Connie's Re-match
by supreme
A 50 yr old female fitness fanatic gets a return match against a much younger male bodybuilder and wrestler.

My beautiful, raven haired wife, Connie, all 5' 10" and 208 pounds of her, was about to step out on the wrestling mat to challenge the Southern California Men's Heavyweight Bodybuilding Champion,  a man over 20 years her junior,  to a grueling, submissions only match. The tension was thick around the small ring as the wealthy spectators watched the two bikini-clad gladiators stretch and limber up their massively muscled, heavily oiled bodies for the contest.  All this may sound incredible, but Connie is an incredible woman, bulging with muscles,  skilled in boxing, wrestling and other martial arts - a true physical specimen.  And this was not her first confrontation with Matt Long, the powerful nationally ranked male bodybuilder and wrestler.  They had met before, in a brutal bare-knuckles boxing match. I told the story of that encounter several years ago to Competitive Enterprises,  and it was published in their newsletter.  For those who have not read it, I will briefly recount its background, and what happened.

My name is John Skinner.  I married Connie 17 years ago, when I was 55  and she was 33. Today she still looks like she is in her mid-thirties, simply gorgeous.  She is my "trophy wife," my reward to myself for having a successful career in a major law firm for many years.  Herself an up-and-coming  young lawyer,  she nevertheless wanted the protection, support,  and indulgence of an affluent older man so she could focus on her real interests, which at that time were aerobics and the so-called "extreme sports."  Things like hang-gliding, ultra-marathons, triathalons.  Like most trophy wives, she is high-maintenance, but I don't mind.  Always dressed in the latest, chic mini-skirt, heels and revealing blouse,  or some other provocative, ultra-expensive outfit,  she is the center of attention at any business or social gathering.  Her beauty, style, and presence undoubtedly helped me make senior partner in my firm,  so she has been well worth what she costs me in clothes, cars, jewelry, and expensive vacations.

About 10 years ago Connie became a devotee of the martial arts.  She was especially excited about boxing and wrestling, and spent many long hours at her exclusive sports club, honing her skills in these disciplines.  Connie has always been aggressive and fearless, and I heard through the grapevine she had had several physically punishing encounters with her male trainers at the club. A number of times she returned home, late in the evening, with bruises and cuts on her face.  Once she had her nose broken, but assured me, with a wicked, sexy smile, that she had broken her opponent's jaw!   I didn't believe her, because I knew that she(at the time 170 pounds) had been scheduled to fight the club's head male kickboxing instructor, a six-footer who weighed around 200.  Sure enough, a friend from the club told me the next day Connie had put the guy in the hospital!   She was always seeking more and better competition, and seriously considered becoming a pro kick-boxer, wanting to be the first woman to compete on the men's circuit.   I bought her a $75,000 black Porsche Targa convertible as a bribe,  hoping to persuade her to give up her idea.  To my relief, she agreed, albeit reluctantly.

But she still yearned for physical competition against men, and when we were invited to Hermann Randolph's house  for his
80th birthday two years ago, we both thought she would get another opportunity to "show her stuff" against males.  Hermann is  a dedicated aficiondo of all forms of female fighting,  especially female versus male matches.  A widower and retired billionaire who founded several hi-tech firms in Silicon Valley in the '70's,  he is the owner of the sports club where Connie has trained for  years. I did legal work for him many times and we developed a friendship that included Connie,  for whom Hermann developed a tremendous admiration.  We knew he wanted to see Connie in action against a male opponent,  so on this occasion we hired a young male college wrestler, about Connie's size,  to face her on the mat in Hermann's private gym, which forms a wing of his large mansion.  But as soon as we made our announcement to the crowd of well-dressed guests, Hermann took the young man aside, paid him some money, and sent him on his way.  He had another opponent in mind for my wife.  When he brought him in,  everyone gasped.  He was a powerfully muscled, darkly tanned adonis of a man, around 27 or 28, clad only in a pair of tight boxing shorts.  Obviously weighing well over 200 pounds, he was just under six feet.  Hermann introduced him only as "Matt,  who fights on the underground circuit."  He had agreed to pay him $25,000 if he could defeat Connie in a bare-knuckles, no time limit boxing match. The man was very handsome, but had a cruel sneer on his face as he announced, "OK, lady, let's get ready to rumble!"  I was appalled, thinking this monster could probably kill Connie with his fists, but she was thrilled!  As I said, she is absolutely fearless.  She promptly stripped down, electing to box bare-breasted,  in her black micro-skirt.  They decided to fight in Hermann's living room, surrounded by his guests.  They were both spectacular looking as they stood there, eyeing each other. Connie simply drips with sex when she is in a short skirt, and combined with her cantelope sized, teardrop shaped breasts, firm and jiggling ever so lightly as she rolled her toned shoulders and shadow boxed, she cast an erotic spell on all the men present. It was clear the women felt the same about her male opponent, with his greek-god like physique.

