It had been a very busy three weeks for me, the busiest in years. My daughter Maggie had come to stay with me for that time, but her visit was not a social one, she had come with a purpose. You see my daughter had followed in her mother's footsteps and become a lady wrestler, though on a much smaller scale. I had been a wrestler for many years in some of the largest and most popular organizations in the country, while Maggie was currently a member of a small, local organization. Nonetheless, she had earned a shot at her club's championship, so she came to stay with me so we could train together. I was happy to do it since we had never really spent much time together. I left my ex-husband and Maggie when she was just 13, in order to pursue my wrestling career. As a result, my daughter grew up without her mom, something I've always felt guilty about. I don't have real good motherly instincts, but when Maggie called and told me she needed my help, I was elated. If there was one thing I could do, it was to help whip her into shape. And from what I had seen of my daughter, she needed all the help she could get. In addition, I had never won a championship throughout my career. I'd had a pretty successful career and come close to a title many times, but never achieved that goal. So it would be wonderful if my daughter could experience the joy I was never able to attain.
Over the next three weeks, Maggie and I worked long and hard. We exercised vigorously, ran several miles per day, went over moves, holds and strategy and did whatever else possible to prepare her for her impending match. We started early and finished late. I even cooked up some good, healthy meals, lots of chicken, turkey and fish. By the time I sent Maggie back home, she was in pretty good shape. And since we had done everything together, I was in the best shape I had been in since my wrestling days. You see I'm now 65, and retired from wrestling for about 10 years. Well, I didn't really retire, I was forced out by those bastard promoters, but that's a story for another time. Anyway, I certainly didn't feel 65, and am happy to say that I don't think I looked 65 either. I felt much younger, and since I was pretty active even before my little boot camp, I was certainly in better shape than any 65 year olds I knew.
I was feeling exceptionally good about myself. I felt good, looked good and my confidence was peaking. The next morning I went for a jog and as I finished, I was delighted to stumble upon Joe and a friend of his, who had just finished a jog as well. Joe was a very handsome man from my housing development whom I had met a few months ago. We became friendly, and even went out to dinner together a few times. Joe always picked the restaurant and it was always somewhere nice. He also always picked up the check and always treated me like a lady, which is more than I can say for some of the other men I've known. I was actually becoming quite smitten by Joe, but then I went away for a few weeks to visit Maggie, and Joe and I lost touch with each other. But seeing him that morning was a nice surprise. He looked great! Joe was a big man, broad shoulders, great body and the deepest blue eyes I had ever seen. Although in his late 60's, he had a younger spirit than any man I knew. And to top it off, he was a huge fan of women's wrestling. In fact, we had spent hours upon hours conversing on the subject in the past, and I could tell Joe was not only fascinated by the fact that I was a former wrestler. We talked for a bit after our jog and he kept complimenting me on how great I looked. He then invited me to join him and his friend at Annie's house that evening. I must have looked flustered because I certainly felt flustered. I was also a bit surprised that Joe had met Annie, because when he and I were spending time together, he had not yet met her. Sensing my hesitation, he did his best to assure me that it would be a fun evening. But the problem wasn't Joe and his friend or even whether or not it would be fun, the problem was Annie. You see I had known Annie for quite some time. She too was a retired wrestler who lived in our development. We had both wrestled during the same period and faced each other many times in the ring throughout our careers. And despite the fact that I've had a great deal of success in my wrestling career, I will eternally be linked with Annie.
Annie was always the promoter's golden girl. As our careers went on however, we developed a very intense rivalry. Many of our battles were epic; long, hard fought and often extremely vicious. But since Annie was a favorite of the promoters, I was often told to lose when I wrestled against her, for the sake of the promotion. It drove me crazy, but I had no control over it. The promoters were very protective of their stars, and Annie was one of them. But in the matches where the winner was not predetermined, which were many, we really went at each other. I must admit that Annie was an excellent wrestler, and very attractive and popular. I would also have to admit that throughout the course of our careers and our battles, that she did have the upper hand. Annie was a champion at a few different times, and I had three shots at her while she was the champ, but I was never able dethrone her in those matches, though I did get my shots in. Annie retired when she was in her mid to late 40's, and still doing quite well. I kept wrestling however, and over the last few years of my career, the promoters paired me exclusively against the younger, up and coming stars. They used me to advance the careers of these younger girls, and since I was mismatched I lost most of those matches. Eventually I retired in frustration. So perhaps the most disconcerting thing for me is that Annie is remembered as this "wrestling legend", while people remember me only as someone who hung on too long. That will always annoy me. But not as much as what happened a few months ago.
