The Premonition

Fem vs fem wrestling
Update: 11/01/1998 to misc3

	It is morning and as the new light sifts through my bedroom windows, I 
still feel the euphoriphic rush of the events of last night. I feel 
like the miner that found the first nugget that started the California 
gold rush. Only this discovery is mine alone and the find far more 
valuable than that gold nugget. The thought of it all has me firm 
already, but, I digress. The story begins, strangely enough, at work 
where I am a mid-level executive, plugging away as we all do. One of 
the secretaries, whom I have often seen in the place, and I have become 
quite good friends. 

 	She is a sweet girl, unfortunately a good bit younger than I, with a 
marvelous personality. We became closer friends over lunch, several 
times, where we found each other seated side by side or across and found 
that it was real easy to talk to each other. I learned that she was 
married with two pre-teen children and not entirely enamored with her 
marriage. She explained how she felt that her marriage was a mistake 
but she stayed married for the children's sake. Lana, while explaining 
this, never seemed daunted nor did she seem to be complaining. These 
were the facts and that was how it was. Being a veteran of several 
affairs, too many being of the heartbreaking variety, I could 
sympathize. Recently, we had gone to a neighborhood pub several times 
after work, where the conversation flowed like honey and I found my 
attraction growing. Strangely, although I was attracted to Lana, I 
could never make a move on her. In fact, because of the age difference 
I actually felt, well, almost paternal. I just wanted to coddle her and 
protect her, even though she was a well built young woman who didn't 
seem to need any protection at all. Interestingly, I felt no sexual 
tension whatsoever. This was a nice young woman, interesting and easy 
to talk to, attractive enough, but no erotic thoughts at all. 

	Two weeks ago, as I passed Lana's desk, I expected to exchange the usual 
pleasant words, but I was taken back when she asked: "Don't you belong 
to the Roosevelt Wrestling Club?" How Lana found out, I'll never know, 
but it certainly came as a shock to me. "Yes, I do," I answered but I 
was truly surprised that she knew. I fully expected her to laugh at me 
but instead she asked to see me at the pub after work. After work, I 
walked with her to the pub, asking her all the way how she found out. 
She said that she didn't want to talk about it until we got there. We 
arrived and settled into a secluded booth with our drinks. She asked if 
I was ashamed and I answered that I was not but it was not a part of my 
life that I would want to be made general knowledge. When Lana asked 
how I got started, I thought that maybe it was time to spill the beans. 
After all, Lana was almost like a daughter or kid sister - what did I 
have to lose? I trusted this lovely young lady and it would be a relief 
to tell the story. 

	"Well, Lana, here's the truth. Several years ago, I was in agony over a 
failed romance and while going through these dark times, I met another 
woman. I did not love her but her advances toward me salvaged what was 
left of my battered ego. I came to find out two things about this 
woman. One, she was married and two, she wrestled at an amateur club to 
keep fit and for some other darker reasons. Before I discovered that 
she was married, she had taken me to a number of her matches at the club 
and I became addicted. The people there were mostly very nice and it 
was great to be accepted by group of people at this fragile time for me. 
Also, the wrestling club had very strict rules, such as that 
intentionally injuring someone was not allowed. Sure enough, although I 
saw some pretty mean beatings take place, only once did I see any blood. 
Even that was unintentional, when a woman accidentally swung an elbow 
and split another girl's lip. That girl, split lip and all, was the 
winner that night. 

	I'm sure that many of the women woke up sore the next day, but no real 
damage was done, nor would it be tolerated. Jean was very nice at 
first, but it soon became obvious that she had a mean streak which, in 
fact, ultimately ended up causing the end of our small affair. She was 
still fairly new to the sport then, but, in spite of a couple of nasty 
beatings, it was obvious that she loved the competition and the 
exhibitionism and the release of her sadistic ways. Jean was fairly 
tall and lanky with large breasts, a thin waist, and sinewy legs. The 
most memorable feature of Jean's were her steely blue eyes. Not 
unattractive, but deadly in appearance. With her thin lips, sharp nose, 
and short bobbed hair, she could pull off a real transformation. With 
makeup and a hairdo, Jean was quite the looker. On the wrestling mat, 
she was a nerveless killer. I had seen her administer quite a lot of 
punishment to innocent girls over time and when I approached her about 
it she was very pragmatic. After all, if a woman would want to go onto 
the mat with her, didn't she deserve to get what she hoped to give to 
her opponent? I argued that, while that was true, she went a little too 
far in making the matches memorable. First, she would usually wait 
until she was good and ready to start a match, leaving her opponent to 
deal with her own nerves and sweat it out. Then, Jean would stare down 
the other woman while the referee gave pre-match instructions. 

	Incidentally, at the club all matches are refereed to insure that no one 
would be injured. Recently, a young man from Jean's work place had 
refereed many of her matches. He was a nice enough young man with a 
strong sense of fair play in all matches that didn't involve Jean. I 
later found out that he was rather ambitious, and Jean's boss, a lover I 
am certain, held the key to his immediate future. Because of that, he 
had turned his back on many of Jean's more punishing and less than legal 
moves. Jean always entered the mat area with a beautiful cape or robe. 
She tended to wear the slightest cut bathing suits or aerobic wear. 
Sometimes, I would have sworn that she was wearing underwear from 
Victoria's Secret. She loved the stares of the men as she flung the 
cape off and began her psyche act on her opponent. 

	By now, Jean is the acknowledged champion of the club, and very few 
women will go to the mat with her. Interestingly, she needs to win 4 
more matches in order to earn a $1,000 cash prize for most victories 
since the beginning of the year. Since the regulars won't go near her, 
rumor has it that she has been paying friends to bring new females for 
her to destroy. Oh yes, I know Jean well. We broke up amicably, but I 
kept my membership at the club. I started attending less regularly when 
I noticed her punishing an opponent extra if I had talked to them, no 
matter how casually, before a match. I go once or twice a month because 
the other bouts are always exciting and evenly matched. The camaraderie 
was still there and I feel quite at home. So does that explain?" I 
asked. 

	Lana sat transfixed while I related this to her and when I finished, we 
ordered another round of beers. "Why," I asked, "did you want to know 
this?" Lana's reply nearly floored me. "I want to wrestle," she said, 
"and I want you to be there to help me and sponsor me." This I did not 
want. As I said, I felt very protective towards Lana. Lana is short, 
but powerfully built, and yet I could not imagine her on the mat with 
that kind of competition. Also, Lana always dressed very 
conservatively, pants suits and the like, and I could not imagine her in 
a bathing suit or other wrestling gear. "Are you serious," I asked 
incredulously. She assured me that she was very serious and had been 
working out with a neighbor. "But why," I wanted to know. The answer 
was another bombshell. 

 	"I need the competition, the workout, and your attention." "You've 
got my attention," I protested, "but I couldn't stand to see you get 
hurt." She said, "I know the club rules and they would not allow me to 
be hurt seriously. Besides, I think you should worry about the safety 
of your other lady wrestling friends."  This made me chuckle but I had 
a feeling of fear in my stomach coupled with a strange excitement. 
"Let's have another beer and dream about what might have been" I 
offered. She stared me in the eye and replied, "On the third Tuesday of 
each month, the club has amateur night. I want you to sponsor me next 
week." I could protest no more and quietly agreed. Deep in my heart, I 
had a feeling that she probably could defeat most of the women there but 
what if she drew Jean as her opponent? This scared me.  I could only 
imagine Jean staring Lana down, Lana dressed in her business pants suit. 

	On amateur night, the new wrestler has to pick from two jars if she 
wishes to join the club and not just wrestle for one night. One jar has 
folded bits of paper saying one of two things on it - one fall or best 
of three falls. The other jar has the names of the member wrestlers in 
it. I tried to talk Lana into just wrestling as an amateur against 
another amateur, not to wrestle for membership. She was unswaying. She 
would take her chances with the jars and the competition. I reminded 
her of the possibility of drawing Jean as an opponent but she answered: 
"What are the chances? There are over two dozen women there on any 
given night." Lana had done her homework. 

	Now the club consisted of a very large room at one of the member's 
houses lined with soft but thin wrestling mats. Participants changed 
in separate rooms. There was much frivolity with drinks flowing freely. 
Most of the men were either boyfriends, husbands, relatives, or friends 
who served as audience and cheerleaders. I notified the club ahead of 
time that I was bringing a new potential inductee on Amateur Night and 
this was cause for a high level of anticipation, as I had never done 
this before. I could only hope that Jean would not find out, but of 
course, I knew she would. Maybe good luck would prevail, and her name 
would not be chosen. 

	As the night approached, I became more and more tense. After all, this 
was my "little girl" and I just couldn't imagine what was in store. 
Lana and I went to the pub every night that week. Of course, I tried 
consistently to talk her out of this but she was determined. I could 
see the excitement in her eyes and in the flush of her skin. I advised 
her to get her hair cut. Lana had long sensuous straight hair that I 
thought might cause her some pain in a match but she thought her husband 
might become suspicious. "You mean you haven't told Jerry?" "No, I 
don't want him to know. As far as he knows, I am going to a gym to 
workout with a friend. You will support me, won't you?" I melted. "Of 
course I will" I said, and I wanted to add that I would even protect her 
but I knew I couldn't. Trying to change the subject so that the hard 
ball of fear in my stomach would go away I asked what she would wear. 
"Well, it seems to me that the less I wear, the less my opponent will 
have to grab during the match. Seriously, I want to keep it a surprise 
until Tuesday, but I think you will like it." I couldn't even imagine. 
My little Lana wrestling in what, a formal business suit? 

	We didn't see each other that weekend, but we went to the pub after work 
on Monday. By now I was almost numb with worry. "Are you ready for 
this?" I asked, mostly hoping that she would change her mind. "Readier 
than ever. Jerry was awfully grouchy this weekend and treated me 
terribly. I really need to take it out on somebody." I hoped that that 
was true and by now I was even sure that she would win no matter who she 
faced. No matter who, that is, except the Club Champion, Jean. When I 
got to work on Tuesday, I didn't know if I wanted to see Lana or not, 
but it didn't matter, she was out. Good, I thought, she has had second 
thoughts and I didn't have to worry about her. About one hour from the 
end of the day, I got a message on my desk which said: "See you tonight 
at 7:00 sharp. L.A." The crazy ball of fear came back. I didn't eat 
dinner. Worse, I couldn't imagine what the night would hold. I knew a 
lot of my club friends would be there and I wanted us to look good. 
What would Lana look like? How would she do? How could I help her? 
These were all questions that were burning in me. 

	I left my apartment at 6:45, and frankly, I don't even remember driving 
to the club house, so deep were my thoughts. I had already arranged to 
meet Lana outside so that we would go in together. Sure enough, there 
was Lana's car and there was Lana. I walked over to her car trying to 
wet my nervously dry lips. Lana got out and greeted me with a nice soft 
kiss. This surprised me as we had never even held hands before. "How 
do you feel?" I asked. "Great, she said, "and I really want to kick 
some butt tonight." "Aren't you nervous?" 

	"A little, but Jerry and I had a bad argument over dinner, and I am 
really ready to go." Lana looked like she meant every bit of it. God, 
she looked good. She had a short skirt and nice blouse on. She went to 
the trunk of the car and retrieved a gym bag, I presumed, correctly, 
with her wrestling togs in it. "What's in there?" I asked as though I 
didn't know. "Get cute, will you? I told you it is a surprise and I 
sure hope you like it." "Yeah, tease me some more," I thought, "like I 
am not upset enough already." 

	We entered the club, and were heartily greeted by most of the attendees. 
An amateur match between a matronly housewife and a college student had 
resulted in a draw as both contestants were fairly inept. However, the 
beer was flowing freely and the atmosphere was both happy and excited. 
As I introduced Lana to the male members, I noticed quite a bit of 
ogling. Where have I been? I looked upon this splendid female as a 
paternal figure would. Was it time to see her in another way? I felt a 
wave of excitement. As we moved through the introductions, the women, 
by and large were cordial, but just a little stand-offish. Then, there 
she was. 
 
	The dreaded Jean! Wearing a cocktail dress, and dolled up she 
practically snarled her greeting to Lana, who seemed unperturbed by it 
all. I noticed that on this night, Jean brought along her husband Bill. 
I don't like Bill much. He is stocky, a real smart-ass, and a genuine 
leach. He was ogling Lana but good during the introduction, and Jean 
noticed. The director and house owner, Art, came over to us just to 
check on whether or not we were going through with this. We replied 
that we were ready. I looked at Lana. She didn't even seem nervous. 
She was obviously enjoying all this attention. After all, who was this 
strong-built young lady who comes with a club member and challenges for 
membership on her first night. 

	Jean was staring daggers and belting down her drinks rather quickly. 
Art stood on the mats and quieted the crowd of about 50 people down. I 
noticed that Jean had two of her friends with her. Anne, a very pretty 
but slight woman whose wrestling talents were questionable and Nancy, a 
large Polish woman who was not very attractive but very strong. 
However, she was not too fast, in fact, rather slow which sometimes was 
her downfall on the mat. They tended to do whatever Jean wanted and the 
only one of the two who had actually faced Jean on the mat was Anne, 
about two years ago, and who got the beating of her life. Since then, 
she was practically Jean's slave. They were whispering as Lana came 
forward to pick from the jars. Tension filled the room, as Lana reached 
into the first jar and drew a slip of paper. 

	Art opened it up and read: "Best of three falls." My heart sank! 
That's a lot of wrestling for the first outing. Now more tension. 
Would it be Anne, a woman I knew Lana could beat? Would it be Nancy, 
someone whom I felt Lana could not beat but would give a good account of 
herself? Or maybe one of the newer members, people that perhaps Lana 
could handle. Lana reached her hand into the jar and withdrew a slip of 
paper. Art unfolded it and declared that the new wrestler, Lana, would 
match against Jean. Our luck had completely run out. I wanted to grab 
her hand and run. But Lana was outwardly cool and had a determined look 
on her face. The ladies were given 30 minutes to prepare for the best 
of three match. During that time, the audience would eat, drink, and 
make merry in anticipation of the kill. This did not promise to be a 
long match, even if it was best of three. I walked Lana to the other 
room, where she would change for the match. "Lana," I said, " If you 
want to back out, I'll gladly take you out of here. 
 
	We can go to the pub and have a nice drink and forget this whole nutty 
idea." "Are you crazy? I have been so looking forward to this, I can't 
even tell you. Wait till they raise my hands in victory. Then you'll 
be proud of me. Wait here while I change." During the eternity of five 
minutes that it took Lana to change into her wrestling outfit, I went 
into the other room to get a beer. Some of the men came over to me in 
sympathy and told me I should whisk her out of there. I said that I 
really had no choice but to support her decision. Bill and his stinking 
cigar came over and he offered his hand: 

	"Tough luck, old buddy. Your friend's definitely a looker but my wife 
will make mincemeat of her in seconds." This angered me but I really 
couldn't disagree. Only my pride kept me from begging him to have Jean 
go easy on Lana. "Well, we'll see, won't we Bill" God I wished I 
hadn't said that, but what the hell, a little bravado goes a long way 
when you are as worried as I. One of my friends said that Lana wanted 
to see me in the other room. I knocked on the door and she said to come 
in. She arose from the chair and I saw that she was wearing a purple 
velvet robe. Tres chic, I thought. "Are you ok?" "I want to get it on 
already", she said. "How do you like it?" "I love the robe." "Well, 
how about this?" she said as she tore off her robe. She was wearing a 
tight, sexy, purple suit and, this I couldn't believe, purple matching 
sneakers. "Where did you get those?" "Believe it or not, I found them 
at a Pic-Way." As she turned around, I was impressed by what I saw. 
Since I had never even seen Lana's knees, this was a revelation. 
Beautiful, creamy-smooth, powerfully-built legs attached to the sassiest 
rear. The suit was so tight that half her derriere was exposed and it 
looked wonderful. The bra portion was designed so as to thrust the bulk 
of her marvelous bosoms upward. I was, for the first time, aroused by 
Lana. Then, just as I was going to throw myself to the floor pleading 
with her to give it up, she said: "I have some baby oil. Would you rub 
it on for me?" As she sat down, I poured the oil in my palms and began 
to message it gently into her shoulders. She was tense at first but as 
I massaged I could feel her relax. "Would you rub it into my legs?" 
Oh, God, would I! I did this and hid my arousal as she lay her head 
back and closed her eyes. I might have rubbed oil a little higher on 
her legs than, say, a brother would to his sister, but she just cooed. 
Just then, there was a knock on the door. 
 
	It was time. Lana stood up and adjusted her suit. As she flung the 
robe around, she was a sexy vision in purple. Her luscious compact body 
would have to serve her well tonight. We came out to the combat area 
amid the cheers of a, by now, boisterous crowd. Lana kept her robe on 
and I think I detected a wave of genuine modesty come over her. At this 
point, she would have been much more comfortable in that business suit. 
We waited for Jean. And we waited some more. Her psyche-out was 
working on me, that's for sure. Lana looked determined, but I could 
sense her fear now. I whispered in her ear "remember Jerry." That 
seemed to have worked, as Lana again put on her game face. 

	Ten minutes later, Jean made her grand entrance, accompanied by her two 
friends. Her fat husband Bill was leading the cheers for her. She had 
on a custom-made long black cape trimmed in gold. She walked right up 
to Lana, stared her in the eye, snarled, spun around and pranced back 
to her corner. She sensed fresh meat. I know, because I have seen her 
in action in instances such as these. She didn't plan to wrestle very 
long and she felt that she would not even break a sweat tonight. I 
waited for her to take off her robe because she usually wore the most 
revealing wrestling wear and reveled in the male attention. A shock! 
She gingerly removed and folded her cape, revealing herself to be 
wearing spandex bicycle pants and top! Not very revealing but it 
certainly made her look tough. The men were not too impressed even 
though her outfit was skin tight. It was plain and covered her almost 
completely. 

	Now it was Lana's turn to remove her robe. I helped her and I could 
hear the collective gasp from the male segment. Unfortunately, so could 
Jean. Old Bill's cigar almost fell out of his mouth which Jean also 
noticed. Lana was plainly a knockout, even though slightly but, to me, 
sexily flawed with large thighs and some cellulite! She was a knockout 
but I just hoped that she wouldn't get knocked out. The last stroke of 
bad luck now took place. The referee was Lance, whom Jean had in her 
pocket. Well, I thought, at least the rules still hold - no injuries. 
It didn't do any good for me to remember that Jean was suspended twice 
for causing same. 

	Lance called the women to the center of the room and explained the 
rules. Jean stared daggers at Lana, who suddenly looked so helpless. I 
wanted to snatch her right out of there and wrap her up in safety. Lana 
did not look at Jean until the instructions were over. Then she reached 
out her hand, but Jean just slapped it, sneered and spun on her heels. 
"Don't worry, Hon, I'll have a beer with you in one minute," she 
hollered to Bill. "Saving' a place for you baby. Kill her!" Jean 
turned to look at me and I saw that she was going to get even with me 
every transgression that she ever thought I was guilty of. 

	The bell rang. The psyching was over, the grappling to begin. I could 
see me taking my dear sweet Lana home in about two minutes. The girls 
circled each other. I really wished that Lana would have cut her hair. 
Not that it wasn't sexy as hell, hanging down to her butt cheeks, but I 
could see that Jean could exploit it. Suddenly, Lana grabbed Jean by 
the head, knelt down, and threw her over and to the mat, knocking the 
wind out of Jean. She picked the shocked Jean up by her hair and gave 
her a forearm to the throat. Then a quick knee to the solar plexus and 
Jean was flat on her back gasping for air. The black-adorned figure 
looked truly shocked. But Lana was not about to give up the advantage. 
She indelicately lifted Jean to her feet again, and delivered a knee to 
the forehead. Jean went down like a shot, a look of amazement on her 
face. Jean had seriously underestimated this new girl. I was elated. 
Lana was better than I could have imagined. A knee drop to Jean's 
throat took all the wind out of her. Lana was a whirling dervish, 
totally in command and feeling more confident by the second. The crowd 
had gotten quiet, uncertain whether to believe what they were seeing. 
Now, as Lana methodically strutted around her almost unconscious prey, 
they were cheering. Lana dropped her legs on Jean's prone body, causing 
her to curve into a "V" shape. Then, the coup de grace, a leg scissors. 
Jean hadn't had a chance to mount any kind of attack and now she was 
helpless in the grasp of this rank amateur. Lana squeezed her powerful 
legs, turning up the pressure. Jean kicked, squirmed, shimmied, but 
couldn't break the hold. What's more, Lana's powerful thighs, large as 
they were, were blocking the path of air into the audibly gasping Jean's 
mouth. Lana screamed out "Do you give?" No answer. Jean was a 
formidable champion and she was not going to give in easily. "Do you 
give?" Jean squirmed but she was running out of gas fast. 

	Bill was hollering "C'mon Baby" but I don't know if he was referring to 
his powerful wife or this young upstart. Jean's friends were hiding 
their faces, too shocked to looked, but they could hear Jean struggling 
to breathe. Again, "Do you give?" With her last breath, Jean, 
completely in agony and disgraced, softly said "yes." Lana, now 
completely in command and loving every second, looked at me and winked. 
"I couldn't hear you." Lana then began pounding on her own thighs to 
send shock waves of pain to Jean's head and neck. "Louder!" "I give 
up!" "Please, let me up!" This was a side of sweet Lana that I had 
never seen. There was nothing but determination on her face and she was 
taking sadistic pleasure in beating on the club champ. Also, she was 
not going to give this hold up easily. "Break," said Lance, "It's over, 
let her alone." The crowd was cheering wildly. Even Bill was clapping. 
When he noticed other people staring at him, he hollered "Make her stop, 
she cheated!" 

	Still, Lana wouldn't let the comatose Jean up. Lance asked me to help 
him break it up but I refused. Here was the toughest girl in the club, 
the Club Champion, thoroughly beaten and pleading for mercy from a woman 
whose only experience with wrestling was with a neighbor. Finally, Lana 
bored of this and with one last painful shiver, released the broken Jean 
from the hold. She got up and circled the devastated Jean, spitting out 
insult after insult. I was so elated I was jumping up and down with 
glee. Lana turned to the audience and hollered: "Is this your best?" 
She strutted into the crowd, high fiving her new friends. Then she came 
over to me and gave me a great hug. Art jumped in and announced: "The 
winner of the first fall - Lana!" There will be a 5 minute rest period 
before the next fall if Lana should decide to go on." 

	In a challenge match such as this, the challenger has the option of 
wrestling to the best of three falls for a possible cash prize or 
claiming victory after winning the first fall. As I sat Lana down on a 
chair at the other end of the mat, I said: "Well, baby, you did it. Go 
get changed and we'll go celebrate." The crowd had abandoned to the 
other room for quick refreshments, buzzing about what they had just 
seen. "Are you crazy?" I want to finish the job." "Look, Lana, you 
earned that fall but Jean is a veteran. She has been in against some of 
the toughest and biggest women I have ever seen. Let well enough be and 
lets get out of here a winner." 

	Actually, it was hard to say this with conviction. Lana didn't have a 
hair out of place. She didn't sweat one little drop. And, she looked 
like a goddess in purple out there. Totally in control and totally 
dominant. But I knew Jean, and I didn't want to take a chance on 
anything happening to my precious baby. "Now you just relax," she said 
sweetly. I have things completely in control. You didn't think I could 
do what I did, so relax and have confidence." Then she reached up, put 
her hand on the side of my face and gave me a kiss that melted me. "Ok, 
baby, destroy her," I said filled with the euphoria of the moment. I 
was falling hard. The crowd started noisily filtering back into the 
room, as I massaged Lana's shoulders. I looked over and saw that Jean 
was being tended to by the two ladies but she was still breathing hard. 
She didn't look too good. Her makeup was smeared, her bobbed hairdo was 
lop-sided and she was covered with perspiration. Dare I imagine the 
impossible? 

	Art got everyone's attention at center mat. "Lana, do you choose to 
close the night victorious over the club champion with a full membership 
as the prize or do you choose to enter the arena for another fall?" 
Lana stood up, smiled sweetly at the crowd, and said "Let's get it on!" 
It could have been my imagination, but it looked like Jean was pleading 
to me with her eyes "Make her stop." The bell rang. Lana had been 
jumping up and down, limbering up, looking magnificent. If I didn't 
feel so paternal towards her, I probably would have been aroused. It 
looked like Jean might not get up out of her chair. Finally she arose 
with some help and wobbled around the mat, but she looked mighty 
defensive, a posture in which I was not used to seeing. Lana ran at her 
and necktied her around the neck, dropping Jean like a shot. I think 
Jean was sobbing now. 

	"Lana, I hollered, "get her in a leg scissors! Finish her off!" I 
don't think Lana heard me over the crowd noise. She strutted around to 
the cheering crowd. Unfortunately, this prancing gave Jean time to get 
some cobwebs out of her head. She reached out and tripped Lana, who 
fell with a noisy bang. This knocked the wind out of her for a second. 
Fortunately, Jean was not completely aware yet and didn't jump at the 
advantage. Lana got up, a little slowly, and delivered a rabbit punch 
to the back of Jean's neck. This hurt her and caused her to drop flat 
on her face, but the shock was over and the senses were coming back. 
Again, Lana didn't press the advantage. She stood with her arms raised 
and then took a bow for the crowd. This pleased them no end, as her 
boobs all but fell out of her lovely lavender suit. 

	As Lana was bowing, Jean drove her forearm up between Lana's legs where 
she caught the spot with enough force to make Lana lose her breath. She 
fell to her knees. This was the first bit of pain she felt from her 
opponent and she couldn't react because of the shock. Jean, senses now 
revived, put a stranglehold on the kneeling Lana. Jean was now the 
tiger of old. She had been beaten and deeply humiliated - now it was 
payback time. If she could humiliate Lana worse that she had been, 
maybe the crowd will forget the god-awful beating she had taken. 

	The enraged and powerful Jean shook Lana in circles. Lana looked 
shocked and was struggling to breathe. Jean had gotten away with two 
illegal moves. The crotch punch was strictly forbidden. And now she 
was choking Lana and Lance wasn't going to do anything about it. The 
only reason Jean stopped the hold was because she could see the men, 
especially her husband Bill, were thoroughly enjoying seeing Lana's 
beautiful boobs being twisted almost out of that sexy suit. She 
released the hold and Lana dropped like a rag doll. Jean stomped her 
neck. She stomped her stomach. Then she lifted her legs and it looked 
like Lana was helpless to defend against what looked like a crotch kick 
on the way. 

	Jean held back and stomped her thigh instead. Lana screamed. My baby 
was in plenty of trouble. Jean was just getting started and she had a 
lot of making up to do. Using Lana's long hair, Jean began a series of 
flips, again, illegal because she was using hair. Eight flips. Nine 
flips. Each one putting Lana flat on the mat and a little more helpless 
than the one before. Thirteen flips. When would Jean stop? These 
aren't killer moves, but they leave their mark. Twenty consecutive 
flips. Lana's lovely back was beat red. Twenty seven hair flips. The 
crowd is counting! My goodness, they change allegiance fast. Thirty 
one and Jean is still going strong. Lana looks like a broken doll with 
her back now the same color as her suit. At thirty five, Jean stops. 
Bored. 

	Now she grabs the sobbing Lana by the hair and pulls her over to where I 
am sitting. "Is this your little wrestler now? How do you like her 
now? "Leave her alone!" I holler. Whoops, wrong thing to say. I see 
the sadistic streak in her eyes light up. "Oh yeah? Well how about 
this." Jean pulls the helpless Lana's suit strap down, exposing the 
most magnificent boob I swear I have ever seen. Then she smacks that 
boob with a loud audible crack. I don't think that that hurts as much 
as it humiliates. She carries Lana over to the rest of the crowd and 
does the same. Some applaud and ask her to smack it again. Some scream 
out angrily to let her go. Jean's bloodthirst is now in full gear. 

	"Humiliate me, will you!" Take this." She grabs Lana's suit around the 
back and flips her, exposing more than an entire cheek. Jean tugs on 
Lana's suit so as to expose her rear to me. Jean throws her on her back 
where the gasping Lana lies prone and still. She grabs a handful of 
hair and asks: "Do you give up?" Lana barely cries "Oh yes!" The only 
ones who can hear are Jean and Lance. "Say it again, you little shit!" 
"I do give up, please don't hurt me anymore." "Who is the better 
wrestler?" "You are, by far, please let me go and don't hurt me 
anymore." 

	Lance looks at Jean and she shakes her head. In her mind she still 
hasn't extracted enough revenge. She stands up and faces the crowd. "I 
am your champion. Watch what a champion does to this pretender." She 
grabs the other side of Lana's suit, yanks her up by it and struts the 
gasping girl around, one breast exposed and red but looking luscious as 
it flops around. Both sides of the suit are raised and it looks like 
Lana has on a G-string. Unfortunately, Jean is not done with her yet. 
She picks up Lana and carries her around on her shoulders in a back-
breaker. Jean screams: "Who is the superior wrestler?" Lana says 
gladly: "You are!" "Who is the superior woman?" "You are!" In 
reality, Lana looks twice as good in defeat as Jean does in victory. 
The crowd, sensing complete domination, is in a total noisy frenzy. 
Jean's two girlfriends are taunting Lana now; "Wait till we get you!" 
Finally Jean screams: "Do you give up?" Lana, in pain in a backbreaker, 
almost totally nude, opens her mouth to give when Jean slams her arm up 
against her jaw so that she can't say it. "Do you give?"  And Jean 
shakes Lana violently, a painful but not dangerous hold. "Do you give 
up?" 

	Lana is screaming silently, "Yes, leave me!" One more time, and Lana 
blurts out "I give!" At this point, the fall should be over. But now 
Jean will not relinquish this hold. Lance signals the end of the match 
and walks off to get a beer. Jean struts around with her prize. I 
can't say anything or Jean will really hurt my girl. Jean walks over to 
her friends and has a friendly conversation while holding the beaten 
Lana in the backbreaker. Art steps up and warns Jean that if she 
doesn't let Lana go, she will lose the match. Jean considers this, and 
then decides that Lana is not worth it, even though it would be fun to 
spend the rest of the evening with the helpless Lana draped around her 
neck in a painful hold like some sort of decoration. 

	Art announces that there will be a 10 minute intermission before the 
final fall. I run out and carry the still lovely, if sweaty, Lana back 
to the dressing room. There, she begins sobbing about how I must have 
lost respect for her. I gently pick her up and hug and kiss her. "I 
have more respect for you than any woman on earth right now. You are in 
your first match and you kicked her butt in the first fall. I think you 
can do it again in the last fall." I don't know why I said that. I 
really didn't want her out there again. 

	"Will you oil me?" Is this heaven or what? I put her strap back but 
first I oiled her lovely red boob to soothe it. The amazing thing is 
that this seemed as natural as rubbing her shoulders. I rubbed her 
scarlet back. She had been slammed to the mat over thirty times and the 
oil must have felt great. I went out and got us a beer while she 
adjusted the rest of her suit. When I came back, I oiled her legs. 
Then I had to oil her lovely flower which led to some real panting. We 
were going to do the dance when the door knocked. "Lana, it's time." I 
looked at her and knew that we were in love, more passionately now than 
two people have ever been. "Let's throw in the towel!" "Not till I 
humiliate that witch!" I heard her words but I knew that she was weary 
and probably thoroughly beaten. Still, she was going out to do battle. 

	The crowd, a little tanked at this point, cheered when we came out. No 
Jean. Five minutes later, still no Jean. Finally, ten minutes later, 
strutting with her entourage of biddies, out comes Jean. She walks 
right up to a waiting Lana and spurts: "Ready for more punishment by 
your master?" At that moment I feel, for the first time, the fear in 
Lana. "I give up, I have had enough" she whispers quietly, her head 
hung down. The raging crowd doesn't hear her. She stands there trying 
to regain her composure. "Your master insists that you claim her 
complete dominance over you loudly!" 

	With a sense of relief I see that Lana is going to end this madness by 
ceding the match loudly, when suddenly, a knee lifts to her crotch. She 
slumps over. Again, Jean resorts to illegal moves. The people in the 
crowd never heard her concede so they believe that the match is on. 
With one last burst of energy, Lana raises her fists to Jean's crotch, 
dropping her too. The two women gasp for breath. They are eye to eye. 
They begin hammering each other in the chest, first one then the other. 
Poor Lana is too weak to keep this up with the stronger and more 
determined Jean. Her punches get weaker as Jean's get stronger. 

	Jean hauls back and delivers a devastating blow to Lana.  This knocks 
her right over and on her back. She turns over on her stomach and tries 
to get up. Jean is now standing over her kicking her back so that every 
time Lana attempts to get up, she is flattened. Then Jean gets an idea. 
Seeing Lana's hair all over the place, she grabs a bunch of it and 
begins to strangle poor Lana. If only she had cut her hair. Lana is 
drooling but Jean shows no mercy. Then another idea. With Lana on all 
fours, she pulls her hair down in front and uses it to suffocate Lana. 
This is all too effective and Lana almost passes out. Jean lets up and 
takes a breath. She grabs a fistful of Lana's hair and screams to the 
crowd "What would you like me to do to her?" They chant, "remove the 
top of her suit." This is easy because there is very little fight left. 
I don't know how anybody can take that kind of beating and still look 
sexier than her opponent. "What next?" "Smack her boobs!" Jean does 
this with a vengeance and then gets behind Lana and puts her in a 
bearhug. Lana gasps for breath and is powerless to hide. Nobody is 
complaining though. 

	Jean then starts to realize that the men are ogling her opponent, not 
her. This enrages her and she lifts Lana off the mat and slams her rear 
down on her knee. The shriek and the thud can be heard clearly 
everywhere. Lana is now on her back with her legs spread and pointing 
at me. Jean notices the dynamic of this situation and says to me "Here, 
look at this, if you like it so much!" She yanks the bottom front of 
Lana's sexy lavender suit sideways, exposing the flesh beneath.  Some 
other men can also see what is happening, and I see that their jaws are 
slack. Lana knows what is happening but is powerless to stop it. A 
week ago in the pub, I am sure she never dreamed the night would end 
like this.	If she had lighter competition, I am sure the night would not 
have ended like this. But then, would I have fallen so passionately in 
love?  This magnificent creature, so beautiful, so vivacious, so much 
fun, was about to be humiliated for the final time that night. 