I will not give you a blow by blow account of the fight, except to say that the muscleman was shocked several times by the speed and power of my wife's punches.  Although she was unable to knock him down, she rattled him more than once,  stinging him with hooks and jabs when he tried to work in close. It was fast and furious as they stood toe to toe, covered with sweat, battling it out. In frustration he grabbed her in a bear-hug, but she forced him to release her by viciously rabbit-punching his ears.  Soon after,  the fight ended, by mutual agreement,  in a draw.  Matt, with blood streaming from his battered nose,  claimed that the amount of money he'd been promised was not enough to cover the damage Connie could inflict.  For her part, Connie, although excited(including sexually) by the fierce fight,  realized that she, for once,  had bitten off more than she could chew. She was covered with small cuts and bruises.  If the fight went on it was only a matter of time before the big bruiser knocked her out with a single, savage punch.

Afterwards, she couldn't get the fight out of her mind.  "I want a rematch, John," she exclaimed as we drove home, " I know I can take that guy! But first, I'm going to bulk up!"

Connie threw herself into a bodybuilding program at the club. She soon had the other members talking as she gradually put on weight, mass, and muscle over the succeeding months, finally topping out at around 210 pounds after almost two years of
fanatical effort.  In the meantime we had seen the mysterious Matt again.  Trudy had insisted we attend the Southern California
State Bodybuilding Championships(we live in San Diego)because she was thinking about competing in that sport.  As we watched the men's heavyweight finals, who should walk out on stage as the winner but my wife's boxing nemesis!  I could tell Connie, along with all the other women in the audience, was practically swooning as he arrogantly strutted through his posing routine, but then, he was a true bronzed muscle-god, chiseled, ripped, and buffed in a tiny black bikini.  Seeing him again made her more determined than ever to challenge him to a re-match.  When we learned that his favorite martial art was wrestling, Connie was delighted. "That's what I'll beat him at: his favorite sport!" she announced.

She called Hermann soon after, asking him to set up another match, but our friend was unenthusiastic.  "Look, Connie," he
explained, "since I hired him to fight you I found out he is dangerous.  He crippled a couple of guys on the underground fight circuit. And he has been in trouble with the law for beating up girlfriends.  I never would have allowed you to box him if I had known that.  Besides, he told me he wanted $100,000 for any more fights I set up."

But once my wife has her mind set on something, she's unstoppable.  "Look yourself, Herm; I know I can take this turkey. And I want him in wrestling, my best sport.  Besides, he sounds like a male chauvinist pig who needs his ass kicked, by a woman!" She finally cajoled him into setting up the match, and guaranteeing a $100,000 purse to the winner, which she promised would be her.  "There's this diamond at Tiffany's," she giggled over the phone, "that I can't get hubby to buy for me.  After the match, I'll get it myself!"