Several of the men in our development are big women's wrestling fans, and most of them knew of or had seen both Annie and I wrestle many years ago (it is a 55 and over townhouse development). Over time, we began to have very informal get togethers to talk about wrestling and the like. I kind of enjoyed the celebrity status these get togethers provided me, even though Annie always hogged the spotlight. But a few months ago, the guys were so fascinated by our wrestling recollections and memories of our epic battles against each other, that they offered to set-up the recreation center like a wrestling arena, and invited Annie and I to go at each other one more time. They were so excited about it that I didn't have the heart to so no, and neither did Annie. I also didn't mind the thought of having one last crack at Annie, to set the record straight. Well we did it, and I'm sorry to say, Annie won. In fact, she went a bit overboard. It was a long, mostly one-sided match, and I was really embarrassed by the outcome. In fact I sort of went into hiding for a few weeks afterward. But then I met a gentleman who had just moved in a few houses away named Joe, and that got me out of my shell. I enjoyed spending time with him. We really hit off for a few weeks, but just when things were going well, I went away for a little while to visit my daughter Maggie. In my absence, Joe had met Annie. One thing about Joe, he LOVES women wrestlers. Whenever we spoke about it I could tell he would get aroused. I think the fact that I was a wrestler was one of the things which attracted him to me, which was fine with me. He hadn't met Annie when we were spending time together, nor was he aware of our recent match, and that too was fine with me. But now things had changed. I was very interested in Joe, but now that he had met another former wrestler, my advantage was gone. I was curious as to the relationship which had developed between Joe and Annie, but I guess those questions would all be answered.
Anyway, I reluctantly accepted Joe's invitation and then spent the rest of that day shopping for an outfit to wear and getting my hair and nails done. I wanted to look my best for Joe, so good that it would keep his attention on me, and not Annie. That night I nervously got dressed, taking my time so that everything was perfect. I knew what I was up against in Annie. She was a very pretty woman, tall and statuesque and to be honest I was a bit jealous of her. She seemed to have it all, looks, personality, skill and a great reputation. And now she seemed to have Joe's attention too, which was why it was so important for me to look my best. But in addition to everything else, I wasn't sure what to expect from Annie. Though our relationship had always been a bit chilly, we did however maintain a sort of mutual respect for each other. Our viciousness in the ring had not carried over into our personal lives, at least not yet. That's not to say we were friends, but we weren't the enemies you would expect us to be either. But now we both seemed interested in the same man, so the night ahead promised to be very interesting, and I expected that anything could happen.
I had picked out a skirt on my shopping spree, something I wouldn't usually wear, but since this was a special occasion I decided to give it a try. It was a black cotton number which buttoned down the back, but it was short. In fact it ended halfway between my waist and knees. I slipped on a pair of sheer black pantyhose and then pulled the skirt over them. I was very proud of my legs, and had always worked hard to keep them in shape and keep them shapely, so I was not afraid to show them off a bit. Then I slipped on a white silk blouse. It had short sleeves and buttoned down the front with a V neck, cut low enough to be suggestive without suggesting the wrong things. Finally I put on my shoes. These too were new, and a bit out of the ordinary. They were actually black, ankle boots, but with no heel. They looked more like athletic footwear than evening wear, but I had seen many of the younger girls wearing them and liked the way they looked. Finally I checked myself over in the mirror before I headed off. I thought I looked great. I mean there were some wrinkles around my eyes and face, but with make-up they were not too obvious. Otherwise I thought I looked pretty good for a 65 year old woman. I was trying for a sort of fun, younger look, without looking ridiculous, and I think I pulled it off. Of course it would have been nice to shed about 10 pounds or so, but I was pleased with what I saw staring back at me. Finally I sprayed a few squirts of Beautiful by Estee Lauder on my neck, which I reserved for special occasions, and then headed over to Annie's. She answered the door and let me in, though I could tell by the smirk on her face that she wasn't happy to see me. I looked her over and a lump formed in my throat, realizing that as usual, she had upstaged me. She was wearing a red tank dress, even shorter than my skirt, with sheer black stockings and black pumps. Annie was 2 inches taller than me and weighed about 15 pounds less, so not only could she get away with the outfit, she looked great in it. She was a year older than I was, but you would never guess it looking at the 2 of us together. Her skin was tanned, her black hair with not even a hint of gray and her facial wrinkles, though present, were virtually unnoticeable. I walked in, my confidence considerably lower than just a few minutes ago, and kissed Joe and his friend on the cheek. We then all sat down in the living room and talked for about a half hour or so before, as expected, the topic turned to wrestling. Annie dominated the conversation as I watched Joe hang on her every word. I felt left out and tried to include myself in the conversation, but every time I joined in, Annie seemed to cut me off mid sentence with a better story than mine. Before long I grew annoyed, and it must have been obvious because Joe went out of his way to include me in the conversation. That annoyed Annie, and she abruptly suggested that we all go down to her basement for a glass of wine and to continue our chat.
