Private Wrestling Club Part 8 Revenge For a Friend.
by Madman



My name is Rick and I recently told you about my most recent match with Lisa.
She worked me over mercilessly and, as usual, far more than necessary to win
the match. I still walk with a limp due to her vicious attack on my left leg.
I'm not a masochist or an idiot. Lisa is a better wrestler than me and it is
stupid and futile for me to keep challenging her giving her the pleasure of
punishing me to the max. I don't mind losing a match, but the needless
sadistic wrestling torture is unacceptable. So I am finally done with the
iprivate wrestling club and I am done with that bitch, Lisa

The other night, I ran into my good friend Don from the private wrestling
club. His left arm was in a cast. I asked him what had happened and he told me
that it was broken during a match with my old nemesis Lisa. "Accidents
happen," I told him. . . "It was no accident," Don told me. "The bitch did it
on purpose. I had already submitted to her hammerlock but she refused to break
her hold and broke my arm instead. Then she laughed at me and said that we
should go another fall so she could break my other arm. After she finally let
my arm go, she stomped her foot on the broken part ." .When I asked Don why
Lisa did that to him, he told me that she said that she wanted to destroy him
because she didn't have me to work over. This made me furious. Don is not even
as good of a wrestler as I am, so Lisa had deliberately picked an easy victim
to torture. I even felt a bit responsible for what happened to Don so I told
Don that I would take care of her for him.

"Don't try that," Don warned me. "You know that she will hurt you badly like
to she always does. That's exactly what she wants you to do."

"I know that," was my reply. "But this time will be different. This will not
be. a wrestling match, it's going to a real fight. I wouldn't normally hit a
woman, but this is different. It's time for Lisa to learn how it feels to take
a thorough beating." Don pleaded with me to reconsider but my mind was made up

i went to the next club meeting and Lisa seemed pleased to see me. I doubt
that she would be so smug and so glad to see me after I beat the crap out of
her. I demanded a fight with her and Lisa announced that she would break my
arm just like she had broken Don's arm. I responded with a suggestion. "Let's
have a fight, not a wrestling match -a fight with no rules Its not over until
one of us gets a broken arm." She added " I will make you beg me to break your
arm before I do it." .

The members of the club voted unanimously against approving this fight. They
said the club was for clean competitive wrestling matches, not for fighting to
deliberately injure one's opponent. I understood their reasoning, but I really
wanted to get revenge for Don. I told them that this fight was going to take
place. It could be in the street, in the park or in my apartment,but it was
going to take place. Here and now was a good as any other option.

The group reluctantly agreed and Phil, an attorney, drew up papers exonerating
the club for any liability and he made both of us sign them .Lisa and I
approached the mat. She had on a blue bikini and I wore my usual grey shorts
and I had my sore knee tightly wrapped with an ace bandage for support. I
raised my hands in a boxing position instead of the usual wrestling one. We
danced around and I threw several jobs that Lisa easily eluded. She was quick
as lightening. I actually landed a glancing blow to her jaw, which didn't hurt
her, but I think it pissed her off She moved on and out throwing quick punches
that landed and hurt. She was floating like a butterfly and stinging like a
bee just like Mohammed Ali.

Sudden ly, she slipped inside and shot a hard punch to my belly When I bent
forward, struggling to breathe. She landed a hook to my jaw. Then she
deliberately threw a hard shot directly into my groin and I went down to the
mat writhing in pain.

Lisa had me in trouble and there was no way that she would give me any time to
recover. She dropped down beside me and snared me in a tight triangle choke.
To completely cut off my air she hand smothered me. She deprived me of
breathing until she could sense that I was on the verge of passing out.

Then, while I was helpless, Lisa unwound my ace bandage, quickly rolled me
over to my stomach and used it to securely tie my wrists together behind my
back. Now, I was totally helpless and I knew that she was going to pour on the
pain. I guess Don was right; I should not have challenged her. But it was too
late to back out and I would just have to accept her punishment and a broken
arm

Lisa was in no hurry to break my arm, she wanted to make me suffer first.
Rolling me over to my back, she placed my left ankle on top of her solid
thigh. Then she locked her ankles on the top of my thigh. I saw her smile at
me as she leaned back, bucked her hips and pushed up on my foot to apply a
knee bar. I was in horrendous agony. The knee at is a brutal hold. In mixed
martial arts fights, it almost always results in a quick submission. My knee
was sore even before being subjected to the hold, and a submission would not
be accepted.

After maintaining that dreadful hold for way too long, she finally released it
and knelt over my injured leg, straddling my calf. Then she reigned punch
after punch directly into my injured knee. She must have thrown thirty or
forty punched before she stopped, but maintained her position on my damaged
leg.

The n she grabbed my kneecap and twisted like she was tightening the lid of a
jar. I couldn't help but scream in agony. Gritting her teeth, as she was using
all her strength, she continued attacking my patella. Then I head a pop and
the sharp searing pain became even more intense. I knew that she had inflicted
a major injury to my knee.

While still attacking my now severely injured knee Lisa asked "Do you have
anything to say to me Rick, honey?" . . "Please break my arm," I said, hoping
to stop her from continuing attacking my injured knee.

"Beg me to break it, she demanded

"Please Lisa," I uttered obediently. "I beg you. Please break my arm." She was
not only inflicting major pain on me, but also humiliation. All I really cared
about was ending the pain .Finally she stopped her sadistic attack on my
injured knee and rolled me over to my stomach . Then Lisa harshly twisted my
left arm behind me in a hammerlock. She stopped just short of applying
sufficient pressure to break it, but she was sure hurting me. She states "I'm
not sure which arm I want to break." as she released my left arm only to apply
the same hold to my right arm.

Never had she been this vicious and cruel. Even though she had achieved her
goal, she still continued to inflict unnecessary punishment to my already
injured body. She announced "I guess I'l break your left arm like I did with
your pal, Don." .???.She reapplied the hammerlock to my left arm, but once
again, used as much force as possible without breaking my arm. "Beg me again,
Rick," she demanded. .

"Please Lisa," I implored once more. "I beg you to please break my arm."

Finally, she put full force into her hold and I could hear my arm snap and
feel the searing pain. Lisa maintained her hold anyways briefly and threw a
hard punch directly to the broken part of my arm. Then she finally got off me
and walked off the mat I laid face down on the mat, in agony and unable even
to roll over. .

They had to call 9-1-1 to get me some help the paramedics rushed me to the
hospital. The broken arm was no big deal. They put it in a cast and it would
be fine in a couple months. Don was lucky to get off so easily. .

The knee was another matter. It required major reconstructive surgery. The
surgeon, who had operated on NFL football players, said it was the worst he
had ever seen. My knee has to be immobilized .for three months. Then major and
arduous rehab would be required. It would take a full year to heal and it
might not heal100%. I would likely get arthritis in that knee when I got a
little older

I finally learned my lesson about staying away from Lisa. I just learned about
it one day too late. But I definitely had learned it now. Finally I am done
with that bitch for sure