The night of the match finally arrived.  Connie told me to go early to Hermann's; she would arrive later.  The 100 or so guests were wealthy, well-dressed, attractive people.  Many were movers and shakers, including the mayor and his wife, a U.S. congresswoman and at least two major Hollywood stars.  All were excited about the unprecedented confrontation about to take place between a mature, 50yr old female fitness fanatic and a male wrestler young enough to be her son.  We milled about and chatted in Hermann's small gym, sipping wine and eating canapes provided by our ultra-wealthy host.  A standard, pro-style wrestling ring had been set up, complete with ropes and turnbuckles,  and surrounded with folding chairs.

A hush descended on the crowd when Hermann announced the arrival of Matt Long and asked us to take our seats. As the handsome,  well-oiled muscle-hunk strode down the aisle - a confident sneer on his lips - and bounded up into the ring, the crowd stared in shock.  Naked except for a tiny black lycra posing bikini, he also sported a giant, 18" solid gold dildo, strapped around his waist!  The brightly shining monster was perfectly cast in the shape of a huge, circumsized penis*, curving upwards, fully engorged, and ready to ejaculate.  It surely weighed over 20 pounds!  It and its wearer exuded a incredibly powerful aura of virility and machismo that everyone in the audience,  especially the women, could feel.  Michelle
Williams, a beautiful blonde in a short slit dress(the 24 yr old trophy wife of the area's top heart surgeon, a gentleman my age),  leaned over to me and explained. The the gold penis symbolized Long's undefeated reign as the California champion in underground, "extreme" fighting.  Michelle, a big fan of blood sports - she freely admits they arouse her sexually - also warned me that Long had stripped and sodomized several of his opponents with the giant dildo, after they submitted to him, as the spectators watched and cheered.  But it was too late for me to talk my wife out of the match;  I knew she would never back down.

Hermann announced her as she walked into the gym and made her way to the ring.  I bet every man there got an instant erection when they saw her.  Beautifully tanned, her massive muscles rippling and shimmering as she walked, every eye was on her, now.  Wearing the skimpiest red lycra bikini I have ever seen(complemented by her red-lacquered toe and finger nails), Connie was topless, her proud breasts hanging at what can only be described as the most erotic angle possible, bouncing just a little as she walked confidently on black heels. She was wearing her most expensive jewelry, a white diamond choker, arm and ankle bracelets and earrings as well as a brand new gold stud in her navel.  Her dark, lustrous hair, cut in a $1,000 designer haircut, had been freshly done.  She smiled and waved at everyone as she climbed into the ring.  As I looked behind her I was in for a surprise.  Connie was "attended" by a handsome young black bodybuilder in a bikini the same shade of red as hers!  I recognized him as Darius, the Elysium Sports Club's(where Connie trained) top bodybuilding instructor.  Several of the women in the audience whistled and called out to him as he pulled the ropes apart for Connie to step into the ring. Both Connie and Darius gleamed with oil and I quickly visualized the very well-hung(if the enormous bulge outlined by his tight bikini was any indication)  black muscle-stud and my pretty,  buxom wife, oiling each other up in their suggestive, skimpy suits. At this point, I should acknowledge that Connie and I have seperate bedrooms, and although we have great sex together(or, to be more accurate, I have great sex with her), she has told me more than once that she is very independent, has a circle of friends I don't know, and that I should never ask too many questions.  She also insists on taking at least two vacations a year by herself, or with her girlfriends.  I have my suspicions, of course, but she gives me so much pleasure I don't waste time dwelling on them.