Annie had done well for herself financially, much better than I, and her home was quite nice. Her basement was no exception, especially considering most of the townhomes did not have a basement . It was a huge, finished room, covered with thick, soft carpeting. On one of the room was a large entertainment center surrounded by couches and the other end had a long wet bar with stools in front of it. The center of the room was conspicuously empty though, with support poles spread down the middle, strangely enough covered with foam rubber padding. I thought nothing of it, when Annie then sprung a surprise on us as we sat down on the sofas in front of the entertainment center. As I said earlier, Joe had not yet moved in before we had our wrestling match a few months ago. I had no intention of ever telling him about it either, and hoped he would never find out about it from someone else. But to my surprise, Annie began to tell them about it. I cut her off before she divulged the outcome or any of the details, but it was too late. Joe's interest was piqued, and he began to ask questions. Then Annie hit me with an even bigger surprise. Without my knowledge, she had had the match taped, and offered to play it for Joe and his friend. I was stunned and visibly upset as I stood up and scolded Annie. I was determined to keep her from playing that tape. "They don't want to see that Annie!", I shouted. Joe was surprised at my reaction, "Sure I would Leona, let's have a look" he said eagerly. I knew I had to come up with something fast. "I'd rather we not watch it Joe", I replied, unable to come up with a more clever reply. Joe looked very disappointed, but respected my feelings. "Well okay Leona, but I'd sure love to watch you girls in action". Just then Annie's face lit up and I could swear I saw a light bulb illuminate over her head. "I have an idea!" she chirped, obviously proud of herself. "Why don't we just wrestle right here, right now?" she offered. I can't say that I was completely shocked by her suggestion, and Joe's face beamed when he heard it. "That would be great! What do you say Leona?". Now I was really on the spot and I paused for a few seconds. If I backed down, Joe would probably lose all respect for me and then the pressure would really be on to watch the tape. I thought to myself, " Why not? I'm in great shape and I know I can beat her. Besides, anything would be better than the outcome that's on that video!" So before I knew what happened, I blurted out, "Okay Annie, you're on!". A smile stretched across Joe's face and Annie shook her head while smiling confidently. "Great, but why don't we try something a little different" she offered, "how about a catfight?". I felt my mouth fall open at the suggestion, and Joe could hardly contain himself. "A CATFIGHT? WOW, THAT WOULD BE GREAT! What do you say Leona?" Now the pressure was really on. I was prepared for a wrestling match, but a catfight was something completely different. I had never really had a catfight, but figured it couldn't be much different. And since I had already committed myself, I reluctantly agreed.
Joe and his friend anxiously turned the sofa so that it was facing the center of the room. Joe's friend seemed less enthusiastic, but willing to be adventurous. But Joe looked like a kid in a candy store, unable to contain his enthusiasm. Meanwhile I knew this was my big chance to win him over, so I looked forward to the challenge. Annie walked to the center of the room, and I followed her lead before she began to go over the rules. "Okay Leona, now remember, this is a catfight so anything goes. Scratching, biting, hair pulling, they're all allowed. First one to submit loses." I shook my head, even though I didn't expect we would be scratching and biting. I knew Annie better than anyone, at least in terms of wrestling. And despite our rivalry, and despite the fact that she was tough and even vicious, she was not a cheater. "What are we going to wear?" I asked naively. "What we're wearing!" Annie laughed sarcastically, "it's a catfight!". This was all a new experience for me. Wrestling in street clothes, scratching and biting, but I was confident and willing to try it. We backed away from each other and then looked each other in the eye. Sensing agreement, the fight was underway.
I wasn't sure what to make of everything, so I moved slowly and cautiously. But to my surprise, Annie let out a ferocious scream and charged at me. I was startled and fumbled backward before she grabbed hold of my hair with both hands and began to shake my head from side to side. She had caught me off guard and the hair pulling came as a surprise too. I knew that I agreed to it, but it wasn't what I had expected. I was just getting my hands up before she reached down with one hand and grabbed a hold of my blouse from the neck line. With a quick tug, she ripped it open, sending the buttons popping in all directions. I was appalled as my blouse flew open, ripped right down the middle. I'm not a prude, in fact I was pretty wild when I was younger. I had been a mud wrestler for a short period many years ago, as well as a cocktail waitress and even a dancer for a week when wrestling wasn't enough to pay the bills. So my body has been on display before, but during a private wrestling match between two mature women, in front of a man I was hoping to know better, this wasn't what I had been expecting at all. I have been blessed, or cursed depending on how you look at it, with a generous bust. And although I was wearing a silk bra, with my blouse ripped open, my breasts were much more exposed than I wanted them to be. Annie seemed to delight in that, though once I got over the initial shock, it angered me greatly. I reached forward and grabbed a handful of Annie's hair and began to pull her toward the other end of the room. I didn't know where I was going, but I was so angry that I wasn't thinking. She had a smug expression on her face as I dragged her toward the wall, but I was still incensed. I stopped just before we reached the wall and turned her around, preparing to flip her over. But she grabbed my upper arm and began to dig her nails into it. I screamed as her nails felt as if they were about to puncture my skin, and I let go of her hair. What the heck was she doing? I was so aghast that I didn't even notice her come up from behind me. She grabbed my wrist and pulled it up behind my head, putting me in an armbar. My right arm was now bent behind my head before Annie grabbed my other arm and quickly placed me in a full nelson. Both of my arms were now trapped up in the air as Annie joined her fingers behind my head. With my shoulders forced back, my blouse opened up and my chest stuck straight out in front of me. I looked over at Joe and his friend, who were smiling gleefully. I was so embarrassed, but it was obvious that Joe was enjoying the action. Curiously though, his friend seemed much less animated.
