The wrestler
By El Toro
Meet me in St Louis

I, like many of you, read the posts to Diana's message boards, and make
posts myself. Unlike some of the people, I always am polite, and always
assume that the messages are for entertainment purposes only. While some
people take these things too far, most of this is fun. A post that caught
my attention was from a person posting under the name of The wrestler.
Assuming this was a woman, I posted to her message, and included my email
address, hoping for a response. 

I enjoy mixed wrestling, and try to get 2 or 3 matches a year against some
of the better known women. While this tends to be expensive, so far I have
enjoyed both of the experiences I have had. While I had serious doubts
about The wrestler, I posted anyway, not even expecting a reply. 

A reply is what I got though. I was very surprised to check my email and
find a message from The wrestler. 

"I read your post on Diana's message board. You want to meet me for a match
huh? I am big, strong, skilled, and expensive. I will not do fantasy
matches, this is something your girlfriend will have to do for you. I only
do competitive. Barefooted and submissions only are a must. If you are
still interested, let me know."

Well now, she sure sounds confident, maybe even cocky. Her email had a
Hotmail address, so this made me think this was only a prank. What the
hell. I had nothing to lose. If she is real, this could very well be a very
good match against a very good woman opponent. If she is phony, this could
very well be a big waste of time, but my time is cheap.

"Thanks for the reply. I am also big, strong, and skilled. I love to
wrestle women, and love to win. If you are anything less than strong and
skilled, please do not waste my time. I am 6' tall and weigh 185 pounds, am
fairly athletic, and fairly strong. Please let me know your fee, and when
and where we can meet for a match, and let's make the plan and get it on.
Looking forward to your reply."

A couple of days later she sent me another email.

"I have beaten many men bigger than you, with ease. My fee is $400.00 per
hour, but if you beat me the fee is $200.00 per hour. I run my own business
and travel extensively. I travel to many major cities monthly. I have
contacts in most of these major cities that allow me to use their
facilities, which include mats and showers. Again, I will tell you I am
serious about wrestling, and will not give you a fantasy match. A match
with me is a contest with us matching strength, skill, stamina, and wits.
If you want anything less than full competitive ask your girlfriend for a
match. With me you pay for, and get, a very competitive match."

Now my interest is piqued. I want to meet this woman, and beat her. I live
in Illinois, and am an equal distance from Chicago and St Louis. I send her an
email suggesting we meet at a Holiday Inn on Market Street, and in her
reply she suggests meeting at a Henry the 8th, because they have much
bigger rooms. We agreed to the place and date, and now for some rules.

The rules were discussed, and we agreed to the following: standing start,
submissions only, barefooted, basic submissions only holds, no throwing,
kicking, biting, hitting, choking, finger or toe twisting, and nothing
really exotic like a Boston crab or camel clutch, as the chance for a back
or neck injury is too great. Obviously I accepted her offer to pay half the
fee if I beat her, and we agreed to wrestle a best 5 out of 9 falls,
instead of wrestling for an hour. We agreed to meet in the lounge for a
drink and a chance to talk before we wrestled. We would be meeting in 2
weeks.

Finally the weekend arrived when the match was to take place. Driving to St
Louis usually takes me 3 hours, but it felt like a day. I could not get
there soon enough. Being an electrician, I have some intelligence, but not
when driving to someplace I have never been to before. I had to drive
around St Louis for an hour before finding this place. Being a man, and
firmly believing only women stop to ask for directions, made finding the
hotel more difficult. I did find it though, all by myself. Now, The
Wrestler.    

In our discussions, she told me she would be wearing a pink dress when I
arrived, but never did say how tall she is, hair color, eye color, nothing
else, just look for a pink dress. I entered the lounge, and there she was,
sitting at the bar. She had her back to me, but she was female and wearing
a pink dress, and much to my delight, no shoes, so this had to be her.

I nervously approached her, and thought how stupid I would look if this was
not her, but some other woman in this lounge that decided to wear a pink
dress. In our emails I always referred to her as the wrestler, and she
referred to me as eltoro. So, I figured introducing myself as eltoro would
not be too embarrassing if this was not her. I was hoping it was her
though, both to save myself some embarrassment, and because she looked to
be very athletic. She had shoulder length blonde, broad shoulders, nice
legs, gorgeous feet, and was wearing some fantastic perfume. She smelled
great. 