	There is a kind of bout that they hold there called a Four Corners 
match. The winner drags the loser to each corner against their will. 
This is rarely done but tonight Jean is turning this into that kind of 
match. She drags physically, the helpless but beautiful Lana to each 
corner, smacking her face audibly at each stop. The crowd pleads "Do it 
again!" They like it because my Lana's top is still down. Once again, 
Lana is dragged to all four corners and slapped. Now she turns her over 
on her knee, pulls that marvelous lavender suit up over strong, gorgeous 
buttocks and spanks her prey, Lana. Jean is now very tired and can't 
think of much more to do to her beaten challenger. So she puts her on 
her back and pins her. Lance counts to three. Jean says: "Again!" 
This charade goes on till the count reaches 30. Then, in one final 
blaze of glory, Jean again lifts my baby on her back, the dreaded 
backbreaker again, and carries her out into the audience. 

	She walks over to Bill "Ask her if she gives!" Bill says "Have you seen 
who the superior woman is?", and Lana says "Jean is the better woman. 
Please make her put me down. Please, I give!" Then Jean walks her over 
to Art and asks the same thing. "Please, yes, I give up." Then she 
walks her over to her two biddy friends and asks them. "Hey bitch, do 
you give? Did you think that you were tough after that first fall?  
Wait till you get into the ring with us." "Please have her put me down. 
I give - she is the best!" Jean drops her like a sack of potatoes. I 
get up to help her but Jean cuts me off. "Well, what do you think of 
the beating I gave your little girlfriend? I hope you're proud of her. 
Anytime you want a real woman, see me." I reply, "She is the real 
woman. No one will ever forget the terrible beating she gave you in the 
first fall. You not only conceded but you were helpless. She beat you 
bad and nothing you can say or do will change that. And another thing, 
all the men's eyes were on her all night, not you. That's why you were 
so pissed. She out-looked you and outfought you and you can't live it 
down." 

	Her eyes flashed anger, but then a calm look took over and she stepped 
aside, where I could see that my baby was getting additional punishment 
from her two idiot friends. I run over and carry my Sweetie to safety 
and then back to the dressing room. She is okay, but her ego hurts. I 
rub her with oil. I gently remove the suit in which she looked like a 
goddess in lavender. It is sweaty now, but that arouses me more. She 
is wearing nothing underneath and I gently spread the soothing oil. 
Actually, except for her cheeks being red, her boobs being pink from the 
workout that they got, and some hair missing, she was in pretty fine 
shape. I oil her boobs gently and I see her close her eyes 
appreciatively. I oil her legs and buttocks. I towel her off and help 
her get dressed. In her short mini, she looks good as new. 

	"I can't face those people now, she says. "Don't worry, they know 
spirit when they see it and frankly, I think they fell in love with you 
too." The door knocks and one of the wives, a reasonably good wrestler 
named Dotty, comes in. "How are you Honey? You took an awful beating 
but it was worth seeing you humiliate her at the start. Is this really 
your first match?" Lana nods yes. "Well, you are just too good and 
have too much heart to give up now." "I don't believe I ever want to 
face Jean again." "Don't worry, nobody wants to face her." 

	I carry Lana's gym bag out and she is greeted with loud applause. 
"Please don't leave, have a beer and chat with us!" We stay for a 
while. I see that all this attention has Jean sulking in a corner. 
Jean hasn't even bothered changing. She is sucking down beers with Anne 
and Nancy, getting no attention from Bill or anyone else. I notice that 
Lana is afraid to make eye contact with her, afraid that the mean 
spirited Jean will start something and beat her up again. Jean won in a 
real big way, but she stays away showing respect. Another match begins 
and the attention is diverted to the mat. We slip out the door. As I 
walk Lana to the car, I stroke her long hair and tell her that she will 
never have to wrestle Jean again. She shrugs her shoulders and says, 
"She may have won but I feel that I have made new friends tonight and I 
loved the attention, especially from you. She may beat me next time but 
not as easily and I will get the attention again." Somehow, I thought 
she had a point. She wasn't in work the next day but a day later she 
returned. Would she still talk to me? Does she realize how much in 
love with her I am? I nervously walk up to her desk. She looks up at 
me blankly through her business glasses. My heart sinks. She gives me 
an air kiss. "See you at the pub later? I want to talk about wrestling 
that bimbo blonde Anne." "Good choice!" I say with relief.  "See you 
at 5." 


NIGHTS IN WHITE Chapter II 

	Well, it is finally the end of a most unusual week. A week that started 
with a friendship and companionship relationship and ended up with me 
being full-out in love. I sit at my desk and rehash the events that led 
up to this. My buddy, Lana, a pretty young lady who works in my 
building decided that she wanted to wrestle at the Roosevelt Wrestling 
Club where I am a member. She asked me to sponsor her wrestling debut 
at the club, which I did very much against my better judgment. On 
Tuesday, it happened but the events that took place were beyond anything 
I could have imagined. Lana was the hit of the night; an instant club 
favorite. Although she took some bad lumps that night, she had her 
moment in the sun when she humiliated the club champion and had her 
pleading for mercy. Unfortunately, the rest of the match didn't go as 
well for her. However, she earned the respect of her opponent, Jean, 
and the admiration and respect of everyone in attendance that fateful 
evening. To say nothing of the fact that I had fallen in love and lust. 
By the end of the evening she was being toasted as the best thing to 
happen to the club in a very long time. It was Friday and I couldn't 
wait for the day to be over, as Lana and I were going to have a drink 
together at the local pub. 

	At 5, I go over to where Lana's desk is and see that she is 
straightening up for the weekend. She looks so demure and business-like 
standing there in her blue pants suit and glasses, her beautiful hair 
pulled back sternly in berets. You would never know that a tiger is 
hiding in those clothes. As I approach, I feel that tinge of excitement 
in my gut. "Ready?" "Ready," she sighs. 

	We are quiet as we walk around the block to the pub. We order our 
drinks and sit in a secluded booth. "How are things at home?" I ask. 
"The usual. Help the kids with their homework, cook, put up with 
Jerry's hanging around." I wondered what her kids would have thought if 
they could have seen their mother strutting around in a sexy bathing 
suit while being cheered by a crowd of men and women well-wishers, a 
defeated woman champion groveling at her feet. Never mind what 
followed. That was a sight I'll never forget. And here she is now, 
covered from head to toe in business clothes, wearing glasses, and 
looking into my eyes. "You know," I offer, "you have changed things at 
the club. I spoke to Art and they are now moving ahead with plans to 
install an actual ring with ropes in the wrestling room. He couldn't 
stop blubbering about how great you were. I sort of implied that your 
wrestling career was over. You got it out of your system and that was 
that." "Are you crazy?" she yelped incredulously? "I have a record of 
0-1 and I can't abide with that. I need a victory bad." "But Honey," I 
said, I don't want anything to happen to you." "Well, I know I can't 
beat Jean. In fact, I never will be able to, especially since she 
doesn't wrestle clean. But I'd love to have at that wench Anne. I 
could really delight in knocking her block off. By the way, Jean forced 
me to say that she was the better woman. Is she?" "God, no," I said 
honestly. "She isn't half the woman you are. If she were made to 
wrestle clean, you might have even taken her." Actually, Lana did have 
a chance to win but she was showing off to an adoring crowd and she 
aggravated a truly tough woman, bringing about her own sadistic and 
thorough beating. "I'll call Art and see about getting you a match in 2 
weeks. But I don't think that you want Anne just yet. She is not very 
good or very big but she can hurt you at this stage. Let me get you 
somebody a little easier." Lana said; "Well, I would like to get that 
first win under my belt. Five wins and I won't be an amateur anymore." 
This was true, and as a pro at the club, Lana would be eligible to win 
much needed prize money. We finished our drinks and bade each other a 
nice weekend, while really wishing that we were spending it together. 

	I called Art, and he said that he didn't think that many of the regulars 
would be too interested in mixing it up with Lana, after her fine 
showing the other night. But there was Sue, a fairly new member who 
wasn't there the evening of Lana's match and she needed a fifth win to 
change her amateur status. "Fine, I said. I had seen Sue wrestle 
twice. She was a Junior in college and took this up to stay in shape. 
Not terribly attractive, she usually wore aerobic gear which was not 
that appealing to me. Her record at the club was only 4 wins with 9 
losses, so I wasn't too worried about her, although she could be 
treacherous. Three of her wins were over the same opponent. After the 
last one, a particularly vicious and humiliating defeat for that 
opponent, the girl never came back. That is the girl I would have liked 
for my Lana to meet and beat. A very easy victory indeed but that poor 
girl never showed her face again. I was just a little leery of Sue. 
She was average in build but she had the strength of youth. She was 
almost 20 years younger that my sweet Lana and I felt that she could be 
dangerous. But I told Art to arrange the match. 

	Over the next two weeks, Lana and I got closer. We discussed wrestling 
strategy and how she might become club champ in a short time. We had 
dinner on the Monday prior to the match. "Are you ready for your second 
match?" I asked. "Oh yeah, this will be a cinch," she replied. "Don't 
be so sure, this woman is young and strong and I advise caution" I said, 
still feeling very protective of my loved one. "Have you been working 
out with Diane, your neighbor?" "Well, no, I haven't had time, what 
with the kids and all." "Well, then, have you been doing your stay-in-
shape exercises?" "A little," she said sheepishly. I could feel that 
ball of worry come back to my gut. "Lana, if you are going to do this 
thing, you have to do it right. I'll call Art and have him cancel the 
match." "Please don't," she said longingly. "I'm in good enough shape 
and I know I'll take this woman out quickly." Again, I could not say no 
to my baby, but I sure felt that I should. 

	I stopped by Lana's desk the following day. "Well, how are you feeling, 
Lovely?" I asked. She looked up at me, took off her glasses and said; 
"With you there to support me, nothing can stand in my way." "Are you 
going to wear the lavender outfit, this time?" "No, I have another 
surprise for you." "What is it?" I asked impatiently. "No, no, I will 
not tell. You will see when you get there, but it is far sexier than 
the lavender." I couldn't even imagine what could be more sexy that the 
lavender outfit of the last match. Also, I knew that money was tight 
for Lana so she couldn't indulge herself in a lot of new outfits, what 
with Jerry not working and the kids always needing something. But my 
curiosity caused a little surge between my legs. Sexier than the 
lavender? I will never be able to get out of my mind the beautiful 
things I had seen that night, courtesy of Jean's eventual total 
domination of my lovely girl and Jean's sadistic exhibitionism. But 
that worked in my favor because Jean made sure that I saw all of the 
pretty parts, having no idea how exciting it was to me. I would just 
have to wait to see the surprise. To think that two weeks ago, I had 
never even seen Lana's ankles. "I'll meet you outside again at the same 
time, ok?" I asked. "That's fine,' Lana said, "and you will see a real 
exhibition in domination." "I'm going to win, and win big for you." 
Yes, I thought, and for every other male in the place. I noticed how 
Lana craved the attention of the audience, but she seemed to be enamored 
with me and that was all I cared about. If she wins this match, her 
reputation will grow. If she humiliates Sue, it will grow even further 
which will aggravate Jean, who will be powerless to do anything about 
it. Pros are not allowed to challenge amateurs. This was going to be 
an interesting night. 

	I meet Lana at her car that night. She was wearing a one-piece tight 
red pants suit and she looked marvelous. "How are you feeling?" I 
asked. Lana said: "I am really raring to go. The kids were monsters 
tonight and Jerry was no help. After all that, Sue will be a stone 
cinch." "I hope so," I thought. Somehow I knew that it wouldn't be the 
picnic that Lana did. As we entered, Lana was met with wild cheering. 
These people are genuinely glad to have her there. Even, Bill, the 
leech, came up and told Lana that she has a great future there. Jean 
doesn't come forward, but rather sips on her drink in the back, giving 
me come-on looks. I don't bite. Dottie, the blond wrestler that was so 
kind at the last match, gives Lana a big hug and really makes her feel 
welcome. Dottie has troubles of her own. She is tied for second place 
with big Nancy and with only 4 weeks to go in this first season. Second 
place is good for $1000, while third place is good for only $300. She 
and Nancy will go at it next week and there will be a sell-out crowd for 
that event. They have wrestled three times and Dottie has never won. I 
feel sorry for her, but Dottie loves the sport and she really doesn't 
mind losing except that she loves to win money. She is always the first 
to volunteer to go on the annual club trip to the casinos. She again 
congratulates Lana on humiliating Jean, the week before. Other 
wrestlers and men also congratulate her and express how much they are 
looking forward to her coming matches. It is as though Lana won the 
match, what with everyone ignoring the fact that Jean maliciously 
debased poor Lana for quite a long time during that match. The place is 
crowded and jumping. Art comes over and introduces Sue. Sue is wearing 
a flannel shirt and jeans and is surprisingly much taller than my fair 
Lana. I am suddenly worried. Lana hasn't worked out and looks just a 
tad soft compared to the younger Sue. If Lana loses, or is humiliated, 
I don't know if she could recover. Other men are falling over 
themselves to talk to Lana and she is loving the attention. I am a 
little jealous, but not too much since I realize that Lana is an 
attention freak. I believe, and I hope with all my heart, that it is me 
that she cares for. Sue and a friend are pushed into the background and 
I see an evil look come over her as she turns and wheels toward one of 
the dressing rooms. I mingle a bit as I get a beer. Some of the men 
tell me how much they envy me. I overhear two women talking about 
tonight's match with Lana and Sue. "Yes, but she caught Jean by 
surprise or she would never have seen the second fall" says one woman. 
The other answers "She surprised Jean because she was so good and so 
tough." "Well," says the first, "Sue will make quick work of this rank 
amateur tonight." "I don't think so," says the other. I notice a 
presence to my right. It is Jean. "Are you two a thing, now?" she 
queried. I really wanted to say that we were but I couldn't. First of 
all, I don't know for sure if we are a thing, what with Lana being 
married and all. Second, I thought that if Jean got really jealous, she 
would find a way to draw my sweet Lana into another match, something I 
desperately wanted to avoid. "No, we are good friends though," I 
answered. "Maybe you and I can get together sometime," she said. I 
answered, "Jean, you are a very attractive and skilled lady, but your 
meanness is more than I can stand. Let us remain friends and I will 
continue to admire you tremendous abilities on the mat," I intoned. 
This seemed to please her, and she gently sipped her drink, smiled her 
most flirtatious smile, turned, and headed towards Bill, her obnoxious 
husband. I saw Dottie and wished her luck in the match next week, which 
I would be sure to watch. She thanked me and told me again what a 
wonderful person I had brought to the club. 

	Art went to the center of the wrestling area and got everyone's 
attention. There had already been a humdinger of an amateur bout on 
this night and now the crowd was thirsty for some real action. Was Lana 
a flash in the pan or was she a real comer? We would find out shortly. 
"Tonight's second bout features two of our most promising amateurs. 
This bout will start in 15 minutes." I accompanied Lana to her dressing 
room and left her there to change while I mingled. I was dying to find 
out what my surprise was. Lana said to return in 5 minutes for my 
surprise. While I moved through the crowd of about 60, I overheard 
Sue's friends talking. "Sue is really up for this one. She decided 
that she was going to be meaner, after talking to Jean." "Look what she 
did to Buffy. Buffy won't even show up here any more," said the other. 
Better not to listen, I thought. I knocked on the dressing room door 
and Lana said to come in. I closed the door behind me and saw Lana 
standing there in her lavender robe. No surprise yet. "Ready?" "God, 
am I ready, Love." "Will you oil me no matter what?" "I will," I said 
anxiously. Lana spun off the lavender robe, revealing the brightest 
white swimsuit, complete with white sneakers. I gasped. "You truly are 
a white goddess," I blurted. "Then you like it?" she asked knowing full 
well that my knees had gone weak. I did the slowest, most sensual 
oiling of a splendid human body ever done. Now, with her skin 
glistening, somewhat darker than the suit, I was ready to come, big 
time. The knock on the door came and we came out to the wrestling area 
to great applause. I was so proud, I was ready to burst. Lana wore her 
robe, but I had the feeling that she was not as modest this time as she 
was last time. She tore off her robe and I could feel the sexual 
tension in the room. Bill lost his cigar. Jean turned her head and 
gulped her drink. Dottie was whistling and screaming encouragement. 
Sue, who was already waiting, got a nasty look on her face. Lana was 
strutting and mugging for the appreciative fans. I figured that Lana's 
leg scissors would change Sue's expression soon enough. Art made the 
introductions, but he had trouble clearing his throat at first. Lana in 
white is so spectacular, that if she were on a beach with hundreds of 
women wearing different kinds of suits, she would still draw all the 
attention. 

	The bell rang. "Lana, stop playing to the audience and pay attention to 
Sue!" I hollered. She ignored me. She was not the least bit afraid of 
Sue and she was loving this attention. A grim-faced Sue put her in a 
painful armlock as Lana was strutting around. Lana screamed out. 
Welcome to reality. Sue quickly moved to an arm bar, a bear hug, a hip 
toss, a head lock, a toe hold, and now a hammerlock. She was fast and 
she was strong. The crowd was silent and in shock, expecting a way-too-
fast upset win for Sue. Sue increased the pressure on the hammerlock. 
She screamed through gritted teeth "Give up, you slut!" I heard no 
answer. Lana was in trouble big time. At least the referee was fair, 
but what good would that do if Sue's superior strength and speed did my 
dear Lana in? I glanced at Jean. I wished I could smack that smile 
right off her face. Sue lifted Lana off the mat like a paper doll. 
Grabbing her suit bottom up to her crack, she flipped Lana over and 
applied a boston crab. One whole Lana cheek was exposed but it was hard 
to tell, what with that luscious buttock being the same color as the 
beautiful suit. Lana was suffering. This kid was tough, as Jean had 
been training her, and she was looking meaner all the time. I wish that 
Lana had worked out since her last match. Sue tired of these 
debilitating holds, so she yanked my lovely Lana up off the mat by her 
long beautiful hair with ease. She put Lana in a backbreaker and walked 
around with her incapacitated victim for a while. Sue said; "Lana, this 
will be the last time you will want to be here. I am going to humiliate 
you in front of your boyfriend and in front of everybody." "I will not 
let you give up until I am good and ready. I am going to use you to try 
out some new holds and to have fun with you. I will run through my 
entire repertoire of holds again, for practice. That's all you are good 
for, practice, and not very good at that. You never should have gotten 
in the ring with a superior wrestler like me. All your adoring fans are 
going to be disappointed tonight. I can do whatever I want with you 
because you are powerless to stop me. You are a poor excuse for a 
wrestler and you are totally in my control. Let me show you what I 
mean. Try to holler "I give!"  I could see Lana's stomach moving in 
and out; she was out of breath and sobbing. Sue held her arm against 
Lana's lovely jaw, preventing her from saying anything. What a 
predicament! It looked as though Lana was not even a close match for 
Sue, who was totally dominating and disgustingly sadistic. She was 
young, strong, and knew her holds. What's more, Jean put her up to 
laying on the punishment for her own delight. Maybe I should throw in 
the towel! My Lana was a goner and I really had trouble watching her go 
through a second humiliation. At least Sue wasn't doing anything 
blatantly dirty, such as Jean would. 

	Now, this was an amazing sight. The helpless white goddess, being held 
flat on the shoulders of a muscular young lady who could have worn Lana 
as a grotesque necklace all night long if she chose. Sue was flush with 
the feeling of certain victory, her 5th, the one that would make her a 
pro. She couldn't believe how easy it was going to be. Far easier than 
Jean told her it would be. She loved the feeling of dominating this 
poor woman, who was so popular with the club members. She released Lana 
with a scream. Lana fell to the mat and all the air was expelled from 
her lungs. Sue easily picked her up and put her in a front facelock. 
Lana was bent like an "L" with her beautiful posterior, half exposed, 
facing me. I love her and didn't want any harm to come to her but at 
that moment, I hoped that Sue would keep her like that for a few minutes 
more so that my eyes could be treated some more. I felt real guilty, 
but beauty is beauty. I also felt that Lana would have to quit soon, as 
she was absorbing terrible punishment. Sue picked Lana up like feather, 
put her in an airplane spin and tossed her to the mat, disdainfully. 
Lana was out of it. She wasn't prepared for this match, she did not 
take her opponent seriously, and now she was paying a terrible price. 
Sue was taunting her, making fun of her. She was flexing her muscles 
and posing for the crowd. Jean was standing and applauding. She was in 
ecstasy, watching her former tormentor take such an easy beating. She 
wondered how Lana had ever dominated her the week before, because Lana 
looked as though a ten year old could easily have had her way with her 
tonight. The crowd cheered in a subtle polite way at Sue's wonderful 
expert wrestling talent but you could tell that they didn't like the way 
this match was going. Lana had won most of their hearts and they truly 
felt that she was going to be one of the premier wrestlers at the club. 
Instead, she was being totally devastated by a young woman who had 
impressed no one through nine mostly boring matches. This match wasn't 
boring. It was only sad to see such a pretty girl go through such 
agony. 

	Sue was true to her threat as she ran through her entire repertoire of 
holds again until Lana was in a semiconscious state. This was really 
one sided. In fact, it looked like a continuation of the last match 
with Jean. Ten different holds were applied, each more devastating than 
the one before. Since this was her second time through these holds, I 
kept hoping that my baby would find a weakness somewhere and mount an 
attack of her own. Instead, it became obvious that she was weakening 
quickly and maybe shouldn't have been on the mat, even with Sue. Maybe 
it was my fault. I really believed that Sue wouldn't be all that 
difficult because of her own inexperience and her history on the mat 
which was very unimpressive. I didn't know that she was under Jean's 
tutelage. What irritated me was the confident sneer on Jean's face and 
the nasty things that Sue was spitting out at the helpless Lana. One 
more airplane spin, and Sue threw her a good 10 feet through the air. 
Lana landed with a thud, prone on her back, unmoving, a total goner. 
This was supposed to be an easy victory for my lovely Lana but somebody 
didn't read the script. Sue jumped down on the prone Lana, straddled 
her and she waited for the ref to count the pinfall. "One, two,... the 
third count never came. Cruelly, Sue had raised Lana's shoulder just 
before the count of three. Few in the audience liked this and few could 
believe that Sue could be that cruel. After all, Lana was done. When 
the ref slams his hand to the mat for the third time, the match is over. 
Lana should have been easily counted out. Sue felt that Lana hadn't 
suffered enough and she was going to make sure that Lana would be afraid 
of her. Again, she pins Lana's helpless arms to the mat for a possible 
pinfall.  No problem.  "One, two, ...." Sue repeated this sadistic 
game of preventing the easy count-out and kept repeating it 8 more 
times. Each time, as the ref reached the count of two, he was prevented 
from continuing by Sue's crazy action of lifting Lana's shoulder just in 
time to prevent a count of three. Lana was indeed powerless, badly 
defeated. Eight times she could have been counted out. "So, you think 
you are good, do you?" said Sue. 'You are not as good as I am. You 
need to get into a children's league. This one is for real women only. 
Frankly, I am tired of playing with you. I have used all of my holds on 
you and tried some new things, but you don't have enough fight in you to 
make it fun to continue. You are not worth the effort. I've had better 
matches with my kid sister, who could also whip your butt. You are done 
here and if you ever show your face again, I will beat you up on sight. 
Do you understand?" Lana nodded her pretty head. There she lay, 
sweaty, beaten, and vulnerable but pretty as ever and each kick of her 
legs as sexy as anything I had ever seen. "Don't nod!" screamed Sue. 
She slapped poor Lana's face with a loud crack that didn't hurt but sure 
bruised the ego. Sue towered over the fallen Lana. The crowd winced 
and waited for the inevitable. It was just a matter of how much glee 
Sue was having at dishing out punishment and having her way with someone 
so obviously inferior as a wrestler, but so much prettier. Lana gasped, 
"I give up." "You can't," glowered the crazed Sue. I just want you to 
acknowledge me as the better woman before I have some more fun with you 
and send you packing forever. Now, who is the better woman?" No 
answer. Another slap, some more taunting. Now, Sue grabbed Lana's hair 
and twisted it around her face. "Who is the better woman?" "You are, 
gasped the luscious Lana. "I am what?" This line of questioning was 
taken right from the Jean book of sadism. Please, I thought, give her 
what she wants and let me get you in back to make love to you. I am so 
aroused, as Lana still looks so sexy in that white suit, especially now, 
with sweat showing through the suit everywhere. "You are the superior 
woman," hissed Lana, "now please let me alone." "You piece of shit," 
said Sue. "I am the superior woman and to prove it I will pin you some 
more." Sue pinned her to a count of two three more times. But here, 
Sue made two fatal mistakes in strategy. One, as she luxuriated in her 
overwhelming superiority, Lana was catching her breath and regaining her 
strength as she was not resisting the pinfall, realizing that Sue did 
not want to win by a pin.  Sue was going to get her humiliation of Lana 
as a treat for her last amateur win. Second, Sue in her stirred up 
ecstasy, underestimated sweet Lana's strength. As Sue repeated the pin 
game a twelfth time, Lana somehow reached back to her energy reserves 
and flung her still powerful legs up and grasped the careless Sue's head 
with them. In a second, Sue was suffering under the pressure of the 
most cruel head scissors ever. Lana, though dazed, knew that victory 
would now be hers. She grabbed Sue's hair and pulled her head up to the 
end of her legs, where smooth buttock resided. Pulling Sue's head tight 
in there, Sue was suffocating. She raised her hand in concession. This 
was a crushing hold and, though not dangerous, caused waves of pain and 
panic to the unfortunate victim. Now Lana would take her revenge. She 
slapped hell out of Sue and made her beg to have the excruciating hold 
released. "Now who is the better woman, you bitch?" shouted Lana. Sue 
was coughing and could not answer. "I will keep you in this hold for 
the rest of the night if I don't get the proper response from you." Sue 
was sobbing now. She was in great pain and seemed to be blacking out. 
Wham, Lana smacked Sue's stomach making her gasp even more and keeping 
her conscious. The audience screamed, "Give her more, Lana!" Lana now 
had her way with Sue and would not release this truly killer hold until 
Sue gave the proper answer. Finally, with her last blast of energy, Sue 
blurted "Lana is the superior woman and the better wrestler." She 
sobbed, "Please help me, someone, please!!" Then, sweet unconsciousness 
took over. Sue's body went limp. Lana squeezed her legs together 
harder in one last burst of energy, just to see Sue's face turn red. 
Then she released her hold and rolled over. The ref declared Lana the 
winner but hardly anybody heard as they were jumping up and down 
screaming in happiness. Their heroine did not disappoint. She won the 
match decisively, but for my money took far too much abuse and 
humiliation to do it. Still, it was her first win and I was so proud of 
her. 

	I ran over to my baby and helped her to her feet. She took several deep 
breaths, looked at me and smiled. Then, as her senses returned, she saw 
Sue's limp body at her feet. Then Lana did something that surprised me, 
although I don't blame her for it. She hauled back and gave Sue a kick 
in the ribs. Sue, who had been coming to, screamed a yelp at the top of 
her lungs as she doubled up. Lana said to me, "I'll meet you in the 
dressing room in a minute. My fans want me." Lana then walked out into 
the audience to do her high five's. She stayed far away from Jean 
though. She may have been elated but she was no dummy. Several of the 
men stood up and kissed her on the mouth to congratulate her. I got 
very jealous. She was encouraging the kisses and seemed to be really 
enjoying them and some lasted a little longer than I thought necessary. 
As she walked through the dense crowd, some of whom were heading for the 
other room for refreshments before the next bout, she would bend down to 
get a hug or kiss from the men. One buttock was still exposed and I was 
ready to burst through my pants. This woman couldn't look any better or 
sexier. Some of the leeches were running their hands on her legs and 
higher while she seemed to be preoccupied with the kissing. Some of the 
kisses were far too long for me to bear, and worse, she was loving it. 
She was now established as the favorite wrestler of the Roosevelt 
Wrestling Club. I went back to the dressing room to wait for her. 
After a good ten minutes, kind of an eternity, she made her way into the 
room. She looked at me and smiled. I could not get mad at her. I 
never felt this kind of love. She ran over to me and put her arms 
around me, squeezing me in a wonderful hug. "Lana, that was too close," 
I offered. "Don't be silly," she answered, "it wasn't even close. 
"Lana, she had you screaming uncle! She applied every hold in the book 
on you at will and when she got bored she did it again. Then she just 
played with you and had her way with you. You took a terrible beating 
and if she wasn't so greedy, you were a goner. You were pinned twelve 
times and you were powerless to do anything about it. If Sue didn't 
pull your shoulders up at the last moment, you would have lost any one 
of the 12 times. I'm only telling you so that you will improve," I 
said. "Nonsense," she answered, "there was never any doubt." I think 
that the glaze of euphoria that Lana felt at winning clouded all but the 
last part of her match. Fortunately, I was ready for this argument. 
"Ok, Lana, think what you want, but check this out. I timed the match 
with a stopwatch. Sue beat on you and had you helpless for 18 minutes 
and 22 seconds. You had the advantage for three minutes and 12 seconds. 
What does that tell you?" "That I only needed 3 minutes and 12 seconds 
to have her pleading for mercy," she replied. "Besides, your friends 
loved me. I now have a record of 1 and 1 and I am just getting 
started. Please don't argue with me. Just share my joy." "I looked at 
this lovely young woman, and just melted. Her beautiful white suit was 
now covered with sweat spots in all the right places. It still rested 
immodestly on one buttock. She smiled at me, knowing that I was under 
her spell and the next thing I knew, I was having beautiful sex as 
though it were the very first time I had ever done it, although it was 
the second with Lana. I spread and massaged oil onto her body as we 
made love. God, she smelled great from her lovely perfume, deodorant, 
and natural fresh woman smell. Afterwards, I toweled her down, almost 
coming again. She got changed and we walked out of the room, me 
carrying her wrestling togs. She looked fresh as a daisy and 
particularly sharp with her long hair down over that beautiful red 
jumpsuit. We mingled, and shortly became separated as she was a man-
magnet. This could be a problem in the future, since all these men had 
wives or girlfriends who wrestled and they were sure not to appreciate 
the attention on Lana. I ended up having a beer with Dottie. "Boy, she 
sure took a terrible beating there for a while," Dottie said. "I know, 
but it doesn't seem to bother her," I replied. "That's what it takes to 
make a top-notch wrestler. She was practically unconscious but still 
had the presence of mind to go for the head scissors. And, she has the 
killer instinct. Nobody can take her lightly, now." "I agree, but if 
she takes many more of these beatings, she will lose that instinct and 
become the club doormat like Maryann did in '93." "I love her and 
couldn't stand to see that happen." Dottie said, "She is just too good, 
so don't worry. And I don't know how long she'll be the club favorite, 
but I think she will always come back to you." "Thanks, Dottie, I hope 
you are right." "Look at the faces of the women in here. Lana will 
have three or four challenges by next week." "You are probably right, 
said Dottie, "but that will make her stronger." "Dottie, what are you 
going to do about Nancy next week?" I asked. "I will do my best. Each 
of our matches was close, except for the last. I am faster than she is 
and I think I can get behind her and punish her." I remember that last 
match, when Dottie was embarrassed by being dragged into the audience to 
give her submission to about 10 club members. Of course, Jean and Anne 
had interfered and for a while it was like four against one, if you 
include Lance, the paid-for referee. "I will sit near Jean and make 
sure that there is no interference when you wrestle on Tuesday," I 
offered. "That will be just great," replied a thankful Dottie. Just 
then, Lana came over to me, her lipstick smeared, "Well, Hon, shall we 
watch this coming match?" "No," I thought, "let me bang your lovely 
brains out instead!" "Yeah, good idea," I actually said. We stayed but 
something strange happened. Bobbi, a 30ish blond was supposed to 
wrestle Anne, but Anne claimed that she had hurt her foot. Instead, who 
should come out to substitute but Sue, who offered to take Anne's place. 
Now Bobbi was pretty tough. She weighed about 165 pounds and stood 
5'11". She was well endowed and had a lot of upper body strength with 
large strong arms. Her waist was slim and she had hardly any rear end. 
Unfortunately, she was not very strong below the waist. She always wore 
black with white boots. She was a very competent wrestler, but her lack 
of killer instinct resulted in her being beaten into embarrassment a few 
times. Once Jean had worked on her for almost an hour. Bobbi had 
screamed for mercy at least 10 times, never actually submitting, but 
that never bothered our Jean. I said to Lana, "do you think that you 
can beat Bobbi?"  "Easily," she replied. "But now I want to see her 
deliver the finishing touches on that shit Sue." Sue was greedy and 
wanted that fifth win badly. Bobbi had a lot of wrestling experience 
and I didn't think Sue had a chance, having just recovered from 
unconsciousness after the pain Lana gave her.  Bobbi had wrestled over 
100 times and had won 75% of her matches. She could wrestle clean and 
she knew some tricks that she could slip past the ref. She was 
supremely confident and she would have killed Anne again, had they 
wrestled. As the match began, I said to Lana "Bet you Bobbi wins." 
Lana replied, "I wish that that were true, but I just got through 
wrestling Sue and she is stone tough. I'm afraid she will beat the 
older woman, who doesn't look in that good of shape to me." It was true 
that the attractive Bobbi didn't seem to have any muscle tone in her 
thin legs and her ample boobs hung down pretty far, but her strong arms 
and shoulders would serve her well. "Bet you a sandwich at the pub 
tomorrow," I said hopefully. "You're on, big boy," she replied as she 
placed her hand on my knee. Our tension was diverted by a scream. As 
Bobbi turned back to go to her corner after the introductions, Sue 
attacked her from the back with a forearm to the kidney. Sue wasted no 
time putting Bobbi in a backbreaker. Then she let her fall so that Sue 
was carrying Bobbi around her waist with her hand around her neck, 
choking her, and the other hand between her legs holding her in a 
horizontal position. Sue was so strong that it was obvious that she 
could carry Bobbi around like that all night. Unfortunately, Bobbi was 
being choked and her face was a grimace as she tried to suck in air. 
Sue was weakening her older and more experienced opponent at an alarming 
rate. Then Sue did an amazing thing. She threw Bobbi into the 
audience, right into Jean's waiting lap. While Sue turned to the 
referee, Lance, to talk over some things and divert his attention, Jean 
massaged Bobbi's windpipe while holding her mouth shut so that she 
couldn't breath and was in a lot of pain. Nancy, sitting next to her, 
surreptitiously reached her hand into Bobbi's suit from underneath and 
was raking Bobbi's posterior with her nails. Bobbi's legs were kicking 
like they had a mind of her own. "I can't take much more of this," said 
Lana. "Then let's go," I said. "No, no, I mean I think I'm going to 
come," she said. She thought she was going to come - what about me? 

