The Private Wrestling Club Part 4 Loser Out Match
by Madman
 
 
 
It has now been three months since Lisa clobbered me for the second  time
at our club.  {No one else knew about the third time at her house.] 
Since then, I had won a two out of three fall match against Don.  He is
one of the smaller male members of our club, but I had won fairly easily
in two straight falls, using a matchbox pin and a head scissors armbar
combination.  Every one in the club knew I wanted Lisa again, but they
thought that our previous matches had been too brutal.
 
Becky, the woman who had refereed our second match came up with a
suggestion for a loser out match.  This type of match involves three
wrestlers.  Two of them compete in the first fall.  A submission or five
count pin ends that fall.  The winner stays on and wrestles the third
person and the loser is out.  The loser of the previous fall then
re-enters to wrestle the winner of that fall.  The first wrestler to gain
three submissions or pinfalls wins the entire match.  As usual, a
submission must be stated three times to make clear the intentions of the
losing wrestler.  Becky explained that a wrestler is unlikely to extend a
fall to punish his or her opponent, because it wastes their own energy
and allows the loser of the previous fall more time to recover,
 
Becky suggested that we try this format with Lisa, herself and me.  From
the way she had stared at Lisa during our match, I knew she wanted to get
her hands on her.  After a brief discussion, the group members agreed
that this could be an entertaining match.  Don was selected as referee
and he introduced the three of us.
 
"In this corner standing 5'7" and 130 pounds in a red two piece swimsuit
is Lisa.  In this corner standing 5'3" and 140 pounds in a one piece
green swimsuit is Becky.  And at 5'9" tall, 160 pounds, in grey shorts we
have Rick."  The three of us flipped coins to determine who would start
the match.  Lisa's and Becky's coins both came up heads, while mine came
up tails.  Thus, Lisa and Becky would start and I would wrestle the
winner.  I hoped they would wear each other out to make it easier for me.
 
The two woman were both very attractive, but quite different.  Lisa was
tall and wiry, with long black hair and bright blue eyes.  Becky had
short reddish hair, green eyes and a more compact muscular build.  They
came to grips, but more in a sensous manner than a competitive one.  Both
seemed to enjoy the feel of the other's body.  They each applied bearhugs
simultaniously, and while they were squeezing, it did not appear that
they were trying to hurt each other.
 
Both toppled to the mat together and the wrestling became a little more
competitive.  Lisa got Becky in a body scissors.  Becky's background in
gymnastics and swimming gave her stron abs and I don't think Lisa was
applying full force.  Becky did not seem to be in pain.  Both seemed to
savor Becky touching Lisa's legs as she attempted to separate them. 
Becky broke free, and while lying on her back, trapped Lisa in a head
scissors.  Lisa's face was against Becky's crotch and Becky pushed the
back of Lisa's head to draw her in even deeper.  Although Becky was not
squeezing hard enough to force a submission, it was obviously affecting
Lisa.  Lisa was having a little trouble breathing. 
 
After a while, Becky unlocked her legs and rolled Lis over to her back. 
Becky sat backwards on Lisa's face, pinned her arms under her legs while
massaging Lisa's firm breasts.  Lisa moaned, more in pleasure than in
pain, as she was also enjoying the close contact.  Neither of them was
paying attention as Don counted to five.  Becky had won the first fall
and was now to face me.
 
I was eager to enter as Becky did not seem to be a viscious wrestler and
I wanted to feel her hard muscles and large breasts.  However, Becky's
attitude was not the same as it had been with Lisa.  She became much more
aggressive and immediately rammed her shoulder into my gut, wrapped her
arms around me, and tackled me down to the mat.  I was stunned by the
quickness and ferocity of her attack.  She quickly positioned herself
behind me and snared my head with her legs.  Because she was behind me, I
did not get the pleasure of having my face near her crotch.  Rather than
the sensous way she had scissored Lisa, Becky raised her body off the mat
with her hands for better leverage and put full power into her hold.  Her
thick strong thighs were crushing my head and I was already seeing stars.
 