Taking the stool next to her, I say " Hello, my name is eltoro."

Her reply, " Funny, you don't look to be Spanish."

Well shit, I must have the wrong woman. I can feel blood rushing to my face
and neck, putting on the big blush, struggling to find something to say, or
at least a hole to fall into.

"Hi eltoro, I'm The wrestler. Glad to see you made it, and looking forward
to making you regret it."

A welcome relief. We both laughed, and I suggested to her we sit at a
table. I would buy a couple of drinks, and meet her there. She stood up,
and was about 6' tall. She had broad shoulders, and a thin waist. She was
by no means skinny, probably 175 pounds or so. She had beautiful blue eyes,
firm looking arms and legs, nails polished with dark red polish on her
hands and feet. Her hands were very strong and big, her voice strong and
confident. This was going to be great.

We talked for about an hour, discussing previous matches, favorite holds,
exercising, our jobs, and our match to be. She works in marketing, has a
college degree, and has always been athletic. She told me her job was
usually good, but sometimes boring, and wrestling gave her an opportunity
to let her hair hang down. Being a professional, she spends her time having
meetings and being formal, having to be careful in how she acts and what
she says. Wrestling lets her walk on the wild side, working out her job
related frustrations on her male opponents. She assured me that she likes
men, and likes competing against men. 

I told her my reason for competing against women was to see for myself if
any women really do have the strength and skill to compete against and beat
a man in a fighting sport. Not one of these 50 year old bald headed men
that sit behind a desk and push pencils all day, but a man that works a
physical job, or takes time to keep himself in shape. She told me she would
prove to me women like this do exist.

We finished our drinks, and I went to the desk and checked in. When the
clerk commented that he hoped my wife and I enjoyed our stay, I told him
unfortunately I could only hope I was married to this woman. Following her
up the stairs to the room was total enjoyment. Watching her hips sway side
to side, smelling that perfume, seeing the muscles in her calves as she
walked up the stairs. I could not wait to get my hands on her.

She changed her clothes first. She had worn a pink bathing suit under her
dress, so changing clothes was only a matter of dropping that dress down to
the ground. She was firm, without an ounce of fat on her. Here I am getting
ready to wrestle her when I should be getting ready to fuck her. Needless
to say, the head on my shoulders was having plenty of trouble convincing my
thinking head that we were going to wrestle and not fuck.

I had my wrestling singlet stuffed in a bag, and went into the bathroom to
change. Have you ever tried to pull on a wrestling singlet when you have a
stiff dick? You can get it on, but there is no place for that dick to hide,
and no good way to explain that lump in your singlet. Fortunately, cold
water on a wash cloth still works to lower those expectations, and that is
what I did. No doubt she was wondering what the delay was, but she did not
ask, fortunately.

The room was plenty big, and we moved a desk and chairs and placed them on
the bed. As she closed the curtains, I turned the air conditioner to high.
We both did a bit of stretching, wished the other good luck, and stepped
back a couple of steps. Now the circling began.

We were about five feet from each other, and slowly circled. She made the
first move, lunging at me and wrapped her arm around my head catching me in
a headlock. She bent me over at the waist, squeezing my head into her ribs,
occasionally jumping a few inches into the air and jerking on my head as
her feet hit the ground. As her feet hit, I would try to pull my head free,
but she was too strong. She had very strong hands and arms. After a few
jumps, she threw her hip into mine and pulled me to the ground. I rolled
over, but she kept the headlock on. I was able to get my hand under her
chin and force her head back, but she would not let go of the headlock. She
worked her body around so that her ribs were flush against my throat, and
she squeezed my head as she cut off most of my breathing. I fought this for
about ten minutes, then tapped out. Why suffer? She was leading 1-0.

Our rules allowed for a five minute break in between falls, and we both
welcomed the rest. She leaned over the air conditioner, and I got a glass
of water. We both rested up for round two.