	Now Bobbi had been in many matches and she was a decent wrestler with a 
very good record. But she was being punished now as though she were a 
new rookie. Jean had really trained her well and made her an effective 
pain machine. The women, Jean and Nancy, showed no respect for Bobbi 
and no restraint, as they derisively worked over their easy prey. It 
was a shark feeding frenzy. When Jean tired of the game, she threw 
Bobbi back on the mat with no fanfare. Bobbi lay there, coughing, 
clutching her throat, trying to get precious air into her lungs. As she 
got up on one elbow, I noticed that Nancy, that cow, had pulled up 
Bobbi's trunks so that everybody could see the red welts on her 
derriere. Bobbi's suit was so loose, though that it slid down and 
covered the welts. The scratches looked like some kind of crazy tattoo. 
Bobbi did not have a large area of ass to put a tattoo on. It was a 
wide round rump but practically flat. Sue clamped a front headlock on 
Bobbi, choking her again in the process. In the hushed audience, we 
could all hear her desperate gasping for air. Lance did nothing. Sue 
faced us and smiled, with Bobbi's head in her groin, struggling to 
breath. All we could see was Bobbi's poor marked up rear end, point 
blank. As Sue grotesquely increased the pressure, Bobbi was doing a 
little strange dance in her pain.  One leg up, than down and shaking. 
Then the other, up, down, shaking, the same. Like an infant learning to 
walk. Bobbi's legs were not that firm and cellulite had made its 
unmistakable mark on what had once been the nicest legs in the club. As 
the dance continued, they shook like jelly and I am sure that Bobbi 
wouldn't want to see this on videotape. As of tonight, all matches were 
on VHS and available to any club member. This went on for a good five 
minutes. If Bobbi did see the tape, she would be heading right for the 
gym to work those legs into a more solid condition, as the flab was 
getting a workout. Sue loved this display and was perfectly comfortable 
keeping up the agony. Lana said; "We should have bet more." Sue is one 
tough cookie and she is going to humiliate the hell out of that poor 
woman." "You are right," I conceded. "But maybe she will get lucky 
like you did." "Bobbi is nowhere as good as I am and she could have 
been easily pinned or submitted 10 minutes ago." I couldn't argue 
because this woman, whom I have known for years, and whose children have 
played with my own, was totally devastated and too out of it to concede, 
not that the new killer Sue would let her. What's more, Sue was just 
getting in gear and there was no telling how long this strangely 
beautiful ordeal would last. Bobbi's husband got up and got himself 
another beer. To make matters worse, the time Jean destroyed Bobbi, it 
was understandable and predictable. Jean was bigger, stronger, and more 
experienced than poor Bobbi. Now, it was happening again, only by a far 
younger, lighter, practically inexperienced woman. Bobbi was coming off 
a 22 match winning streak so this was really a shock. 

	Sue continued the front headlock and Bobbi continued the grotesque 
flabby pain dance, only more vigorously. Some of the men were pointing 
out the flabbiness of Bobbi's legs which were shaking like loose jelly 
and they were laughing at the sight of this little "dance," which 
wouldn't stop.  As Bobbi's expensive boots slammed down, the beat of 
them slapping the mat became quicker and louder. Bobbi was in too much 
of a world of trouble to be aware of the entertainment she was 
providing. Men and women were laughing at her plight now, and the dance 
continued. Sue loved the humiliation and she was spurred on by the 
laughter, which was now obvious, loud and embarrassing. The pain was 
extreme and Bobbi just couldn't stop the natural reaction of her legs 
moving. "Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp - the sound of those expensive 
boots coming down faster and faster. Then Sue relaxed the hold for a 
minute, stopping the dance. She could control the pace of it by how 
much pressure she put on Bobbi's neck. Increasing the pressure 
severely, Bobbi's legs were running up and down like pistons with great 
speed. Squeeze hard, beat picks up. Ease up on the pressure, a blues 
beat. More pressure, disco; less pressure, a waltz. It was really 
embarrassing but that is what a wrestler lays on the line when she steps 
on the mat. Thank god her children didn't have to see this humiliation. 
The beat increased, slowed, stopped, increased, got louder, softer. 
When would this punishment and abasement end? Not for what seemed like 
an eternity. The crowd was enjoying it and laughing like crazy.  It 
was a comical sight, Bobbi mooning the audience, unintentionally and 
then doing involuntary running-in-place exercises.  Sue was in complete 
control and they both knew it, as well as the hysterically laughing 
audience. There is not a lot of humor in this sport, and when something 
like this happens it is especially funny. The sad part is that it was 
happening at the expense of a genuinely lovely person.  Sue was having 
a lot of fun at this housewife's expense. She was the conductor, Bobbi 
her helpless instrument. The maestro, Sue, controlled the beat and the 
timing  I must admit, even I was enjoying this, although Bobbi was a 
friend. This was fun and might have gone on all night long until Bobbi 
began to sag. A sneering Sue, let her sag and then caught Bobbi's head 
between her thighs while on her knees. Bobbi swayed from side to side, 
trying to remove her head from Sue's strong thighs, but she was no 
match for Sue's strength. Sue then pulled Bobbi's loose expensive suit 
aside. This gave us a proctologists view of Bobbi, who was powerless to 
do anything about this X-rated show, even though you could see her 
struggling to prevent it. Sue just pulled the suit further to the side. 
Bobbi's rear end looked like a flag, with red stripes and a long dark 
one down the middle with a hint of pink in it. When Sue was sure that 
the laughing audience had gotten a good view of this, she relinquished 
the hold. Bobbi slowly sagged flat on her stomach. "Do you want to 
leave Lana" I whispered. "Leave? I love it. I want to wrestle Bobbi 
and really dish out some punishment." "I was shocked to hear my gentle 
baby say that but she had a bloodthirst. She had nothing against the 
lovely Bobbi, but her competitive nature forced her to want to show that 
she could do more damage than Sue.  "That can be arranged, if she lives 
through this night." 

	Sue was getting tired now. She had a terribly taxing match with my 
precious baby and she used up a lot of energy humiliating poor Bobbi. 
Finally, she picked Bobbi up by the throat and one leg again and carried 
her into the audience. This usually completed a humiliation. She 
walked up to various audience members and told them to ask her if she 
would give up. Bobbi didn't answer. Sue tried somebody else. No 
reply. Bobbi may have gotten the beating of her life, but she was still 
tough. She'd rather be knocked unconscious than to submit, something 
she had never ever done. Jean hollered "use the backbreaker." Sue 
threw the comatose woman back on the mat with disgust. She had never 
verbally abused Bobbi like she had to my sweet baby Lana and I kept 
hoping she would. Not that I wanted to see Bobbi take any more 
punishment, but if Lana had to endure verbal abuse, so should Bobbi. 
This never happened. Rather, with a grunt, Sue picked up Bobbi and put 
her in a crushing backbreaker. Bobbi was gasping and sobbing, her 
husband screaming submission. Sue was delivering punishment for the 
thirty eighth straight agonizing minute at this point. To Bobbi and her 
husband, it must have seemed like 38 days. Bobbi had never mounted any 
kind of attack and Sue was untouched. A purely one-sided match. 
Completely one sided. Sue walked over to Jean, carrying Bobbi in the 
hold, and asked her what she was drinking. A friendly conversation 
ensued while Bobbi's pleaded to be put down, her resolve to wrestle Sue 
gone. Now Sue carried Bobbi to Art. "Ask her if she wants to give up, 
Art." Art had no choice. A gentle man, he held Bobbi's formerly strong 
hand and asked, or rather begged, "Bobbi, will you give up?" The place 
was totally silent now. Would this great warrior acknowledge the 
beating that the this young inexperienced kid had scientifically 
administered? A funny thing happens in a crowd sometimes when an 
underdog starts winning. It is like a shark feeding frenzy. Everybody 
likes Bobbi. She is young, attractive, buxom with an easy smile and a 
real nice manner. She has been loudly applauded in her victories. She 
is a classy lady and all of her victories are solid and clean, not 
quirky. But, like the smell of blood, the sight of an underdog about to 
win causes the feelings of the crowd to urge her on. This was 
happening, as Bobbi absorbed this punishment. She wasn't injured in any 
way, nor did anyone want that, but she had the air knocked out of her 
several times and some minor wounds to her rear. Now, the crowd had 
changed its allegiance and wanted to see Sue dominate Bobbi some more. 
Not her husband, of course, but men and women were yelling out requests 
for different holds to be applied to the hapless Bobbi. "Pull her 
hair!" "Body slam her!" My fair Lana yelled "Punch her chest!" Dottie 
yelled, "Monkey flip!" Mark yelled "make her do the dance some more!" 
Everyone loved that. Something clicked in Sue and she changed her mind 
about the submission. The night was still young and Bobbi had no fight 
left in her for the first time in maybe two years. Maybe Sue could try 
some new holds on her. She heard Lana holler punch her chest and, 
although Sue was not really a puncher, she decided to try it. She set 
the wobbly Bobbi on her feet. Bobbi was ready to fall down but Sue held 
her up. The crowd screamed more holds out but Sue had a plan. She 
really had nothing against this dear woman and she wasn't going to cause 
her serious harm, but Bobbi was unknowingly about to help Sue make a 
quantum improvement in her wrestling. Bobbi's husband knew what was 
coming, so he got up and left in a huff. Now Bobbi was truly alone. 
Sue walked her around the mat. What was this, I asked Lana. Lana 
replied, "Now I am really pissed. That's what I had in mind for Bobbi 
when I beat her. She is going to let her revive a bit, and then play 
with her." I still didn't get it. Sue led Bobbi over to Jean, where 
she borrowed Jean's drink and offered it to the thankful woman. Bobbi 
smiled as she returned the glass and thanked Sue. Sue graciously 
accepted the thanks. The crowd was incredulous and began booing. "Make 
her submit!" they screamed. "Make her dance!" Poor dear Bobbi. Lana 
was all worked up. She wanted to see Bobbi submit too, and soon. She 
still had some ideas about what she wanted to do with Bobbi. I looked 
at her and took the opportunity to give her an open mouth kiss. We both 
felt the electricity. I know I couldn't have gotten up just then and I 
had a feeling that Lana's lovely underwear was less than dry, but not 
because of me. 

	As Bobbi's senses came around, she didn't know what to do. Was the 
match over? Should she go at Sue? That was answered instantly as Sue 
hauled off and sent a forearm shiver to the ample chest of Bobbi, 
knocking her off her feet and squarely at the feet of sadistic Jean. 
Jean placed her foot on Bobbi's windpipe, and in a minute, all the 
fight, I mean all the fight, was gone from Bobbi. Sue picked her up by 
her expensively coifed hair and delivered a haymaker to the gut. The 
last little bit of air left Bobbi and Lana was shaking with excitement. 
She was really hooked. I placed my arm around her but she didn't 
notice. While the audience yelled out strange things that Sue should do 
to Bobbi, I think Lana came. I felt her shiver and erupt. I couldn't 
hear the sounds because of the noise, but the earmarks of a super orgasm 
were there. 

	Sue decided on a variation of the "dance." Again, some sort of front 
facelock but now she pulled poor Bobbi down the aisle, forming a two 
women conga line. Again, she controlled Bobby and varied the beat by 
asking members what they wanted. "Fox trot!" "Jitterbug!" Bobbi 
really was in small pain because she only danced when Sue turned up the 
pressure. But her flabby legs were entertaining this audience greatly. 
Nobody here had ever experienced this and they were laughing at Bobbi 's 
expense and having a wonderful time. Sue maneuvered Bobbi so that a 
certain male in the audience sitting in front of me could see what came 
next. This guy must be somebody Sue wants to impress, as he is a young 
man. She must have had a crush on him. Bobbi's flat rear was pointed 
right at us. She wore an expensive suit, but it had stretched and lost 
its shape from being wrestled in so much. The elastic was practically 
gone from the legs of the suit but it covered her red welts. Suddenly 
Sue pulled the suit aside again, very easy to do since it was so loose 
and stretched out. I couldn't believe what I saw. An ecstasy of brown, 
pink and hair. Not as nice as my darling Lana but spectacular 
nonetheless. Only about five of us could see this show, but it lasted a 
long time as Bobbi danced like crazy. I'm afraid that for five of us, 
Bobbi had no secrets. A proctologist couldn't get a better shot. Soon 
Sue led her back to the mat, and would point to a section of the crowd 
where a song would be suggested. Bobbi would dance to it, really not a 
pretty site from the rear, what with the flab moving about to its own 
beat, but by now even I broke up. It was such a funny sight that I 
couldn't stop laughing. I don't think Bobbi had any idea what the 
laughter was about. If she ever sees the tape, she will know. Now Sue 
lifts her up. By this time, Bobbi was back in an excruciating 
backbreaker. She was totally alert but powerless to stop the pain or 
the beating. When would Sue be satisfied? When would the agony end? 
When would Lana stop coming? When would I start? Sue carried Bobbi to 
the back of the sitting area and smiled. She carried her over to me and 
said; "Ask her if she has had enough!" I did this, and Bobbi never 
looking up, said "I give up!" This was a momentous event and Sue just 
wanted to savor the moment. Three years of wrestling at the club and 
this had never happened. "Ask her again!" "Bobbi, are you sure you 
want to give up?" "Yes!" "Ask her why, Sue demanded. "Bobbi, why are 
you conceding defeat?"  Bobby had no problem with this answer; she just 
had trouble speaking through the pain and the disgrace. Remember, no 
one, not even the powerful and sadistic Jean was ever able to get a 
submission from this divine person. "Sue is the superior wrestler and 
the superior woman. She has defeated me and I am pleading for mercy. I 
have wrestled many women, but she is the toughest and the best of all." 
"Please .....  aagh!" Sue turned up the pressure. "Bobbi, I want you 
to wrestle me tomorrow night again, and the winner will pay the loser 
$500. Ok?" Bobbi replied that she would obey. "And who will win?" 
"You will, Sue, for you are the toughest wrestler." Sue played this act 
for another fifteen minutes, finally wearied of it and threw Bobbi in a 
heap at Lance's feet. Lance raised Sue's hand in victory, and everybody 
adjourned to get drinks and buzz about what had just taken place. One 
of the gentlemen grabbed Lana by the hand and took her into the other 
room for frivolity. God she got popular quick. Bobbi was left alone on 
the mat, neglected. Few people know this, but at one time she was 
offered a professional wrestling contract but she turned it down in 
order to raise a family. If that promoter had seen what happened on 
this night, he would have torn that contract to shreds. She wasn't hurt 
physically, just badly bruised mentally. She had conceded defeat for 
the first time and was forced to do it many times by literally a mere 
child. Her humiliation was total. I felt sorry for her and went to 
help her. She gratefully took my hand and we went to her dressing room. 
She would be plenty sore tomorrow, and sitting would be a little painful 
for a while but nothing was broken or torn or sprained. I sat her down 
and expressed my sympathy. She was really good about it, although I 
don't think she knew what secrets the audience had been treated to. 
"Don't feel sorry for me. What happened to me, I would love to do to 
somebody else but I am not that good. I have beaten many a woman and I 
will beat many more. I haven't lost my confidence." "Good for you, 
Bobbi," I said wondering if my sweet Lana would feel the same if this 
happened to her again. "I am sorry to tell you this, but you agreed to 
wrestle Sue tomorrow night. What are you going to do?" "I will show up 
and try to win. If I don't, I probably will be humiliated again. 
Still, I think I can beat Sue, with no outside interference. Do you 
think that you could help me?"  "Absolutely," I said. I will sit next 
to Jean and you will have a fair match." Bobbi looked at me gratefully. 
"Where is my husband, do you know?" "I think he went home as he 
couldn't stand to see the awful things that were happening to you." 
"Did you watch the whole thing?" she asked. "Bobbi, I was the first to 
ask you if you give up." "Oh, that's right. You must really think I am 
weak, now." "Not true. I have the greatest admiration and respect for 
you and I have watched your entire career develop and you have been in 
the top ten percent of the wrestlers in this club. There will always be 
new talent coming up. That is the way it is," I said as I thought of 
the lovely Lana who is already a crowd favorite. Bobbi looked at me and 
said; "I need to be loved." I was about to jump into action, thinking 
of the sexy way that Bobbi's rear had been presented to me. Now Bobbi 
has a wonderful husband and nice kids.  I know that a love session was 
what Bobbi needed but I could never live with myself. Hell, I was 
already in love with a much younger woman. "Bobbi, I would take you in 
a shot but the truth is I am in love with another. You have turned on 
the entire club with your gutsy performance tonight and could we settle 
for a great hug?" "Thank you, yes." We hugged, although with the size 
of the chest on this woman, I really couldn't get too close. But hey 
hung down enough that I was effective. She really should get rid of 
this suit. Her sweat stained my shirt but I was glad I could make her 
feel better.  She had a truly awful night. I toweled her down but not 
like I do with Lana. I bade her a good night, thinking that part II 
could be even worse tomorrow night. I found Lana speaking to Mark, but 
no hanky panky seemed to be going on. As I approached, Lana gave me the 
smile that makes my knees weak. She looked at my damp chest but didn't 
comment. I entered the conversation and then suggested that tomorrow 
would approach fast so we had better get going. The man-magnet drew a 
lot of friendly affectionate good-byes. Mark hollered "Who is your next 
victim?" Lana blew a kiss and said "Why, Bobbi of course!" Then we 
took our leave. 	I stopped at the business matron that I call love's 
desk, the next day. "Hey, still want to wrestle Bobbi?" "Yeah, more 
than anyone except that Anne." Well, the return match with Sue fell 
through. Sue wants her bad enough but the club leadership wants the 
wrestling to be more competitive and that turned out to be too one-
sided. Therefore, you can have her next Tuesday." Lana said, and this 
surprised me, "Bobbi will wish that she had wrestled Sue again when I 
get through with her." "What do you have against poor Bobbi?" I 
wondered. "Oh nothing, but I think I can beat her worse than Sue did. 
Actually, I like the way she dances and I will have her dancing better." 
I chuckled as I though of that bizarre scene and wondered how Bobbi 
could possibly dance any faster than Sue had her.  "It will firm up her 
flabby legs. She will be my second victory and I assure you it will be 
decisive." I knew Bobbi a long time, and with a week's rest she was 
going to be one tough hombre. Strangely, although I loved Lana more 
than ever, I hoped that Bobbi would give her a beating, not because I 
want her to lose, but because she was getting cocky and I was getting 
jealous. Maybe when some of those men who were so enamored with her 
would get their rocks off hollering out holds to be applied by her 
opponent. "Well, shall we do the pub tonight?" "I'd love to but I have 
to get home and help the kids with the homework tonight. Raincheck?" 
"You bet!" I said but I felt that a gap existed between us. "By the 
way, did you help Bobbi get over her beating the way you helped me get 
over Jean's beating? "Emphatically no! You know I love you and I 
wouldn't do that. I just tried to comfort her after her ordeal." "You 
may have to do that again when I get through with her." "Lana, I love 
you and if you win, I want to be with you to celebrate." Lana smiled 
and said "Maybe I have time for the pub after all. After all, you do 
owe me a sandwich." 


NOTHING CHANGES BUT CHANGE III 

	This phone on my desk will not stop ringing today. I can barely get far 
enough away to get to the bathroom. I really want to get to see a young 
lady that works in my building and whom I am in love with but so far I 
am far too busy. Friday's can be a bitch. One phone call was 
interesting though. The call was from the president of the Roosevelt 
Wrestling Club, to which I belong. Would I like to run for vice-
president of the club for the coming year? Would I! Elections are next 
week and I gladly throw my hat into the ring, so to speak. Actually, 
that club has been causing me misery lately. Two of the participants 
are in my life now. One I love, the other seems to love me, and 
unfortunately, they are not the same person. The club needs some 
explaining. 

	The original purpose was to have a few girls from a small coterie of 
friends exercise together. This became quite competitive, and a 
wrestling club was formed. As more members joined, rules were drawn up, 
memberships were sold, and schedules were drawn up. From a handful of 
original members, there were now over one hundred and growth continues. 
Wrestling records are kept and cash prizes are awarded. The rules are 
important. Intentional injuries are never allowed. No broken bones, no 
severe lacerations, no biting. No blatant sex matches, such as mud 
matches, Jell-O and the like are allowed. Only pure wrestling is 
allowed. Of course some of the participants get over-zealous and 
sometimes articles of wrestling apparel are pulled or altered and some 
flesh is displayed, but this is only allowed if it occurs in the heat of 
battle. They do not run a sex club. All matches must have a referee. 
The club runs smoothly and all seem to enjoy themselves. Even women who 
lose matches have expressed how exciting it is to be able to compete. 
Some get humiliated, but that never lasts because there are always other 
exciting matches to watch and, yes, other humiliations. This will sound 
strange but it is all for fun and physical fitness for the ladies, a 
little more for the men, and that works out just fine just about all the 
time. 

	I attend many of these matches and because of that I have fallen in love 
with someone and she in turn seems to have fallen in love with me. The 
object of my affections is a wonderful, sexy but far younger woman, and 
I do mean woman, who works here at the company. The problem is that 
though I sponsored her and reluctantly started her wrestling career and 
fell deeply and carnally in love with Lana, she seems to be withdrawing 
from me and I am not sure why this is happening. Although she makes me 
jealous a lot because she is so very popular with the men, I haven't 
expressed this and I haven't stifled her displays of affection with club 
members. Maybe I should have. Lana is by far the sexiest thing that 
ever came, forgive the simile, into my life. I will probably always 
love her in spite of the feeling that she will may cancel our 
relationship at any time.  She is married and I can have no claim on 
her affections, though I yearn for that. 
   
	The other woman in my life is Bobbi, a really dear person who has 
wrestled very successfully at the club for the last three years. I 
don't love her but I feel a warm relationship with her. She is enamored 
with me and calls me at work several times a day. I really can't say I 
mind this as she is so easy and nice to talk to, but I fear I cannot 
return the feelings that she seems to have for me. I know her husband 
and he is a nice likable man. Their marriage is suffering right now 
because Allen, her husband, wants Bobbi to be more aggressive when 
wrestling and Bobbi is not comfortable with that. Allen recently walked 
out on Bobbi's last match as she was being badly beaten up by a young 
girl, practically a kid. Truthfully, the match could have been a bit 
closer had Bobbi prepared for the tactics of her tormentor, Sue. But 
Bobbi had prepared for wrestling someone else, a different woman who 
backed out of the match at the last minute. I don't want to see their 
marriage suffer because of these problems. I regard the club as 
recreation, not business, although Bobbi has won quite a bit of prize 
money over the last couple of years with her many victories. To make 
matters worse, the club is now videotaping many matches and renting them 
only to members. The last, well, I can't really call it a match because 
it was so cruelly one sided, bout was taped and I could only hope that 
Allan doesn't see it. He left before the real humiliation started. Sue 
made Bobbi dance all night in pain and the sight was at once highly 
humorous and sort of disgusting because of Bobbi's flabby legs. 
Actually, I still laugh a little when I think of Sue making Bobbi do 
different dance steps as she completely controlled the older and more 
experienced wrestler with a cruel wrestling hold. A couple of times, 
Bobbi's modesty was severely compromised and some members, including 
myself saw more forbidden body than I'm sure even Allen normally sees. 
That reminds me that I must stop at the club and rent the videotape on 
the way home. This will sound perverse in terms of Bobbi's feelings 
toward me, but I really need a good laugh in spite of the erotic 
moments. 

	Bobbi called me earlier and wants to meet me at the pub at which I 
usually stop after work. I told her that I couldn't because I was tied 
up at work. She really sounded broken hearted but I am going to ask the 
lovely Lana to have a drink with me there. Fortunately, I find a break 
in my work and literally run to see Lana. As I reach her desk, she is 
just getting up and giving me the smile that melts my heart. "Hi, I 
say. "Hi, yourself. What's happening?" "Well, how about we wrap up 
Friday with a little drink at the pub?" I posit. A funny expression 
comes over her face. "Can we go outside for a minute?" she asks. "I'll 
go anywhere with you."  We sit on a bench in the courtyard and I look 
at Lana and realize that something is wrong.  "What is it Honey?" "I 
hope that you will understand this. Mark wants to manage my wrestling 
career." My heart drops like an airplane with no wings and goes into 
free fall. I hide my disappointment as best I can, and I do notice that 
Lana is taking no joy in this. 

	"May I ask why?" "I owe that to you. Listen, I want you to know that I 
appreciate everything you have done for me and I hold a special place in 
my heart for you. But Mark feels that I have endured too much abuse on 
the mat and he told me that he can make me a better wrestler. Four more 
wins and I can start to earn good money at it." 

	I ask, "How do you feel about Mark? Do you love him?" She replies, 
"Well, for better or worse, I am still married and I do not want to 
complicate my life with an affair, but, to answer your question, I do 
have sensuous feelings for him. I realize that a lot is happening in my 
life right now, and I admit, I am a bit confused but since I found the 
club I am happier than I have been in a long, long time." I try to hide 
my heartbreak with a smile, but I know I must look goofy. 

	"Lana, I will level with you and then leave you alone. Mark has a 
history at the club of being very capricious. He is a good looking guy 
and he darts from woman to woman. You should be flattered because he 
doesn't mess with unattractive women. But, if he should lose interest 
in you, he will drop you like a hot potato. His wife used to wrestle, 
but he began managing other careers and she fell upon hard times on the 
mat and now will not show up at the club. Her reliance on his guidance 
was complete and when she lost it, she paid many a painful price. And 
Maryann is one hell of a nice person. I do not want to see that happen 
to you. I am in love with you, and the thought of never making love to 
you upsets me no end. I lust for you and I think the world of you. If 
you should ever want me back, I will be there so fast that you won't 
know what happened. I will continue to follow your wrestling and I hope 
that your dreams come true. Besides, I guess I was right all along, I am 
too old for you." 

	"No you are not! I find you sexy and attractive but I can't sort 
through my feelings right now. First things first, and I want that to 
be my wrestling career. Do you understand?" "Of course I do and I 
admire you, following your dream. I will always be a Lana-fan." She 
slowly bent towards me and gave me a soft luscious open-mouthed kiss. I 
think there is still electricity between us but I must learn to live 
without it. Lana gets up to return to work, but I don't because I 
can't. "Aren't you coming?" she asks. "In a while," I tell her 
wishing that that was exactly what I was doing. Lana knows the effect 
she has on me. 

	When I get back to the office, I slump in my chair, numb with the news. 
It's lucky that grown men don't cry. Just then, in the middle of my 
despair, the phone rings. It is Bobbi. She is pretending to ask me a 
question about her car, but I know that she wants me bad. "Bobbi, if you 
can still make it to the pub today, my work load has cleared and I would 
love to have a brew with you." I thought she was going to faint. There 
was a silence, and then she blurted excitedly "What time?" I told her 
five o'clock and we hung up. I hated to do this to such a wonderful 
kid, but I need companionship. Actually, Bobbi was the same age as 
Lana, but she was married far longer, her kids were older and she really 
seemed older, more like in her midforties. So did her thighs, 
unfortunately. 
  
	At 5 I made my sullen way to the pub where Bobbi already had a booth for 
us. She jumped up and kissed me. I broke the kiss up. "Nice to see 
you Bobbi." She sat and I got us some drinks. "What's new," I said as 
I slid into the booth. "Well, I am having a lot of trouble with Allen" 
she said. I said "We have to get that straightened out. You have one 
of the most solid marriages I know of and you can't blow it on this." 
"Actually, we haven't been as close as you think for the last year or 
so. Remember the young redhead that wrestled for a month or two last 
year?" I nodded. "Well, Allen was smitten by her. I am not sure that 
anything happened, but she led him on blatantly. I gave her a pretty 
severe beating one night out of jealousy and she never returned. Allen 
knew why I did this and he hasn't forgiven me." "Yes, but he still loves 
you," I offered. "He left your last bout in disgust as you were getting 
beaten very badly." 
   
	"The reason he left is because he couldn't stand to be associated with 
what he feels is a loser. He felt humiliated, not for me, but for 
himself. He should have stayed to the end to support me, instead, he 
ran like a rat." I couldn't argue with that. "Aren't you glad he didn't 
see what Sue did to you afterwards? That was the most one-sided bout I 
have ever seen." "In a way, yes, because he would have given me more 
static about it when we got home. As it was, when I got home he started 
calling me names like "loser", "weakling", "ugly legs", and other stuff. 
Are my legs ugly?" Now I am in a predicament. Bobbi is wearing a 
skirt, and her legs from the knees down are gorgeous, but her thighs are 
like cottage cheese. "Don't you check yourself in the mirror?" I 
squirm. "Well, yes, but I know I have some cellulite but I think they 
are still shapely." "They are shapely, but I think that a little more 
tone will make them even more attractive," I say diplomatically. I 
guess Bobbi doesn't stare at her legs in the mirror while doing a foot 
stomping dance of pain to make them shake like loose Jell-O. "Maybe you 
are right. Could you help me firm them up?" she asks. "Sure," I answer 
although I don't know where we'll find the time or the place. If she 
wrestles again with a sadist, though, I am sure that they will continue 
to exploit her lower body weakness and I fight the urge to start 
laughing as I think of her doing the "dance." 

	Just then, who walks in but Lana and Mark. They stop at our booth when 
they spot us and I can see the displeasure of me sitting with Bobbi on 
Lana's face. "Well, fancy meeting you two here!" "Yes," I say, "we 
are discussing a business matter." I don't want Lana thinking that I am 
jumping into the arms of another woman. "Nice match, last night Bobbi. 
I don't think I could have whipped you any better myself," taunted Lana. 
Bobbi just reached for her drink and looked at me. "Oh, and Bobbi, we 
loved your lovely flag. I would have saluted it but your dance had me 
laughing too hard to get up." 
   
	"Stop it Lana," I say angrily, "you two will meet in a week and a half 
and take your fight to the mat then." Lana gets a smug look of 
satisfaction and leads Mark to a booth. I really love her. She has 
only two matches under her belt and she is confident like a veteran. 
Only now I fear for Bobbi's welfare. "Are you all right?" I ask. Bobbi 
says "I can't say anything about the "dance", although I think I know 
what she is talking about, but what is the flag business?" "You don't 
know?" "I have no idea." 

	"Well, remember when Nancy scratched your lovely rear? She left big red 
welts. Several times, Sue had you mooning the audience by pulling your 
loose suit aside, exposing you. The stripes and your crack made it look 
like a vertical flag, what with red and dark stripes." I hoped that I 
was delicate enough, even lying about her rear being lovely, which it 
was not. Too flat, too dimply, too ill defined. Again, I try not to 
smile as I recall the "dance." Bobbi looks me in the eye and asks "What 
did you see?" "Bobbi, let it rest. Let me get us another round of 
drinks." I think she is actually aroused  "Please tell me, how much 
did you see?" "Ok, Bobbi, the same thing a proctologist sees!" I am now 
aroused. 

	"Did it disgust you?" "No, it really turned me on." "But why doesn't 
that bother you?" Bobbi stirred her drink, and quietly said "Not only am 
I not bothered, but I am now aroused. You don't know this and please 
hold my secret, but the fact is that wrestling turns me on. I guess it 
is the exhibitionist in me." "Even when you are losing?" I ask 
incredulously. "Yes, I came three times during the match Tuesday night." 
I thought that calling it a match was really pushing it. 

	"When?" "Well, remember when Sue held me and choked me with one arm 
while the other arm supported my legs? Her arm was in contact with my 
crotch and I came as the friction continued." "I remember. I thought 
you shuddered from the pain, though." "No, and fortunately I wear an 
untight black suit which doesn't show the moisture." 

	"When else?" "When she bent me over and applied pressure to my neck. 
Something about being so totally dominated excited the hell out of me 
and I couldn't fight back. The pain was excrutiationg but it made me, 
well, come." "Bobbi, I hate to tell you this but that was the dance. 
Your legs were moving like pistons and it actually looked kind of 
humorous." Yeah, kind of. I was fighting the urge to laugh my ass off 
even now as I recall the spectacle. Bobbi said, "My legs were working 
because I was having an orgasm. Wetness was dripping to the mat but you 
probably couldn't see from where you are. I've always been a juicy 
comer. Allen saw what was happening and that is probably when he left." 
"What would cause you to come like that?" I asked. "Well, we all 
wrestle partly because we are exhibitionists, just like movie stars and 
other sports stars. Only, this is the ultimate because of the intimacy 
and the fact that I know most of the audience. It is so exciting. Also, 
the muscular exertion or sometimes the pain heightens the senses and it 
doesn't take much. 

	Know when the third time was?" "No, I have no idea." "When you asked me 
to concede the match. I never conceded before and the idea, combined 
with the pain, brought out extreme sexual feelings in me and with Sue's 
hand against my genitals, I came." "So that's why your voice was so 
shaky and you had that strange look on your face," I said. "Yep, that's 
it. Now only you know and Allen know. Wrestling brings out tremendous 
sexual feelings in me and I probably will never stop wrestling for that 
reason alone." "Well you are a hell of a woman," I tell her although the 
only thing that arouses me about the information is the idea of Bobbi 
dripping on the mat. "Your secret is safe with me," and it is and I try 
to ignore the flirtatious laughter coming from Lana's booth. Then Lana 
makes a return trip to our booth,, alone this time, with a drink in 
hand.  Why is she doing this? 
   
	"Oh Bobbi, by the way, I have thought of new ways to embarrass you so, 
if you are smart, you will call Art and concede our so called match 
without showing up. Of course you will deprive me of the most fun I 
could ever have." Lana is really cocky. If she wrestles like she did 
in her last match, she is going to be hurt by the more experienced 
Bobbi, I feel. Bobbi says nothing back. "Oh, and Bobbi, I am going to 
wrap your wrestling togs around your neck and drag you around. I hope 
you don't mind." 
  