Connie flexed for the aroused crowd,  exploding her biceps to an awesome 19" and making her thick trapezious muscles flare and harden like the hood of a cobra.  You could have bounced sledgehammers off her armor-plated abs. Her thighs were huge, dark and deadly looking, curving down from the tiny V of her bikini. She looked something like a cross between the FBB's Ursula Teply and Christine Envall, though more massive than the former and more muscular than the latter. Indeed,  Connie was fully as big and chiselled as the massive male wrestler. Even he was impressed.  "Damn, bitch; you got big!" he exclaimed. "Do I scare you?" my wife teased.  "Fuck NO,  bitch!"  Long sensuously stroked the gold penis with his fingers, "I'm gonna ram this thing up your ass in about 5 minutes!"  Connie just smiled sweetly and let Darius first remove her jewelry and pumps, and then give her a brief back and shoulder massage to limber up for the match. Beginning from behind, he moved around to her front and she placed her hands on his hips as he continued kneading her broad, thick shoulders and trapezious muscles, the erotic snake-bulge in his bikini brushing lightly against Connie's labia, clearly outlined by the taut thin fabric of her own bikini. They appeared to be having a  private,  affectionate conversation, punctuated with laughter,  as he worked. She did give me a smile, wink and wave, though, in the midst of their tet a' tet. When he left the ring with her accoutrements she playfully cupped a hand around his buns, tightly outlined by his posing brief, and he gave her a light,  "good luck" kiss.  Michelle, who was also an Elysium aerobics instructor,  patted me on the knee and whispered, "Don't be jealous, hon; Darius performs those services for all us girls at the club!"  Somehow, I was not totally reassured.

Hermann had hired another Elysium Club trainer as referee. After Long strapped the giant dildo on top of his corner ringpost, he called the two fighters to the center of the ring and gave instructions.  The rules were rugged.  No time limit.  No limit on falls, which could be gained by K.O., pin, or submission.  The match would continue until one wrestler completely submitted to the other or could not be revived for the next fall.

The tension was now almost unbearable as we waited for the match to begin.  Just the idea of a heavily muscled female wrestler, clad only in a teeny bikini, challenging one of the premier male bodybuilders and wrestlers - himself wearing only a tiny lycra posing brief -  to a submissions only fight was charged with eroticism.  Yet here they were, my lovely wife and the California men's heavyweight bodybuilding champ, their magnificent bodies gleaming with oil and rippling with sensual power,  getting ready to match muscles and grappling skill!

Before the two wrestlers returned to their corners for the bell, Long smiled and stuck out his big paw, offering to shake.  When Connie held out her hand, he seized it with both of his and violently flung her all the way across the ring!  She smashed into the ringpost with her chin and bounced off,  landing flat on her back.  Despite the boos of the crowd, Hermann reluctantly ordered the bell to be rung,  starting  the match.  Long didn't waste a second.  Three times he dropped down on the prostrate female like an avalanche,  delivering  stunning elbow smashes to her sternum.  Connie was out cold.  Realizing this,  the big male paraded around the mat,  flexing for the aroused women, as the ref counted her out and the boos continued.  "This ain't gonna take long!" he boasted, as the bell rang, and the ref raised his arm.  Darius came out to revive Connie with smelling salts and carry her back to her corner.