She tried to do the same thing in the next round, starting with the slow
circle. Nothing doing from me. I raised my left hand above my head, and
spread my fingers. A smile crept across her lips, and she said she was an
avid rock climber, and I was making a mistake. She then put up her hand,
and our fingers interlocked. She then raised her other hand, and we locked
them together. We both slowly increased the pressure, keeping our hands
above our heads, and trying to force the other to their knees. Neither of
us gave an inch. Finally we stepped into each other banging bodies, but
neither of us eased up. She then pulled her left hand free and wrapped her
arm around my neck, but I held tight to her right hand. I wrapped my right
arm around her neck, and we both struggled to get our legs in front of the
other to get an advantage. She finally pulled her right hand free, and
again got me in a headlock. No jumping this time, just a hard flip to the
ground, and a lot of pressure from her headlock. I was able to roll a bit,
but not enough to roll out of this hold. Instead of having my head trapped
between her bicep and ribs, she now had her forearm under my chin, and was
able to put on tremendous pressure. I tapped again, and she now led 2-0.

Another glass of water, and no recurring problems with my thinking head. I
must have been too tired to get it up, because it was not moving. I was
sweating profusely and tired as hell, and this was only the second fall.
This woman was definitely big, strong, and skilled, and was really enjoying
herself. This five minute break seemed like five seconds. I was not looking
forward to round three.

Round three came anyway, and she was anxious to start. She could see I was
tired, and this Black Widow wanted the kill. Back to the circling. She was
trying to get an angle, I was trying to get more rest. Suddenly she was on
me, in a flash. She was very quick on her feet. This time we locked up
chest to chest, and engaged in a bearhug. This time I was keeping up with
her, matching her strength, making some headway. I shifted my feet and
threw her to the floor. Landing on top of her, I locked my arms behind her
neck, and pulled her head into my chest. She knew enough to bring her
forehead forward into my chest, negating the full impact of this hold. This
woman knew how to fight. She got her feet underneath her, and attempted to
throw me off, but I held firm. She tried again, and this time my body
shifted a little and she tried to roll out. I got her in a half nelson,
then a full nelson, and forced her head into the carpet. Not only was she
strong, but very determined. She would not give in for almost ten minutes,
and I put some pretty intense pressure on the hold. I felt the tide was
turning to my favor.

More water for me, and now some water for her. We stood side by side
drinking that water, sweat running down our faces and necks. Her cheeks
were rosy red, and her blue eyes were burning. She looked so good, and not
so confident. I was gaining on her, and wanted to come out fast the next
fall.

Round four was going to be my round. She raised her hand, and as I raised
mine, she lowered her shoulder and tackled me. We fell to the floor, and
she drove her shoulder into my ribs, forcing the air from my lungs. Another
headlock, and with more force than before. As I was getting ready to tap,
she released the headlock, grabbed my left wrist, put one of her feet in my
armpit, the other into my neck, and pulled. She was not pulling hard enough
to make me submit, but hard enough to hurt me. She forced her toes into my
armpit and would sometimes run her other foot over my face. I was not
getting hurt, but could see no way to get out of this hold, and tapped out.
She laughed as she let go, and this pissed me off. The time had come to
play a bit more rough.

Problem was, I was too tired to play rough, or even get a drink. I spent
the next five minutes wondering how a woman looking this good could beat me so
easily. She was too strong and too quick. She was sweating as much as I
was, but not breathing hard at all. She offered to bring me a glass of
water, but I refused. I barely had the strength to tell her no thanks. 

Time to start round five. I stood there as she approached, breathing deep,
trying to get some strength and mount a charge. As she got close I charged
and was able to get her in a headlock. She fought hard to break the hold,
and we crashed into the wall and the bed as she tried to throw me off of
her. Finally I threw her to the floor, and put the big squeeze on her. I
loved having this advantage, and made the most of it. I squeezed and
twisted, and she grunted from the pressure. She kicked and twisted, but had
no success. She would not give though, and I had to work her around until I
got my forearm under her jaw. Finally she tapped. Now I trailed 3-2, but
doubted I had the strength to win. She was still going strong, and walked
around the room waiting to start the next fall.

Round six started off with a bang. We jumped into each other, both going for
a headlock. Neither of us getting one, we separated and started to circle.
I dove forward a locked my arms around her waist, but was unable to get any
leverage. She backed her feet away, wrapped her arms around my chest, and
forced me to the floor. Both of us were getting carpet burns as we
struggled for an advantage. She finally forced me over to my side and
locked her legs around my head for a scissors. I never dreamed that having
my head between her legs would hurt so bad, but it did. I tapped out. She
got up and raised her hand in victory. I finally got up and paid her the
fee. She thanked me, undressed herself as I laid on the floor, threw her
bathing suit on my face, and went into the shower.