	"Lana, I don't know what I have done to elicit this treatment from you, 
but let's wait until Tuesday to settle it on the mat." "Actually, I 
like you , Bobbi, you make me laugh. I have your tape and I watch it 
every night. You are one of the best dancers I have ever seen. You 
really "shake it up." Lana laughs sadistically and turns to return to 
Mark. This is not the Lana I know, and yet I still ache for her. But 
Mark has her really hyped up and she is taking this opponent too 
lightly. "Bobbi, I think we had better go now. Do you need a ride 
home?" "No, only a walk to my car in the parking lot." As we leave I 
notice that Bobbi is a real knockout in clothes and stockings. Wake up, 
Allen! 
   
	"Where are you headed?" Bobbi asks me. Without thinking I reply, "To 
the club to rent your videotape, as a matter of fact." Sometimes, I 
wish that I would think before I talk. I didn't want Bobbi to know that 
I was going to laugh my balls off at her dance. "Ooh, can I come to your 
place and see it?" "You mean you haven't seen it yet?" "No, but I am 
dying to." "You won't like it, believe me." "Why don't you let me 
judge that?" I can't dissuade her. "Bobbi, don't you understand? You 
are going to see yourself beaten up, dominated, laughed at, and 
humiliated. If you even got in as much as one hold, it could maybe be 
classified as competition. As it was, Sue looks like the best wrestler 
in the world. She totally dominated you. You will be surprised at the 
ease at which she tortured you." There, I got that out of my system and 
I am sure that Bobbie doesn't want to see that sight. 

	"I want to see it with you, please!" "Bobbi, do you understand anything 
I am saying?" "Yes I do, but I am a big girl now and maybe it will help 
me see what I can do to prevent it from happening again." I didn't 
believe that for one second, but I was not going to argue any longer. I 
would love to invite the lovely Lana to watch with me, but I guess I 
will have to accept Bobbi. Just as we get to our cars, I notice in the 
darkness Lana in a deep embrace kissing Mark. Oh, how that hurts. It 
used to be me where Mark is now. I know he will not stay with her but I 
am helpless to do anything about it. "C'mon Bobbi, we have a wrestling 
bout to watch!" Bobbi drives to my apartment while I sit in the car 
torturing myself as I watch my Lana going through gyrations and turning 
Mark on. She doesn't see me so I know that she is not putting on a show 
for me intentionally. I bet they had some night. I drive away through 
blurry eyes. 

	Bobbi's car is parked in front of my apartment when I get there. I jump 
out of my car, videotape in hand, and open her door. Bobbi looks very 
nice in the night light. "Bobbi, please think again. You know what is 
on that tape. Watching it with you will embarrass me for you." "Oh, I 
think I can keep you from being embarrassed!" she said. There would be 
no talking her out of this, so I resigned myself to it. When we got into 
the apartment, I prepared drinks for us, and we sat on the sofa, me 
giving Bobbi plenty of space, and I used the remote to start the tape. 
Bobbi moved closer to me, and put her hand on my knee. "Bobbi, I am 
going to stop the tape for a minute, I have to use the bathroom, ok?" 
   
	"Sure," she said, "I'll just wait right here for you." I really did 
have to go but I needed a moment of privacy also. I had to come to 
grips with my thoughts. I did my business, and then sat down on the 
closed head. On one hand, I was really upset with what was going on 
with Lana and Mark. In just two weeks, I went from no feelings, to deep 
feelings, to deeply hurt feelings. My instinct was to go out and make 
passionate love to Bobbi. On the other hand, I didn't love Bobbi, I 
didn't want her to cheat on Allen, certainly not with me, and I wanted 
to remain true to my love, Lana, even though she couldn't care less. 
Ok, I have the solution. We will watch the tape, Bobbi will be 
humiliated, and this awful night will be over. 

	I sit back on the sofa upon my return. Bobbi puts her hand high on my 
thigh. I should remove it but I don't have anywhere near that kind of 
resolve. Bobbi sees herself being beaten up. The tape doesn't show 
what Jean is doing to her and definitely not what Nancy did. It occurs 
to me that most of the audience doesn't know where the red welts came 
from. 

	"Here comes the so-called "flag", I warn. I don't know what to expect 
to see on tape but I sure remember the actual event. The camera is on 
wide-angle and on the tape, you can barely see the welts. All that can 
be seen clearly is her rear crack, but with no detail. It really doesn't 
look at all bad on the tape. Bobbi forces me to rewind and run the 
scene in stop action. Again, hardly anything is visible, only that Sue 
had such superiority over her older opponent that she could maneuver 
Bobbi's togs at will. I detect a shudder from Bobbi. I am afraid to 
look because she might be crying. In a second, I realize that she is 
not crying. Oh well, she is enjoying herself at her own expense, and 
soon, the dance will humiliate her. Actually, the first dance has 
already occurred, but Sue did not control the thing as much the first 
time. What's more, on tape you can't see Bobbi's legs shaking much. "My 
legs aren't that bad, she says, and she is right, at least as far as the 
videotape shows. If she could have seen them live, though, she would 
have though that somebody invented a new way to make milk shakes. 

	We see Sue sadistically carry Bobbi into the crowd, and she does not 
submit, in spite of the punishment and embarrassment. We see Sue get a 
drink from Jean and gently let Bobbi sip it. She walks Bobbi around, 
like a friend. Then she shows treachery as she devastates Bobbi. Then, 
the "dance." Sue has Bobbi completely in her control and she is drunk 
with the power. Then the tape shows Sue maneuvering Bobbi over to the 
area where I am sitting. It is hard to see but not hard to imagine what 
is happening. This is the point where I am inspecting her for 
hemorrhoids. Finally, Sue is orchestrating the macabre funny dance on 
the mat. I can't hide my laughter and I sort of feel bad but it truly 
is a magnificent sight. I can't contain myself and I am laughing out 
loud. I turn to look at Bobbi. She is not laughing but is smiling a 
strange smile. She shudders. My god, I think she came again! At the 
end of the tape, you can see me helping Bobbi up. "Well, Bobbi, how do 
you feel now?" "To tell you the truth, it is like watching someone 
else. I really enjoyed it but I sure hope that Allen or either of my 
kids see it." Bobby has two lovely girls, one a teenager, one a pre 
teen.  I don't know their ages exactly, but they are the image of their 
mother and they are both knock-out gorgeous kids. 

	"I agree with that," I said. "Well, Bobbi, it would be a good idea if 
you go now." "I will go, but tell me something. Were you turned on by 
my beating?" I said nothing. "It's okay. If you weren't I understand 
why." "Bobbi, I was turned on. I was hard as a rock. But I am not 
going to act on it. We are friends and I want to keep it that way." 
She asked, "Any helpful hints for my next match?" This really put me on 
the spot. Her next match is to be with Lana and I already felt that she 
might beat Lana. I didn't want to make it worse. "Next time, don't 
shake hands and turn your back on your opponent. Also, get a tighter-
fitting wrestling suit. That one is so stretched out that anyone can 
expose your secrets easily." "But that is my lucky suit," she 
protested. "Yeah, real lucky. You got your brains knocked out in it 
and I got to see where your dinner ends up. Come on, get something with 
tighter elastic." "Well, my boobs were never exposed in that suit, like 
your Lana's were in that sexy purple suit." "Of course your boobs are 
safe. They are immense. It would take an hour to get them out of 
there," I said with comedy. She smiled; she liked that. 

	"So, you noticed." "Bobbi, there is hardly any of you I haven't 
noticed, and let's face it, I have seen just about all of your so-called 
secrets." She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. I could not 
protest. She was frenching me and messaging my pants. I had to stop 
this. My willpower was dissolving fast. God, why couldn't this be 
Lana? I stand up and say "Bobbi, you don't know how sexy you really are 
but you are married, and I know Allen pretty well. We can't do this." 
She looks down and says, "I guess I had better go home now." I walk her 
to the door, and as she walks through she says "I really would love you 
to message my legs. Are you sure you don't want to? I have on a tight 
red bikini bottom so you could message as high as you want." I kiss her 
on the forehead, "Have a nice weekend. I'll see you on Tuesday to see 
Dottie's match." Before I go to sleep, I run the tape and laugh myself 
sick. 

	I get to the club early on Tuesday. The schedule has Lana wrestling 
another amateur with whom I am not familiar and Dottie wrestling Nancy 
for second place and big bucks. I have promised to sit up close during 
Dottie's match so as to protect her from any wrongdoing by Jean or Anne, 
Nancy's two dirty cronies. Lana's match is first but I have time to 
mingle awhile. I joke with some of my friends. "Hey, I wish all the 
bouts were as much fun as Bobbi's" says one. "Nah, too one-sided," says 
another. "Yes, but it is always sexy to see a sexy woman exposed like 
that." "True, and that crazy dance she was doing was something else." 
"I overheard some of the other wrestlers and they all want to see who 
can make her dance faster." "Next week, Lana will have her dancing like 
crazy." 

	"May not be so easy," I said. "Bobbi is a veteran and we have all seen 
her handle herself extremely well over the last several years." "Strange 
to hear you say that. Aren't you and Lana an item?" "Not anymore." "Oh, 
I get the picture.  Mark, huh?" I say, "I'm just saying, Lana needs 
more experience and Bobbi is at the peak of her career." Just then, who 
walks in but Bobbi. She practically runs over to me and gives me a hug. 
"Hello gentlemen, comparing notes on the beautiful women?" she says. 
"Uh, yes," they answer good naturedly. "Well, I need to borrow this guy 
for a moment so if you'll excuse us.""Oh, sure." 

	Bobbi and I get a drink and sit in the spectator area. As we begin to 
talk, who should come over but Sue. I get a ball of fear in my stomach. 
Sue reaches her hand out to Bobbi and says, "I'm very sorry about what 
happened last week, Bobbi. I want you to know that I am normally not 
like that but in the heat of the match, I couldn't control myself. You 
see, I either put myself in that frame of mind or I am too docile and am 
prone to getting beat up." 

	Bobbi took her hand and said graciously "It is all right, Sue. I have 
always felt that if you can do whatever to your opponent, do it or she 
might do it to you. You were the superior wrestler on Tuesday." I 
could read Sue's mind as she must have thought "Only on Tuesday, you 
weak excuse for a wrestler? You better hope we don't meet on the mat 
again." Sue said, "Well, I hope we won't be enemies and that you 
understand where I am coming from." "You are a very classy person and 
you show a lot of character. Do understand that I will do whatever I 
can to prevent that from happening again." They hugged and Sue move on. 

	"Well, picture that, the tiger has a heart," said Bobbi. I replied, 
"Aw, you know Jean put her up to that beating. Jean has nothing against 
you but she loves to see that happen to anybody." "By the way, how are 
things with you and Allen?" "We had a rough weekend. Guess what? He 
saw the videotape and is threatening to show it to the girls. He was 
glad to see me humiliated and admitted that he is training his red-
headed friend. I hope so because I really want to kick her butt again, 
bad!" 

	"I am sorry to hear this," I say. She asks if I will be her second 
against Lana next week. I say I will think about it. In walks Lana and 
Mark, hand in hand. I die. Of course, as soon as the man-magnet walks 
in all attention is diverted her way. Mark goes into the other room to 
make a phone call to his bookie. Lana is surrounded by an ever growing 
group of men, with whom she flirts and plays. Eventually, she sees me 
and Bobbi and comes over. 

	"Hi," she says to us. "Are you two discussing dance moves?" "Stop it, 
Lana, think about your match tonight." "Well, dear, I am wearing my 
purple outfit just for you." I gulp. This is really unfair. "We will 
enjoy your bout, and so you better get changed." "I will, but I have to 
find Mark to help me. He has showed me some things that will make me a 
better wrestler tonight. I think that you will like what you see." She 
wheels around in that bubbly way of hers and at that moment, I am so 
jealous that I am in deep pain. A warm hand on my cheek stirs me from 
painful mood. "Think about what you saw of me, darling." "You know 
what, I will be your second against Lana," I say. "Good, then we will 
beat her." Poor, poor Bobbi. I don't want to beat Lana, I want to love 
her. 

	Later, the first match is ready to start. Lana against Wendy, a medium-
built and inexperienced novice wearing a blue bathing suit and Reboks. 
Lana looks supremely confident through the introductions and Wendy looks 
nervous. Wendy has had four bouts, winning half by pin and losing half 
the same way. I don't think that this bout will end the same way. They 
go back to their corners where Mark messages Lana's shoulders. One good 
thing, she is not oiled. When I managed her, I got to oil her. The 
bell rings, and Lana sexily sweeps back her lovely long hair and the 
girls circle each other. Wendy tries to look tough but I read only 
nervousness. You can see that Wendy is nervous because she keeps 
licking her lips and her mouth is dry. She saw Lana wrestle before and 
I think she was afraid of her, especially Lana's deadly leg scissors. 
Wendy is wary and hesitant to lock up with Lana initially. Lana is 
feeling more confident by the second. Finally they lock up and Lana 
flings Wendy over her shoulders with force. Wendy hits the mat hard 
and, though not hurt, is stunned. Lana picks her up by her short dark 
hair and locks her in a bearhug. Poor Wendy grimaces as she tries to 
get Lana to release by separating her arms. But Lana is way too strong. 
Wendy turns flush and is grunting. Quickly Lana turns that into a front 
headlock. Wendy finally takes the initiative and slips out of the hold 
by spinning and trips up Lana and jumps on her to try to pin her in 
desparation. She must be crazy. Gleefully Lana flips her and diverts 
Wendy over to her legs and the crushing scissors hold is applied to 
Wendy's head. That quick. Wendy's legs are flailing and making a lot of 
noise on the mat, but she is fatally trapped. Will Lana dish out the 
punishment or allow Wendy to submit? Wendy screams out "Please, I give 
up!" Her soft legs kick more but Lana just increases the pressure. 
Wendy is obviously suffering very much. Finally, she lays there, her 
stomach rising and falling in spurts but no leg movement. They just lay 
there on the mat, spread eagled, lifeless. Lana slaps her own legs 
together again just to let Wendy know one more time that she is the 
boss. The referee taps Lana's shoulders, indicating that she should 
relinquish the hold. This match is over. Wendy yelps, kicks her legs, 
which are fairly shapely, into the air from which they splat back to the 
mat again, lifeless, as Lana gives on last power spasm to Wendy's head. 
But then she is free. She is crying and sobbing, as she lies on the 
mat, badly defeated. Lana has tremendous power in those large lovely 
thighs. Wendy will have a black eye or two in the morning, such is the 
power in Lana's large sexy thighs. The referee tries to help Wendy up 
but she is taking a long time to recover from the shock of the quick, 
violent beating. Finally, she is escorted back to the dressing room, 
rubbing her neck and looking like a train hit her. The taller girl will 
not be at all anxious to meet the much smaller Lana any time soon. You 
can't help but have pity for her, for she is a most pleasant-looking 
woman with a rather nice build. You just wouldn't know it at the 
moment. 

	Lana jumps up with joy.  Three minutes and sixteen seconds was all she 
needed. Only fourteen seconds from the club record, it turns out. She 
rushes over to Mark and I get up and go get a fresh beer. No need to see 
this. I hear applause and shouting. These people really love her. 
Actually, two camps have formed. The larger one can't get enough of 
her. There is some sexual tension going on but they also love her 
child-like enthusiasm. Plus, she really took care of the club bully, 
Jean, for a period of time in her first match. The smaller faction, 
consisting of potential women opponents, can't stand her. 
  
	Now she has possession of a record of 2- 1 and with three more wins, she 
becomes a pro and begins to make money. Lana would surely be able to 
make a lot of money, because she really is talented. My heart is 
aching. Somebody, is messaging my neck from behind. "Lana," I yell as I 
spin around. A hurt Bobbi looks down. "I'm sorry, Bobbi, I guess I had 
Lana on my mind from her lightning victory tonight." She says, "That's 
okay. Can I have a beer?" I get her a beer and notice that Lana is 
nowhere to be seen. Neither is Mark. I imagine that he is enjoying her 
ample pleasures in the changing room, just as I had done. Then, Dottie 
ran up to me. "It looks like Jean and crew are not showing up tonight. 
It will be a fair match between Nancy and I." "Good," I say. "I hope 
you kill her." I really didn't think Dottie had a chance. She was a 
vivacious blond also, but just kind of cute. She weighed about 140 
pounds and was not exceptional physically at all. But she had a great 
personality and had befriended Lana at the beginning. Nancy was a big 
Polish girl, probably weighing over 180. She was kind of slow but very 
strong. She usually had help in her matches from her good buddy Jean. 

	We heard Art make the preliminary announcements and we went to get 
seated. Guess who comes in the door?  Jean and Anne slip in and get 
seats right down front. I told Dottie that I would protect her from any 
hank-panky from those two but I was seated in the back and would now 
have trouble doing that. Dottie came out first wearing a short red cape 
over a shiny white bathing suit with little multicolored polka dots. 
Not a real threatening sight. And in her little white sneakers, she 
looked almost childlike. When Nancy made her appearance, she was 
wearing a dark black robe lined in red. Underneath was a shiny black 
bathing suit with black wrestling boots and black fishnet stockings. 
She looked formidable. Nancy wasn't what you would call fat but she had 
large powerful thighs and legs, a lot of girth around her middle and big 
strong shoulders and arms. Her face was cute, but her stringy hair could 
use some attention. 
  
	As the match begins, it appears that Dottie will try to rely on her 
superior speed. Nancy is having a hard time getting a hold of her, 
because she keeps moving out of her grasp. Finally, they lock up and 
Nancy immediately lifts the much smaller girl into the air by her neck 
and holds her there. The ref makes her break this and she easily tosses 
Dottie to the mat. Then, when she goes to grab Dottie, Dottie quickly 
crawls between her legs, comes up behind her and puts her in a 
hammerlock. Nancy is in pain but eventually uses her superior strength 
to break the hold. And that is how the match goes for quite a while. 
Dottie applies an effective hold and Nancy finally uses her strength to 
break the hold. This was, at this point, a pretty even match. 
Unfortunately, it didn't stay that way. Dottie had Nancy in a facelock, 
which Nancy was able to break by tossing Dottie over her shoulder right 
at the feet of the sadistic Jean. Little Anne, sitting next to her, 
then went into a coughing fit, staged to divert the attention of the 
audience so that Jean could demolish Dottie illegally. Fortunately, I 
had moved my folding chair next to Jean quietly during the match. She 
turned to me and asked me to escort the coughing Anne to get a drink. 
I knew she was trying to get rid of me and really, I had no choice. As 
I helped Anne from her seat, all eyes were on us. But I notice out of 
the corner of my eye, that Jean punched Dottie in the right kidney, 
dropping her like a wet dishrag. I asked somebody in the audience to 
accompany the loudly coughing Anne and ran down front just as Jean was 
swinging for her second devastating kidney punch. I managed to catch 
her fist just before it met its mark. Jean turned to me in shock, and 
then just smiled. Nancy grabbed the gasping Dottie and put her in the 
dreaded Jean taught backbreaker. But Dottie was so fast that she just 
used her momentum to continue past Nancy's shoulder to her feet on the 
mat. Great move! Then she grabbed one of Nancy's massive legs and 
tripped her up. Nancy fell to the mat with a loud thud. Dottie quickly 
turned her over and grabbed Nancy, putting her in a camel clutch, a 
submission hold. If her leverage was right, the submission would come 
quick, and it did. Dottie had wrenched Nancy's head back with all her 
might, and Nancy was thrilled to concede. Dottie released her jaw and 
let her head fall to the mat with disdain. Nancy just lay there, like 
she was dead. The match was over. Dottie was in undisputed second 
place. Dottie danced around in glee, fearless of any retaliation from 
the hurting Nancy or her underhanded friends. Massive cheering took 
place, and I applauded loudly myself. Jean turned to me and smiled, 
"Would you have done that for me?" 

	"What do you think," I said as I got up and went to go to the other 
room for a last drink before going home. Somebody grabbed my arm and 
spun me around. Dottie gave me a strong sloppy kiss. "Thank you, I 
would have been killed if you weren't here." "Well, Dottie, I promised 
you. You wrestled beautifully. Are you okay?"  "Yes, Nancy never even 
hurt me. She really didn't seem that tough. But one more kidney punch, 
and I would have been ruined. Thanks again." "My pleasure." 

	I got one more drink and found Bobbi hanging all over me. I can't 
really say I didn't enjoy the attention but I was so afraid of Lana 
seeing us and thinking that we were an item. Who comes up then but 
Lana. "That really was very nice of you," she said. "Are you seconding 
Bobbi in our match next week?" "I am," I answer sweetly. She knows 
that that means that I cannot interfere in that capacity and I know that 
she is planning on giving Bobbi her second humiliation in two weeks. I 
congratulate her on her win. "I am up to two wins and Mark was right. 
He is good luck for me, as you can see." "Lana, I..." but I never got 
to finish, which is just as well because just then Mark congratulated me 
and took Lana by the arm and led her out to the disappointment of most 
of the club. "There, there. Bobbi is here to soothe your hurting ego." 
"Thanks, Bobbi, but I am going to go home now." "When are you going to 
start working on my legs?" "Next week." That night, I enjoy Bobbi's 
humiliation again, making believe that Lana is doing the humiliation, 
not Sue. 

	Bobbi and I get together two more times before her match on Tuesday with 
the lovely Lana. I wonder what Lana will wear. I wonder if Lana can 
carry out her threat to out humiliate Bobby. On Friday, Bobbi pops up 
at my apartment unexpectedly. She is wearing white shorts and a black 
top and quite frankly, looks good. "Sorry to disturb you, but could you 
please take a short time to massage my thighs?" 

	"The match is in four days and I don't want them shaking again." Is she 
kidding? Does she really think I can massage them into shape in this 
short time? I am licking my Lana wounds, so I ask her in. After some 
small talk, I sit on the sofa and Bobbi stands with her back to me as I 
massage her legs. They are really soft and I yearn for the solid thighs 
of Lana. Bobbi asks if she can take her shorts off so that I can 
massage higher. She is already doing it so what can I say? She 
sensuously slides them down and moons me as she bends to slip them off 
her feet. She is wearing g-string bikini undies under the shorts. I 
can't believe this but I don't want to embarrass her and I must admit 
that I really enjoy the view of female anatomy. She starts to turn 
around to face me but I stop her. 
  
	"I can message your thighs better from here" I say. I will somehow find 
the resolve to be true to Lana, as though Lana cares. I massage Bobbi's 
too soft thighs and she begins to sway suggestively. I fight the urge. 
Her soft muscles help, as I find that a bit of a turn-off. Gradually, 
she is leaning forward and cooing. I resist the urge to look where I 
shouldn't. She leans further and I still resist, looking at the 
television instead. Bobbi is now is practically bending over and I no 
longer can resist because I am face to face with her rear sweetness. It 
looks just like it did the night of the beating, except for the aqua 
string. I feel as though we are on speaking terms with each other, me 
and her rear. I try not to look any more but I am attracted to a 
woman's hair and I can see a large amount of it underneath. And it is 
practically dripping on my rug. I straighten up Bobbi's body and give 
her a friendly slap on her somewhat shapeless flat derriere. 

	"Put your shorts back on and start concentrating on your coming match." 
I turn around as she retrieves her shorts. "Honey, do you really think 
Lana will be that tough?" she queries. "After all, she has only had 
three matches and she was damn lucky to win one of them. The other 
involved a totally inexperienced and untalented opponent. I really 
can't get too worried about her and with you on my side, how can I 
lose?" Where had I heard that before? Only the last time I heard that, 
I got real hard. 

	"You better take her seriously. She is strong and determined. What's 
more, she doesn't want to just win, she wants to win in a way that is 
more memorable than your loss to Sue." "Well, she can't do it so...." 
and she puts her arms around my neck. "Bobbi, go home. I can't resist 
you forever and I am determined that we will always be good friends." 
"You wouldn't say that If I were Lana, would you?" "No, I wouldn't. 
But remember, I love Lana. We can't control these things and in another 
situation, I might just screw your brains out. But at this time and 
place, that won't work for me or you. You are an amazing temptress and 
you are testing my willpower like nobody ever has." Finally, after a 
tongue-ful kiss, I get her to leave. I get a lot of laughs from the 
videotape that night before I go to bed. 

	Tuesday is a gorgeous day and I am full of butterflies the whole day. I 
have been fighting the urge to see Lana all week. It wasn't easy. 
After lunch, I can stand it no longer. I take a walk to where Lana 
works and see that she is at her desk. "Hi, there stranger," I begin. 
"Whoa, nice to see you. Where have you been?" "Oh, just busy, I answer. 
"I just want to wish you the best of luck tonight." "Thanks, but you 
had better save that for your blond bimbo friend," she said. "Lana, 
what do you have against her?" "Well, I really didn't have anything 
against her, I just wanted to used her humiliation as a yardstick for my 
own talents. But since you two have become an item, well, mercy won't 
be in my vocabulary." 
  
	"You sound jealous," I say jokingly. Lana turns red and says nothing. 
I just want to grovel at her feet, but one thing I know. In matters of 
the heart, you cannot change people's minds. "What are you wearing 
tonight?" I ask. "Well, let's just let that be a surprise but I will 
tell you that Mark got it for me." "Oh." "Well, to tell you the truth, I 
don't even know. Mark is surprising me and I won't know until tonight 
myself." "Well, I want you to know that I will be impressed, no matter 
what." Then that vixen blew me a kiss and gave me a wink. Why does she 
do that to me? 

	I enter the club a little after 7:00. It is already a sellout crowd. 
This is very good for the financial health of the club. Bobbi drapes 
herself on me immediately. I exchange greetings with the people who 
must notice that, de facto, Bobbi and I are an item. The last order of 
business, later that evening, was the holding of elections. I hoped to 
become the next vice-president of the club. Lana was bobbing around 
loving the non-stop attention that she was always receiving. Suddenly, 
our eyes met and the burning in my loins intensified. I turned away 
first. Mark was nowhere to be seen. He was probably calling his 
bookie. Lana's bout was the third and last scheduled for this evening. 
The first involved two amateurs, a real yawner. In the second, Jean 
came a little closer to winning the top prize money for the season by 
annihilating a visiting pro from another wrestling club. Let's just say 
that when it was over, the hapless visitor conceded defeat 10 times and 
it still took the ref and two other people to separate Jean from her 
semiconscious prey. Basically, another yawner, even though it looked 
promising, what with a new woman never seen before. She will probably 
stay with her own club from now on. 

	It is time for the women to change for the third match. Bobbi says "How 
about coming into the dressing room with me to help me change." "Bobbi, 
I'll be there in five minutes and you better be in your wrestling togs 
by then." "Spoilsport!" A few minutes later, I knock on her door and 
she invites me in. Bobbie is wearing the same overstretched suit. 
"Bobbi, didn't I tell you to get a new wrestling outfit?" I scream. 
"What are you, broke?" "No, but I told you I am comfortable in this." 
"Okay, do you want every gentleman in the audience to see your butt?" 
"Don't be silly. Only some of them." "And how about the women. When 
they see your asshole, that's what they think you are." Bobbi flushed 
red and bowed her head. "I can't help it. I am so comfy in this, I feel 
totally free." "Nuts, Bobbi, you are hopeless." 
   
	We came onto the mat to polite applause and some raucous giggling. The 
reason for this large turn-out is twofold. First, Lana is so crazily 
popular, it is unbelievable. I understand that. Second, everybody likes 
a laugh, and they so enjoyed their mirth at Bobbi's last beating, that 
they were hoping she would be humbled again and treat them to the 
humorous sight of beating her feet on the mat. Bobbi had no intention of 
doing that because it was a dance born of pain. Bobbi wore no cape or 
robe. She made a simple appearance, smiled nervously at the crowd, and 
hoped for a good physical workout with herself victorious. Out prances 
Lana, followed by a disinterested looking Mark. The crowd explodes. 
And boy, does she ever play up to them. She is smiling and blowing 
kisses and we wait a long five minutes until the crowd quiets enough 
that pre-match instructions and introductions can take place. Lana is 
wearing a red satin robe and white boots. I can hardly wait till she 
takes off that robe. At the instructions, neither woman looks at the 
other. I can detect Bobbi's nervousness, but none for Lana. They shake 
hands and return to their corners. I have to look back at Lana. She 
flips the robe off revealing an American flagdecorated suit. Red at 
the boobs, which are practically hanging out, the rest soft white with 
thin blue stripes and white stars in the red field at the boobs. I 
guess she could have looked sexier, I just don't know how. I was paying 
no attention to poor Bobbi. 
   
	"Please massage my shoulders," she pleaded. I did that and noticed that 
Bobbi had the straps holding her top very loose. Her large pendulous 
breasts were just about with no support and hung down very far. The 
bell rang. 

	As the two women circled each other, I couldn't take my eyes off of 
Lana. The suit was tight everywhere but at the top where her 
magnificent boobs shook through the suit as she moved. It was so tight 
at the back, that a large proportion of beautiful firm rear was 
uncovered and she had a deep and inviting wedgie. Obviously, the suit 
was too small, and thank god for small favors. Bobbi was the aggressor. 
She knew a lot of holds and she effortlessly moved through them with 
ease. A facelock led to a side flip which became a jawlock followed by 
a reverse arm bar. These hurt and Lana pounded the mat in frustration. 
Bobbi masterfully moved into an arm bar again which placed one sneaker 
on the side of Lana's lovely face and the other in her armpit with Bobbi 
twisting and pulling Lana's captive arm. Lana tried to kick out time 
after time but she was in deep trouble. She was losing the feeling in 
that arm and if this kept up much longer, she would be wrestling with 
literally one arm. Bobbi smiled, she was loving this and she cranked up 
the pressure another notch. Bobbi spit out nuggets of venom having to 
do with who is the tougher now, and about the fact that Lana thought she 
was hot stuff in threatening Bobbi, and so on. Lana had to endure the 
verbal abuse as she was at Bobbi's mercy at this point. Lana kept 
trying to kick out but ... no chance. The crowd shouted encouragement 
to Lana. I notice with each kick how much more solid Lana is than Bobbi 
below the waist. When her legs hit the mat, they hardly shake at all, 
and I am getting a delightful view right up to the wedgie under her. 
Secretly, I am wishing that she break the hold and like magic she does 
by kicking into a back somersault and for the first time this match, she 
applies a hold to Bobbi. She kicks the back of Bobbi's thigh and puts 
her into a spinning toe hold. Now Lana's better conditioning begins to 
show. She quits the toehold and grabs Bobbi by the hair. A shocked and 
screaming Bobbi gets to her feet and gets a strong forearm to her jaw. 
She drops with a loud thud. She is hurt. Again, she is lifted, again 
she is dropped by a punishing forearm. As Lana goes to pull her up yet 
again, Bobbi brings her fist up into Lana's tummy. It is not that 
strong a blow, but it effectively doubles Lana up for a minute. Bobbi 
brings both hands down like a tomahawk on the back of Lana's neck. She 
falls to her knees, stunned. What is keeping her wonderful breasts from 
falling out? Only the nipples are not exposed. I could come in a 
second. It was becoming obvious that Lana could not hold her promise of 
abusing Bobbi more that Sue did. Sue was completely untouched in her 
match whereas Bobbi has dished out quite a lot of abuse to Lana in this 
match. Bobbi got behind Lana and started to knead her shoulder muscles. 
This is very painful and I almost yelled for Lana to get out of it. As 
she writhed in pain, her beautiful breasts strained against the suit. 
Bobbi then sank her knee into Lana's back while pulling her arms back. 
Lana screamed. This match would be over soon. The sounds of 
encouragement from the audience were fading now. Bobbi was going to 
have her revenge and the laughter was over. They weren't laughing now. 
Somehow, Lana got to her feet. She seemed helpless with Bobbi holding 
her arms behind her. But Lana still had a lot of fight in her. She did 
a front somersault, landing on her feet. The shocked Bobbi let go of her 
arms and caught a forearm to the gut. She grunted loudly and bent over. 
Lana then put Bobbi's head between her strong thighs and jumped up, 
landing on her knees and jamming Bobbi's head right to the mat with a 
crunch. Bobbi was dazed and hurt badly. Now was Lana's chance to 
humiliate her. She disdainfully picked Bobbi up and put her in a 
powerful side headlock. Bobbi was facing the audience and her massive 
cleavage was visible to everybody. Her breasts were so large, that in 
this position, gravity forced them to be thicker at the nipples that at 
her chest. As the eye followed the cleavage to the point, they got 
larger. Lana now played the tit game. When she bounced Bobbi's head up 
and down, her boobs moved like slinkys. Up and down they bounced. The 
stretched out suit gave no support whatsoever. When she moved Bobbi's 
head vigorously back and forth, her breasts followed until they worked 
up an inertia where they were practically slapping Bobbi's body as they 
reached the end of their play from side to side. The crowd did not 
laugh. They just stared in amazement, many of the men having dumb looks 
on their faces with their jaws hanging open in obvious enjoyment. The 
women looked envious. Lana continued this game for a long time and 
Bobbi was suffering under the severe pressure of a headlock applied by a 
strong Lana. After a while, Lana realized that she was punishing Bobbi 
but not humiliating her so she decided to expose her rear for fun. She 
switched Bobbi from a side headlock to a front headlock. She turned 
Bobbi so that the audience would be mooned. Then she reached over to 
grab a fistful of stretched out black suit and pull it aside but an 
amazing thing happened. 

	Bobbi bent her body so that Lana could not reach the suit in the right 
place unless she relinquished the hold with her other. Lana tried again, 
same result. Then Lana switched hands to try the other side. She 
grabbed the fabric and pulled, but Bobbi's movement wouldn't allow any 
gross display. In fact, she only succeeded in giving Bobbi a wedgie, 
which actually gave contour to Bobbi's flat derriere and made it look 
more attractive. Then Bobbie put her hands around Lana's legs and 
lifted and flipped the distracted lovely Lana. Bobbi got Lana in a 
seated position and from behind, brought her strong arm down with a blow 
that caught Lana in the chest with a loud splat followed by a scream. 
Bobbi should have continued this but she really didn't have a killer 
instinct. Instead, she went to bring Lana's arm into a reverse armlock, 
but Lana flipped around and gave a vicious punch to Bobbi's side. This 
knocked the wind out of her with a rush, and she slowly slithered to the 
mat, in great pain. Here it comes, I thought. The dreaded leg 
scissors. Bobbi was caught and she would last as long as Lana wanted 
her too. Lana turned up the pressure, and Bobbi would have conceded but 
her mouth was covered and she couldn't get a sound out and hardly a 
breath in. She was a goner, but at least she wasn't humiliated or made 
to dance. Oh, oh, I spoke too soon. 