But I had more important things to worry about than how the guys were reacting. Annie held the full nelson for a long time, and I began to feel very warm, as if the temperature in the room had shot up twenty degrees in the last few minutes. But that was not the most important thing to me either. I was trapped, the only positive thing being that Annie's arms were immobilized as well because of the grip. I tried to jerk my body from side to side to cause Annie to let go, but she had put the full nelson on expertly, and there was no escape. I decided to save my energy and wait it out, seeing what she would do next. Annie forced me forward toward the guys, as if to put me on display right in front of them. It grew increasingly more embarrassing as I was forced closer because my chest was jutting through my ripped blouse, and the guys had a birdseye view of it. Finally Annie seemed to be ready to move on. I felt her loosen her grip a tad, but before I could react, she let out a loud growl, and then pulled me up off of the ground by the arms. She still had the full nelson on, and being a bit taller than I, she was able to use her leverage to lift me by the arms so that my feet were off of the ground. I kicked my legs back and forth, but I was too heavy for her to lift very high, so she dropped me back down quickly. I tumbled downward and was unable to get my feet under me so I landed on my butt. The impact from the landing was jarring, especially since I did not have use of my arms to cushion the fall. I was now sitting with my legs spread in front of me, Annie kneeling behind me, still holding the full nelson in place. She then unclenched her fingers and let me go, but as I tried to lower my arms, she grabbed the sleeves of my blouse and pulled them. My arms lifted straight into the air and my blouse was pulled right over them. I was now sitting in front of her, topless other than my bra. I could feel my face grow flush with embarrassment and shock. I knew a catfight would be different, but this was not at all what I had expected. Annie seemed determined to strip me, rather than wrestle me. She was still standing behind me, and I was so flabbergasted that I did nothing about it. She then she leaned down and clasped her hands under my chin and began to pull me up by the face. I tried to pry her hands apart, but she had clasped her fingers together tightly and was pulling me from below my chin. Her hands were also compressing my cheeks together, and she had actually lifted me a few inches off of the ground. My face felt like it was in a vice and I was amazed that she was able to lift me off of the ground with the hold, but judging by the pain in my neck and face, I believed it. I was now facing directly in front of the guys, which convinced me that her purpose here was to put me on exhibition.
It was a humiliating experience so far, but I could not stop her. She dropped me back down, and my rear end hit the floor momentarily, but then yanked me up again. This time she really seemed to be straining to pull me up as high as she could, and the pressure on my neck and face was incredible. Annie had me so far off of the ground that so that my lower back was even with her knees. She then rammed her knee into the small of my back, which was excruciating. I felt a momentary numbness in my spine, but she ended that by slamming her knee into me again. I arched my back and tried to scream, but my face was so constricted that nothing came out. The only thing I could think about was that she had broken my back. Annie then dropped me down again and let go of my face. I lost control of my muscles and my head bobbed down in front of me and my shoulders drooped as well. I became scared, knowing that as long as she was standing in back of me, and I was seated on the floor, she could do as she pleased. But my back was paralyzed, and in effect, so was I. I thought I was in great shape and well prepared, but Annie was completely dominating me! She grabbed my right wrist and pulled my arm straight up over my head and then she twisted it, winding it by the wrist. It began to throb, but to my surprise, she then leaned forward and bit down on the meaty part of my upper arm. I began to scream, but Annie only bit down harder. Finally my screaming must have annoyed her because she took her other hand and covered my mouth while unlocking her jaw. I couldn't believe what was happening! She had scratched, pulled hair and bitten! I tried to bite her hand to get it off of mouth, but she removed it before I could sink my teeth in. She then pulled my arm up again, twisted it some more and again bit down it, and again I screamed. She then again covered my mouth, but this time I was able to clench one of her fingers between my teeth. She grunted and released her bite on my arm, but I kept chomping. She must have gotten angry, because before I knew what happened, she clocked me on the left side of my head with her fist and knocked me over.
My ears started to ring as I landed on my side, but I saw Annie standing menacingly over me. I was laying on my right side, with a feeling of peril as she came over in front of me. I looked up at her, but before I could fix my eyes, she kicked the toe of her shoe right into my stomach. I let out a loud OOOOFFF, and curled into a ball. Annie had completely baffled me, but I began to figure out her plan now. It was to keep me off guard with the cat fight stuff, but then to completely annihilate me in front of Joe. She was being very successful too. I was a bit overthrown, and all different parts of my body were aching. But at least it seemed that we were back into wrestling, and that the stripping of clothes and biting and scratching were done with. I knew I had an uphill battle, but at least it was a fight I was familiar with, though I was really hurting. She then walked down toward my feet, grabbed hold of my ankles and picked them up into the air, rolling me onto my back in the process. I looked up at her, my ears still ringing, my back aching, and my stomach throbbing. But Annie seemed to be just getting going. She hauled my legs up further into the air, but instead of working them over, which is what I expected, she grabbed my skirt from the hem line and yanked it down toward my feet. The buttons on my skirt began to pop as it was pulled down over my hips and in seconds, she was holding it in her hands.