When I heard the shower quit running, I figured this would be the end of
her. She came out of the shower, still naked, and told me she wanted a
victory lap. I had no idea what the hell she was talking about, and asked
her to explain. She walked over, sat down on my chest, wiped the sweat from
my eyes, and stuck her pussy in my face. She had her knees on both sides of
my head, and the pubes were rubbing my chin. She rubbed her pussy back and
forth across my chest, and fanned the cool air down towards me. It felt
like 100 degrees in that room with her sitting on me, but I did not want
her to get off. She gently raised herself away from my chest, and placed
her pussy over my mouth.

I do not fancy myself as being a cocksman, and most women better understand
the art of sex than men. She told me to do as she said, and we would both
enjoy this ride. I was more than happy to oblige her. Her pussy was hot and
moist, like a muffin just baked, and smelled so sweet. She told me to stick
my tongue out as far as I could. She then rubbed her pussy over my tongue
and my nose. Slowly and carefully she rubbed her pussy over my face. She
held my head and rubbed my temples, and while she usually went over my
entire face, she sometimes only rubbed her pussy on my tongue, or on my
nose. This felt so good. This went on for 15 or 20 minutes, then she
shifted her body and sat on my neck, repeating the same sequence. She
slowly rubbed her pussy on my neck and upper chest. Only a couple minutes
of this, then she moved her sweet ass down my body to my stomach.

Not only could this woman fight, she could "raise" a dead man. When she
started, I was totally exhausted. Now, I was ready to fuck the WNBA. She
continued to slowly rub her pussy over my stomach, stopping before her
pussy hit my cock. Damn her. I wanted to sink my dick into her ass in the
worst way. I had not been this excited for years.

Now, with her pussy rubbing over my stomach, she bent over and licked my
chin, nose, neck, and forehead. Any place where her pussy had touched, she
licked. Again, her actions were slow and deliberate. She knew what she was
doing, and did it real good. My thinking head was now begging for a shot at
her pussy.

After a few minutes of the facial, she slid her pussy over my cock, and
that was all the contact needed to blow the cork. What the fuck? I have
this woman doing things to me I have only read about, and like a 13 year
old, blow my top after only brushing that fine pussy. Fucking embarrassing.
I felt like pulling the damned thing off.

She told me not to worry. Go in and take a shower. I'll get us something to
eat and drink, and we will go another couple of rounds. All I could think
about while taking that shower is that she would not come back, and I
missed out on a great fuck. I ran the water fairly cold, and used a lot of
soap trying to wash the embarrassment away. When I finished showering I did
not bother getting dressed. I wanted to be ready for the next round.

Back she came with a bag of Chinese food and a six pack of Dr. Pepper, and a
jar of cherries. This gal was pretty cool. Now it was my turn to do a move.
I asked her to lie down on the bed. I sprinkled some of the Chinese food on
her chest and stomach. She did not have very big breasts, but they were
firm, and went well with the Chinese. Down to her stomach I went. Some of
the rice fell into her navel, and eating that out of there was a real
pleasure. Now for dessert. I put some of those cherries into her sweet
pussy and ate them from her "bowl". Sure made eating out a real treat.

I then told her thanks for dinner, but I had no appetite. I wanted to fuck,
and fuck we did. This woman was in control, with me on top or on the
bottom. She controlled the tempo. All a woman has to do is get it wet, we
have to keep it hard, and when a woman knows how to fuck, keeping it hard
can be a burden. My thinking head kept blowing the cork, but she was
patient, and I persistent.

She had a nice, firm pussy, hotter than fire, made for my cock. She had me
on top, wrapped her legs around my waist, wrapped her arms around my back,
would bite me on the chin, and fuck me so hard I cried. She wanted on top,
so I bridged like a wrestler trying to escape, and she gave me a ride like
I was a mechanical bull. Our last fuck had facing away from me and standing
on her head with her arms wrapped around my legs. This is unbelievable.

This woman could fight and fuck, the total package. All of this for $400.00
had to be the sale of the century. She finally said she had to go, but
before she left I kissed her lips, upper and lower, and both cheeks of her
lovely ass. She promised me we would meet again, and I can only hope she
was telling the truth. Next time I will be better prepared. Does anybody
know of any good dick exercises?