	Lana looked at me and smiled. I knew then that she needed to be at 
least the equal of Sue in her torture of Bobbi. The helpless Bobbi 
fought the good fight but she was going to pay for every minute of it 
now. As Lana squeezed her neck, she kicked her flabby legs in pain. 
With Bobbi's legs facing the audience, they were again seeing her do a 
dance. Only in this one, she was on her back with her legs shaking like 
Jell-O right up to her ass. Now Lana increased the pressure. Bobbi 
stomped the mat ever faster and louder. More pressure. Her legs are 
going like pistons. A little less pressure, slower leg kicking. Light 
pressure, very slow kicking. One leg up, the other down. The other up 
and so on. This was a rhapsody in JellO. Lana was really getting off 
on this. The videotape was catching Bobbi in a second version of an 
ever more comical dance. People were trying to stifle laughter in the 
aisles. I was sitting off to the side in Bobbi's corner so it didn't 
look quite as humorous to me, but soon, the laughter became contagious 
and I was breaking up. Lana was flushed with excitement. It really 
doesn't get any better than this for her. People were laughing and 
pointing to the spectacle but you didn't have to see anything to know 
what was happening. You could hear the beat of the bottom of Bobbi's 
sneakers slapping a cadence on the mat. In her dance, Bobbi had turned 
her body to me and I was looking at the very bottom of her wrestling 
suit. Lana caught me looking and did an amazing thing. She snarled, "So 
you want to see hers, do you?" Then she grabbed the leg of the loose 
suit and simply tugged it aside exposing Bobbi's glistening womanhood. 
I was heavily aroused. I don't think anybody else could see much of 
what was happening, but it was staring me right in the face. My god, 
Bobbi must be coming! Rivulets of sweet honey were pulsing out of the 
lovely flower and running down into her rear sweetness. I didn't 
believe that a woman could come so hard. I stared unashamedly, as the 
sweet liquid came out faster and more copiously. Her pubic hair was 
already soaked and matted. I was awfully close to coming. Then it 
stopped and the suit returned to its former position as Lana released 
it. I was close enough now to see that her suit was soaking wet in this 
area. She must have come before this. Lana then started smacking her 
belly in the same beat as her legs. People were laughing so hard that 
they were crying. Poor, poor Bobbi. This was a lot of pain and 
embarrassment to absorb from a relatively inexperienced woman, even 
though they were about the same age. But two victories doesn't compare 
to almost one hundred by the more experienced Bobbi. 

	Bobbi was running out of energy at a rapid rate. She couldn't kick as 
hard now. Finally, she just lay there with one leg stretched out and 
unmoving. The other continued to keep beat on its own. Lana cruelly 
pulled the suit tight up the middle so that the fabric went into the 
well lubricated lips of her sweet womanhood. I could see the seepage 
through the fabric. Lana exposed it one more time, and I didn't know if 
Bobbi was peeing or coming, so copiously was the flow. She was coming, 
all right, I could hear her muffled moans from here. The leg stopped 
moving. She was becoming unconscious. Lana released the pressure as 
she didn't want to be deprived of hearing that Bobbi was conceding that 
Lana was indeed the far superior wrestler. Bobbi came to just as the 
ref was about to stop the fight. Lana revived her by making sure she 
could breath and by slapping her giant bosoms. "Ooooh, moaned the 
trounced Bobbi. "Do you give up?" "Yes, yes I do." "Why?" "Please 
Lana, you are the superior wrestler." "And as a woman?" 

	"Oh Lana, you have more than I ever will, you are the greater woman." I 
could tell that Bobbi was coming again by the way she squeezed out her 
words. Lana had better leave her alone or we would need a mop. Lana 
kept up the pressure of that devastating leg scissors and you could see 
by the look on her face how much she was enjoying this punishment that 
she was doling out in large doses. Lana made her verbally concede defeat 
very loudly and the ref stopped the fight. Lana slapped Bobbi's left 
breast, causing Bobbi to scream out in pain as a reminder and then she 
jumped up, her hand raised in total victory by the ref. Three wins, 
three concessions. This crowd erupted. Then a strange thing happened. 
As I went to Bobbi's aid, Lana grabbed me and kissed me and tongued me, 
over the prone but alert body of poor Bobbi. Bobbi moaned as Lana jumped 
into the crowd. I reached down to help Bobbi get up. She was wobbly 
and other than a very red breast and neck, not in all that bad shape. I 
helped her to the dressing room. "She is really good," she said. "I 
don't think I ever want to face her again." 

	"You don't," I said. Take off your suit and get washed up, you will 
feel better." There was no shame now. I had seen the most personal 
parts of this mother of two, and seeing more wouldn't matter at this 
point. Bobbi loosened the straps and pulled the stretched out suit down 
easily. Her large breasts fell out. They were sort of magnificent, 
with giant tan-colored nipples, the biggest I had ever seen. But they 
hung down to her belly-button and that was a bit of a turn-off. They 
were quite red. She stood up in her unabashed nakedness and handed me 
the suit to put into her gym bag. She was certainly hairy at the 
sweetspot and this I like. But the hair was all very wet. As she 
walked away, her flat rear and soft legs shook like crazy with each 
step. Not really attractive but kind of neat in a perverse way 
considering that I have seen close up what is in there. As I put her 
suit away, I realized that it might be a good idea to wring it out. The 
crotch area was dripping wet. I wrung it out and reveled in the lovely 
smell of womanness. I was good and hot now yet I hoped that Bobbi was 
too beaten up to want to make love. That was not to be. She came back 
to me, with that look on her face after washing. 

	"I can't believe how that woman beat me. I have more experience and yet 
she caused me great pain. I am really embarassed and hurt. But you can 
help make it better." "Bobbi, I can't!" Where did I get that strength? 
She grabbed me in her strong arms and kissed me passionately. She was 
able to feel my hardness. But I was determined. There was a lady in 
the next room probably doing the same thing to a man there but I wanted 
to be that man. I serviced Bobbi with my talented fingers and she came 
again and again. She must have a creek running in her. Finally, 
exhausted, she released me. I left the room and did my mingling. 
Surprisingly, Lana was already out there with her fan club. But she 
left them to speak to me in private.	"Well, hon, I hope you are not mad 
at me for humiliating your friend so bad." "No, I actually enjoyed it." 
"Did you enjoy it when it happened to me also?" "A little but I worried 
about you and tried to protect you, remember?"  She grabbed me and gave 
me a long, open kiss. That had the usual effect on me, as one might 
expect. "Listen, I want to meet you at the pub tomorrow, " she insisted. 
She didn't have to break my arm. "I'll see you there!" Later, Bobbi 
dressed in her short skirt, and with her hair fixed, looked quite 
wonderful. She received warm greetings and I knew another video was 
going to be very popular. Was every opponent going to make her do a 
dance? I hoped so. She has great legs below the knees and some of the 
men are actually flirting with her. I bade her goodnight and left. 
Tomorrow was to have more surprises. 


HEAVEN STARTS WITH L 	IV 

	Some people deal well with dilemmas. I never am sure if I make the 
correct choice when I am in one, and right now, I am. Besides my usual 
worries and responsibilities at work, I have some new problems to mull 
over. Number one is the a lady that I love wants to meet me for drinks 
after work today. No big deal? Well, the love is basically going one 
way. This lovely woman seems to be enamored with somebody else, even 
though she has begun coming on to me again lately. Number two is that I 
have just been elected the vice president of the Roosevelt Wrestling 
Club. That means that I am in charge of scheduling matches. That is 
harder than it seems. There are so many intrigues such as when two 
women can't stand each other and want to take it out on the mat, or the 
club bully can't get a fight, or a million and one variations of those 
themes and more. Third, a young woman whom I have befriended seems to 
have a powerful crush on me and I can't or won't return those feelings 
as my heart belongs to Lana, but she doesn't seem to want it. So, my 
mind has a full slate. Getting back to the second problem, that has a 
subset of problems all its own. 

	In two weeks, we are having two unusual events at the club. We are 
going to try the occasional tag team event. Doesn't sound difficult, 
does it? It is. Well, really the wrestlers hate the idea. But the 
club members love it. The women have good reason for not liking these 
matches. They have talked to women in other clubs and they know that 
tag teams can be really brutal. One takes the chance of getting beaten 
by two, or possibly even three girls during a match, and humiliation in 
front of a group is one thing, but humiliation in front of your partner 
or your opponents is something else again. Nobody likes to look bad. Of 
course, this is the very thing that attracts an audience. Here's the 
problem; two women volunteered immediately, the pain sisters, Nancy and 
Anne. Because they are part of Jean's crowd, nobody wants to wrestle 
them. Thank goodness Jean didn't volunteer - nobody wants to get 
anywhere near her in a combat situation. I have a solution in the 
making in that I think that Dottie, a pleasant blond, might agree to be 
one half of one team. But I can't find another. We are trying to 
entice women to participate by giving all participants full prize money 
and the winners each a full win credit. 

	As though that isn't enough trouble, consider that we are also 
inaugurating a championship series that will crown an actual champion 
and fill many purses. I have been able to get seven people into this 
one. They are Jean, the toughest in the club; Pat, a very large (fat) 
but nice wrestler; Nancy, a big oaf; Anne, who has no chance; Dottie, 
already mentioned; Bobbi, a woman that I can't get rid of; and Sue, a 
new Pro with excellent talents. I would like to have an eighth 
participant, but no dice at the moment. 

	Both of these events are creating tremendous excitement. Tag teams and 
a double elimination tournament for big bucks. Now I think of Lana, 
whom I will be meeting soon, and I am so excited I feel my bladder 
filling up . I have given our situation careful thought but I am still 
trying to sort out my hurt feelings. Lana is being managed by a 
playboy, Mark, and she is infatuated with him. Am I jealous? No, I am 
14 light years past jealous. I don't know if they are carnally 
involved, but I presume that they are. I don't know what we will talk 
about but I resolve that no matter what, I will not go back to her, even 
though I love her dearly and yearn to enjoy her many pleasures. I think 
that I have been hurt too bad and I would love to stand up to her but, 
in truth, I don't know that I wouldn't melt if the offer came. 

	At the end of the day, I fight the urge to run to where Lana's desk is 
to walk over to the pub with her. So I struggle to walk at a normal 
pace and when I get there, her desk is empty; she is gone. One of her 
co-workers said that she had to go, but she will meet me as she said she 
would. With heavy disappointment, I wend my way over to the pub. To my 
great excitement, she is sitting at the bar waiting for me. I get our 
drinks and we find a booth. I look at her and I ache so bad. A quick 
image; we grab at each other and dive under the table for.... I can only 
imagine. 

	"How are you Lana," I ask trying to hide my butterflies. "Ok, how are 
you?" "Kind of busy but I'm alright." Lana says, "I miss you." Why is 
she doing this to me? Does she want me back? "Well, I miss you too. 
How are things at home?" "Well, not much has changed. Jerry is a pain 
in the ass and my boy is causing me some problems, but I can handle it." 
I think of Lana as a caterpillar who has become a butterfly with her 
tremendous popularity at the club. I know that she is looking for 
something in her life and I can only provide a little of whatever it is, 
but it excites and pleases me that she allowed me to be there. "I have 
to ask you something, a favor," she says. "Ask away." "I want to enter 
the championship tournament next week."  "Yeh, and you want to wrestle 
Jean again. C'mon, use your head. And why are you asking me anyway? 
Your manager should be making the request," I intone. "Well, Mark seems 
to have become suddenly very busy. He is training a young amateur named 
Cerise, a coed cheerleader at Community College." Cerise is a black 
girl with long black hair and the most perfect body ever seen but I have 
seen her wrestle and, frankly, she sucks. I ask, "Is he neglecting you 
for her? She doesn't show much promise as a wrestler."  "Yeh, I think 
a little." "So I am your second choice?" "No, you are my first choice. 
I died the night that Bobbi was abased and you were looking at forbidden 
things. You should have been looking at my forbidden things." "Lana, 
they were being presented to my face, do you really think I won't look? 
Do you really think that I stopped imagining seeing your lovely 
secrets?" She said, "I don't know. Did you have sex with her?" "No, I 
didn't." "Were you tempted?" "Heavily, but I remain true to you. Did 
you go all the way with Mark?" "No, I came close, but I didn't, I 
swear." "Lana, I have to tell you something. You are so popular at the 
club. I love this, but my jealousy is strong when the crowd celebrates 
you physically, I have trouble handling it." "I am sorry, but I can't 
guarantee that I can control that," she said. "That's alright, you are 
exuberant, but I don't think that we can be a "thing" again because of 
that." She looked hurt and god, I don't know how to take what I said 
back. "I will always love you and certainly be turned on by you, but, 
again, I think that our age difference precludes our keeping up." "I 
understand," she said looking down at her drink. "Then let me ask you 
the favor again, if I may. Please let me enter the tournament." "Lana, 
I can't. You still have amateur status, remember?" "I thought that you 
could waive it," she said glumly. "Well, I am sorry, but I can't." Now 
I am totally aroused, remembering how utterly sexy Lana looked in her 
tight purple wrestling suit while being dominated by Jean. And now, my 
little flower wants to chance that again. I squirm as my Jockey's 
suddenly become very uncomfortable. "But, how about this? We are 
having our first tag team event and Dottie needs a partner. Full prize 
money and win credit," I dangle. "Who would we be wrestling?" "Anne 
and Nancy." "Anne?" she asks, "count me in!" Whew, problem solved. We 
chit-chat over another drink, but Lana is definitely down, and I want to 
make her suffer a little, considering all the suffering she caused me. 
But I am not a cruel person, and I am about to swallow my pride, big 
time, when Lana gets up and says "I have to be going. I'll see you at 
the club on Tuesday." And she is gone. 

	I drive home, biting my lip all the way. What the hell is wrong with 
me? The thing that I have been praying for, no, living for, happened 
tonight and I squashed it. I must be a masochist. I reach my apartment 
and enter, thinking that I might be hungry but I really don't want to 
eat. The doorbell rings. It is Bobbi. I open the door and stare 
blankly at her. Oh, she is looking lovely enough, but... who cares? 
"Hi, I have something I want to show you." "Oh yeah, what?" "Well, can 
I come in?" "Oh, sorry, sure." Bobbi enters and I get some sodas for 
us out of the fridge. "So, what is on your mind, Bobbi?" I ask. "Well, 
I got a new wrestling suit!" "Yes, and...?" "Well, don't you want to 
see it?" "Oh, sure." Bobbi goes to the bathroom to take her clothes 
off. Why the sudden display of modesty? Was I going to see something I 
hadn't seen before? Like her toes? She comes back and she is 
wearing..... "Well, how do you like it?" Bobbi was wearing a lavender 
lycra spandex suit. And it was super tight. And she might want to see 
a wax specialist, though not on my account. I love woman hair. "Turn 
around," I command. She turns and I see that the lycra has actually 
given her flat behind some shape by separating her buns. Unfortunately, 
her thighs are still not smooth. "Do you like it?" Now, I am very 
excited. No, not by Bobbi, but by the memory of sexy Lana in her 
lavender suit, although I won't let on. I consider making love to 
Bobbi, while thinking of Lana but decide that that was still a form of 
cheating on Lana. "I like it, Bobbi. Oh, it may not be as nice as your 
black sack-of-potatoes outfit, but it is nice." I notice that her 
cleavage is gigantic and I can see the outline of her monstrous nipples 
through the suit. Also, I think that I notice the beginnings of wetness 
on the v of her suit. I stand up and she embraces me. Her arms are 
very strong. She goes to kiss me but I turn aside. I gently bring my 
hand to her crotch, and start massaging the part of a woman's anatomy 
that I love most. In a short time she comes, again and again. "Bobbi, 
this suit is brand new and it needs to be washed already." "You're 
right," she replies. I am rock hard because I am imagining my soft 
caressing hand and gentle finger touching Lana. I don't even know any 
Bobbi at this moment.  Bobbi is shuddering again. I let her finish and 
tell her to go, which she finally does. I sit down and realize that I 
am horny and lonely and neither one is related to the other. I don't 
watch a videotape tonight. 

	Tuesday is finally here. I think that I have scheduled three strong 
matches for the club's entertainment tonight. Big Nancy will wrestle 
Dee-Dee, a nice lady that runs a large florist shop nearby. With her 
bleached white straight hair, Dee-Dee looks like a 60's anachronism. In 
fact, she looks just like Mary of Peter, Paul and.  She wrestles for 
exercise, never wearing anything sexy or exhibitionistic. Once she 
wrestled in jeans. She is not bad, but she is fairly slow and so-so in 
strength. 

	One of the big matches will be Bobbie and Anne, only this time I won't 
let Anne back out like she did last time. Bobbi has a score to settle 
and I want to see that little worm Anne get what she deserves. The 
third match will be worth the price of admission alone. The newly-
turned pro, Sue, will wrestle Pat. Now, let me tell you about Pat. Pat 
stands about 6 feet tall and weighs over 250 pounds. She is, well, in a 
word, fat. Her body is so big that her head looks too small for her 
body. Actually, her face isn't that bad, what with her turned-up nose 
and pretty eyes. But she wore her hair far too butch and had a few too 
many chins. She doesn't wrestle a lot and she is clean as can be, but 
she seldom loses. 

	About an hour before work is over, I get a visit from Lana whom I 
haven't seen since last week. I can't tell you how much I love this 
girl nor how much she turns me on. When I look up and see her, I get 
butterflies in my gut. "Fancy meeting you here," I say. "Listen, are 
you going to the matches tonight?" she asks. "Of course, I am vice-
pres, how could I not?" "Well, do you think you can find it in your 
heart to sit with me?" "Ok, Lana, sit down. What's bothering you?" 
"Oh nothing much." "Lana, what is it?" "Mark is abandoning me, I 
think." "He is spending all his time with Cerise." "So what, don't you 
think you are talented enough on your own?" "No." "Come on Lana." 
"Well, first I had your support and sponsorship, and then his. I need 
your support." "Mine, his, Lana, you just need a man." "Not true." 
"Alright, I won't argue with you. We will sit together." She 
brightened up and we agreed to meet outside the club again, like we used 
to. 

	We meet at 7 outside the club. As I help her out of her sport-ute, she 
swings her luscious legs out towards me and I see that she is wearing 
bright white underpants, and mine suddenly fill up. She is wearing a 
lovely short pleated skirt and pale yellow blouse. She looks HOT! She 
is much more bubbly and I can't allow myself the luxury of getting too 
excited about her. We make our entrance and in a minute I am getting a 
beer for myself because the light is now surrounded by adoring moths. 
What can I do? As the matches begin, I get a seat up front. In a 
second, Lana is sitting next to me, putting her hand on my leg. I am in 
trouble. And where did she come from? "This will be a good match, 
Lana." I say. "Why do you say that?" she asks. "Neither girl is 
particularly good, but they are evenly matched." Both women are dressed 
in black with black stockings but Nancy has black boots and Dee-Dee is 
wearing white boots. Dee-Dee shows a little cleavage but there is not a 
lot of sexual interest here. This bout lasts about 20 minutes, with 
Nancy in control the last five minutes after a fairly even beginning. 
There are no dirty moves, nor any sadism. Just that Nancy is stronger 
and more determined. Dee-Dee loses strength and in the end, she gets 
pinned, fairly and squarely, overpowered and out-wrestled. A good clean 
match, a rarity in the Pro level lately. Nancy helps Dee-Dee up off the 
mat and they shake hands, no doubt about the winner. Before the 
intermission, I say to Lana "How about staying with me the next 15 
minutes, instead of making your usual rounds?" I can't believe it, she 
does. She tells the other men that she wants to talk to me. This tells 
me something. I am now feeling very warm inside, and looking at Lana's 
legs, I am feeling very hot somewhere else. 

	The next bout is going to be great. Bobbi and Anne are finally going to 
meet again. Bobbi feels that she owes Anne a lot, since her humiliation 
by the young Sue was caused by Anne. Bobbi is wearing her new lavender 
spandex suit and she is modeling it to approving cheers. She is making 
sure to keep her boobs in perpetual motion. Anne is a small pretty 
bleached blonde. She wears her usual black suit but Anne is not 
particularly endowed with breast or ass. She has thin legs and wears 
reboks. Even though she is basically pretty, I find her looks sort of 
rat-like and I really don't care for her much. She usually gets her 
licks in illegally and is a big help to Jean when Jean needs to punish 
somebody. At the introduction, Bobbi stares daggers at Anne but Anne 
won't look back at her. Anne half-heartedly reaches her hand out to 
shake but Bobbi just spins around and goes to her corner to await the 
bell, highly unlike this normally friendly woman. At the bell, Anne 
runs at Bobbi and rakes her fingers across Bobbi's face. Bobbi falls to 
her knees with a scream. Anne then drop-kicks Bobbi's ample boobs which 
flattens the larger girl on her back. Bobbi is clutching her painful 
breasts, and kicking her legs. Is little Anne going to be able to make 
Bobbi dance too? Anne reaches down and pulls on Bobbi to get her up to 
her feet. Then she applies the dreaded front facelock in order to start 
the dance. But Bobbi grabs Anne's legs and lifts her and flips her over 
her back. Anne lands on her back and lets out a little shriek. Bobbi 
wastes no time in knee dropping her opponent followed by a series of 
clean but cruel holds. Anne is screaming all over the place, and we are 
all enjoying that. Finally, Bobbi picks the helpless little woman up on 
her back, hanging by her jaw, her legs kicking the air. She carries her 
around the audience and has members ask her to concede, including me. 
"Anne, do you quit." "God, yes!" I ask, "Anne, who is the better 
wrestler, you or Bobbi?" "Bobbi is, Bobbi is!" Finally, Bobbi carries 
the woeful woman to the mat and drops her like a beanbag. Anne is 
crying. Bobbi has yet one act of revenge left. Even though the match 
is over, she wants Anne to recognize the pain she has caused. Bobbi 
steps up on little Anne's flat stomach and walks back and forth on her. 
After the fourth step, Anne begins pleading. Bobbi smiles and spits on 
her, turns and walks away. Bobbi's lavender suit is very dark at the 
"v".  I turn to Lana, "Well, did you enjoy that?" "Thoroughly, but I 
fear that Anne will not wrestle me now." "I believe you are right," I 
answer. Again, Lana stays with me during the intermission. 

	Finally, the last match is about to begin. This has been, so far, a 
very satisfying night. This match promises to be good. Strong, lithe 
Sue against big, fat Pat. Pat has a marvelous disposition and is really 
a pretty good wrestler. She wears a black suit with multi-colors at the 
top. Pat has a lot of necks and a lot of big love handles and really 
doesn't care much for what people think. This is Pat, this is her size 
and you will have to accept it or reject it yourself, that was not her 
problem. Pat is a bit of an exhibitionist which is kind of humorous 
when you think about it. Her legs are tree trunks, her arms massive, 
her ass able to block out the sun, her boobs large but only because she 
is so big overall. She was a local school bus driver and I couldn't 
imagine any children giving her much trouble. Sue looked a little 
concerned in her multi-floral long aerobics spandex outfit. 

	This match began with the faster Sue running around behind the slower 
Pat to apply a bear-hug. "Do you still think Sue is easy?" I whispered 
to Lana. "I'd kill her!" she confidently answered. Sue could not reach 
around Pat very well so she moved in front of her and tried to pick her 
up for a slam. Sue must have had too much to drink before the match. 
Pat reversed this and slammed Sue so hard to the mat that I think she 
bounced seven times. Pat easily lifted the stunned Sue and punished her 
with a wrist lock. Sue escaped eventually but she was shaking her sore 
tortured arm. Sue than smashed Pat in the chest with her forearm. Pat 
took a step back. Another smash had Pat reeling. Sue tripped Pat up 
and had her on the mat, where she wanted her.  Sue attempted a pin but 
Pat threw her off easily. Pat started to get up, which was no easy 
feat, what with her size. As she got to her knees, Sue tried to pummel 
her but she was just a gnat to an elephant. Pat finally got up, and 
grabbed Sue by the neck. She applied a punishing headlock to Sue and 
easily maneuvered her to and fro. What's more, Pat's arms were so big 
that she was suffocating Sue and the fight was just about out of her. 
Pat lifted her arm and Sue sagged right to the mat. Now the coup de 
grace. Pat took five steps backward, ran at the prone Sue and splashed 
down on her with an awful sound. She was pinned with just two big Pat 
fingers.  Sue was gasping badly. She was humbled and felt like she was 
dying. The appreciative audience applauded wildly with the delighted 
Pat taking a big bow.  Then, Pat reached her hand down and lifted the 
defeated Sue by her arm, which she raised in a show of sportsmanship. 
Sue managed a weak smile but she knew she should have stayed home 
tonight. I said to Lana, "Want to go for a little walk while the crowd 
celebrates?" "Well, yes, but I may be stuck to the chair." Lana really 
gets off on watching these girls fight. We walk and take in the cool, 
damp night air back by the garden. I wrap my arms around her to warm 
her up. She is suddenly all over me. "Is it me or are you making 
believe I am Mark," I ask indelicately. She looks up at me, and starts 
crying. She runs back to the club making me feel like the idiot I am. 
I just drive home, with no fanfare. I have a real problem getting to 
sleep that night. 

	Next day, first thing, I must see Lana and apologize. At the first 
break, I run to her desk and say breathlessly, "Lana, I...." She looked 
up and stopped me. "Let's meet for lunch." "But I have to tell you 
something." "Lunch, at 12:30." I go back to work, but I am not able to 
concentrate. I meet Lana for lunch, and we sit across from each other. 
"Well, Hon, did you have something you wanted to say?" she asked 
coquettishly. "Yes, I do. I just want to say that..." "You are sorry, 
right?" "Very sorry." "It's ok, I understand. I went home crying last 
night because you hurt me so bad. But now I realize how much I must 
have hurt you because I know you would have never said anything to me 
like that if I hadn't. So really, I am sorry." I wanted to take her 
right there but I think the company has rules about it. "So there, we 
are both sorry. Can we put it behind us and catch up to where we left 
off? I know I can." She answered, "Yes, I hope so." I asked, "What 
are you going to do about Mark?" "Well, I have won a match rather 
easily under his care, so I think I'll stay with him awhile." "And what 
about Cerise?" "I'll deal with her, but for right now, I just don't 
want to change anything while things are going well." Now, this is not 
great news for me. As long as she is with Mark, she is not with me. 
She reads this on my face. "Don't worry, Honey, I am going to keep this 
strictly business." "I hope so." 

	Lana and I see each other every day from there on. Mostly we have lunch 
together because she can't keep coming home late every day. But the 
time, though small, is precious. "Are you nervous about the tag team 
match?" "A little, from what I have heard." Well, let the more 
experienced Dottie handle the bulk of the wrestling. She is very 
competent and likes you a lot, so that should take the pressure off of 
you." "But Mark says that I should take the upper hand, because Dottie 
is an awful wrestler." I cringe and decide to keep out of it. 

	Tuesday comes and I meet my Lana outside. She looks lovely. "Are you 
ready for something new" I ask. "Ready and excited." "Well, don't use 
up all the excitement yet." As we enter, there is an aura of 
electricity such as I have never felt there. It seems that the drawing 
for the first championship match will pit Jean against, wonder of 
wonders, Pat. Now this could be interesting. I exchange small talk 
with some friends while Lana goes through her bubbly greeting ritual, 
especially with the men. She is unbelievable. I spot Dottie and go 
over to see her. I see that she has just had her hair done and she 
really looks sweet. "Dottie, I can't thank you enough for tonight." 
"It's ok, you owe me one. At least I'll have a decent partner." "Yes 
you will." "By the way, it looks like the two of you are warming up 
again. Are you going to manage her again?" "I wish it were so but she 
wants to stay with Mark a while longer." "Too bad, he stinks as a 
manager." I couldn't agree more, but I just smile. In a short time the 
women are getting changed for the big match. Art, the president of the 
club and the owner of the house in which these activities take place, 
has had four ringposts and ropes installed just for this. The soft mat 
is still the basis on which the wrestling will take place, but it will 
now be enclosed by four sturdy padded posts supporting thick velvet 
ropes. 

	Nancy and the weasel Anne come out first to noisy polite applause. They 
take their bows, remove their outer clothing and are wearing black 
wrestling togs, as expected. Dottie and Lana enter wearing respectively 
a cape and a purple robe. Dottie removes her cape and reveals that she 
is wearing a black spandex exercise leotard. Lana, with a flourish, 
removes her robe. Oh, oh. She is wearing an electric pink suit with 
black laces at the top, showing off her wonderful cleavage. Below the 
belt line is nothing but pink tightness. Much tightness. She looks 
totally sexy, but she really is standing out and the fact that the 
audience is obviously noticing her is not lost on her two opponents. 
Lance, the referee calls them to the center of the ring and gives 
instructions. I can tell that Dottie is nervous but I can't say the 
same for Lana. Mark stands outside the ropes and watches. After the 
instructions, the women go to their opposite corners. Now, who will 
start? No surprise as Nancy steps through the ropes on that side. Lana 
starts to step through, but Dottie stops her and steps in herself. I 
see the look of disgust on Mark's face. The bell rings. 

	Nancy and Dottie lock up in the center, but Dottie quickly drops to the 
mat and applies a spinning toehold on her larger opponent. Nancy kicks 
out but the faster Dottie changes to a strong headlock. Nancy maneuvers 
to her corner where Anne tags and jumps into the grips of an arm bar. 
In tag team wrestling, a tag can only be made if the woman tagging in is 
also holding a small cord attached to the wrestling post. Anne is 
screaming loudly in pain and tags off to Nancy again. But before she 
climbs out, she rakes Dottie's face with her nails. Dottie shrieks and 
drops to her knees. Nancy enters with a well placed sneaker to Dottie's 
face. This is followed by a fist pummeling to all parts of Dottie's 
body. Nancy has used many illegal punches and Dottie is hurt. Nancy 
walks her around in a front headlock. Dottie tries to maneuver herself 
over to Lana's waiting tag, but Nancy is too strong and just as the tag 
is about to be made, she pulls Dottie away. Nancy tires of this 
punishment and tags off to the rat to continue working helpless Dottie 
over. But as Nancy releases the hold to Anne, Dottie breaks free and 
crawls quickly over to make the tag with Lana. Dottie then crawls out 
of the ring and can only lay on her back outside the ring to try to 
recover from the beating. Lana steps in and delivers a powerful kick to 
Anne's small midsection. Anne drops with a shriek. The audience is 
screaming encouragement. Lana drops an elbow across Anne's throat which 
starts her coughing. For five more minutes, Lana rains down terrible 
punishment on the hapless Anne. There is no comparison in the abilities 
of these two women. This might have continued for quite a while but 
Lana carelessly came too close to Nancy, who was leaning into the ring 
from outside. She grabbed Lana's long hair and yanked her back with a 
start. Lana had no idea what happened, but she was struck across the 
neck by a large powerful arm and she dropped just like that. Anne, who 
had been trying to maneuver herself to that corner anyway, saw what 
happened and ran over to stomp Lana.  Nancy picked Lana up and choked 
her while Anne rained kicks to her midsection. Lance started to break 
it up but he was diverted by an enraged Dottie who ran across the ring 
to help Lana. Lance had his hands full trying to get her back to the 
correct corner, but while that was happening Nancy and Anne were free to 
do whatever they wanted to poor Lana. If Mark were a decent manager he 
would have told Dottie to stay put. But he didn't and when I looked at 
Lana, I saw her trapped in the wrong corner with the tag cord wrapped 
around her lovely neck. I couldn't even see her face because her hair 
covered it and became coated with sweat, sticking. I knew she was in 
trouble. Her feet were stomping wildly and the action had her boobs 
shaking like crazy. This looked so sexy, my sweet Lana moving in such a 
way as to show her boobs to the greatest satisfaction. I know that if 
she were not being pummeled by two opponents, she would enjoy the site 
of those bosoms shaking. The situation was getting worse all the time, 
however. Lana was turned so that her head was on the middle rope and 
she was doing a variation of the dance. Sneaky Anne was raking Lana's 
back with her nails. Nancy was using her powerful hands to choke the 
hell out of Lana. When Lance finally made his way over to break it up, 
Anne was delivering painful knee lifts to Lana's mid section. Lance 
started to count a disqualification over the two dirty partners, but 
they released the hold to let Lana drop to the mat. Only as a going-
away present, Anne had the "V" of Lana's gorgeous pink suit in her 
little weasel hand and gave a last super squeeze. Lana dropped and 
rolled over, clutching that area. This part of Lana was so gorgeous 
that if Anne did anything to harm it, I personally will kick her ass. 
Speaking of kicking ass, I would like to punch Mark in the mouth. He is 
hollering for Lana to get up, as though she doesn't know the danger she 
is in. Nancy picks the small Anne up over her own head. She walks over 
to where Lana is rolling and moaning, and slams the small girl down on 
Lana with full force. Lana screams and is still, flat on her back. 
Lance counts to three, and the first tag team match of the Roosevelt 
Wrestling club is history. Mark, piece of shit that he is, tells Dottie 
to tend to the fallen Lana because he has a phone call to make, and he 
leaves. Lana is moaning and Dottie tries to help her up. Nancy and 
Anne are celebrating aloud. They run over to Jean and the trio makes an 
annoying sight to me. I meet Lana and Dottie at the dressing room. 
Dottie says, "they really hurt her and she's in a lot of pain." Lana is 
holding her side and cursing. "Dottie, why don't you leave us alone for 
a few minutes," I say. Dottie looks at me knowingly and leaves the 
room. I lock the door. I move Lana's hair aside and massage her 
lovely shoulders. I see the welt on her neck from the strangulation. I 
ask her if she has oil in her bag. She does. I peel the exciting suit 
down. It didn't cover all that much of her anyway. I massage her 
stomach and spread oil down to her womanhood. And in. Lana is moaning 
now, but it is a good kind of moan. I have never been happier. We have 
slippery wet sex and I don't care if I drown. I wipe her down 
afterwords and then there is a knock on the door. Lana goes into the 
bathroom to get herself together and I let Dottie in. I can see that 
Dottie can tell what went on. She says to me "Thanks for helping her." 
And she reaches up to kiss me and I think it will be a little love peck. 
Instead, she is tonguing me and gyrating against my hardness. She must 
be getting into the spirit of things, because she is happily married and 
never even flirted with anyone that I know of. Just then Lana comes out 
and gives Dottie a look. Dottie stammers "I was just thanking him for 
helping you." Lana doesn't buy. "It's ok," I say to Lana but I can see 
on her face that it is not. Dottie regains her composure and stares 
icicles back at Lana. "Alright, let's go out and get refreshed and 
enjoy watching somebody else get beat up," I say. We go to get some 
drinks but I feel the tension. "Lana, are you feeling alright?" I ask 
10 minutes later when we sit together after her adulation period with an 
entirely too sympathetic crowd. "Yes, I feel real good but I am going 
to have to wear some high-necked clothing for a while." "No pain?" 
"Ah, I'm a little sore but you have a number of matches to arrange for 
me." I bet I have. We hold hands and settle in to see the next match. 