I was sure she would have to concede the match but, as usual, Connie surprised me.  When the bell rang for the 2nd fall she was standing, if a little unsteadily, and slowly made her way out into the ring.  Long was waiting for her, pointing and curling his finger at her, demanding she meet him in the middle of the mat.  She boldly locked up with him in a collar and elbow hold and for several minutes the two sweating gladiators grunted as they pushed and shoved each other, trying to gain advantage.  I could tell Long was startled at my wife's rapid recovery as well as her strength: she wasn't giving an inch.  Suddenly he brought his right leg in from the side in a Russian leg-sweep.  Connie crashed to the canvas and Long was on her,  tying her up in a combination body-scissors and arm bar.  Exerting brutal pressure, he threatened, "I'll rip your fuckin' arm off, bitch!! Submit!!"
But Connie, though groaning in pain, managed to hang on and refused, "You'll have to do better than that, tough guy!!"  Her brave reply only infuriated Long.  He cinched in his hold even tighter, pouring all his strength into it for almost 10 minutes.  Realizing he was tiring and Connie would not submit, he broke the hold, pulled her to her feet, and again flung her violently into a ringpost, following up with knee-smash after knee-smash into her solar plexus.  Connie looked pale with pain; she was gripping the ropes, her teeth gritted, trying to endure this terrible punishment.  I considered ordering Darius to throw in the towel, but knew she would never forgive me.  Picking her up, Long bodyslammed the lady wrestler and went for a pin, not bothering to hook her leg.  The ref counted, "one...two," but then Connie kicked out, hooked her legs around Long's neck and caught him in a neckscissors!  The crowd came alive at this stunning reversal!  Long was dumbfounded; we could hear him exclaim, "What the fuck!!??" as her python like legs dragged him down to the mat.  He thrashed violently as Connie, still weak from the punishment he had inflicted,  tried to tighten her hold, her beautiful bronzed legs bulging with effort.  Long reached over and got in one good belly punch before Connie grabbed his arm.  For a moment, it looked like she had him, but Long was smart enough to know they were close to the ropes and managed to get his leg across one.  The ref ordered Connie to release her hold.  As the wrestlers got to their feet, Long swung out again with his leg, catching Connie under her chin.  He was furious! She had embarrassed him with her neck scissors!  Michelle said that was the first time she had seen any opponent get the macho-man in a hold.  Long tried to stomp Connie into a pulp as she lay crumpled on the mat.  Dragging her by the leg away from the ropes, he again elbow-smashed her in the chest as she lay flat on the mat.  Then he went for another pin, this time hooking her leg far up into the air.  The ref counted, "1 - 2 - 3 !" The bell rang and he announced, "The winner of the 2nd fall, by pin, in 18 minutes:  Matt Long!"   Michelle leaned over again and whispered, "Damn,  Long looks tired; I don't think anyone has lasted this long against him before!"  It was true.  Long was bathed in sweat, huffing and puffing, trying to catch his breath, as the ref raised his arm.  When Connie got up she smiled at me, winked, and gave a thumbs-up sign, looking remarkably fresh.   She was OK!

When the wrestlers came out for the third fall Long was moving noticeably slower, still breathing heavily.  Connie laughed and taunted him, "Whazzamatter big guy?  Getting tired?"  Long snarled and rushed at her.  But as he got close the big amazon dropped down into a perfect handstand, opened her massive legs into a V,  then slammed them together around Long's neck!  The crowd went wild!   At first the muscleman was able to stay on his feet, staggering around the ring, trying desperately to open Connie's scissors with his brawny arms.  But she was too strong and heavy!  After a minute, she dragged him down to the mat, grabbed one of his arms and cinched in her scissors.  Long's face was jammed against the tiny red V of my wife's bikini,  but we could still see his look of absolute disbelief..  He kicked and squirmed violently, but this time couldn't break free!  The spectators were screaming at the top of their lungs. For the first time in his career, Long was in trouble!  No one had ever seen anything like this before!

Long's face was turning beet red from my powerful wife's vice-like grip around his neck.  His one free arm tugged fruitlessly against her tanned, bulging thighs.  Connie's muscular belly was rippling like a snake's as she poured on the pressure.  She could feel his resistance start to weaken.  "Aw, are my legs too much for you, tough guy?" she teased.  "Hey, can't put you to sleep yet; I need to work up a good sweat!"  Releasing her neck scissors, Connie jumped on the dazed male gladiator's back.  After elbow smashing his neck several times, she wrapped her rock crusher legs around his waist and snaked her arms under his shoulders and around the back of his neck, locking her fingers together in a punishing full-nelson.  "It's SQUEEZE time!!" she shouted in his ear, before looking at the audience with a wicked smile.  Her entire massive body suddenly bulged!  Long screamed!  "My god, I can't believe it," Michelle exclaimed, "I've never heard him make any sound during a match except to laugh and sneer at his beaten opponent!  This is great!!"  Michelle, and a number of other women, were getting turned on by the spectacle. Some were sweating; others were gasping; a few were actually touching themselves in their excitement, their mouths forming little sensuous "O's" as they panted in arousal.

