The Private Wrestling Club Part 5 
by Madman
The Handicap Match
 
 
 
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Rick, here again, with the latest updates from our Private Wrestling
Club.  Last month I wrestled Don in a two out of three fall match.  Don
is the fellow who refereed the loser sout match when Becky and Lisa
conspired to demolish me.  Don is a real nice guy, slightly smaller than
me but very quick.  I won the first fall with a matchbox pin and the
third fall with a headscissors armbar combination.  Don won the second
fall with a surfboard.  After the match, we shook hands and congratulated
each other on a fine match.  Don said that good clean competitive matches
were what the club was for, not for the sadistic punishing style of
Lisa.  I agreed.
 
Lisa overheard our conversation and hautily approached us.  "You guys are
such wimps that you can't deal with a real wrestler.  I could take both
of you on at one time."
 
"That's ridiculous" I replied.  "There's no way you could beat both of
us."
 
Lisa calmly said "I can and I will.  I'll prove it to you.  I challenge
the two of you to a tag team match by myself next month."
 
The other members liked the idea a many of them wanted to see Lisa get
her butt whipped for a change.  A one fall pin or submission handicap
match was slated for our next meeting.
 
Don and I met several times to practice and plot our strategy for the
match.  We planned to get her in our corner and tag frequently to wear
her down.  We decided to work on her legs to take away her mobility and
ensure that she could not escape our corner.  We practiced takedowns and
a variety of leglocks.  By the time of our next club meeting, we were
confident that our preparation would help us prevail.
 
Lisa stated that since she was outnumbered that she should select the
referee.  Everyone thought that was okay.  She picked Becky.  This
concerned me a little because Becky was a solid ally of her's.  But this
was not the WWE where everyone, except the referee would see flagrant
rule infractions.  She sould have to enforce the few rules of our club. 
I didn't see anyway that Becky could help Lisa win.
 
Becky made the introductions.  "In this corner at 5'9" and 160 pounds
wearing grey shorts is Rick.  At 5'7" and 150 pounds in blue swim trunks
is his partner Don.  Their opponent at 5'7" and 133 pounds in a red two
piece swimsuit is the lovely Lisa."
 
Don and I extended our arms to LIsa for a handshake but she ignored us. 
She stretched to ready herself for the match.  As she gracefully twisted
and twirled, her leg muscles flexed procatively.  She was pacing like a
caged jungle cat with her long flowing black hair and piercing blue
eyes. 
 
Don started for us and as soon as Becky declared "wrestle," he dove at
Lisa and tackled her.  The quickness of his attack surprised her.  He
dragged her by the ankles to our corner and applied a step over toehold
to her left leg.  Lisa was violently thrashing on the mat to escape or
topple him.  Don reached back and tagged me in and before Lisa could
react, I put her right leg in the same hold.  I was a little stronger
than Don and I put full force into my hold.  I could tell that she was in
pain and it felst good to begin my payback.
 
Lisa succeeded in rolling to her belly and was about to kick me off when
I tagged Don back in.  While she was still on her stomach, he quickly
folded up her legs behind her and pulled down hard on her foot to stretch
her ankle.  So far, our strategy was working perfectly.  A few more
minutes and Lisa would be putty in our hands.  However, Lisa reached
back, got an arm around Don's head and flipped him off her.  She rolled
away from our corner.  As Don approached, she kicked him in the stomach. 
Then she slowly got up and stretched her shapely legs to get the kinks
out.
 
Now it was like we were starting over, but this time Lisa was ready.  Don
would not be able to employ a quick unexpected attack.  The two of them
jockeyed for position in the center of the mat.  Don reached out for the
classic collar and elbow tieup, but Lisa grabbed his wrist and flipped
him to the mat.  Kneeling down next to him, she applied a painful
wristlock to his left arm. I saw the sinewy muscles of her arms and
shoulders swell as she pressured her hold.  Don was too far away to tag
me and Lisa positioned her body between us as she continued to crank down
on his trapped wrist.  Lis let go of his wrist, grabbed two of his
fingers and bent them back.  Don howled in pain.  Very slowly, Becky
moved by them and crouched down to get a good view of the hold.  Then
Becky informed Lisa that this was an illegal hold and told her to release
it.
 
Becky smiled and complied.  As Don was on his back, trying to massage his
fingers and wrist, she knee dropped him right in the pit of the stomach. 
She repeated this maneuver three mor times.  Don had both his hands on
his on his sore belly and was writhing on the mat trying to get precious
breathes into his lungs.  Lisa calmly pulled him up to his feet and he
stood doubled over and somewhat shakily.  Then, she put both her hands
behind his head and pulled down while thrusting up with her leg.  Her
knee caught him flush in the jaw and Don crumpled to the mat.  He was out
cold.
 