	First out is big Pat with her patented tight overstuffed black suit, 
straining to hold her in. She blows kisses to the crowd and comes out 
and high-fives with them. As she walks by me I can't help but notice 
how relatively firm she is. And how large she is. I know she is strong 
and, strangely, seems to be in shape in spite of her obesity. She also 
smells nice as she passes. I bet she would be very attractive if she 
could shed, like maybe, a refrigerator. Eventually, Jean makes her way 
out wearing a white sequined robe. She gets small applause. She turns 
her back to the audience and slowly sheds the robe. She is wearing a 
red bikini. A tight halter bra top and a spandex tight bottom. And she 
is well muscled, as we can plainly see. She flexes for us. Pat just 
smiles. During the introductions, Jean stares daggers but Pat pretends 
not to notice. When the bell rings, Pat jumps out aggressively. She 
pumps Jean into a painful arm bar. Jean is grunting, big time. She 
lifts Jean up into the air and drops her onto her knee. She puts Jean 
into a bow-and-arrow, which has her big feet in the small of Jean's 
back, while she pulls Jean's arms and legs back in an arc. This is a 
submission hold but Jean will not submit. Pat bends and bends but Jean 
just grimaces and will not give. Pat tires of this and slowly gets to 
her feet. She picks the hurting Jean up and drives her big knee into 
Jean's muscular mid-section. Jean is lifted three feet into the air. 
Pat tomahawks her to the mat. Jean is taking a beating. Pat reverses a 
front face lock and uses Jean's neck for leverage as she flips her 
backward onto her rear with great force.  Now Pat, standing, starts to 
knead Jean's shoulder muscles. Jean is grimacing and screaming. Jean's 
husband Bill is hollering for her to beat the "fat broad." He should 
talk - NOT! Jean looks like she may lose consciousness. But with her 
last bit of energy and determination, she reaches up and flips Pat over 
onto her back by yanking her neck. Pat splats to the mat and is 
shocked. Now, the question is, can Jean get her senses together and get 
up before Pat? Pat just lies there breathing deeply. Jean struggles to 
all fours, trying to shake the cobwebs from her tortured head. Pat 
begins stirring and is able to get in a sitting position. Now Jean is 
standing. She takes a deep breath and runs to Pat and rams her knee 
into the back of her neck. Pat pitches forward with a shriek. Another 
deep breath from Jean. Then she comes up to the back of the sitting Pat 
and nails her head with a powerful elbow drop. Jean's sadistic side 
takes over now. She realizes the Pat is helpless and doesn't have 
enough energy to get on her feet. So she just beats on the woebegone 
Pat with a variety of sadistic punches and slaps, and holds. Pat can 
only sit there and take the abuse. Jean would love to make her submit 
but there is no submission hold for that position. She is afraid to 
chance pinning her so she applies a cruel sleeper hold to her giant 
opponent. Pat's face is beet red, spittle is coming out of her 
distorted face. In a few minutes it is mercifully over, as Jean stomps 
the prone sleeping body of her opponent. This is a double elimination 
tournament and Pat is still alive in it but she has been beaten badly. 
Lana and I help the revived Pat to the dressing room later. When she 
reappears later, she is her happy smiling self. Jean is glaring at Lana 
the rest of the night but I think I may have spotted something that will 
help Lana, if she should ever face her again. The night is young enough 
that Lana and I have time to recap the matches at my apartment. I love 
Lana but when she loses, my feelings toward her increase tremendously. 
I guess the pity of the moment excites me. Tonight I am excited. By 
the time Lana leaves, a short time later, I too am spent. I have great 
dreams that night. 


	Good to hear from you, Earl. I really don't know the exact stats on 
most of the girls in the story, although they are all based on real 
people, at least physically. Lana, who actually is a dear friend of 
mine at work, is about 5'4", and weighs about 150 lbs. She does have 
large thighs, but sexy in shape and has a magnificent "bubble" butt that 
is up and sassy. Her chest is about 34 C and firm. She has very long 
brown hair, and moves in a lovely feminine way. I will attempt to 
describe the others in future episodes. I will give Lana your regards. 
Anyway, Lana and I hope you enjoy Chapter V of the Lana Chronicles. 


NEW BLOOD, FRESH MEAT 

	The phone call that I have been expecting all day finally comes at 4 o' 
clock. It is Mark, the wrestling raconteur. We exchange pleasantries, 
but I await the real reason for the call. "Listen, I really need this 
favor. I know that two wrestlers under the same manager are usually not 
allowed to wrestle each other. But in this case, I think you'll like 
the matchup." Mark goes on to explain that he wants his new protege, 
Cerise, to wrestle my friend Lana at the wrestling club on Tuesday. I 
let him make his plea and then mock-reluctantly agree to the match. 
After we hang up, I run down to see Lana and tell her the news. 
	
	"Well, Lana, you will wrestle Cerise on Tuesday. How do you feel about 
that?" She answers, "I knew Mark would call you. I really don't want 
the match because I don't think that I will learn anything from it." 
"That is probably true," I said, "but it should be a quick painless 
victory for you, since Cerise wrestles so poorly." This is really not a 
good matchup but I think that Mark would rather Cerise be issued her 
lumps by a friendly foe rather than someone sadistic. Besides, I think 
he feels that he still exercises a high degree of control over Lana, and 
he will have her take it easy on Cerise. When I return to my desk, I 
see that I have a message to see Sallyanne, the company president's 
secretary. What have I done now? I am nervous as I walk over to 
Sallyanne's office. Although she is a secretary, she wields great power 
by virtue of being more than just a secretary to the boss. She is a 
short woman, kind of attractive, somewhat over-weight, with unbelievably 
large breasts which she emphasizes with all her clothing. Fortunately, 
I get along well with her, but I feel I must be in some kind of trouble 
to be summoned here. 

	"Hi, Sallyanne," I say with a smile. She greets me in a friendly 
manner, which is good. She has a small face with glasses framed by big 
dark hair. Very Italian looking. "Sit down," she says, as she shuts the 
door to her office. What I hear then comes as a shock. "You are an 
officer at the Roosevelt Wrestling Club?" Oh boy, is this against 
company policy? "Yes, I am the current vice president in charge of 
match scheduling," I say with trepidation. Does everybody in the 
frigging world know about this? 

	"Well, I wrestle at the Superior Wrestling Club on Washington Avenue." 
You could have knocked me down with a feather. That was the first 
wrestling club in this city, that I know of. Sallyanne then proceeds to 
tell me that she has wrestled everybody at her club and has beaten them 
all at various times, although she is not the champion, with about two 
women ahead of her in their standings. I can't even imagine this prim 
and proper secretary mixing it up on the mat with another woman. "I 
would like to wrestle at your club. I believe that the competition is 
tougher there because recently, our club champion wrestled yours, Jean I 
believe, and was demolished. Can you help me?" 

	I explain the club rules and she understands that she will have to 
wrestle as an amateur until she acquires five victories. The problem is 
the first match, which according to club rules will pitch her against an 
opponent which she will pick out of a jar. This is fine with her and we 
agree that she will wrestle the following Tuesday. She didn't even 
flinch when I told her. I can't wait to tell Lana. 

	Lana is not pleased to hear about the possible new club member. I try 
to calm her down by telling her that Sallyanne couldn't be all that good 
a wrestler. After all, her club wasn't so tough and, just think about 
it, that secretary with her nose in the air, wrestling the likes of, 
say, Jean? "I don't care about that, it's just that she will get your 
attention now," Lana protested. "God, don't worry about that. I will 
help her get started but if you don't know that you are the apple of my 
eye by now, you never will." We are dying to kiss, but can't on company 
time. "You just worry about Cerise." We don't see each other again 
until Tuesday night. 

	The night finally comes and I feel really good. First of all, I can 
really feel a victory in the air for my luscious Lana. Second, I am 
introducing a new amateur, Sallyanne, and I am really curious about how 
this will go. The first match will pit Bobbi against Janet, an older 
wrestler, about 45, who has been a long-termer here but only comes out 
to wrestle sporadically. Janet has very dark hair, a ho-hum but 
pleasant face and a short but fairly average body. She has been known 
to get rougher than she needs to be but overall her skills are not very 
outstanding. Bobbi and I are having a little conversation before the 
match. "Anyway, I hope you like my new look tonight," she says to me. 

	I reply, "I'm sure I will. How is everything at home?" "Well, Alan has 
been a little nicer lately. Of course, I know he is still seeing that 
redhead and sooner or later I will take revenge on her the legal way - 
on the mat. Alan has shown the video of my humiliation to friends, and 
this I don't understand. I do know that he came home horny as hell one 
night and I later found out that he and some friends had seen this 
match." 

	"Well, don't worry about it, Bobbi," I said. "He is getting his rocks 
off and it is you that is spurring it on, so be thankful that it isn't 
someone else." Bobbi really is a sweetheart, and I have become somewhat 
taken, in a purely sexual way because of her large chest, with her 
pretty face, and, though I am not a "chest" man, I really enjoy the 
sight of her great cleavage, which she is, at the moment, maximizing for 
my viewing pleasure. Just then, Lana comes up behind me and I hear an 
icy "Hello, Bobbi." 

	Bobbi replies, "Hi there, Lana, how are you?" She is plainly enjoying 
the fact that Lana is obviously jealous about our little training 
sessions. "Well, I have to go change, I do have a big match on my hands 
tonight." The sarcasm is not lost on Lana, who will be wrestling 
someone of far less talents. "Have a drink, my lovely," I say to her. 
Man, she does look great when she is jealous. "And what were the two of 
you talking about?" Lana asked. "Oh, nothing, just mundane stuff," I say 
playfully. "Well, turn your full attention to me, please." "Lana, you 
always have my full attention." 

	In a short time, the first match is ready to begin. Out walks Janet, in 
a conservative light green suit. Janet is not terribly endowed, but she 
does have smooth legs, a cute face, and a nice walk. She has managed to 
stay uncontroversial, not capable of humiliating any other wrestler, and 
usually not receiving undue punishment at their hands, either. 
Basically, she has wrestled most of the middle-of-the-road women and 
only once was baited into a match in which she was the recipient of a 
one-sided attack. She took on the cruel and merciless Jean, and was 
pummeled painfully and thoroughly for what must have been the worst 
night of her life. Jean loved to do that, and that night she knew she 
had raw meat to work with, and managed to use every trick to inflict the 
maximum pain on Janet. I remember that night well. The argument 
between the two women had festered for several weeks, and the match was 
preceded by a raging shouting match between the two equal-sized women. 
But poor Janet did not know that she had been tricked into this and so 
she paid a terrible price. She begged long and hard that night for a 
mercy that was a long time in coming. She was a beaten and defenseless 
and almost-nude woman at the end of that match. The image etched in my 
mind is of a red and bruised Janet on her knees in a torn black bathing 
suit no longer capable of hiding her womanly delights, literally 
pleading with Jean not to hurt her anymore. Jean just taunted and made 
fun of her until finally the referee decided that that was enough for 
one night. At which point Jean finished an absolutely glorious night at 
Janet's expense. She had to be physically removed from her squashed 
prey. Janet eventually came back to the club to wrestle again, but she 
was thoroughly cowed by Jean and gave her a wide berth at all times. 

	On this night, Janet looked rather nervous, and smiled weakly at the 
introduction. Bobby came out wearing a bright silver metallic robe. 
Eye-catching. At the introduction, she removed it and revealed that 
she was wearing a spectacular tiger-print stretch suit. And she was 
delicious in appearance. It could have been my imagination, but it 
looked like she actually had firmed up her thighs. Her legs were still 
rather thin but the tightness of the suit and its high leg cut made them 
look rather shapely and attractive. The low cut suit also showed a 
massive amount of cleavage while highlighting her oversize breasts to 
great advantage. 

	Neither girl looked at each other during the instruction period. They 
faced each other from opposite corners of the "ring" and then the bell 
rung. The two woman circled each other warily. Bobbi was obviously the 
larger of the two and Janet decided to aim low. She dived at Bobbi's 
feet, caught them and lifted, knocking her off her feet. As Bobbi 
turned to get up, Janet twisted her ankle and Bobbi fell down again with 
a shriek. Janet quickly turned this into a painful cross-over leg lock, 
from which Bobbi was receiving great punishment.  As Bobbi kicked her 
free leg in pain, I thought I detected an unusual firmness, in that it 
wasn't as flabby as before. With her legs separated by the 
configuration of this hold, I could see that she still didn't believe in 
depilatories, and I feel a stirring in my lower body region. Lana 
squeezes my hand and says "You are staring." "Uh, just admiring the 
classic wrestling pose," I stammer. She gives me a tender little kiss 
and I know that I better not try to stand up for awhile. 

	In the meantime, Bobbi has managed to get out of the hold by grabbing 
Janet's trunks and leveraging her over on to her back. Now Bobbi has 
effectively reversed the hold and she is really pouring on the pressure. 
Janet is howling in pain. Bobbi releases the hold and turns the stunned 
Janet over on her stomach. A quick kick with her knee and Janet doubles 
up. A drop elbow to the throat and Janet is coughing, trying to get air 
through her bruised windpipe. Bobbi stands over her struggling prey and 
smiles. She plants her boot on her mouth and wipes down. Janet flips 
around with its motion and screams, to the delight of the audience. 
Bobbi grabs two handfuls of hair and raises the still-howling Janet to 
her feet. A loud backhand slap to the chest causes Janet to fall 
backwards, but she hits the ropes and bounces forward again. Bobbi 
gives her a yet more vicious slap and Janet falls backward again with a 
loud "Oh!". This game continues a few more times and it is now becoming 
apparent that Janet is no match for Bobbi. After turning Janet's chest 
beat red from the slapping, Bobbi catches her off the ropes with a 
front chansre and lifts Janet vertically overhead, from where she is 
deposited with great force on her back on the mat. Bobbi can end this 
anytime at all. Janet no longer wants to tangle with her, despite the 
urgings of her husband and brother at ringside. None of this ringside 
coaching has been lost on Bobbi and she now seeks to humiliate the woman 
in front of the audience. 

	Janet is prone and motionless, other than one leg reflexively stomping 
the mat in reaction to the pain. Bobbi climbs to the top rope and 
launches herself upon the helpless Janet. The splash that follows is 
truly awesome and you begin to feel very sorry for this fallen woman. 
Her husband screams for her to get up, but that is just not possible. 
Bobbi hollers over to him, "what do you think of her now?" Janet's 
husband looks at the pathetic sight, turns red, and just bites his lip. 
Bobbi struts around, obviously the victor and savoring every second of 
it. Finally, she applies a camel clutch. This involves Bobbi sitting 
on her opponent's back and cupping her hands under the jaw and pulling 
the head backward. A truly painful submission hold. The problem with 
the hold, is that the recipient can not submit orally, because of the 
restriction that the hold places on her jaw. Bobbi applies this hold 
just painfully enough without doing real damage. Janet fears that her 
neck and backbone are being fractured and she is panicking but can't 
verbally claim her submission. Bobbi will have to release the hold at 
some point to see if Janet will submit, but right now, she is really 
enjoying the feeling of dominance, especially as Janet flails her limbs 
all over the place. Janet looks like a crab out of water. Bobbi looks 
the part of the tiger, as her suit would indicate, as she maintains the 
pressure of the hold. Finally, Bobbi releases the pressure and the 
referee asks if Janet will submit. Emphatically, she does and Bobbi 
jumps up in joyful victory. She parades around to great applause, while 
the spent Janet just lays on the mat rubbing her sore neck and sobbing. 
Bobbi returns and stands over the defeated woman. What, I thought, does 
she have in mind? Bobbi reaches down and helps Janet to her feet. 
Janet does not look too good. Bobbi indicates to the crowd what a 
valiant opponent Janet had been and they really applaud. Bobbi helps 
her back to her dressing room. That is truly a fine woman. 

	"Well, it is your turn next, and your manager is beckoning now," I point 
out to Lana. Mark is by the other dressing room and impatiently 
signaling to Lana to join him there. Lana gives me one of those little 
"get-the-chills" kisses as she leaves. This ought to be really 
interesting. I really don't expect much of a wrestling match. Lana has 
come a long way in a short time, even though her record at this point is 
only three wins to two losses. That record doesn't indicate how good at 
this Lana has truly become. On the other hand, Cerise has not show much 
promise. She doesn't have the instincts for the sport, doesn't seem to 
want to sweat, and doesn't seem to have a high tolerance for pain. Mark 
sees something in her, but other than a perfect body, I don't see much 
of a wrestler. 

	In about 10 minutes, the combatants make their appearance. Lana has on 
her lavender robe, while Cerise wears a black body suit, extremely tight 
and very sexy against her lovely chocolate skin. Suddenly, Mark calls 
the smiling Lana over to him and whispers something. The smile 
disappears from Lana's face. I can't help but wonder what Mark has told 
her. They go to separate corners but Mark stays in Cerise's corner, 
massaging her shoulders. Lana plays to the cheers of the audience and 
then removes the robe to reveal a bright spandex blue stretch suit that 
leaves nothing to the imagination, including enough bare bosom to almost 
get arrested. Much cheering, whistling, clapping. They receive 
instructions and go to their corners. Cerise is plainly worried. Lana 
is plainly troubled, also. This I do not understand. The bell rings 
and the two foes from the same camp warily circle each other. They lock 
up and test each other's strength. Then Cerise manages to get an arm bar 
on Lana. Something is strange. Cerise is slow and Lana could have 
reversed the hold at the start. Cerise is getting no leverage and I can 
see that Lana can escape any time she wants. Eventually, she does but 
Cerise clumsily reaches down and manages to trip Lana. Cerise then 
reaches for Lana's hair and awkwardly pulls her to her feet, instead of 
taking advantage of having her opponent on the mat. She puts Lana's head 
in a poorly applied headlock, which I believe Lana could escape at any 
time. I think I now know what Mark must have said to Lana before the 
match. 

	Cerise now reflects confidence on her pretty face as she walks Lana 
around. I don't believe that Lana will stand for much more of this. 
Cerise clinches the deal when she raises Lana's head by the hair and 
slaps her noisily on the cheek before bending her down in the headlock 
again. Lana withdraws her head from the clutches of a most ineffective 
headlock, picks Cerise up in a bearhug, drops her on her knee, and 
deposits the crumpled gasping body on the mat in a heap. Oh boy, I 
think, now Lana will go nuts and destroy and humiliate this fine 
physical but poor wrestling specimen. I am in shock, as Lana turns 
Cerise over and gently pins her for a count of three. Mark is red in 
the face and runs out to pick up the sobbing Cerise. He is chiding Lana 
but I can't hear what he is saying for the audience cheering noise. 
Lana just looks down, retrieves her robe and walks calmly to her 
dressing room. I am in the dark. I really don't know what is going on. 
All I know is that Lana is one step closer to losing her amateur status 
with a record of four wins and two losses. And I really like that tight 
blue suit. 

	In about fifteen minutes, Lana had dressed and made her appearance in 
the living room. After the usual man-magnet stuff, she finally made her 
way over to me. I opened a soda for her and said, "Well, girl, you have 
some explaining to do." "Whatever do you mean?" she replied coyly. 
"Lana, you could have killed that girl. Your really went easy on her. 
Want to give me the lowdown?" 

	"Well, my manager asked me to go easy on her, which I did. But then she 
got cocky and over-stepped her bounds and I thought I would just teach 
her a lesson.  But then an idea came to me. I don't want to be managed 
by someone who doesn't think enough of me to let me wrestle my way. 
Also, I want my fifth and final amateur victory to be memorable. So I 
will combine the two thoughts and accomplish both together. Mark will 
ask you for a rematch, between us. I have insured that to happen by 
pleading with Mark in the dressing room and he has "mercifully" decided 
to give me another chance. So you see, if I had humiliated his little 
paramour, he would never chance a match with me." 

	"Hmm, very clever," I told her. "Next week ok?" "I can't wait." 
"Neither can I, and I love that blue suit, but you are showing too much 
of yourself if you ask me." "Don't want to share?" "Not really!" "Well, 
my new manager, you had better get used to it because the only way you 
are going to see me wrestle dressed like that, which I know turns you 
on, is in front of this crowd." "Fair enough, you little tease," I 
said. "Let's get a seat, for our friend's match." "Well, Lana, I 
promised I would second this one. Want to join me?" She looked at me 
pensively and said, "No, you do it but don't get too friendly. 
Remember, you already have one winner in your "stable." I smiled and 
walked over to the mat, where Art was getting the attention of the 
crowd. 

	Sallyanne, clad in a black satin robe, picked from the first bowl. I 
was now very curious to see what she looked like in a bathing suit. It 
was tied just loosely enough for me to get a glimpse of some very 
shapely if large legs. My interest was really piqued. Her pick? A two 
out of three match. Oh, oh. Now, if she picks Jean from the other 
bowl, I guess I will be looking for new employment tomorrow. Sallyanne 
reaches in, pulls out the folded slip of paper and hands it to Art. 
"Our new amateur will wrestle.... Dee-Dee." What a break! Although 
Dee-Dee is certainly competent and capable of dishing out quite a lot of 
punishment. Dee-Dee breaks into a big grin, comes over and shakes hands 
with Sallyanne. I don't know how good Sallyanne is, but I feel that 
Dee-Dee is good enough to give a fine accounting of herself, without 
being able to overly punish the boss's secretary. The jeans-clad Dee-
Dee then goes to her dressing room to change for the match. Sallyanne 
then starts a conversation with me while we wait. 

	"Isn't that the head secretary from our tax department that just 
wrestled?" "Yes, and she is a special friend of mine." "I thought that 
she was married." "She is." "Well, she didn't look like too much of a 
wrestler tonight." "No, she didn't. But she has had some good nights," 
I said, not wanting to give away much. After all, these two could end 
up facing each other at some time in the future, and I am still 
protective toward my sexy Lana. 

	"Hmm," she intones, while staring at Lana and sizing her up while she is 
in a discussion with three male members. "She seems to attract a 
crowd." "She sure does, but I think you ought to concentrate on your 
competition tonight." "What can you tell me about this Dee-Dee? She 
looks like a hippie." "Well, she kind of is a free spirit. She can be 
tough, and if she gets an advantage, she has been known to work it to 
death. She is a pretty solid wrestler and knows many counter-moves. I 
think you might want to give her some room but be careful not to let her 
get up a head of steam. She likes submissions." "Thanks for the 
advice." 

	Just then, Dee-Dee makes her appearance, dressed in her usual black, 
which looks kind of attractive contrasted with Dee-Dee's blonde-white 
straight hair. Dee-Dee is built pretty solidly. Her legs are kind of 
thick but not shaky. Her black suit is cut low at the legs but not that 
low at the chest, her usual modest appearance. Dee-Dee does not strike 
me as any kind of exhibitionist, which makes her a little intriguing. I 
can't help thinking that she will not have a terrible time with the 
shorter and heavier Sallyanne tonight. 
 
	After the instructions, Sallyanne flings off and hands to me her black 
satin cape to reveal a tight shiny small black bathing suit. Her legs 
are heavy, but quite shapely. Her rump is large and round and more than 
somewhat exposed. I find this extremely sexy, being able to see 
forbidden parts of the boss's secretary. But the big attraction, pardon 
the pun, are her mammoth boobs, which are obviously tortured into such a 
small bra area. They are squeezed together forming a long dark line of 
cleavage and they are straining to get up and out. Everybody is 
noticing this. Sallyanne is basking quietly in the obvious attention. 
She seems not even a little nervous. She does some amazing stretching 
exercises, garnering even more attention. Dee-Dee glares from her 
corner, finally turning around in displeasure. She has mentally locked 
up an image of how she was going to torture this brazen newcomer. She 
is wrong. 

	The bell rings and the two women circle each other and eventually lock 
up in the wrestling position. Sallyanne then whips around behind Dee-
Dee, wraps her arms around her waist, lifts her, and slams her down on 
her back.  Then Sallyanne flips Dee-Dee onto her stomach, reaches back 
and grabs Dee-Dee's boots. She crosses them, and begins to exert 
pressure by pressing them back to her rear. Dee-Dee slams the mat 
repeatedly with her fists while grimacing fiercely. The pain finally 
has her audibly screaming protest. Sallyanne increases the pressure, 
gets control of one of Dee-Dee's arms and locks that up on her back. 
Dee-Dee is under the painful influence of not one wrestling hold, but 
two at once.  Her opponent plainly knows what she is doing. Dee-Dee is 
already completely helpless and in almost unbearable pain. It didn't 
take long for the new wrestler to establish complete dominance on the 
more experienced wrestler. 

	Sallyanne kept up the pressure for a long time and, though the holds are 
not being applied as submission holds, I can see where Dee-Dee's 
strength is being sapped.  She is really being tortured by this compact 
newcomer and the crowd is sort of stunned. Dee-Dee is a wily ring 
veteran and Sallyanne had rendered her helpless and obviously in an 
inferior position. Sallyanne tires of this and releases the hold, 
allowing Dee-Dee to get up slowly. Dee-Dee is shaking her painful arm, 
trying to get feeling into it while limping away from Sallyanne. 
Sallyanne continues the pressure by rushing her shoulder into Dee-Dee's 
gut, knocking her backwards and on her rear with a painful thud. Dee-
Dee tries to crawl away. She has lost her spirit. In fact, I think she 
is trying to leave the wrestling area, but she will not make it.  Dee-
Dee has been cowed by the beating and the pain. Sallyanne backs up to 
the opposite corner and executes an amazing move. She runs at the 
stunned and hurting Dee-Dee and delivers a deadly accurate drop-kick to 
her face, flattening the poor woman in an explosion of long blond hair. 
Dee-Dee lies on her back, stunned. Sallyanne then struts around a 
little, never taking her eyes off her prey, and she does look sexy, what 
with those eternally rippling boobs and that big rear becoming more 
exposed, showing that she is wearing bright white panties underneath. 
There is something very sexy about that sight. Not only am I seeing 
vast amounts of forbidden flesh, but it is the forbidden flesh of the 
boss's secretary. It might even be better if I knew she wasn't wearing 
underwear, but everybody could plainly see that she was. 

	She picks Dee-Dee up by the neck, puts her in a headlock, runs across 
the mat with the devastated blond, and delivers one of the most powerful 
bulldog drops I have ever seen. Dee-Dee's punished body gusts upward on 
impact with the mat and then flattens and twitches as the after-shock of 
the hold sends waves of pain through her. Dee-Dee lays on her stomach, 
moaning. But her opponent is not done with her yet. She is picked up 
by a handful of her suit, revealing more of Dee-Dee than I have ever 
seen and answering the questions of whether blonds are really blond 
everywhere and does Dee-Dee shave (no and no), and flips her upside down 
onto her shoulders. You can stick a fork in Dee-Dee now, she is done. 

	Sallyanne has all the proper instincts of a great wrestler. She is 
overtly enjoying the pain and punishment that she is dishing out and 
shows no signs of relenting. What is interesting, is that Sallyanne 
could go for humiliation here, but she shows no signs of wanting to do 
that, nor does she seem to want to do anything that might smack of an 
illegal move. She is going to continue the bruising beating so as to 
serve notice to the other wrestlers that she is not to be trifled with, 
but she will do it cleanly and thoroughly. Dee-Dee is outclassed and 
over-matched. And about to endure still more punishment. 

	Sallyanne forces Dee-Dee to her feet by pulling and twisting on her neck 
with both hands. Dee-Dee is standing on some very wobbly wheels. 
Sallyanne grabs one arm and spins Dee-Dee around, releasing her in such 
a way that Dee-Dee loses her footing and slams to the mat face first, 
causing a small trickle of blood from her nose. Sallyanne jumps on the 
fallen woman's neck and twists it relentlessly. Dee-Dee can do nothing 
but moan loudly. She is pitiful. But Sallyanne shows no pitty. She 
pulls Dee-Dee's head back and slams it to the mat in a horrific 
concussion. Dee-Dee goes limp but her foe is far from through. 
Wrapping her arms around Dee-Dee's neck, Sallyanne slowly, laborously, 
pulls her wracked foe to her feet. The image is Sallyanne, not a hair 
mussed up, smiling sweetly, holding what is left of Dee-Dee by the neck 
and bent over. Suddenly, Sallyanne twist around and leverages her 
considerable weight into a reverse neckbreaker that slams Dee-Dee flat 
on her stomach and into another time and place. Sallyanne can do 
anything she wants to Dee-Dee. She is obviously her master. Sallyanne 
stands over her beaten prey for a long time. She just smiles as the 
pain-wracked almost-hippie rolls around the mat, dazed and beaten. I 
fully expect a baring humiliation to take place, but that doesn't 
happen. Instead she spins the beaten woman onto her back on the mat, 
and using nothing more complicated than a schoolyard pin, decisively 
holds Dee-Dee's unprotesting shoulders to the mat. At the pin-count of 
three she simply gets up and allows the ref to raise her hand in 
victory. Sallyanne smiles, but other than that seems to show little 
emotion. This audience is loudly screaming its approval. 

	On the other hand, Dee-Dee can barely get up. She is all aches and 
pains now and her breath is coming in short gasps. Her black suit is 
exposing more cheek than she has ever shown, probably even to her 
husband, but she is too preoccupied with the pain and the sick feeling 
of losing so thoroughly to a newcomer to notice that. I can't remember 
a match in which a new inductee beat an established pro, especially this 
easily. The crowd stands and cheers appreciatively. Sallyanne than 
kneels down to talk to Dee-Dee, "I am sorry if I hurt you too badly. I 
was told how good of a wrestler you are and I didn't want to take any 
chances in my first match at this club. Do you understand, Dee-Dee?" 

	"Yes, I do," hissed a struggling Dee-Dee. Sallyanne wrapped her arms 
around Dee-Dee's body and helped her to her feet, no easy chore. Dee-
Dee was totally defeated and she was really wobbly. Sallyanne helped 
her to her dressing room to the wild applause of this audience. They 
really appreciate good sportsmanship and Sallyanne is smart enough to 
get them on her side right away. I happen to glance at Jean and I see 
the look of an eagle who has just spotted a rabbit. Oh well, plenty of 
time to worry about her later. 

	When Sallyanne returns, I help her into her shiny robe and walk her to 
the dressing room. I notice, of course, the continuing exposure of bust 
and buttock. She catches me noticing but waves off my embarrassment 
with a come-on smile. I explain that she is welcome, well, sort of 
expected to socialize with the folks after she gets cleaned and changed. 
She implies that that will not be a problem. I think we have another 
man-magnet in the making. I return to Lana, who has gotten a soda for 
each of us. "Well, my sweet Lana, what do you think?" 

	"I think that the scrawny little president of our company had better not 
overstep his bounds, if he knows what is good for him." "Don't worry 
about that, they are way past that stage," I joke. Lana gets serious 
and says, "And what did you think of her?" "Well, it was a real 
convincing victory, considering that no punches or hair-pulling took 
place. Sallyanne was smart enough not to go for any kind of humiliation 
in her first bout at the club. I think that she is going to be a lot of 
trouble on that mat." 

	"Yeh, I think you're right. I might be in trouble." "Well, you don't 
have to worry about that for a while. You are going to reach Pro class 
next week and she still has a way to go. If she challenges you, you 
have the right to turn her down. You can always claim that she is too 
inexperienced for you." 

	"If she challenges me," Lana says emphatically, "she will have the fight 
of her life on her hands." I believe that this is true. In my mind, I 
can't imagine who the winner would be, but I can see a match of such 
brutality as to want to make one turn one's head. Both ladies are about 
the same size and age. Both have a terrific knowledge of classic 
wrestling holds, moves and escapes. It would come down to who is 
meaner, and there I would have to give the nod to my Lana, but I still 
wouldn't want to place a bet on the outcome. However, I am excited at 
the thought. "Lana, want to take a walk?" 

	"I'd love to take a walk with my manager-to-be," she said with a sweet 
smile. We went back to the garden and found a dark corner where some 
new moves were rehearsed. I sleep well that night. 


THE TRAP VI 

	Let's face it. I have been a party to the slaughter that is taking 
place right before my eyes. My lovely friend Lana is getting the 
stuffing kicked out of her and I should be arrested for aiding and 
abetting the enemy. This mess started with a request that I should have 
perhaps tried to do something about. Lana's manager, a sleezeball named 
Mark, a long-time member of the Roosevelt Wrestling Club, maneuvered me 
into this position. Oh, it was a simple enough request. Would I OK a 
match between Lana and Nancy, a large, strong, admittedly slow wrestler 
at the club, but one with tons of experience. Lana, still technically 
an amateur, is allowed to challenge a woman of Pro standing according to 
club rules. I do not care for this match and besides, it isn't supposed 
to take place. Nancy is too strong for Lana at this point and I was 
afraid for Lana's well-being from the start. Originally, Lana was to 
wrestle Mark's prot‚g‚ Cerise, a poor wrestler of whom Lana was anxious 
to clean the clock of and was certainly capable. Mark was no dummy and 
was looking to soften Lana up first. A quick visit to Lana proved that 
I was powerless to do anything about the situation. 

	"Lana," I pleaded, "Let's stick with the original script. Mangle Miss 
Cerise for Mark, turn Pro, and then wrestle whomever you want." Lana 
replied, "Look, I can't turn down the match. Nancy knows about the 
challenge and I won't back down from anybody." "That's my point, 
sweetheart. Nancy knows because Mark made sure of that. Can't you see 
what he is doing?" 

	"I can handle big Nancy," Lana said believingly, "and then I'll fix 
Mark's little Cerise." I didn't like this at all, but I was afraid that 
Lana would never forgive me if I denied the match. I had no choice but 
to notify Mark that his diabolical scheme was only to be. 