For almost 10 minutes, stronglady Connie tortured Long with her combination body scissors/full nelson.  He tried repeatedly to crawl towards the ropes, reaching his arm out beseechingly, trying to touch them.  But Connie was too strong and the ropes  too far.  She squeezed a little harder each time, and the once cocky muscleman would collapse back down on the mat.  When she had weakened him enough she again released her hold, and pulled the groggy Long to his feet.  Grabbing his forearm with both of hers', she slammed him back-first into the turnbuckle, paying him back for the first fall.  As he bounced out into the ring,  Connie clotheslined him in the neck. He went down like a ton of bricks.  He was barely conscious now.  She was destroying him before our amazed eyes.  For the next 5 minutes Connie kept up her merciless demolition of the now helpless Long, putting on a wrestling clinic with him as her "demonstrator."  At one point, she pulled him to the middle of the mat, wrapped him in a bearhug, and executed three perfect belly-to-belly suplexes in a row. Then she jerked him to his feet, wrapped her thick, powerful arms around his head and violently dragged him all over the ring in a bulldog hold, trying to tear his head off.  Forcing him down to the mat with raw muscle power,  she landed on top and continued her bulldog.  He tried to push her chin up with his hands, but her massive, flaring,  neck and trapezious muscles were immovable.  Totally desperate, he grabbed her breast,  but she quickly made him let go by wildly squeezing and twisting his head and neck with her big, oiled, forearms.. The audience was in awe of the older musclewoman as she physically overpowered the young male bodybuilder.  I don't  know the names of some of the holds she put him in, but they all looked horribly painful, and I've never heard a grown man scream so much in my life.  Long was totally out of it, his head and eyes rolling, his jaw slack, his tongue hanging out in complete exhaustion.  Connie picked him up one last time and bodyslammed him to the mat.  She crashed onto his chest, hooked his muscled leg with one arm,  and pinned him flat!  The ref - and the entire audience - counted to three.  We all went wild once more, cheering the victorious 50yr old musclewoman as she raised her arm and flexed her giant biceps for her new fans.

 Long was barely stirring.  Head down, trying to crawl towards his corner, he collapsed and had to be helped by the ref. Even after allowing him 5 minutes to recover, he could barely stand.  The crowd was amazed by the change in his appearance.  He looked like he had been run over by a Mack truck.  His black bikini was shredded and his body was covered in cuts and bruises.  The ref asked, "Do you think you can continue?  If you're not ready I have to declare Connie the winner."  Long stammered and whined uncertainly, "Huh? No!  I'm... re..ready...to fight her. The rules say... I have to...submit...and I haven't submitted."  Looking doubtful,  the ref agreed to let the match go on.

As the bell rang it was Connie who was standing in the middle of the ring,  tree-trunk legs spread apart,  beckoning the battered male wrestler, "Come on out, beefcake; I'm not done with you yet!"  Connie was laughing and smiling now, but kept a steely gaze locked on Long, who looked like a hunted animal. "You know I can outwrestle you, so I'll give you a break.  Remember our little boxing match two years ago?  Let's see whatcha got now!!"  Connie put her fists up.  She was challenging him to box!  Long cautiously edged forward and snarled, "I'm gonna kill you, bitch!" He swung hard once, twice, three times, but his punches were so slow and clumsy Connie easily ducked them.  Then she dropped her arms and stood motionless,  about two feet in front of the big man.  "All right you pussy,  try to hit me again!"  Long screamed in rage and tried a right cross, putting everything he had left into it.  Connie caught his punch in mid-throw with her right hand! Long tried a left cross, and she caught it with her left hand!  For a moment she held him there, then pushed him back, releasing his fists, and said, "OK,  quit fooling around and BOX!"  She exploded into action with a storm of  powerful punches. Lefts!  Rights!  Head shots! Body shots!  For every time he hit her, she pounded him at least 6 times, rocking him, knocking him back into the ropes.  He was trapped!  Connie's arms bulged with power.  No longer even trying to hit back, Long covered up, trying to ward off her blows, but she easily punched his arms aside. She blackened his eyes, split his lips and smashed his nose.  Soon his face was a complete ruin, a mask of blood and bruises. Long sagged back;  his useless arms, draped over the top rope, were the only things holding him up.  Connie hammered his ribs until his sides were purple.  Then, slowly, gracefully, she stepped back, stretched her massive right arm towards the floor, and brought it screaming up under Long's chin, snapping his head back with tremendous force. His body was lifted into the air, then bounced off the ropes as it came down,  crashing face first into the mat.  Connie had K.O.'d him!  The crowd again erupted into a frenzy.  Connie viciously grabbed a fistful of his hair and dragged him over to face the videocam which Hermann had set up to record the fight.  Straddling his back, she pulled him to his knees and slapped him awake, making him look directly into the camera.  Long was terrified!  I've never seen such a look of pure, crazed, fear on a man's face. Savagely jerking his hair back with one hand, she crooked a thick forearm around his jaw,  twisting his head and neck. Baring her teeth like a hungry tigress about to devour its prey,  she snarled, "Submit the match NOW or I'll BREAK your NECK, WIMP!!"  The muscleman's arms hung down lifelessly in front of him; his legs kicked pathetically behind him; tears were streaming down his face. "OK! OK! PLEASE, PLEASE STOP!!  I SUBMIT!! I SUBMIT!! I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE!  PLEASE STOP!! PLEASE!!"