I couldn't believe it. Just when I thought I had her all figured out, she goes and rips my skirt off! She had now stripped me of both my skirt and blouse, and all I was left wearing were my bra, pantyhose and shoes. I knew I had to do something before Annie stripped me naked, which seemed to be her goal. I glanced up at Joe, to see how he was reacting. I was in pain, but seeing him grinning and joyful hurt almost as badly. His friend though looked almost annoyed, but that didn't matter much to me. Annie then again grabbed my ankles and began to pull my legs up further. She stepped between my legs and then lifted her right foot while bringing it closer to my face. It all seemed to happen in slow motion, but it was so quick that I couldn't protect myself. Before I knew it, Annie had pressed her foot down onto my throat. Her heel was on one side of my neck and the sole of her pump was on the other, with my throat squashed in the small space in between. Her heels were about 2 inches high, so it wasn't lots of room for me. She pressed it down further while standing with her other leg planted on the floor between my elevated and spread legs. I began to flail my arms wildly, and Annie relented. Although I was struggling to breathe, I was also thankful that Annie did not choke me longer. She stepped back, standing below once again and then spread my legs apart once more. I was mortified! I don't know if the fear of her pulling my panty hose off, or the fear of her pounding on my now defenseless legs was worse, but both were pretty bad. She lifted my legs so that the backs of my thighs were facing her and then she stomped her heel down onto the inner thigh of my right leg, and dug it into my flesh. It was a horrible pain, and I squealed out loud until she put her leg back down. But then she did the same to my left leg, digging her heel into my thigh. I couldn't take it anymore, it felt as if someone had rammed a spike right into my leg! She had completely demoralized me, and my entire body was raw.
But as the pain grew from intense to excruciating, Joe's friend got up off of the couch and stormed over to Annie. He grabbed her arm and pulled it shouting, "That's enough Annie!". She was shocked and thankfully lowered her leg, removing her heel from my thigh. Joe then jumped to his feet as well, looking surprised and not quite sure how to react. "What's the problem?" Annie asked them, annoyed at the interruption. This gave me a chance to roll over and cover up. I reached for my skirt and blouse, which were laying on the floor near me and quickly tried to cover myself. "That's enough Annie!" he repeated, "you've proved your point!". "Annie was now very angry and shouted back, "What point? This is a catfight! She didn't submit, did you Leona?" All eyes turned to me as I laid on the floor, still trying to cover myself She was right though. Even though I didn't expect her to do the things she did, I had agreed to the rules. And despite the fact that she was tormenting me, I had not given up, so Annie was in her rights. But I was too ashamed to answer and so Joe's friend proclaimed, "Well I've had enough" and abruptly stormed upstairs and escorted himself out. Joe walked over and offered his hand to me to help me up. "Are you okay Leona?" he asked politely. I shook my head sheepishly. "Leona, did I do something wrong here?" Annie asked me pointedly. I was very angry at what she had done to me so far, but couldn't blame her. She explained the rules, well sort of anyway. "This isn't what I expected Annie" I chided her. "But it's a catfight" she replied, not understanding the problem. "Well then, I guess I'm a wrestler, not a catfighter!" I answered meekly. "Fine!", she responded, "then we'll wrestle, no more catfighting!". Joe looked shocked, and then turned to me. "Do you want to wrestle her Leona?" he asked skeptically, almost as if he was fearing for my safety. It hit me then. Joe had lost all respect for me as a wrestler. Not only had Annie beaten me up, but she had made me look foolish and I couldn't stand for that. "Fine!" I replied. "I'll wrestle you, but not stripping off clothes, not catfighting, just plain old wrestling!" I demanded. "That's fine with me. Go into my closet and pick out a suit and we'll wrestle." Annie replied confidently. And with that, the catfight was over, but the night had just begun.
I took my time, moving slowly so that I could allow my body a chance to recover. Even though I was still in pain, this was nevertheless my chance to turn the tables. Despite what had happened so far, I knew I was in great shape and I knew I could overcome this if we just wrestled with regular rules. I walked into Annie's huge closet and closed the door. Actually it wasn't really a closet, more like a small changing room. I was amazed at the enormous number of wrestling outfits she had, racks upon racks of them. I rummaged through several before picking out a blue one-piece. I stripped off all of my remaining clothing and then slipped it on. I pulled it up over my legs, bit it seemed to get stuck on my hips. No matter how much I wriggled and squirmed, I couldn't get it up any further. I then searched and found another suit, white with little yellow daisies on it. I wriggled into that one, which was no easy task, but eventually got it on. Although it was extremely uncomfortable, I took a look in the mirror which hung from behind the door. I checked myself out and came to the conclusion that I looked like 10 pounds of bologna in a 5 pound bag. I slipped it off and tried on several more with the same results. Reaching the last few suits, I finally found a two piece which looked a bit bigger than the others. It was brown with big black polka dots spread across it. I hadn't worn a two piece suit in years, but it didn't seem that I had another alternative. If I tried to go home now to pick up my own suit, Annie would accuse me of chickening out and Joe would have no reason to doubt her logic. I couldn't tell her that I was unable to fit into any of her outfits, because that would be too mortifying and leave me open to ridicule. So reluctantly, I tried it on.