	So here I am, watching Nancy joyfully deliver one hell of a beating to 
the far less experienced Lana. We were still in the first fall of a 
best two-out-of-three match, and Lana was in very big trouble. My 
problem is that although I care for her so much, when she is taking a 
beating, I get very excited. And right now, I am very excited. Lana is 
wearing an electric blue stretch spandex suit that is painted to every 
detail of her exciting body. She paraded around in just the suit, no 
cape or robe, before the match started. Nancy, in plain black, was 
oiled and looked very powerful and determined, though not at all 
attractive. She was seething as Lana got all the attention, and you 
just knew that she was aching to get her huge hands on her sexy 
opponent. She stared at the sexy Lana, then turned away in disgust. 
That was thirty minutes ago. Now Lana was tied up in the ropes and was 
the recipient of blow after blow to her midsection and chest. Ropes 
were put up at Mark's request and now I think I know why. Lana kicked 
her powerful legs in frustration as the referee struggled to free her 
from the entanglement. Nancy, in her slow way, would step back and run 
at the helpless Lana delivering a shoulder to the midsection, or a 
forearm to the jaw, or a kick to the groin. Lana was entirely 
defenseless. You could see the look of fear on her face, as a smiling 
Nancy tried to decide how to punish her helpless victim further. This 
was going on far too long but Lana just could not be extricated from the 
situation. Nancy finally ran out of ways to deliver torture to her 
prey, so she just walked up to Lana and began to strangle her. Lana's 
hopeless gurgling could be heard and she kicked and flailed like a rag 
doll and I ached for her. As Lana grabbed Nancy's big hands with her 
own to alleviate the pressure, Nancy would become enraged and she was so 
powerful as to have Lana bouncing around like a puppet whose strings had 
gone haywire. However, Lana did look luscious as her massive derriere 
was working its way out from under the confines of the spandex. Her 
breasts shook and struggled to rise up out of the top of her way-too-
tight suit. This scene painted quite a picture - the large and 
basically ugly women straining as she shook her lovely but tortured 
opponent. 

	The ref had to stop this strangulation, so he couldn't get Lana out of 
the ropes as he had his hands full getting Nancy to release her fingers. 
Finally, Nancy picked the smaller woman up by her throat, and pulled her 
from the ropes, which snapped back to their position with a loud noise, 
accompanied by Lana's shrieks. Nancy carried her like a sack of sugar 
and deposited Lana upside down in a corner, with Lana's legs over the 
top rope. Nancy then began kicking and just generally thrashing the 
beaten Lana until Lana finally just slid down off the ropes and 
collapsed in a heap on the mat. At this point, Lana's rear was mostly 
bared, but she certainly would not know it in her dazed condition. A 
fine site. Nancy strutted around with her arms raised, acknowledging 
the polite applause from the audience. The only movement from Lana was 
her gasping for air on the mat, as she attempted to get to all fours. 

	Nancy then easily picked Lana up and had her in a vicious backbreaker. 
She had wedged her shoulder into Lana's back in such a way as to make 
this a submission hold. "Had enough?" she asked. Lana gasped "Yes, I 
give." But the cruel Nancy would not release the hold, waltzing around 
the ring displaying the dangling Lana who was grimacing in great pain. 
The spandex pulled ever so taut on her luscious mound, and the material 
found its way partly into the forbidden crevice of her womanhood. 

	Finally, the ref had to start counting out Nancy in order to get her to 
release the hold. At the count of four, Nancy dropped Lana to the mat, 
unceremoniously. Nancy strutted to her corner to be congratulated by 
Jean and Anne. Lana crawled to her corner where Mark was waiting to 
offer encouragement. That shit did not even have a drink waiting for 
lovely Lana. It looked like Lana was pleading for Mark to throw in the 
towel but he would have none of it. Instead he told her that she could 
win the next fall, but did not give her any plan for how to do it. 

	After the five minute waiting period, the bell rang for the second fall. 
Nancy lumbered from her corner, looking for all intents and purposes 
like a wild animal with fresh meat in front of it. Lana waited where 
she was, and as Nancy reached for her, she ducked and ran around to 
another part of the ring. This actually went on for quite awhile, Nancy 
lunging and just grabbing air as the faster Lana ducked and moved, but 
how long could Lana run? Not for long, as it turned out. Lana could 
get away with this but her hair was too long and Nancy finally caught a 
fistful of it. She dragged Lana down to the mat and dropped a large 
knee on poor Lana's throat. Then, Nancy grabbed a fistful of blue 
spandex and hoisted Lana to her feet. Still clutching the suit, she 
rammed Lana's shoulder into the ringpost. Lana dropped to the mat, 
semiconscious, with a beautiful white buttock exposed where Nancy had 
pulled on the suit. Lana had acquired a dark tan, and the exposed area 
was alabaster white and I was alabaster hard.  Nancy grabbed the other 
part of the suit covering her other buttock and tossed Lana through the 
ropes and outside of the ring. Lana struggled to get up while Nancy 
strutted some more. As Lana tried to climb through the ropes, Nancy 
caught her head in her thighs and was applying a stand up leg scissors 
with poor Lana draped over the middle rope, her lovely body outside of 
the ring and her head trapped between Nancy's legs inside the ring, her 
boobs just hanging over the rope. As Lana was tortured, her magnificent 
exposed buttocks moved back and forth providing us with a view of Lana 
that was hard to believe. The sexy suit was drawn up tight between 
Lana's sexy cheeks giving a view of pretty blue material wedged into the 
lovely area between two large powerful cheeks. As Lana struggled to get 
to her feet, her buttocks went up in the air and her flower was outlined 
by the tight blue spandex suit, revealing a wedgie even in there. 

	I pitied poor Lana, but this sight was truly exquisite. It was the Mona 
Lisa in motion. As she struggled to escape the hold, the gyrations 
became more and more exciting. Of course all of this terrible beating 
could have been avoided if only Lana would have quit Mark as her 
manager. Since I was an official of the club, I could not manage her 
but I could be her second. The distinction of manager and second is 
pretty vague, but second I could have done. 

	The referee broke the hold and Nancy ended it by putting her boot to 
Lana's head and kicking her out of the ropes. Lana lies on her back and 
it is apparent that she does not have any fight left in her tonight. 
Unfortunately, Nancy wants to win the second fall the same way that she 
won the first - by submission. This means that she will not allow Lana 
to be counted out outside of the ring. She lumbers over the ropes to 
the outside and using her feet, she kick-rolls Lana back into the ring. 
Nancy is obviously the victor and she can end the match at any time, 
which, fortunately, she does. Locking her powerful large hands together 
on Lana's jaw, she pulls back in a camel clutch, until poor Lana 
submits. Lana does this loudly and Nancy gets off her, buts starts 
stomping her defeated opponent to show her mastery. Fortunately, the 
referee pulls her away and raises her hand in victory. Lana has just 
suffered her third loss and it was decisive. Mark is nowhere to be 
found, so I jump in the ring to shield Lana from any further abuse. I 
surreptitiously pulled her suit down over her lovely rear and helped her 
to her feet getting a wonderful view of her wonderful white bosoms. She 
was trying to get air into her lungs, and asked "Can you get me out of 
the ring?" "I will do that if you will just hold on to me." 

	"Oh, God, I can't believe how much pain that woman inflicted on me." I 
helped her back to her dressing room as she was limping from exhaustion 
and locked the door behind us. I helped Lana out of her soaking wet 
swimsuit, which excited me no end. But tonight Lana would not let me go 
any further. I wanted to rub her with oil but she would have none of 
it. "Lana, I will forego lovemaking, but I think I should rub you down. 
You took an awful one-sided beating and I can help you feel better." 
"Alright," she said, "but I don't want to make love." 

	I poured the aromatic oil on her back, as she sat, slumped over. 
Nothing was said as I spread the oil over her gleaming breasts and 
gently messaged it into her nipples and under her arms. "Lie down," I 
said. She did and I oiled her wonderful legs and erotic womanhood. 
Lana had lied. She did have energy left. I did not attempt to take a 
position on her but it was so exciting just to get her poor beaten body 
aroused. And very wet. In a short time, Lana came hard, and I have 
seldom ever been more excited. When Lana comes, Lana really comes. She 
does this like she wrestles, with everything she has. Lana now just 
lays there, breathing deeply and serenely. "I will save you a seat for 
the next match," I offer. She nods assent and I leave her to wash and 
dry. 

	The next match is about to begin and I get a seat about halfway back, 
saving one for my sexy Lana. This doesn't promise to be much of a 
wrestling match. It pits Sallyanne, a powerfully built amateur making 
the crossover from another club, against Wendy, a 30-ish married woman 
whom Lana had beaten handily and quickly a few weeks ago. Wendy might 
become a fine wrestler sometime, but she needed a lot of experience and 
was being trained by Pat, a big woman, but not especially accomplished 
in all the tricks of lady wrestling. Now Wendy weighs about 150 lbs. 
and has fairly large legs, she seems somewhat flabby around the middle. 
She has a pretty good set of love handles, a result of having three 
children. She has brown hair and is kind of cute in an exotic way, with 
medium chest. Tonight she is wearing a brown swimsuit, cut high on the 
legs and making them look longer and better than they really are. 
Sallyanne, wearing the same black suit as in her last match, is all 
business as she impassively stares at her taller opponent. 

	As the instructions are delivered, I look around for Lana but she hasn't 
yet made an appearance. I wonder if she is alright. The bell rings and 
the two women circle each other and then lock up. Wendy tries to push 
Sallyanne back, but she can't budge her. Sallyanne answers with a leg 
lift to the gut that straightens Wendy up. Quickly, she comes up behind 
the surprised Wendy and puts her in the grip of a powerful and punishing 
full nelson. Wendy's face turns red, as Sallyanne's powerful locked 
hands force her head down and away from her body. Wendy kicks her 
unfirm legs and twists her torso in an attempt to loosen the grip of 
this painful hold, but Sallyanne just locks it tighter. Wendy begins to 
move more slowly and then begins to slump. Sallyanne detects this and 
changes to a bearhug around Wendy's waist, causing her to gasp. There 
is a look of fear on her face, wrought of the display of strength by her 
shorter opponent.  Sallyanne picks her up via the bearhug, and slams 
her down on her knee. Wendy shrieks and slinks to the mat like an ice 
cube on a griddle, her hand grabbing her abused area. Sallyanne picks 
her up and puts an armlock on her and Wendy clutches her pained arm with 
her good one. Wendy stomps around the mat trying to ease the pain, 
causing her body, legs, and exposed cheeks to jiggle like water 
balloons. 

	This time, Sallyanne shows that she does in fact have a mean streak. 
She is obviously stronger than her opponent and certainly has a killer 
instinct. What she does is to quickly twist around to the front of a 
dazzled Wendy, haul back, and deliver a most powerful elbow smash to 
Wendy's chest. Wendy screams, grabbing her breasts with her hands as 
she falls to her knees. Her pretty face is displaying a fierce grimace 
borne of dismay and defeat. Sallyanne just looks at her hurting 
opponent, showing no emotion, no pity, no anger, no glee, nothing.  
Sallyanne then gruffly grabs Wendy by the jaw from behind and draws a 
fist down on it, flattening her abused opponent. 

	Wendy is easily down for the count. But Sallyanne will have her fun 
tonight. She places Wendy's legs, both of them, up on the lowest rope. 
With a helpless Wendy not realizing her predicament, Sallyanne drops a 
well placed elbow across Wendy's thighs, delivering remarkable pain. 
Wendy is then picked up to her wobbly feet and led over to a corner of 
the ring. She is dazed and just leans against the ropes there. 
Sallyanne runs to the opposite corner, turns, and runs right at Wendy 
like a runaway freight train. Everybody winces, as a flying dropkick 
caves her abdomen in. 

	Sallyanne then spends about another 5 minutes doing some amazing and 
humiliating things to her now beaten-to-a-pulp opponent. Sallyanne then 
easily slams Wendy to the mat, rolls her over and pins her to an easy 
count of three using the standard schoolgirl pin. Victory number two. 
She helps Wendy to her knees which is about all the pain-wracked woman 
can manage. Both ladies get a nice round of applause, but the match 
wasn't very competitive and Wendy is plainly hurting from the beating 
she took. Most of it clean, all of it planned out. Sallyanne is high-
fiving with the gentlemen, just like Lana. Speaking of Lana, where is 
she? 

	I knock on Lana's dressing room door. No answer. She is gone. Lana 
has slipped out of the house while the audience was rapt in watching the 
huge-breasted Sallyanne deliver a surgically perfect defeat to poor 
Wendy. I have a sinking feeling in my stomach. Why didn't Lana at 
least say goodbye to me before she left? Why did she leave at all? She 
loves watching the matches. How would she treat me tomorrow at work? 
Mysteries involving me I do not like. 

	I go back to my seat for the next match, a real blazer involving Bobbi 
and Dee-Dee. Bobbi is already on the mat waiting her opponent. She is 
wearing her tiger striped suit, which is tight and which I like a lot. 
Dee-Dee finally climbs through the ropes wearing a floral patterned but 
conservatively cut suit. Bobbi has been tanning in her swimming pool 
lately and the skin contrasts beautifully with her print suit. Dee-Dee 
is as white as her straight hair. These women have fought each other 
before and they were good clean matches with Bobbi winning most of them. 
They get instructions from the referee and go to their corners. Bobbi 
looks very confident and well she should, based on their past history. 

	In fact, this match turns out to be very competitive. Each woman 
applying holds on the other and each escaping using all of their 
knowledge of the ring. After about 15 exciting minutes of evenly 
matched hold-counterhold, something happens that surprises all of us. 
Dee-Dee was being punished in a reverse arm bar and could not seem to 
escape.  Suddenly, she turned around and delivered a fingernail-laced 
rake across the face of Bobbi , sending her shrieking to her knees. The 
Dee-Dee delivered a very hard knee to Bobbi's throat, flattening her on 
her back. A boot drop to the prone blonde's throat had her lying on her 
back, motionless. This provided a superb view up her legs to the 
whitest (and most hirsute) part of her anatomy. Dee-Dee had never used 
any questionable holds in all the years that I had seen her wrestle. 
Dee-Dee was now emulating the tiger on Bobbi's suit. A rain of punches 
and kicks followed the coup-de-grace. A spinning bulldog drop and a 
shocked Bobbi was writhing in agony. Dee-Dee jumped in the air and came 
down with her boot across the throat of a prone Bobbi. Five more times 
this cruel scenario was repeated. Dee-Dee then straddled her pained 
opponent and began smacking her face with a series of loud cracks. 
Bobbi was helpless to stop her opponent from humiliating her. Dee-Dee 
then picked up Bobbi's legs and delivered a terrible kick, fortunately 
barefooted, to Bobbie's most private area. A scream and a loud moan 
followed. Bobbi was taken by surprise and she was decisively pinned in 
three seconds.  Dee-Dee was ecstatic. She had defeated one of the 
tougher girls in the club and she truly enjoyed the cheering of the 
crowd. She strutted around her gasping beaten foe, lording it over her 
with cruel taunts. Welcome to the nineties, ex-hippie! Bobbi 
eventually got to her feet and looked for her husband for aid but he had 
left after the pin. Poor Bobbi! I wanted to help her but I didn't want 
to get involved with her again, so I slipped out of the house and drove 
home. 

	I don't know why, but I checked my answering machine for messages, 
hoping upon hope that Lana would have left me one. I don't know why, 
she never had before, but I was worried to death that I had again fallen 
out of favor with her. There were no messages. This turned out to be a 
difficult night to fall asleep but sleep finally came early in the 
morning hours as I relived the sensuous oiling that had taken place. 

	When I got to work the next day, the first place I ran to was the office 
where Lana worked. There she was, dressed in white, looking business-
like but smiling at me. "Lana, are you alright?" I asked breathlessly. 
"Well, kind of," she replied. "Why did you run out like you did?" 
	
	She answered, "I felt so ashamed by my defeat that I couldn't face you 
or anyone else. I think maybe I'll give up this crazy dream of mine 
now." "Lana, think about this," I said emphatically. "What are you 
going to do for fun and excitement? Play scrabble with hubby and the 
kids? Hang around the pool and talk about how bad the kids are with the 
other mommies? You'll never be happy living like that. This is in your 
blood now." "I don't know," she said quietly, "I don't want to be 
humiliated again." 	

	"Look, Lana, these things happen," I said forcefully, "I saw Jean 
herself take some pretty fierce beatings. I know it seems strange for 
me to try to convince you to keep wrestling since I was the one who 
tried to prevent you from doing the same just a short time ago, but you 
are talented and the Club members love you. The club will have little 
appeal to me and a lot of other's without you there. One more victory 
and you will begin earning money for your efforts. What's more, your 
"friend" Bobbi took a good beating from Dee-Dee last night after you 
left." 

	"No kidding," Lana exclaimed, "I wouldn't have thought that Dee-Dee 
could last five minutes with Bobbi . What happened?" "Aw, you don't 
want to know," I said teasingly. "Come on, fill me in on all the gory 
details," she pleaded. "I will tell you everything, but first you must 
tell me if you are quitting," I ordered. "Oh, I'll see you at lunch," 
she said as she slumped in her chair with a little smile on her face. 
Little does Lana know that I am going to ask her to give up on Mark at 
that lunch. By the way, I had one of the best lunches in my life that 
day. 

CLUBBING THE CLUB VII 

	"This is not something I would normally wear to the pool, to be honest. 
But this is such a big night for me that I had to have something special 
that would show off my new body. Actually, when I saw the zebra-striped 
suit at Macy's, I would have sworn that it was too small. How could 
anything that size get on my body, I thought. After three kids, I had 
pretty much lost my figure and really didn't expect to get it back at 
any time. My stomach was way too big and so was my rear. My boobs were 
sloppy and my rear end could bear a flower pot. And my legs were too 
shaky to boot. Then my husband Mel brought home, sort of as a joke, 
tapes of women wrestling from the video store and I became enchanted 
with the idea of wrestling as I watched these beautiful women grappling 
with each other. With Mel's help and plenty of hard work, to say 
nothing of bruises and sprains, I learned the holds used in women's 
wrestling from those tapes and my body gradually became firmer and 
harder. 

	It took a long time but it was fun, for I had something to work for and 
after a slow start, the weight began coming off. The zebra suit would 
stretch on me, but not all that much. Now, all I could do was picture 
myself standing over a newly defeated woman with my hands raised in 
victory to the cheers of a crowd, with the men ogling and admiring me. 
Mel brought home more videos showing women conquering others in every 
imaginable way. I especially loved the submissions and I became very 
excited at the idea of dominating a woman and being free to perform any 
kind of humiliation on her with her being helpless to prevent it. Of 
course, it was just a fantasy. I have never wrestled anyone other than 
Mel, who is way to strong for me, but by emulating the holds and moves 
on the tapes, we got pretty good at it. 

	Then, the real excitement began. As my coworkers in my corporate tax 
office began to notice my weight loss, questions began being asked. I 
tried to give vague reasons for the metamorphosis of my body, but I 
confided in a friend, Dottie that I was emulating the wrestlers I had 
seen on the videos. You could have felled me with a feather when she 
told me that she actually wrestles at a women's club. I couldn't 
believe it. Sweet Dottie, a wrestler? And one of the best at that? I 
began to question her about the club and the matches. This could be my 
dream come true and I tingled with excitement. As I questioned Dottie 
further, she began to encourage me to come out and give it a try. My 
stomach filled with butterflies as I considered the idea. Did I really 
have the guts to pull the trigger on this new dream? I put Dottie off 
and decided to explore the possibility with Mel. In return, Mel decided 
that he would be Dottie's guest at the club to sort of scout it out. I 
liked the idea and I was afraid to see for myself, in that I might 
become discouraged. 

	The night Mel went to the club, I waited home with my stomach churning 
the whole time. This was so exciting that I couldn't concentrate on 
anything. I finally got the kids to bed and waited up for Mel. I 
decided that I would emulate the "baddies" I had seen on the videos 
because they never got as bad a beating as the "good" girls. Of course, 
this was assuming that Mel came back with a favorable report. Where the 
hell was he? 

	Finally, I heard Mel's car come up the driveway and I all but ran out to 
meet him in my excitement. As he came through the door, I couldn't 
contain my enthusiasm and blurted "How was it?." Believe it or not, Mel 
was even more excited than I was. "Missy, you should have seen it," he 
said excitedly. "Tell me everything," I said. "Well, there were three 
matches. In the first, a rather pretty and well built woman who was in 
a class known as amateur, was soundly defeated in a two-out-of-three 
fall match by a much larger woman with great experience. The defeated 
lady, I believe her name is Lana, was forced to submit to her opponent 
not once but twice. This didn't go over great with the crowd as they 
seemed to be for her in a great way and they seemed very disappointed in 
the result. In the second match, also amateur, a new wrestler named 
Sallyanne, with a very extensive chest, easily beat up on another 
amateur. Sallyanne is short but very strong and didn't seem like an 
amateur at all. However, I believe you would be able to kill her 
opponent whose name escapes me, oh yes, Wendy. Sallyanne looks like 
trouble though. She wrestles very competently and delivers punishment 
with ease. I don't know how well she can take it because she didn't 
take any punishment. And the third match was apparently an upset, as a 
veteran named Bobbi was beaten through the capable talents of a 60's 
throwback named Dee-Dee. It was a pretty even match until something 
snapped in Dee-Dee and she used some dirty moves to punish and knock out 
Bobbi. It was great." 

	I am trying to picture all this but I just can't digest it all at once. 
"Go back," I beg, "to the first match. That is the most interesting 
because that is my secret dream, to cause a woman to submit to me and 
exalt me." "Wait a minute," said Mel, "here is the most important part. 
I met the man in charge of scheduling matches through Dottie and he 
promised that he would find you a spot if you choose to wrestle." Well, 
my heartbeat quickened and I blurted out "Yes!" "Wait, though, there is 
more to this. If you want to wrestle as an amateur with a chance to 
move up to Pro, you must make two drawings from bowls that will 
determine whom you will wrestle and how many falls. Are you still 
interested?" "I sure am," I said feeling euphoric and certain that I 
could defeat any of those women. "Now tell me about the submissions." 
"Well, the woman who submitted twice managed to leave so I couldn't talk 
to her. However, she is a very attractive woman and seems to have some 
relationship with the guy that schedules the matches, although I don't 
understand why he allowed her to face someone as strong as Nancy. She 
is really a lovely young lady, a mother of two, and considered an up and 
coming wrestler at the club. I can't figure out all that was going on, 
in that she is a married woman, but there was no husband in sight. I 
guess that is just as well. To be honest, she is quite a sexy woman, 
er, not as sexy as you, my sweet, but certainly with many charms." A 
feeling of jealousy and anger welled up in me and got lost in the 
excitement of the moment and I was becoming more and more certain that I 
wanted to wrestle. "Go on," I said. "Well, basically she was being 
abused and dominated by the larger woman who did not seem to be 
particularly popular. She sure was powerful, though. And mean! And 
she seemed to be enjoying meting out severe punishment to her hapless 
victim. This woman, Lana, who took such a fierce beating, also had a 
manager so I real! 
 ly am a little lost as to how the relationship exists between the 
schedule guy, her manager and her husband." "You mean she submitted in 
front of these people?" I asked incredulously. "Yes, I'm afraid she had 
no choice, she just was no match for the bigger girl." This was really 
exciting! "What was she wearing?" I asked. "You want all the gory 
details, don't you," Mel said, "but I will tell you if you really want 
to know." Mel saw my nod. 

	"This Lana has lovely boobs and strong sexy legs and a fabulous ass, 
OK?" intoned Mel. I think he was sexually aroused. "And she wore a 
bright blue spandex stretch suit, that showed a great deal of her and 
after it became distorted during the match, exposed a great deal of 
her." To be honest with you, she was quite a sexy sight." "Even though 
she was losing?" I ask incredulously. "Well, there was something about 
seeing this lovely creature in a helpless condition, plus the fact that 
some very attractive parts of her body were showing."  "Well, maybe you 
didn't have to explain that much." "And her brown hair is very long, 
and that was a disability in the ring, but it sure looked sexy." 
"Alright, that's enough of her. Did you find it sexy when she 
submitted?" "Well, let's just say it was stirring." "I'll let you off 
the hook, then," I said with a twinkle in my eye. This was going to 
lead to the bedroom, I could tell. 

	"How about the next match?" I asked. "Well, it was simply the case of a 
sturdy, hugely breasted amateur easily pinning a so-so woman in a brown 
bathing suit. This woman Sallyanne was also very popular with the men, 
and she was quite a sight although a little overweight." "I'll bet," I 
said, "She was probably overweight in places that you like." "Well, 
they were very large and very exposed and easy to see in her low cut 
tight suit. If it makes you feel better, her legs were too fat and she 
really has a big ass." "And I'm sure that that bothered you a lot too" 
"Yeh, tons, but anyway she seemed capable of really beating up the other 
woman. She kind of did but if you ask me, she was in another class 
altogether. The wrestler named Wendy was a little on the flabby side 
and she certainly is somewhat overweight. Every time Sallyanne did 
something to her, her flesh would jiggle, and not in the sexy way. She 
seemed in need of a good workout, although she still was a fine looking 
woman. Unfortunately, she was no match whatsoever for Sallyanne, who 
beat her with a series of honest wrestling holds that devastated her. 
No tricky stuff. Sallyanne could have abused the hell out of her as she 
had her at her mercy, but settled for a simple easy pin. However, the 
last match was a doozy. Probably because it was an upset, according to 
Dottie. The bigger breasted, I mean, bigger woman wore a tiger 
patterned suit and it looked like she would beat her opponent, who 
looked like a flower child in her floral bathing suit and long straight 
white hair. But the hippie surprised everybody and pinned the "tiger" 
against all odds. Missy, I think you can do this wrestling thing, but 
it must be your decision." "There's no doubt," I said, "and the first 
victim I want to be either that Lana person or that Sallyanne person." 
"Well, remember, you must pick your first opponent at random, and it 
could be anybody in the club, and I understand some of those women are 
just plain tough," he admonished. I said, "I don't care. I want to 
wrestle and dominate. And right now I want to wrestle with you - in the 
bedroom." Tonight I answer the age-old question. Yes, Virginia, you 
can have multiple orgasms. I have the best sex I have had in a long 
time with Mel as visions of me dominating a woman went through my head 
and opened the floodgates. 

	So here I am, waiting for my first match against I-don't-know-who. I am 
in a dressing room at the club and I have managed to wedge myself into 
this suit. I have never worn anything this tight and yet it feels good. 
I look in the mirror and check myself out. Not bad, although, I feel 
that I haven't firmed up quite enough yet. I hope that this suit covers 
me up a little more than what I can see here in the mirror. I pull the 
elastic down over my cheeks and it pulls right up again. Mel tells me 
that the men like this. There is no suit support for my chest but I am 
proud of how high my breasts stand in spite of three pregnancies, and of 
course I have worked out plenty hard for them to be like this, although 
they are not terribly large. I have to go the bathroom again, as my 
nerves are on edge. How can one person pee so damn much? I don't ever 
remember being this nervous, and yet I like it somehow. Mel comes in 
and says, "Well, darling, it's time." He helps me into my metallic-
looking lame jacket and when I look in the mirror, I like what I see, 
with the jacket on. As we go out to the combat area, I see the little 
table with the two glass bowls on it. I am led to it and a man named 
Art introduces me to the crowd. They applaud me and I smile, nervously, 
but genuinely. This is great and I am so excited that I can hardly 
control my shaking hands! I feel so undefeatable in my shiny jacket and 
sexy suit, I am on top of the world, even in my nervousness. Then I 
reach into the first bowl and pick out a piece of paper. Art opens it 
and announces, "Missy's first match will be a one fall affair." "Lucky 
for whoever it is," I think to myself. There is some applause. I reach 
in and pull out a paper from the second bowl. Art announces, "Missy 
will wrestle Sue." Now there is thunderous applause. I don't know who 
Sue is but Dottie fills me in before the match while we wait for Sue to 
change into her wrestling gear. 

	"Missy, this woman is tough. She is a senior in college and she is all 
muscle. She went from being a so-so wrestler to being an outstanding 
one because she turned mean. Be on your guard, she can be brutal." I 
thought I was going to come, between the excitement, the anticipation, 
and yes, the fear. With all the excitement going on and the nervousness 
of the match, I was at a high sexual peak. "Well, Mel and I have worked 
out extensively and I will do my best." Just then, Sue climbed through 
the ropes to her corner. She was a mean looking cuss. She had a face 
with a nose too large for it and a thin wiry body clad in a tight 
spandex exercise suit. She had very little fat on her and her arms were 
long and wiry. I can't believe I am actually doing this. We walk to 
the center of the ring and I am in a blur. The referee is giving 
instructions but I don't remember hearing anything. Sue stares at me, 
and the butterflies are trying to get out, as I turn my head, feeling 
fright, panic, but still, the excitement. I am really doing this! Do 
you believe I have to pee again? Badly! We walk back to my corner 
where Mel removes my jacket. I hear whistles from the crowd and I 
attempt to adjust my suit so that so much of me is not exposed but it is 
to no avail. Oh well, that is the least of my problems. That woman at 
the other end of the ring looks like she wants to take my head off. I 
try to imagine her at my feet begging for mercy, but I can't quite keep 
the image in my head. I am so nervous that my knees are literally 
knocking and my heart is beating out of my chest, half of which is 
exposed. The bell rings and I pray that I look good, or at least won't 
look bad in my first match. 

	Sue and I circle a bit and then lock up in the center of the ring and I 
feel her strength. She lifts her knee into my stomach and my legs give 
out as I drop to my knees. I didn't expect this ferociousness and the 
violence of the moment astounds me as my gut fills with pain. I feel a 
sense of panic and I want to run away as I come to the realization that 
this person wants to hurt me and can do it. I can't focus my senses. I 
look up at her and I see her smiling at me. This scares me even more. 
I struggle to get to one knee when she circles behind me and her 
powerful forearm sends waves of pain to my jaw as she tightens her arms 
like a vise around my neck. She is shaking me back and forth and I can 
feel my body shaking like crazy in my new suit but I can't do anything 
about it. I hope my boobs don't fall out of this low cut suit. 
Certainly, everybody can see the majority of them. Sue lifts me to my 
feet and says her first words to me. "Welcome to the Roosevelt 
Wrestling Club. You shouldn't have worn such a revealing suit. You are 
going to pay for showing me up." My lord, she is mad at me because of 
my zebra suit. She is hurting the hell out of me. My head is bent 
backward with my pelvis thrust out front. I hope I shaved high enough, 
because this stretch suit is being stretched to the limit. She walks me 
around with my body bent backwards and my legs awkwardly following where 
she is taking my head, parading me like some perverse kind of prize and 
I am powerless to do anything about it. I feel very self conscious in 
front of this cheering crowd. Why in hell am I so excited through the 
pain? Then I see it. Just a shadow but I can't prevent it. A muscular 
arm comes down on my raised belly, and the air explodes from my lungs as 
it finds the mark on my thrust-out abdomen. 

	I fall hard on my back, gasping for air, when kick after kick fall on my 
already sore belly from this crazy kid. I reflexively kick my legs like 
crazy, but I am getting no mercy. What have I gotten into? What should 
I do? What can I do? Sue grabs my arm and tries to twist it from my 
body while I scream reflexively, as the pain runs up and down my abused 
arm. She is trying to gradually raise me to my feet and the pain in my 
arm is leading the way. I put my hand around her thigh for support as 
she switches to a headlock. It is like a steel coil. As I get to my 
feet I grab for anything for support and find my hand on her buttock, 
which also seems to be made of steel. I realize that Sue is in 
magnificent shape and I am really scared through the pain now. When 
will she stop this torture? This is a long way from my fantasy of 
dominating a woman in the ring. Mel hollers to me, "Missy, flip over 
the other way." But I have my arm around her thin waist and I am afraid 
to let go. All I can do is grit my teeth and hold on. Later I find 
that I had been screaming but I don't remember that. The referee asks 
if I want to quit, but I will not answer him. Sue switches back to my 
arm and I release my arm around her waist and fall backwards loudly 
hitting the mat. This really smarts and makes me look bad also. I have 
to do better than this. I kick my legs in tandem until they reach the 
ropes, forcing the ref to make Sue break the hold. She releases my arm, 
which I am surprised to see is still attached to my body, but slaps me 
loudly across the face. This I know I cannot accept. I try to get up 
but I feel the various aches and pains already, so I can't get up as 
fast as I like. But Sue is playing to the crowd, feeling that she can 
beat me anytime. I get to my knees and she is in range with her back to 
me. With all my might, I deliver a fist to her kidney. She drops like 
a rock and screams, holding her side. I get energy from somewhere and 
slam my forearm to her neck with deadly force. It feels great to do 
this! Her eyes glaze and her feet kick up a mile in reflex. I grab her 
hair, raise her to her feet as she yells, and slam her breasts with all 
my might. She goes down, clutching her boobs and screaming. My god, 
what a feeling. She is writhing and groaning, holding her small 
breasts, in plenty of pain. I feel the anger well up inside of me at 
having been beaten up so far and it feels great to take it out on the 
wench. Hurt me, will she? I can now afford the luxury of imagining 
this young woman begging me for mercy. I get a vision of this superbly 
trained athlete begging me, older and not nearly as firm, for mercy. I 
decide not to try any of the wrestling moves Mel and I have practiced. 
I'd rather just give this woman the beating of her life. 

	I grab her hair, raising her to a seating position, and slam her breasts 
again. She is shrieking like a banshee. I do it again and again.  Sue 
is crawling around the ring, trying to get away from me. This is the 
feeling I had dreamed of, and I am going to punch her little boobs until 
she cries for mercy from me, her dominatrix. I get her hair again and 
lift her to her feet. She is holding her chest, so I dig my fist deep 
into her solar plexus, raising her about two feet off the mat. She 
grunts loudly and falls like a newly felled tree. I hear cheers from 
the crowd, so I take time out to accept the accolades. What a feeling! 
I strut around so that they can see me and I see on the eyes of the men 
what I believe is great admiration. How could one get this feeling in 
normal hum-drum life? But then I realize that my suit has been turned 
sideways, almost revealing my left nipple and completely revealing my 
left cheek, so I slowly make the adjustments. I turn and see that Sue 
is not making much progress. Her face is red and I guess so are her 
boobs. In retrospect, I gave her too much time to recover. She is in 
great condition and is feigning having trouble getting up. I help her 
by grabbing one arm and twisting it so that she has to get to her feet 
to avoid the pressure.  Then I kick the arm, which I feel is now mine, 
just like all her body parts, which causes her to yelp in pain. This I 
like. I whip her around and slam her into a turnbuckle with great 
force. Again, I play to the cheering crowd. I see no reason to hurry.  
Sue slumps and I run at her with all my might. Wrong move! 