The bell rang;  Connie dropped the beaten man to the canvas, and the ref raised her arm, announcing, "The winner of the match, by submission, in 41 minutes, and $100,000 in prize money,  Ms. Connie Skinner!"  The cheering was deafening as Connie made a "victory lap" inside the ring, waving and flexing.  She was radiant, her body gleaming with perspiration and oil, her muscles bulging  with sensual power.  Her big nipples were fully erect and I could tell from her flushed face she was on the verge of orgasm, as were a number of other females in the room, including Michelle and the congresswoman.  But instead of leaving the ring, she had one last surprise for me, and everyone else.

Long  lay in a fetal position near the ropes. Connie seized him again by the hair,  roughly pulled him up and draped his arms over the top rope, facing the audience.  Then she ripped off his black bikini.  Walking saucily, swaying her hips, over to the giant golden dildo Long had left hanging on his corner  ringpost, she strapped it on and slowly began moving toward the helpless man, who, though awake and whimpering, had no idea what was coming.  When Connie got behind him, she hooked her big legs around his and savagely thrust forward, spearing the huge metal penis deep into his rectum.  "AiEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!" No words can describe the sound Long made when Connie impaled him. Michelle couldn't stand it anymore.  She grabbed my leg with one hand; the other was under her mini-skirt.  She was gyrating in her chair, soaking wet, drooling and moaning, "Oh god! Oh god! OH GOD!!!"  After pounding and jamming the 18" monster all the way up inside Long, Connie just as savagely pulled it out.  He slid, sobbing, off the ropes onto his back.  He rolled to his side, vomited some blood and lay still, again out cold. Hermann had a private ambulence service and EMT's ready, and they came into the ring, strapped the bleeding wreck known as Matt Long onto a stretcher and took him to the hospital.  Hermann told us later that he was there for a month, with a broken jaw, nose, ribs and various "internal injuries."  He would never be able to fight again.

We poured into the ring to congratulate Connie.  I was proud of her.  She had outmuscled, outwrestled, outboxed, and totally humiliated one of the meanest, most dangerous thugs in the state, a nationally ranked bodybuilder and wrestler half her age! For a few minutes she sat atop Darius's powerful chocolate colored shoulders as he carried around the ring for more victory laps. Mounted on top of the black musclestud,  still in her bikini, her breasts proudly hanging free, she held her new trophy, the golden dildo,  above her head for all to admire.  As the excitement died down,  Connie came over to me. We hugged and I gave her a kiss.  She purred and said, "I hope you're ready for a good workout tonight, lover. Why don't we go try out Hermann's hot tub before we leave?"  I said that was a great idea. Then she added, in her most seductive voice, " Is it OK if Darius comes, too?"  "Well, dear,...I guess...you've earned whatever reward you want..."

THE END
 

*acknowledgement: I got the idea for the golden dildo from A-man's great story, "Helga the Wildcat," which is located on his bookshelf at this website.