First I wriggled the bikini bottoms up over my hips. They cinched my waist and thighs like a second skin. Then I slipped the top on and fastened it in front of me before spinning it around and pulling it up so that the cups covered my breasts before trying to tie the thin straps behind my head. This was a problem. You see Annie's chest is about 4 inches and about 2 cup sizes smaller than mine. As I pulled the straps up, it was like hoisting a cargo into the air. My chest lifted as I tugged the straps up high enough to get them in position to tie a knot on the back of my neck. I looked in the mirror, and my breasts looked as if they were about to explode through the tightly drawn top. My chest was squashed together, though it did look firmer, shapelier and more upright than it had in years. But I hadn't shown this much skin since I had done a short-lived stint as a mud wrestler about 20 years ago. The whole suit was as tight as it could possibly be, but I had gotten it on. It really squeezed everything together though. I felt very self conscious as I looked myself over. I turned in the mirror and noticed two big red gouges on the inside of my thighs. They looked horrible, so I pulled off the bikini bottom, slipped on my panty hose and then put them back on. Since the nylons were black and there was black in the suit, it all worked. I looked myself over again and shook my head in disbelief. I couldn't believe I was about to face Annie and Joe in this outfit. I have a very boxy figure, certainly not an hourglass shape. Besides my chest and my rear, I don't have many curves. Though I'm no Twiggy, my midsection is sort of flat and square without much shape. But the bikini was grabbing hold of my skin and squeezing it in around my waist and thighs. And my chest looked like I had deflated it, put the top on and then re-inflated it to it's breaking point. It was almost comical, but it would have to do. Next I grabbed a towel from one of the shelves and toweled myself off. Despite a relatively short period of wrestling, I was perspiring quite a bit. Some of my make-up had also begun to run, so I wiped my face clean. The smell of my perfume had also vanished, giving way to the aroma of physical exertion. I was now in my most natural state, make-up off, perfume gone, hair messed and body on unveiled. . "Who knows, Joe may like what he sees!" I rationalized, though not really believing it. I walked out of the closet and back into the room, only to find Annie already changed. She was wearing a red one piece, similar to the first one I had tried on. It was fairly conservative and cut in such a way that it was much more appropriate than my attire. She also had time to fix herself, though based on the outcome of our catfight, there wasn't much fixing necessary. But Joe's eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw me, which I convinced myself was a positive sign, though I couldn't say for sure whether it was or not. "Are you ready now?" Annie asked. I took a deep breath, dangerous considering how tight my suit was, and shook my head. Joe went and sat down on the couch, anxiously awaiting the resumption of the action. I moved to the middle of the room and Annie followed. We stood in front of each other before she said, "Okay, regular rules, but submission only". "Fine" I agreed, and with that we began part two of our encounter.
Enough time had passed where most of my aches and pains had diminished, and I knew that once we got started, I wouldn't even feel the few lingering few which remained. My confidence had waned a bit, but I still thought I could turn this around. And this time I knew what to expect! I moved slowly, but was cautious not to let her get the jump on me again. I kept moving toward her, trying to let her know that I was ready this time. But Annie didn't back down, and rushed at me again. This time however I was prepared. I raised my arms and we locked up, struggling in a way I was familiar with. My anger started to grow as we pushed and pulled each other, neither with a clear advantage. She had ripped my blouse and new skirt, humiliated me in front of Joe, and now she was going to pay! I quickly shifted my weight and grabbed Annie's right wrist with both hands. Swiftly I spun it behind her, causing her to rotate with it. I pulled her arm behind her head and now had her trapped in an armbar, just as she had done to me earlier. Her back was pressed up against me as I pulled her wrist behind her head. I could hear her grunting, and Joe smiled as I got the upper hand. But before I could enjoy it, Annie rammed the point of her left elbow backward and into my ribcage. I felt like she had punctured my lung, but defiantly I kept the grip on her wrist. Undeterred, Annie rammed her elbow again into the same spot, but this time even more ferociously than the first and it was too much to take. I lost my grip, releasing her arm and bowing forward. She wasted no time and immediately pulled me upright and then flipped me over her shoulder and sent me crashing to the floor. I landed on my back, and Annie charged over before I could react. She stomped her barefoot down into my gut, and I lurched up into the air, a puff of air escaping from my mouth. She then pressed her foot into my left side and reached down, grabbing hold of my left wrist. She pulled my arm up, and then grabbed my left ankle with her other hand. I was now forced onto my right side before she pulled my two left limbs upward while mashing her foot down into my left side. I was bent in half at the waist as she tugged as hard as she could on my arm and leg. The pain became unbearable, and a distraught feeling came over me as the bow and arrow hold she had me in was torturous. "What the heck happened?" I thought to myself as Annie tried to turn me into a pretzel. Again she had gotten me into a position where I was defenseless, before I knew what hit me.