	Sue sees me coming and dodges my charge at the last minute and I hit the 
turnbuckle with great force, expecting to make contact with my shoulder 
in her gut but not fast enough to stop. I feel oceans of pain course 
through me and I fall backwards onto the mat. I am stunned. The pain 
overwhelms me and I feel woozy. Then a boot falls on my throat and I 
can't stop coughing. Sue grabs my head by the hair and slams it into 
the mat. My vision is blurry but I swear I am seeing stars. She rolls 
me over and sits on my back and starts bouncing. I can't breath and she 
is going wild. She takes my arms back over her knees and clasps her 
fingers under my jaw. Then she tries to rip my head off using a hold 
known as the Camel Clutch. Her hands are unbelievably strong. I try to 
somehow escape but only manage to flail my legs as I am helpless and in 
deep pain. Sue screams, "Give up! Now!" But I can't because my jaw is 
locked under her killing grip and she knows it. The she relinquishes 
the hold. The ref says, "Had enough?" I shake my head no. What am I 
thinking? She is only going to punish me some more, as she is totally 
in control. There must be some way out of this. But Sue reapplies the 
hold, stronger than before. This goes on, I don't know how many times. 
She is enjoying my choking and gasping and relaxing me only to reapply 
the unbelievable pain at will. The last time, she is killing my 
shoulders by locking my arms tight behind me over her knees and really 
pulling my head back. At this point, I don't care how much of my body 
is bared or what anybody thinks of me; whatever Sue wants is fine with 
me. I can't get out of the hold and I can't stop her from doing 
anything she wants to me. My fantasy in reverse. I'll do anything to 
make her stop this pain. I try to give up, but only funny sounds will 
leave my mouth with the pressure of her locked fingers on my jaw. Sue 
eases up, "Well, had enough?" 

	"Yes, yes, yes," I gasp when she relieves the pressure enough for me to 
utter anything. "Don't be silly, no you haven't," she says cruelly, as 
she reapplies the hold. I can't stand the pain much more and I think I 
am blacking out. She eases and says, "I like you, I can make you do 
anything. Like give up maybe?" "Please Sue, I have had enough." 
"You're too modest," she says. "If my chest is going to hurt tomorrow, 
your back is going to feel worse" as she pulls my hair like crazy and 
slams my face into the mat. Then she pulls on my jaw again.  And she 
reapplies the pressure. I never knew anyone could be so cruel and I 
have never felt pain like this before. She eases. "Please, Sue, I am 
sorry. Please, no more," I beg. "How about a little bit more," she 
says and reapplies with vigor. I don't know how to make her stop and I 
realize that my bladder is failing me. The hot fluid fills the "V" of 
my wonderful Zebra suit. Finally, I guess out of 
 boredom, Sue releases my jaw and demands that the referee ask me if I 
submit. At last, a way to make her stop this cruel treatment. The ref 
asks if I give up and I say "Oh, yes, yes." The bell rings and Sue 
raises her arms in victory and stomps my neck with her boot in one final 
gesture of domination and humiliation.  Some debut. 

	I lay on the mat with Mel asking me if I am all right. But I can't get 
up. That bitch must have broken my backbone. Mel lifts me and the 
feeling slowly returns to my feet. I have been beat up, in the most 
complete way, and I realize this, and I don't want to face anybody. The 
tears begin to flow and that humiliates me even more. I realize that I 
have wet my suit and I feel even more humiliated, although I am not sure 
that anyone knows but me as the Zebra suit is covered with sweat and the 
pattern disguises these marks. But what is that sound? The crowd is 
applauding! And it's for me! I manage a little smile through the 
tears, and we make our way to the dressing room, where Mel mercifully 
rubs me down. "It's all right, Baby, it's all right," he says. I can't 
stop sobbing as I think of what that young snip did to me. My mood 
changes from frustration, to unhappiness, to anger. I want to kill Sue 
but I think of how she totally had control of me and all I could do was 
cry out my submission and hope she would let me go. The humiliation 
returns so I wash up, hoping that the horrible feeling will wash off, 
and I dress which makes me feel physically better but I don't want to 
leave this room. My humiliation is deep and I just want to crawl into a 
hole and disappear. What would my kids think if they were to see me 
pleading with a woman half my age to not hurt me anymore? What would my 
friends at work think if they could hear me whimpering to a mere child 
and wetting myself? What does my husband think after seeing that? 
Worse yet, I am frustrated as I feel an arousal coming on as I relive 
the match. I just want to kill myself. I thought I was so tough, but 
really I am so weak. I thought it would be so easy to beat the hell out 
of another woman and have her plead with me. I knew going in what I was 
risking but I never dreamed it would really happen to me. 

	Just then Dottie came into the room. She gave me a big hug and said, 
"Easy, Hon, you were in against a very tough opponent. She has 
delivered quite a few bad beatings lately, so you aren't the first. You 
showed real moxie out there, even though I'm not nuts about some of your 
tactics." "Oh, Dottie," I wept, "she really embarrassed me and I can't 
face anybody. Is there another way out of this house?" "I'm afraid 
not," she answered to my displeasure, "besides, the members expect the 
combatants to mingle after a match." "Mingle?" I yelped, "I can't face 
anybody after that!" "You'll see, these are very nice people and you 
will feel much better after a drink and a chance to talk it out," Dottie 
said as she led me to the door, out to meet the witnesses of my 
humiliation." 

	"Well, Lana, that went pretty much the way we expected," I said to the 
lovely lady sitting next to me. "I don't think that the new girl Missy 
did that badly, considering that she has no prior experience," opined 
Lana, "I would love to work out with her because she has potential but I 
think that she wouldn't mind using underhanded tactics in the ring." 
"She gave Sue a pretty good breast-beating there for a while and I 
suspect that she will use other dirty moves if she continues to wrestle, 
which I don't think she will," I said. Lana replied, "Oh, she'll 
wrestle again. She'll relive the mistakes she made and the humiliation 
will anger her and she will want to take it out on somebody. God help 
whomever that may be." 

	Just then, Missy appeared with her husband Mel, looking as though she 
had been crying. As the members greeted her, she managed a genuine 
smile. Later I noticed that she had warmed up quite a bit and didn't 
seem to mind answering questions from others about the match. I caught 
Mel, a nice fortyish gentleman who obviously kept in shape, and asked 
him how Missy was. "To tell you the truth, I can't tell," he said. 
"She is obviously embarrassed but she seems to be mad enough to have a 
go again. What do you think about another match?" "That would be 
entirely up to you and Missy," I replied. "Keep in mind that the idea 
behind having to wrestle a Pro on the first night is to weed out the 
thrill seekers from those genuinely interested in full participating 
membership. If Missy decides to wrestle again, she will be matched 
against another amateur and the field will be more even. Right now, we 
only have one amateur that is truly great and I think that Missy could 
hold her own against any of our other amateurs," I said, not including 
my lovely Lana who would surely turn pro next week with a victory over 
Cerise, her fifth and final win as an amateur. "I'll talk to her," Mel 
said, "but my guess is that she will want to try at least one more time. 
I'll call you and thanks for your help." "My pleasure." 

	I hoped Missy would wrestle again. She really looked sexy in a black 
and white stretch Zebra patterned suit. While she wrestled, the suit 
had twisted baring parts of her that were sexy as hell. And she had 
given birth to three children. Amazing! Still, Lana was who my 
thoughts turned to, as always. I would love to see her in that suit. 
Unfortunately, she was talking to some men as I got a seat for the next 
match.  This will match the large Pat against a very much smaller 
Janet. But Lana is nowhere around. In a short time, the black-clad Pat 
has her opponent in great trouble with some strong tactics. Janet takes 
a very severe beating before being easily pinned. Pat, in a show of 
good sportsmanship, helps Janet off the mat and there is great applause. 
I don't expect we'll see Janet anytime soon, as her last couple of 
matches have punished her greatly. However, I notice later on that 
Janet and Jean are socializing in an intense way. That usually means 
pain for some hapless woman. 

	I ask where Lana is, and Dottie tells me that she went outside with 
Barry, a tall rawboned western type, and I can sense an attraction. 
Later, Lana makes an entrance and I ask her nicely where she has been. 
She looks down and says that she went for a walk with Barry. "I hope 
you aren't too upset," she says. "Look, Lana, I have no claim to you," 
I answer painfully. "You may do whatever you please. Does it hurt me? 
Yes, but I can live with it again. I just hope you know what you are 
doing." "I do," she says, "and try to understand that I am finding a 
new-found popularity here. I am no longer just the struggling mother of 
two. I have something to look forward to in wrestling and in getting 
the praise and attention that I get here and nowhere else." "I 
understand that, and I will wait for you, forever, if necessary," I 
utter quietly. "I knew you would understand," she says and reaches up 
and gives me a little kiss that drives my heart wild. Sometimes, you 
just have to accept the way things turn out and I am thankful for the 
fabulous times I have had with Lana and there is some consolation in 
that I'll be able to see her here at the club on a regular basis. But 
the hurt runs deep. 

	Two days later, while at work, I go over to check on Lana and find out 
she is not in. I know something is really up, but I have no way of 
finding out.  I spend a restless night, that night. The next day, I 
make my way over to Lana's desk and there she is dressed in a white 
outfit, looking so luscious against her tan. "Lana, are you OK?" I ask 
breathlessly. "Why, yes," she answers in a cool tone, "Why?" "Well, 
you weren't here yesterday and I didn't know if anything was wrong?" 
"Look, we are at the least good friends," she said, "could we eat lunch 
together today because I have something I want to discuss with you?" 
"You bet," I said anxiously, "see you at 12." 

	We sit across from each other in the cafeteria and I say, "Let 'er rip, 
toots." "I took yesterday off and told Jerry that I was going away to a 
convention. Please don't say anything until I finish. Barry and I went 
to Ocean City, where we got a motel room and spent the day on the beach 
cavorting in the waves." My stomach was churning. This was like 
passing a bad accident. You don't want to see it but you feel compelled 
to look. I was picturing Lana in a white bathing suit splashing in the 
waves and laughing with Barry, having the time of her life. "It was hot 
on the beach, and to be honest, I had no intention of anything happening 
other than a good time at the shore. I guess I am really naive. When 
we got back to the motel, we decided to shower together and, I guess you 
can imagine, one thing led to another and he was pleasuring me. You 
won't believe this, but I kept wishing it were you and I feel unkind 
when I tell you that it was you I was thinking of. What could I do, 
this sudden freedom, this sudden popularity, I won't be young forever 
and I have been so conservative since I got married. Anyway, we went to 
a nice restaurant and had a nice meal, after which we came back to the 
motel room and did it again. Then we went for a walk on the beach, 
barefooted, in the moonlight. We stopped for a kiss, and well, one 
thing led to another, as they say. I may be in love with two men, now." 
"Lana, you are the love of my life, and I am not ashamed to say it," I 
replied with more calm than I thought I had in me. "But I told you 
before, I can't claim any part of you and you are old enough to know 
your own mind. It sounds as though you had the time of your life, and 
though I am hurting, I am strangely happy for you." Lana must have seen 
the pain etched in every molecule of my face as she said, "I am so 
sorry." Can we still be friends as I try to work my way through this?" 
"Lana, the least we'll ever be always is good friends." I had lost my 
appetite and excused myself. This was going to be a tough day. 

	Now this latest piece of news hurt. It was the second time she had done 
this to me, or did she really do anything to me? I respect her, and 
yes, even love her, and that means that I have no say as to what happens 
in her life unless she wants me to. Barry is good friends with his wife 
Sharon with whom he is separated. He always comes to the club when she 
wrestles. Sharon is about 5'6" and has a lovely face. She has a small 
chest but great sexy legs and she is a pretty fair wrestler but never 
worked very hard at it, so she never got to be as good as she could have 
been. She still shows up every couple of months to wrestle. She has a 
dismal record, but if worked up, she can be a killer. I like her a lot 
and I hope she comes back soon. I think she still loves Barry, but 
rumor has it that she could not tolerate his philandering and had left 
him. I am not sure what Barry's intentions are for Lana, but I envy 
that day they had at the shore. My best bet is to try to get in a frame 
of mind where Lana is just a friend or else she is going to be breaking 
my heart forever. Easier said than done. At least I will see her next 
week when she defeats Cerise and turns pro. 

	Tuesday night. The thing that I am enjoying about what is happening in 
the ring right now is that Mark is going out of his mind. Lana has been 
taking every frustration out on Cerise and is giving her a real lesson 
on the fine art of wrestling. Cerise is wearing a two-piece black suit 
and her exposed flesh, though a lovely shade of brown normally, is now 
revealing fresh angry pink welt after fresh angry pink welt. Mark has 
been screaming his head off but just can't seem to realize that Lana 
would no longer be paying any attention to him and that Cerise just 
could not compete at this level. And she is paying an exorbitant price 
as Lana goes after her with merciless vigor. Lana is wearing the white 
spandex suit and she really looks like a goddess. She is totally in 
control of this match and has tried all kinds of holds out on her 
hapless opponent. Cerise looks like she just wants to dive through the 
ropes and run away. She is being taught some brutal lessons tonight. 
Somehow Cerise's top comes off at one point during the match, although I 
don't believe Lana had anything to do with it. Lana is enraged as the 
audience stares in shock as Cerise's lovely breasts wobble with the 
beating she is taking. Lana, much angered, then does something that 
shocks me. She grabs the suit top and wraps it around Cerise's neck 
and begins strangling her with it. For a few brief moments, this 
audience is enraptured with the sight of those pale small nipples 
bobbling back and forth at them as Lana shakes Cerise's head for all 
it's worth. Wow, Lana is going to get her fifth win in fine fashion. 
Finally, the ref gets a glimpse of what is happening, which he was 
shielded from due to Lana's accurate maneuvering of her victim. The ref 
calls for a time-out so that Cerise can put her top back on, which she 
does clumsily. Her hands are shaking and she is having trouble, so Mark 
helps and takes the time to chide the poor girl for not fighting harder. 
Lana just leans on the top rope with her leg on the lower rope, 
watching. Barry is yelling encouragement to her and she smiles sweetly 
at him. 

	The ref calls time in and the slaughter continues where it left off. 
Finally, I see Mark looking for a towel. I inch my way up to the mat 
and just as he is attempting to throw in the towel, I grab his wrist. 
He glares at me in anger but thinks better of acting on it. "Now, Mark, 
we know that Cerise can give up any time she wants to," I say slyly. 
"Yeah, I guess you're right," he answers and goes back to watching the 
last moments of a battle that really wasn't, for it takes two to fight. 
Finally, a smiling Lana grabs Cerise's bottom at the rear and bends her 
in half with her other arm under her neck in a form of bow-and-arrow 
submission hold. This completely displays Cerise's bottom secrets while 
she pleads for mercy. The referee signals the end but Lana does not 
release the agonizing hold. She wants to make sure that Cerise 
remembers who she fought and that Mark sees what he can no longer have. 
Mark runs into the ring and demands that Lana release the gagging 
Cerise. Lana tells him to go to hell. As he makes a move toward her, I 
head up towards the ring again but I hear her say, "Come any closer, 
Mark, and I'll snap her neck. I just want you to know that you are no 
longer my manager and anyone that you send into the ring with me can 
expect the same treatment. Understood?" "Yes, Lana, now please release 
her," he answers desperately. Lana does release Cerise, and her head 
falls flat onto a pool of spittle left on the mat from being choked. 
Lana runs out into the crowd to accept jubilant accolades and I see the 
hurt look on Barry's face as she pays no more attention to him than 
anyone else there. She really eats this up and she looks so sexy high-
fiving and kissing everyone with that now brown body contrasted against 
the bright white bathing suit. I love the whiteness of her untanned 
cheeks and boobs against the beautifully tanned legs and shoulders in 
contrast and content myself with just enjoying the sight. Suddenly, she 
comes over to me and we high five, but she grabs my head and gives me a 
soul kiss with the sweetest tongue in the world. Why does this woman do 
this to me? But then she moves on, and I am left alone in the crowd 
with just my thoughts and hurt feelings. 

	Cerise is still down. They are having trouble getting her to her feet 
but they finally do. She is crying heavily, and Mark has a look of 
disgust on his face but at least he didn't run out on her. I don't 
think Cerise will want to tangle with the likes of Lana anytime soon. 
She was the recipient of a really fierce beating, tonight. But Missy 
might be a perfect opponent for Cerise. I'll suggest that to Mark 
later. That could be very interesting. My thoughts are interrupted by 
a soothing voice. "Looks like she did you again, Hon," wakes me from my 
reverie. "Oh, hi, Dottie," I say. "Nothing gets by you, does it?" 
"Nah, I'm observant," she said, "are you hurting?" I was going to play 
it cool but I couldn't. "Dottie, you can't believe the suffering that 
girl has put me through," I say honestly, " but life goes on and I'm 
carrying on the best I can." "Let's get some air and talk a little," 
she suggests. "I'm game, nothing to stay in here for," I say. 

	The air is heavy as we walk through the ( acre garden area. Dottie uses 
the time to explain to me how immature Lana is and how she is simply 
sprouting newfound wings and how it is better to let her do this and get 
it out of her system now. I couldn't agree more.  I look at Dottie and 
finally notice that she is a delightfully nice person. Not a great 
looking person, but attractive to the point that a lot of guys would 
love to have her adorning their sides. We kiss tenderly and I back up, 
thinking it was only a friendly little buss, but she holds me tight and 
delivers an open wet one. I am not made of ice and I can't help 
reacting to this display of affection. I am really amazed because I 
have never seen Dottie mess around with anybody. She is supposedly 
happily married, although her husband seldom comes to the club. His 
feeling is that she may do as she pleases one night a week and he has 
his poker night in return. They have an 8 year old girl. Dottie is 
like everybody's mother, liked by all but Jean's nasty little clique. 
"Dottie, I thought that you were happily married. I don't think that 
your husband would be overly thrilled if he knew this was happening," I 
said. She replied, "Listen, my husband and I have settled into a nice 
friendly relationship, but the fire does not burn anymore and I find you 
to be exciting." I really wish that Dottie was the kind of woman that 
I could get off on but she isn't. I only want Lana. Still, the 
excitement of this taboo person has me aroused. Dottie is really good 
and believe it or not, she seduces me and we do it in the darkness. She 
is really good. We attempt to get ourselves straightened up as best we 
can in the dark afterwards, and then we sit on a bench to contemplate 
what just happened. "Dottie, how many have you had?" I query. "Just a 
few. You know I don't drink too much." "Let me ask you something," she 
posed, "did you think of Lana while we did it?" "Why do you ask?" 
"Just tell me."  "Well, when I came I did." "Then I want her. 
Schedule us for a match and you won't even think of her anymore." I 
really didn't want this to happen. Dottie was having a great year and 
she was going to have to wrestle Jean soon but Lana was nowhere near 
this class. "Dottie, I can't," I said, "you two are scheduled in a tag-
team match next week against DeeDee and Pat. I still have you two as a 
team." "I'll do it, but afterward, I want to wrestle her one on one," 
she said firmly. I'm afraid that she is just too good for Lana, but I 
say yes. Dottie loves to win money and Lana will love it also, now that 
she is a pro but I fear for her safety. 

	We walk back to the house where the crowd has thinned out quite a bit, 
and I see that Lana is getting ready to leave. "And where were you 
two," she said mock jokingly. "Uh, just walking," I said. Lana said to 
Dottie, "I guess your husband wasn't around, huh." "None of your 
business, Lana," said a belligerent Dottie. "Look, ladies, let's get 
together, you have a tag match next week," I said trying to be 
conciliatory. The two women stared daggers at each other and Lana left. 
Shortly, so do I. I run the Bobbi-dancing tape that night. I need the 
humor. 

	Lana and I have lunch again the next week but the conversation doesn't 
go so well. I make the mistake of asking how Barry is doing and she 
tells me that he is fine but gives me no details of how their 
relationship is progressing. "Oh well, I guess you kids are playing 
nice," I say sarcastically. "And how is Bobbi and that hussy Dottie?" 
Lana asks in return. "What?" I ask innocently. "There is nothing going 
on there." "Yeah, right," she chuckles. I can't seem to convince her 
that there is no mental connection with these women but she is going to 
believe what she wants. "If you must know, Jerry is going camping this 
weekend with the kids and I am going to the shore again with Barry." I 
try to look stoic but I am sure that my jealousy is showing. "Well, 
have a great time," I say while I get up and angrily throw my trash into 
the receptacle and head back to the office. 

	On Monday, I apologize to Lana and we meet at lunch again. "I really am 
sorry about giving you the business about Barry," I start. Lana says, 
"Well, we did go to the shore and we made love many times this time." 
"I did some things to him while he was driving on the way home, too." I 
don't know what to say. I'm sure that Lana is waiting for some kind of 
retaliation from me about my sexual exploits but it is not going to 
happen. I continue eating, looking nonchalant. "When did the kids come 
home?" I ask. "They all came home Sunday afternoon so it was close. 
Look, I guess I am trying to hurt you but this is still all very 
exciting to me anyway. Do you understand?" I answer, "Yes, and I'll 
still be here for you." We finish lunch but it was a strain. Before we 
leave, I ask her if she is ready for her tag-team match the following 
night and she replies that there will be no problem. But I don't know 
about that. 

	The night of the match, the place is buzzing with excitement. I go to 
Lana and Dottie's dressing room and knock on the door. Dottie looks 
relieved to see me and lets me in. Lana is in the bathroom and comes 
out wearing tight black spandex bike shorts and a spandex black jogging 
top. She looks mean and is in a foul mood, obviously. I can't see what 
Dottie is wearing other than a red cape. "Well, are you girls ready to 
win some money tonight?" I ask. They both nod yes but I don't think 
they are on the same page. "Well, good luck," I say as I go to give 
each woman a good luck kiss. Lana leans her cheek up and I kiss it but 
Dottie grabs me and gives me a passionate kiss. I don't fight it but I 
feel the tension go up in the room. I leave, but I wonder what is going 
on behind the door behind me. I get a good seat up front, just as Pat, 
who seems to be getting bigger on the time, and the pseudo-hippie DeeDee 
make their entrance. They are wearing matching black spandex suits with 
pink material at the boobs. However, Pat's is about three times larger 
than DeeDee's. They are all smiles as they wave to the audience and 
high-five each other. Lana then appears by herself, followed by Dottie 
wearing a bright red cape. Dottie beams me a big smile and removes her 
cape to reveal a beautiful tight red and white candy-striped suit. 

	The referee gives instructions at the center of the ring. Then Pat 
leaves the ring and so does Dottie. The bell rings and Lana faces off 
against DeeDee. Lana looks dangerous in her shiny black outfit but I am 
disappointed by how nothing in the way of delightful Lana-skin is 
showing. The quicker Lana quickly circles behind DeeDee and applies a 
powerful bear hug. DeeDee grunts with displeasure and pain but Lana 
only squeezes tighter. She then picks DeeDee up and slams her onto her 
back. Lana then proceeds to pound DeeDee with ease. DeeDee is 
absorbing a terrible beating at this point. Lana then tags off to 
Dottie, who steps in and continues the pounding. She now has DeeDee in 
a powerful headlock and DeeDee writhes in pain in an attempt to escape 
the hold. Then DeeDee reverts to form. She grabs Dottie's inner thigh 
and sinks her nails into her flesh. Dottie screams and releases the 
hold, clutching at her reddened thigh. DeeDee runs and tags off to Pat, 
who lumbers into the ring and delivers the most devastating forearm in 
the club to Dottie's chest. Dottie drops to the mat with a thud. Pat 
picks her up by the hair and flings her against the ropes. Dottie 
bounces off and is thrown over the back of a stooping Pat. She lands 
with force flat on her back. Pat falls on Dottie with her massive elbow 
striking her chest and delivering a healthy dose of pain. Pat then 
smilingly grabs Dottie's arm and twists, raising her to her feet. 
Dottie is dancing with pain but trying to maneuver her way over to Lana. 
Finally she is close enough to make a tag and Lana holds her arm out but 
she intentionally doesn't extend it far enough. Dottie maneuvers 
closer, but Lana pulls her arm back so that the reach is just a little 
short. Dottie is screaming from the pain, but Lana will not relieve 
her. Then Pat flings Dottie over to her corner and into a waiting 
forearm smash from DeeDee which knocks poor Dottie right on her back. 
Pat tags off to DeeDee, who jumps into the ring and grabs Dottie's legs. 
Dottie is completely helpless, as DeeDee jams her sneaker into her 
crotch. Dottie rolls across the ring violently, clutching the abused 
part. DeeDee catches up with her and then sits on Dottie's face and 
rubs her crotch against her face. Dottie is powerless and is really 
being humiliated, as DeeDee rubs up and back. Some behavior for the 
owner of a flower shop. DeeDee then gets up and drags Dottie to her 
corner by her hair. She tags off to Pat, who jumps into the ring and 
starts stomping Dottie's left leg. Then she too sits on Dottie and rubs 
her suit up and down her face. Only she makes sure to rub the whole 
distance including her massive rear. Dottie is choking but all she can 
do is flail helplessly. When Pat tires of wiping herself with Dottie's 
face, she picks her up by her arm and whips her into the wrong corner, 
Dottie's own corner. Just as she reaches her corner, Lana feigns 
climbing into the ring and manages to get her shoulder deep into 
Dottie's groin as she arrives. The referee admonishes her for that, but 
she says that she is innocent. I can't figure this out, because if Lana 
and Dottie lose, they will get less money than if they win. Pat backs 
Dottie against her corner and jams her own shoulder into her, while Lana 
sneaks a fist into Dottie's side. DeeDee diverts the ref's attention 
and Lana hits Dottie with body punch after punch. Because of Lana's 
betrayal, poor Dottie is taking a bad beating from three women. When 
the ref gets back, Lana grabs Dottie's limp hand as a tag-in, and jumps 
in the ring, grabbing Pat by a huge thigh, and unbalancing her onto the 
mat. The surprised Pat falls on her back and just lays there in shock, 
at which point Lana captures her in the dreaded leg scissors and Pat 
flails away with her huge legs and arms but she gives up in no time. 

	Lana jumps up to the applause of the crowd but Dottie is only 
semiconscious, still lying inside the ring propped up by the ringpost. 
Lana goes into the crowd while Pat slams her hand to the mat in disgust. 
DeeDee hollers at her and I think that Pat would kill her but by the 
time she could get up DeeDee would be gone. DeeDee throws her hands in 
disgust and leaves for the dressing room. Pat gets up and kicks the 
ropes in frustration. I am afraid that she will start working on the 
badly beaten Dottie, but instead she tries to help her to her feet. The 
best that Dottie can do is get to all fours. Her short brown hair is a 
total mess and the white portions of her body are terribly red. I go 
over to help her up and she groans. She has never been beaten like 
that. I thank Pat and walk her back to the dressing room. I sit her 
down on the table and she groans some more. "I have to wash my face," 
she says. "They rubbed their smelly parts in it and I want to wash." I 
help her to the bathroom and she washes her face. "Listen, I don't know 
how much consolation this is, but you did win," I offer. That makes her 
feel better as she will get $150 as her share. This seems to hearten 
her, somewhat. "Don't ever team me with that bitch again, and I want an 
anything-goes match with her as soon as possible," she said. "Ok, ok, 
but are you all right?" I inquire. "Give me some time and I'll join you 
out there." Poor Dottie! She didn't look or sound like a winner, but 
she had some bucks to prove that she was. I thought it would be good 
if I stood guard at the door because letting those two girls together 
would not be a good thing. Fortunately, Lana is preoccupied by the 
men's attention and shows no sign of coming over. Also, she did not 
break a sweat in the match, so she did not feel the immediate need to 
wash up. 

	In time Dottie dresses in a cute little skirt and blouse outfit and goes 
out to meet the public. She and Lana glare at each other but give each 
other plenty of space. I catch Lana as she finally goes to enter the 
dressing room. "Lana, what was the idea tonight?" "What's the 
difference, we won," she said glibly. "Yes, but you betrayed your 
partner," I protested. "You mean your little bleach blond friend?" she 
said. "I just don't like her." "Why not, she never did anything to 
you?" "Maybe no, maybe yes, but the fact is that she deserved what she 
got," Lana said with venom as she went through the door and slammed it 
behind her. This was going to be some match, I thought. A real blood-
letting. But I really am overwhelmed by my feelings for Lana. I must 
get her back, but I don't know how. That night, when I go to sleep, I 
try to place myself in Barry's place walking along the shore, with the 
moonlight reflecting off the lapping waves, with my dear, dear Lana in 
my arm, her head on my shoulder. Now I know what they mean by "pipe 
dreams." 

	"How could I be doing this again. Here I am in the same dressing room, 
getting ready to wrestle another woman, after being beaten up so bad in 
my first match. True, Mel and I have been working out intensively all 
week, but I am so nervous about this. Why didn't I just pack it in and 
just call it a dream that didn't work out? Something deep inside me 
says that this can be better and I still want to abase some other poor 
woman and have her plead for mercy from me. Tonight I have chosen my 
pale blue stretch suit with the Seagrams label on the front. As I put 
it on, I realize that it is tight as hell and revealing everything I 
have. But it's the only one I brought, and I guess I should have tried 
it on at home first, but I'll just have to wrestle in it. I check 
myself out in the mirror, and you know what? I look pretty damn sexy in 
it. I pull the material out of the wedge, but it just goes right back 
in, so screw it. I have a small freckle on my left cheek and I swear I 
can see its outline through the thin material of the suit. Mel rubs my 
shoulders and it really feels good. Finally we are called out to the 
ring and in my excitement I enthusiastically wave to the staring and 
cheering crowd. I think that they like what they see. Glaring at me 
from the other corner is Cerise, a fairly big light-skinned black girl 
who just received a god-awful beating from Lana last week. My husband 
likes Lana a lot which makes me jealous but I know I'm not anywhere near 
her class as a wrestler. Cerise is giving me dirty looks as her manager 
Mark, who seems a little creepy to me, rubs her neck from behind. It's 
not my fault that Cerise chose to cover her obviously beautiful body 
with a simple green suit. We go chin to chin through the ref's 
instructions and I find that by shaking my hands, I can sort of 
dissipate my nervousness. At the conclusion, neither of us attempt to 
shake hands with the other but just go to our respective corners to 
await the starting bell. Hard to believe, but I have to pee again. My 
nerves are electrified. 

	The match begins and I don't feel as nervous as the last time. We 
warily circle each other, and then lock up at the center. She has 
strong arms but she is making no attempt to make anything out of this. 
I grab her left arm and yank it behind her back in an arm lock. I hear 
her making little girl noises and I realize that this is the first 
legitimate hold I have ever placed on anybody other than Mel. It feels 
great and I pour on the punishment! Cerise tries to turn around but she 
seems very clumsy and I tighten up on the arm, causing her to scream 
out. Then I trip her and she falls flat on her stomach with me still 
keeping up the pressure on the arm. She lays there kicking her legs in 
pain and I realize that I can control how much she kicks by how much 
pressure I put on. I haven't had this much fun in my life. 
Unfortunately, I fail to notice that her kicking has gotten her close 
to the ropes. The ref taps me on the back and orders me to break the 
hold. I do, but I jam my knee into her back before relinquishing. She 
screams out. I stand up and wait for her to get to her feet, which she 
does by using the ropes. She turns to face me and I circle behind to 
grab her arm again as I really enjoyed making her legs kick, but I miss 
her arm and she spins around giving me a backhand to the throat, which 
takes my breath away and I find myself lying flat on my back. Cerise 
grabs my suit and squeezes my crotch, which send waves of pain through 
my womanhood. Now she grabs my hair and lifts me to my feet. God, that 
hurts! Her knee begins to come up to my face but I see it coming and I 
grab it. I now have her jumping around on one foot awkwardly. I see my 
chance and I raise my knee right into her groin. I love the sight of 
seeing the shocked look on her face as she falls clutching her own 
private parts. Now I deliver a boot to her side and , lord, it feels 
good sinking into her flesh. I pick her up by her hair and put my arm 
onto her shoulder and roll her over onto her back with a slap onto the 
mat. 

	Now I am going to try something that Mel and I worked on. The abdominal 
claw. I sink my fingers deep into her belly and feel the muscular bands 
there, which I pinch with all my might. Cerise kicks and kicks but I 
won't relinquish this grip. Her kicks grow weaker and I notice that 
this woman is really put together. I dig deeper. Her manager Mark is 
screaming, "Cerise, don't give up, don't give up!" Thank goodness he is 
not hollering out any advice that could help her. I love this, this 
feeling of being totally in control, and I dig a little deeper. Cerise 
turns her head violently from side to side in pain as she draws her legs 
up tight. Her hands are flailing the air and I know she must give up 
soon. The referee asks her if she gives, but that is just as I dig 
deeper into her hurting stomach muscles and she can't answer for the 
pain. Then I holler, "Give up you stupid bitch, I am too powerful for 
you!" Cerise starts to say something but it is unintelligible. "Do you 
want more of this punishment, Cerise?" "Give up and save yourself." "I 
give, I give," she hollered. I dig in a few seconds longer and release 
the grip. I sit back on my rear for second and realize that I have 
hardly been breathing, so excited am I. I also feel the wetness pour 
from my flower, as the sweat runs down my cleavage at the same time. I 
am on top of the world. 

	Mel lifts me up and squeezes and kisses the hell out of me. This is the 
moment I have dreamed about since he brought home that first tape. The 
poor writhing creature at my feet just begged me to leave her alone and 
she still can't get up. But where is Mark? He is nowhere to be found. 
Well, its not my problem. I go through the ropes and the crowd draws me 
into it. The congratulations are coming fast and furious. I don't ever 
think I have felt this great. When we get back to the dressing room, I 
go to the bathroom and look in the mirror. I look great. I need more 
of this."