.  I agreed, as this was the only way that we could have a chance.
 
As the third fall was announced, Lisa came to center mat while I stayed
near my corner.  She wagged her finger to beckon me and coquetishly said
"Come on Rick, I'm waiting for you."  Hesitantly, I took one step
forward, but was not going to go further toward the middle.  Tim called
out "Hey Rick" and I glanced over at him.  Just then, quick as a cat,
Lisa slid toward me almost like a baseball slide.  She caught my ankles
between her lower legs and flipped over sideways, toppling me face down
onto the mat.  Grabbing my feet, she dragged me away from my corner to
the center of the mat
 
She still had hold of both my feet with me lying face down on the mat. 
Lisa crossed my ankles and bent both my legs back in a double toehold
lock.  As she leaned into her hold to maximize the pressure, she cooed "
I haven't p;ayed with your legs yet- this should be fun."  For the next
several minutes, she contorted my legs in a variety of punishing holds, 
but maintained each one only briefly so that I wouldn't have time to
submit.  She employed toe holds, ankle locks and even briefly had me in
an agonizing figure four leg lock.
 
Finally, she got off me and declared "This is starting to bore me, its
time for me to finish you off."  She pulled me up to a sitting position
and from behind scissored her legs tightly around my stomach.  This
severely interfered with breathing.  Not content, Lisa warapped both arms
around my neck in a slleperhold and applied full force to both holds.  I
satarted to submit, but actually passed out befor I could utter it three
times.  Later I was told that other club members had to literally pull
Lisa off my unconscious body
 
I went home that night very sore and huniliated from the thrashing
received from this beautiful woman.  I vowed to get revenge at our next
club meeting.