"Well, I guess it's over" I called out, but Becky shook her head.  "There
has been no pin or submission, so the match continues" she stated.
 
Lisa reached down and grabbed his left arm and leg.  Then she spun like a
discus thrower and flung him to our corner.  Don bounced off my
midsection and fell just outside the edge of the mat where he laid still
unconscious.  "That's a tag, you're in Ricky," Becky said sweetly.
 
Now, I had to face Lisa by muself as I was sure that Don was through for
the night.  Our earlier attack had no effect on her and Lisa looked
confident as I entered the mat.  I was nervous, but I tried not to let
her know.  Lisa had a smirk on her face that indicated to me that she was
aware of my apprehension and planned to fully enjoy herself at my
expense.
 
As we jockeyed for position, Lisa managed to slip her leg behind me and
push me.  I tripped to the mat.  Immediately, Lisa grabbed my left ankle
and put me in her step over toehold.  "I'll show you how to work on the
legs" she warned.  As she twisted, she held my right leg down by pushing
her foot down on the ankle.  Not only did this block any escape attempt,
it also prevented me from rolling with the hold to relieve some of the
pressure.  My knee and ankle were being twisted and it hurt.  Then Lisa
released the hold but kept hold of my left ankle.  As I was on my back
with the leg raised, she kicked the back of my thigh weveral times.  She
then dropped the leg and backed away.
 
I struggled to my feet and had trouble following her around the mat as I
was already limping on my left leg.  Lisa had an evil grin on her
chiseled features as she took me back to the mat with a legdove. 
Flipping me to my stomach, she trapped my left leg in a half boston
crab.  I felt tremendous pain in my lower back and hamstring muscle.  She
was also bending my  foot down which stretched my ankle.  Again she
released her hold, but this time she quickly stook up and dropped down
with a viscious elbow smash right in that sore hamstring.  I knew that I
would have one hell of a charleyhorse after this match.
 
She stood up and admired her work while I was on the mat clutching my
very sore thigh.  She peered into my painwracked face and impassively
asked "Do you think my leg attack is more effective than your's?" 
Without waiting for an answer, she sat by my feet and grasped my right
ankle.  She braced both her feet against my left thigh and pushed out
with her legs while pulling my right leg back with both hands.  My legs
were being forced apart like a splits.  It felt like my groin muscles
were being torn apart and I was in extreme pain.  Lisa commented, "Not
very limber are you Rick?"  
 
I tried to submit, but I was in too much pain to speak clearly.  I'm sure
Becky understood my intention. but she pretended that she couldn't
understand me.  The spectators were too far away to hear my attempted
moans of submission.  They couln't see my face as Lisa had screened most
of them with her body.  By moving us around the mat with her various
torturous holds and keeping me down, Lisa had prevented them from seeing
how badly she was hurting me.  Now I knew why Lisa had insisted that
Becky referee the match.  She didn't need any help to win, but she did
not want the referee to stop the match before she was ready.  Becky was
happy to let the punishment continue.  Both were aware of my inability to
clearly concede and the smiled at each other in anticipation of Lisa's
oppurtunity to continue her brutal punishment.  
 
Becky said "He sure is tough.  He can take a lot of pain, better try
something else Lisa."
 
Lisa put me on my stomach, raised my legs up and crossed them.  Then she
threaded her right leg through my legs and dropped down to her back with
an excrutiating Indian death lock.  It felt like my quads were being
pulled right off the bone and that my knees would separate.  I almost
passed out from the intense pain.  Lisa stood up while maintaining her
lock and sneered as she threw herself back again sending another huge
wave of pain through my legs.  Then she untangled our legs and released
the hold.  I figured that even Lisa would now be satisfied with the
amount of punishment dealt to me for one match.  Through vision blurred
by tearing in my eyes, I could see concerned looks on the face of some
spectators.  I also could see Don sitting up with a dazed expression on
his face.  
 
I was still on my back and Lisa knelt down by my legs.  She placed on
foot on the mat and bent her knee so that her thigh was parallel to the
mat.  She picked up my left leg and placed the calf across her thigh
while holding my leg straight out with her left hand.  Then, she lammed
her right forearm down hard on my leg just above the knee.  I screamed as
it felt like my knee was shattered and an indescibable pain shot up my
leg.  Then and only then, did Lisa decide that she had dished out
sufficient punishment and she pressed down on my chest with her shin
while Becky counted to five.
 
I had to be helped to my car as my left leg was unable to support weight
and my right leg wasn't much better.  The next day my legs hurt so much
that I saw my doctor.  He said I had sprains in both legs and severely
stretched ligaments in my left knee.  He asked me how it happened.  I
just told him that I had fallen and my feet had got caught in some
furniture.  By the look in his eyes, I could tell he didn't believe me,
but I doubt that he would have believed me had I told him the
truth.