Becky dropped her body back down to the mat and started swinging her legs
back and forth.  This added a painful neck twisting to her scissors and
some of the thrusts were strong enough to actually move my entire body. 
She finally stopped the punishing swinging, only to sit up and pull my
head back by my chin more deeply into her vicelike grip.  I flailed my
arms, trying to get a hold of anything that mighjt help me escape.  Becky
let go of my chin and grabbed my left arm with both of her hands.  She
laced her arms around my forearm and pulled my hand back, thus adding a
wristlock to her scissors.  I could hear her grunt as she applied full
force to both holds.  I could take no more, and with difficulty because
of the pain and her legs constricting my head, uttered "I submit I submit
I submit."
 
Don declared Becky the winner of the fall and after one final jolt she
released her holds.  Becky now had two falls, shile Lisa and I had none. 
Becky's compact body packed so much strength that I figured she could
defeat Lisa again.  I hoped that she would, because I wanted Lisa to lose
and I was dazed and weakened from the last fall.  I definately needed
some rest before competing again.
 
As Lisa walked onto the mat, she exchanged a brief whispered conversation
with Becky that no one else could hear.  Don announced the start of the
fall.  The two women embraced each other and Becky went down to her
knees.  A gentle push from Lisa put her on her back.  Lisa kneeled down
next to Becky and placed one finger on each shoulder.  Becky made no
attempt to resist as Don counted to five.  Lisa had won in about fifteen
seconds and both woman had smug smiles on their faces as I was forced to
face Lisa with virtually no time to recover from Becky's beating. 
 
As I re-entered the mat on wobbly legs, Lisa told me "One more time for
old time's sake," and rammed her knee into my gut.  As I doubled over,
she brought both forearms down hard on the back of my head and knocked me
down to the mat.  As I rolled on the mat in pain, Lisa knee dropped me
three times.  The first two nailed me squarely in the stomach and the
third one on my side.  Lisa grabbed my arms and roughly pulled me back up
to my feet.  She shot her knee into my stomach two more times as she
pulled me toward her.  Again I doubled over and would have collapsed if
she was not holding me up by my arms.
 
Lis told me "I'm not playing with you tonight Rick."  She then shoved my
head between her knees and wrapped her arms around my waist from above. 
She lifted me so that I was upside down with my head trapped between her
legs and swiftly  dropped down with a piledriver.  My head was smashed
into the mat and my neck and spine felt like I had received a powerful
electrical shock.  I almost blacked out, and in retrospect, I wish that I
had.  I was writhing on the mat clutching my hands to my very sore
stomach.  Lisa calmly brushed my hands aside and savagely shot her elbow
into the most sore spot three times.
 
Lisa applied an agonizing stomach clawhold to the same spot.  No one in
our club had ever used this hold and I didn't know if it was a legitamate
hold.  I had vague recollections of some German television wrestler using
it when I was a kid.  Sh dug the fingers of her right hand deeply into my
stomach with a cruel twisting motion.  Lisa leaned over me to put her
weight into her hold and grasped her wrist with her other hand for
stability and added power.  I was in far too much pain and way to dazed
to verbalize a submission.  My body was convulsing involuntarily.  Lisa's
brilliant blue eyes took on an almost maniacal expression as she put
everything she had into her devastating hold.  It felt like she was
tearing through my abdominal wall and crushing my inner organs.
 
Don said that he was ending the fall, declaring her the winner, and told
her to release the hold.  Lisa glared at him and growled "Stay out of
this, Don, or you can replace Rick."  Don was unsure of what to do, but
several club members were approaching the mat to pull Lisa off me. 
Before they arrived, Lisa let go of her hold and arrogantly strutted off
the mat.
 
It took several minutes for two members to help me up the basement stairs
to the first floor bathroom.  Once there, I vomited which only made my
stomach more sore.  After a few minutes, I was able to drag my battered
body to the sofa to lay down and attempt to recover.  I missed the fifth
and deciding fall between Becky and Lisa, but at that point , I did not
care who won.  I doubt that they cared either.  After all, they had both
accomplished their goals, to enjoy the feel of each other's body and to
beat the hell out of mine.