Joe was enjoying himself, I could sense it. Here I was, in this tight little bikini, being pulled like taffy, and it was all for his viewing pleasure. Annie yanked some more before finally letting go and dropping my limbs back down to the floor. But she then instantly came over and grabbed me by the hair, pulling me up onto my feet. As I got up, I looked over at Joe, who was sitting on the edge of the couch, smiling wickedly. Annie yanked me up onto my feet and then let go of my hair, grabbing my right wrist with both hands. She then began to pull me around in a circle as she stood in the center of the room. I ran in a circle, revolving around her for I don't know how many rotations, but I started to get dizzy and light headed. Just then, she let go and I raced across the room toward the wall. I was able to lift my arms up to cushion the blow, but I still smacked into the wall. I tried to hold onto the wall to keep me upright, and prevented myself from sliding down, which is what my body was telling me to do. I stayed flat against the wall for a few seconds, waiting for Annie to come and get me. To my surprise, she didn't. She was standing right in the middle of the room, waiting for me. I slowly pushed myself off of the wall, feeling very flustered. As I got my bearings, I noticed the thermostat on the wall next to me, quite by chance. It did seem unusually hot, regardless of what I had been through. I glanced at it and the display read 85 degrees. Annie had turned up the heat in order to wear me down, and it was working. I was breathing heavy and perspiring even more so. My whole body was drenched. I was still a bit dizzy too, so I took my time, since Annie seemed willing to give it to me, though I'm not sure why.
I took a few deep breaths and wiped my hands on my behind before moving forward. I was hurt, but I wasn't about to give up. With renewed determination, I started walking toward Annie. She set herself, standing her ground as she waited for me. I crouched forward and put my arms in front of me, preparing to take her on, and she did the same. I'm not sure what I looked like, but I knew it wasn't a pretty picture, while Annie was unscathed. She was perspiring, but not to the extent I was, but her hair was perfect and she didn't have a mark on her. My skin is very white, and every blemish and bruise is obvious, so I could imagine that Joe could see every one of them. Finally I made my move. I dove at Annie's feet, but I underestimated the extent of my condition and how much it had slowed me down. Annie simply spread her legs and I dove between them, face first, landing on my stomach. As I tried to get up, Annie immediately leaped into the air and smashed her butt down onto my back, knocking me back to the floor. The pain form the earlier knees she had driven into it came back with a vengeance. I groaned as she lifted herself up and turned around, only to drop down onto me again. This time she sat on my lower back and was facing my head. I was laying about 5 feet away from Joe now, facing directly toward him, as was Annie. She reached forward and grabbed me by hair from the back of my head, pulling my upper body off of the floor. My back arched as my head and then upper body rose before she grabbed my right wrist, and then the left, using them to pull me back. I could feel her sitting on my rear end, leaning back as she tugged on arms with all of her might. To make matters worse, she then crossed my arms, one over the other, and gave a mighty tug. My whole torso lifted off of the floor as my back was curled and my shoulders warped behind me. Joe had a fantastic view of my protruding cleavage, which was staring him in the face. I must have looked to him like a mermaid carved onto the bow of a ship, with my arms pulled back behind me. The bikini top was stretched to it's limit and I'm sure he enjoyed the view, though I didn't even notice. I was too busy cringing and worrying that my spine was about to pop out of my body.
The strain on my back was unbearable. I almost submitted, but Annie finally let go and I dropped back down, my face landing hard against the floor since I couldn't get my arms out in front of me. I thought about giving up. I almost did, but before I could get the words out, Annie scooted up my back and grabbed me by the hair again. She yanked my head up off of the floor, and once again pulled it backward. She kept pulling it further back, but this time she slid off of my back and knelt beside me. I was able to get to my knees as Annie kept bending me in half, pushing down on my throat so that my head was bent all the way back toward my feet. My entire body was arched, my back again bearing the brunt of it and it couldn't take much more. Annie pressed both hands down against my throat, using it to keep me curled backward. Again, my body was on display, my legs spread apart and my entire midsection stretched, directly in front of Joe. Annie then removed one of her hands from my throat, and I thought she was finally going to release me. I prepared for the strain on my back to be relieved, but she kept pushing down with one hand, much to dismay. Unbeknownst to me, and further to my dismay, she was actually raising her now free arm over her head before ramming her fist down into my fully extended stomach. I gurgled and coughed and my head shot upright, but Annie would have none of that and pressed down on my throat again. I had had enough, and decided to submit. I tried to say the words, but my throat was completely shut off by Annie's grip. I was bent into an inverted "U" again before she rammed her fist down a second time into my stomach. This time however my body flew upright, unabated by Annie's grip. I seemed to whirl back and forth as I was now upright on my knees. The two blows to my stomach were the most debilitating so far. My entire midsection had not only completely exposed, but stretched to it's limit and Annie had made sure her punches were powerful and delivered to the most effective spot. I was very cloudy now, almost as if in a daze. I didn't remember that I was going to submit, I didn't remember anything. I was wavering on my knees, Joe just a shaky blur of colors in front of me.
