Private wrestling Club part 7 
by Madman



Rick here, to relate my most recent experience with the private wrestling
club. The club consists of a number of men and women, that meet monthly to
compete in a variety of wrestling matches. I had a series of matches with a
beautiful girl, Lisa, that did not turn out well for me. She was not content
with merely defeating me, but appeared to relish humiliating me and punishing
me far more than necessary to win the match After several failed attempts to
get revenge, I quit attending the club meetings

But the other night, I ran into my old wrestling club pal, Don He brought me
up to date a about the club. He said that there were a few new members and
that most of the older ones, including Lisa, were still active. He told me
that Lisa was one of the most popular wrestlers. Highly skilled, she almost
always beat the women and also beat quite a few of the men. She was known to
wrestle a hard but clean match and always congratulated her opponent for a
good match afterwards. However, when she wrestled me, she was totally the
opposite. She would maximize the punishment and taunt and trash talk me
throughout the match. Often with the help of her friend, Becky, she would
circumvent the rules just to beat me down even more

The more I thought about it, the more angry I got. I decided to take one more
shot at getting even with her. After all, I knew exactly how she wrestled, so
I should be able to counter her, especially since I have been working out and
gained five more pounds of muscle. Lisa always waited for me to make the first
move, then she would use my own momentum to take me down. Then she would work
over my entire body with her vast arsenal of holds, while distracting me with
her taunting and trash talking.

I went to the next club meeting and, sure enough, Lisa was there. She didn't
even acknowledge my presence, but when I issued a challenge, the club members
set up a match for us. We would wrestle, with no referee for thirty minutes.
At that time, Lisa and I would decide who won. If we disagreed, we would
wrestle for an additional fifteen minutes. It was time for our match and Becky
made the introductions.

"In this corner , in the ugly grey shorts at 5'9 and 165 pounds is Rick. And
in this corner, in a gorgeous red bikini at 5'7 and 138 pounds, is Lisa."

Lisa looked beautiful with her long jet black hair and brilliant blue eyes.
She looked a bit more muscular than I remembered, not as muscular as a
bodybuilder, but more so than a fitness contestant. When the match started, I
made an effort to restrain my excitement and remember my strategy. But,
immediately, she grabbed my left, swept my right leg and took me down to the
mat on my back. Maintaining her grasp on my leg, she wrapped it around her
firm shapely leg with a step over toe hold. She cranked up the pressure and I
was in trouble only seconds into the match. Without saying a word, she looked
impassively down at my face as she worked over my leg.

After a couple minutes of applying her toehold, she turned me over to my belly
without releasing her grip on my left leg. Then bending my right foot up
against my back, she crossed my left leg over it and pushed down hard on my
ankle. It painfully stretched my ankle, but even worse was its effect on my
calf. My calf muscle was forced to contract so violently that it immediately
cramped up. The burning sensation got worse as she ruthlessly pushed her
weight down on my trapped leg

Eventually my calf went numb. Lisa sensed this and was in no way willing to
give me even the slightest break from the pain. So she quickly spun around,
facing my feet, grabbed my left leg and pulled back with a half Boston crab.
This hold put extreme pressure n my lower back, but also stretched the
quadriceps of my already battered left leg. After she got bored with that
hold, she stood up, still grasping my left foot whip I was still face down on
the mat. Locking her arms around my ankle, she twisted it as she applied an
excruciating ankle lock. I begged her to stop, but she totally ignored my
pleas and merely continued her ruthless attack. The other club members watched
in silence as they were in awe of the brutality of Lisa's attack

I knew that time was running out,and that I only had to take a few more
minutes of her punishing holds. She finally got off me without letting go of
my sore left leg, and turned me over so I was, once again, on my back. She
lifted my left leg up and kicked me in the hamstring several times. She did so
soccer style, making contact with the sharp bone on the inside of her ankle.
She got in several hard kicks before Becky called time. Giving me one more
even harder kick, she finally released my aching left leg.

I sat up, as I was unable to stand, and extended my hand to her for a
handshake. "You were awfully tough on me, but you did beat me fair and square.
Congratulations Lisa," I added

"Oh no Rick," she replied. "I think you won".

Immediately, Becky called out "Wrestle on!" Lisa swatted my hand away and went
right back at my aching left leg. Concentrating her entire attack on my one
leg was far more brutal then spreading it out to my entire body and I knew she
was going to continue it. I was far too exhausted and beaten down to even
attempt to stop her. This time she forced me back on my stomach and applied a
vicious claw hold to my left calf muscle It was excruciating and it felt like.
Y calf muscle was literally being ripped off the bone. I could not restrain
myself from screaming in pain, but Lisa merely ignored that and continued
tearing at my leg

When she got bored with this attack, she roughly rolled me over to my back and
kneeled down next to my left leg. Placing it over her outstretched thigh, Lisa
slammed a hard karate chop into the middle of my quad. The pain was far beyond
my tolerance and once again I had to scream. Lisa then hammered six more chops
into the same spot and the pain was so great that I wished that she would
knock me out. That would end my suffering and Lisa certainly had no interest
in that

Then she slid my leg back on her smooth firm thigh so that my ankle was on it.
To complete this torture, she pushed down on my kneecap to hyperextended my
leg. I pleaded with her " Please stop Lisa, I beg you. She ignored my plea and
continued to punish my already sore and damaged knee. Next she let my leg drop
down to the mat and started grinding her knuckle into the inside of my knee.
Obviously, this hurt, but then, suddenly, I felt a burning searing pain. Lisa
was grinding right into a nerve. She realized what she had done and kept
grinding away at that sensitive spot. Finally Becky announced. "Only two
minutes left Lisa." Lisa let go of my leg and stood up. Then entwining her
strong shapely legs around my injured leg, she applied a figure four leg lock.
It took her a couple of tries to apply it properly, but I was in no shape to
offer any resistance.

When she got her hold set, Lisa propped herself up on her elbows and applied
full power to her hold. She watched my face grimacing in pain with the cool
detachment of a student observing a science project. Once again, I was
helpless and at her mercy. Lisa had no mercy at all on me and we both knew
there was nothing I could do about it Finally, Becky called time and I was
grateful that my torture was finally over. But then she said, " Hold on, let
me make sure of the timing. let's see, they wrestled for half an hour and then
an additional fifteen minutes. Yes, I guess it is over, it sure was fun too
watch. H. Her rambling lasted an additional thirty or forty seconds which
might not seem to be very long. But it sure feels like a long time when
trapped in such an excruciating hold. After a could more sharp thrusts with
her strong legs. Lisa finally released her hold, and without a word or even a
look, walked off the mat, leaving mr clutching my damaged knee and writhing in
pain. After a few minutes, Dan helped me up and took me to an emergency
medical center. . Amazingly there was no major structural damage to my leg,
but I had several bruise and contusions as well as multiple strains and
sprains. I had to use crutches for three days and then used a cane for over
two weeks. No question about it, this was by far the worst beating Lisa had
ever subjected me to. You would think I had learned my lesson to stay away
from her and perhaps I have. But, I am a stubborn kind of guy and who knows
what the future holds?