Egyptian Womens' Wrestling 
By Soxs


In ancient Rome, there once was an emperor who grew bored with the 
gladiators,who at the time were all men,and instituted some variations 
to the specticles held in the arena. True,they were brutal contests,but 
remember the era,they nailed people to crosses back then and hardly 
blinked an eye. Well,this particular emperor ordered new and different 
opponents to be pitted against each other in death matches and sometimes 
non-death matchs. Women against women, women against male dwarfs,and so 
on. They called him a lunatic,they called him insane,I call him way 
ahead of his time.  Seen the TV. pay-per-views lately? Tables smashing 
over heads,women fighting with each other and male wrestlers,and so on. 
Now I don't go for death matches...but the ideas this guy came up with 
are WWF-WCW-ECW material. Why should Rome have all the fun? Sit back and 
relax as I now take you to Ancient Egypt on a bright sunny 
afternoon....10BC. 

The crowd filed into the large stadium,snacks in hand and in good 
spirits. Once a week they were treated to athletic competitions and this 
week they were there to view a series of wrestling matches. These 
matches never ended in death, just defeat,but they were more like street 
fights than wrestling. The only rule was that you were not permitted to 
kill your opponent.Mauling,biting,kicking,scratching,punching,you get 
the idea...were okay. The first six matches were all men vs. men and the 
crowd cheered their approval after each one. Number seven was alittle 
out of the ordinary as it pitted two rather buxome women against each 
other. Both were built like goddesses,tall and lean. Each had light 
brown hair that was pulled back into a rigid,braided ponytail. The 
stadium management pondered about what they should wear for their 
fight,after all,this was to be the first ever,female match in Egypt. 
After much consideration,it was agreed that they would wear sarongs of 
virgin white,and sandals that were made especially for wrestling. The 
sandals were brown calf's skin,flat soled,and they laced around each 
wrestlers' legs,up to their knees. They entered from opposite ends of 
the sand filled stadium to the thunderous roars of the crowd. Each 
wrestler was adorned in make-up and had flowers in their hair. They 
stood stationary at opposite ends of the sandy floor as the stadium 
announcer introduced them to the raucous audience. A referee was also 
present,and stood at center floor with the announcer. Seconds stood with 
the women and removed the flowers from their hair before the fight. All 
but the two wrestlers and the referee exited the floor as the crowd 
waited for the start of this peculiar fight. The referee,it should be 
noted,was male. He peered across the stadium at both wrestlers and 
motioned them to begin. The women began the long trek across the large 
rectangular floor to each other. Their sarongs, which came to just below 
their knees,fluttered in the gentle breeze as their sandals moved 
through the sand. The referee stood to one side as the women met at 
center floor. They circled each other,hands outstretched and ready to 
go. The two wrestlers touched hands and interlocked their fingers,coming 
to grips in a test of strength. They moved in close and raised their 
hands up over their heads,glaring into each others' eyes. The two 
beautiful women strained against each other and struggled in this hand 
lock,attempting to force their opponent's hand back. Iris pushed against 
her foe and brought their breasts together,their faces,cheek to cheek. 
Aloe held firm and battled her opponent to a point where they were 
forced to bring their arms downward and to their sides,still locked at 
the fingers. Toe to toe,they stood motionless in the sand as the crowd 
bellowed for them to kick each other. Cleo took the hint and sent her 
sandal directly into Iris' shin. Iris cried out and returned the favor 
with equal force. The two wrestlers then began a tortorous kicking 
ballet while still locked together at the fingers. Red welts began to 
cover their legs as the two battled on in this fashion,kicking in 
turns,and returning kick for kick. It appeared that Aloe was attempting 
to break free of the finger interlock,but Iris held her tight. They 
began struggling about in a small area,the foot prints showing their 
path of combat in the sand. Aloe hauled off with a vicious kick to Iris' 
knee,causing the woman to release her hold and stagger back a few steps. 
She limped around as Aloe stalked her through the sand. Unable to 
flee,Iris stopped dead in her tracks and let Aloe catch up to her. When 
she did,they began to fight in a hair pulling frenzy. Now since their 
hair was pulled back tightly and they had rigid pony tails,they grabbed 
two handfuls of braids and fought at close quarters, moving towards the 
wall of the stadium. Aloe got Iris against the wall and began to ram her 
head into the wooden barrier. Iris cried out in great pain as her head 
met the hard wood,time after time. In a quick effort to get free,she 
kneed her opponent in the groin,and Aloe fell to the floor. 
Iris,exploded in a string of profanity as she pulled the felled Aloe to 
her feet and began slamming her head into the same wall! The crowd sat 
stunned as the two women battered each other in violent rage. As she 
suffered with the wall,Aloe managed to get her fingers onto Iris' cheeks 
and mauled the woman in terrible fashion. Both shreiked as they fought 
this terrible exibition before this large crowd. The women began kneeing 
each other with great force but neither would go down. They staggered 
away from the wall and now both mauled each other about their faces. As 
they stood locked in horrendous combat,the women got to their 
toes,trying for a height advantage in the struggle. Still deadlocked,the 
referee stood by and watched the action but did nothing. Aloe shifted 
her weight to one side and pulled Iris in close. A well placed leg 
behind her opponent's caused the other woman to go flying through the 
sultry air and down to the sand. Aloe stood by and waited,motioning to 
the referee for a surrender from Iris. He asked the fallen woman who 
shook her head no and slowly got to her feet. They closed once more and 
collided into a furious fist fight. Each woman strode into the other and 
made no attempt to cover up in any way. On and on they fought across and 
around the stadium. Vicious blows cracked into their jaws and 
faces,thudded into their lucious bodies,thwacked into their breasts,but 
still they swung away at each other with a lustful obsession with 
beating each other to a pulp. In one swift motion, Aloe braced herself 
on her right foot,and launched herself into Iris,tackling her to the 
ground. The two women began to roll in the sand,fighting with everything 
they could use. Teeth,nails,fists,elbows,knees,feet,everything! After a 
passionate struggle the women settled down motionless in a double 
embrace,leg tangle. They layed there in the sand,on their sides,and 
squeezed and strained in one mass of tortured females. Blood covered 
them,red welts and bruises glowed bright in the glaring sun. The referee 
stood next to them and urged them to decide a winner. They stayed locked 
together and refused to quit the fight. The crowd fell silent and 
watched mezmorized as the two women layed and fought in a motionless 
show. They gasped and cried but stayed there. As the match looked as if 
it would never end, Iris screamed out horridly and shreiked out her 
surrender. When the entangled women rolled apart,the cause was seen. Her 
right shoulder showed bleeding teeth marks. The women struggled to their 
feet and stood by the referee who raised Aloe's hand in victory. The 
threesome moved off the floor and the crowd cheered loudly and went 
home.