My mind wasn't working right either, almost as if I had left my body. Which was
probably a good thing, because I was so dazed that all the horrifying pains seemed to run
together. Annie was moving much more slowly now. She had to be, since it seemed like I
was bobbing on my knees for an eternity. The heat was intense and I could feel streams of
perspiration slowly rolling down my face and body. It was almost as if I was drugged. I
heard buzzing sounds, but not much else. But it was not long before it was time to come
back to reality. Annie had gotten to her feet and walked around in front of me. I didn't
know it, but she was circling me like a vulture, walking around me several times. I tried
to focus, and eventually saw her standing directly in front of me. I knew that if I didn't do
something soon, she wasn't finished but I would be. As she moved closer, I swung my
arm in what was probably a wild roundhouse punch. Apparently though it was comical
because it not only missed it's target, but amused Annie. I heard her laugh, but then she
slammed the ball of her foot into my gut. I felt like a hot air balloon that had sprung a
leak. It seemed like every last ounce of oxygen escaped my body through my mouth as I
collapsed forward, curling my arms into my stomach. But Annie simply walked up behind
me and grabbed me by the back of my hair, again pulling me upright. Once again I was in
a familiar position, kneeling upright with Annie behind me. She grabbed hold of both of
my wrists and pulled my arms back behind me, this time pulling me onto my feet. I got
up, though I was wobbling and stumbling as Annie pulled me backward by the arms. She
let go of my right arm and it fell to my side, useless. I then felt my back hit something
padded but hard before Annie again grabbed my right wrist and began to pull it behind me.
Again both of my arms were pulled behind me, but this time there was something between
me and Annie. It didn't take long to figure out that Annie had me pulled back against one
of the padded support poles. She pulled on my arms while placing her foot onto the pole
and using it for leverage to increase the force and amount of pressure on my arms. The
pole ran down the length of my back, causing the back of my body to wrap around it.
Annie tugged with all of her might, and my body curled further around the pole, but my
arms began to scream with pain. My shoulders were curled back and again my chest was
sticking straight out in front of me. The swelling of my chest put a strain on my bikini top
which made it fell as if it were about to blow right off of me. I didn't think it could take
much more, being tight to begin with, so you could imagine how I felt. The pressure on
my shoulders was incredible, like a team of horses was trying to rip my arms from my
body. It became so bad that I began to pray that my arms would be ripped out of
their sockets, just to release the pressure. I stared straight ahead, not as if I had a choice
since the back of my head was pressed tightly to the pole, and saw Joe taking it all in. I
couldn't take it, and my pride had completely run out, but Annie then let me go, and I
slowly slid down the pole and landed on the floor below it.
I think the pain brought back my senses, because I realized that I had to submit, it was time to end this nightmare. I was just about to say the words, when Annie grabbed me by the hair and pushed my head forward before jarring it backward and ramming it against the pole. Although padded, it was a metal pole and the forced left me dizzy. I began to see black and white specks and my ears began to ring. I was sitting with my legs spread in front of me and leaning back against the pole, like a drunk at 4 in the morning after the bars closed. My arms were completely useless and hung like dead weight at my sides.
But Annie was all business, despite my obvious debilitated condition. She too a few seconds to rest, realizing she had plenty of time. I was perspiring profusely, so I imagine Annie was as well. But then she grabbed my hair and pulled me up so that I was standing. I rose reluctantly, and was very unsteady on my feet. Annie pulled me over toward Joe and when I was just a few feet away from him, she let go of my hair and walked up in front of me. I tried to stare into her eyes so she could see the emptiness in mine, but instead she rammed her fist into my stomach. I groaned and then dropped to my knees, so dazed that I did not even think to submit. Annie then walked me behind me while I wavered on my knees right in front of Joe. Standing directly in back of me, she lifted her leg until the back of her thigh rested on my shoulder. She then did the same with the other and was now perched atop my shoulders with her thighs wrapped around my head. I didn't have the strength to hold her up, so I collapsed forward, sending her tumbling forward with me. Since we had moved so close to Joe, she fell right onto his lap, while I landed face down at his feet. Her body must have been dripping too, because when she got off of him, he was soaking wet. I tried to lift my head, but didn't have the strength. Annie certainly took her time to get off of Joe, but then got to her feet alongside of me and right in front of Joe. She grabbed my hair and pulled me back up into a kneeling position. I must have been a pathetic sight. My arms were hanging at my sides, I didn't have the strength to lift them, my shoulders slouched forward and my head dropping in front of me. Annie then moved in back of me and prepared to continue, but I had had it. I mouthed the words, "I give", but no sound came out. Since Annie was standing behind me, she didn't see it. Instead she wrapped her arms around my head and put me in a sleeper hold. I felt my neck twinge as my head snapped to the side, and I whispered "I give" again, before even more damage was done. Again it was virtually inaudible, and Annie must not have heard it, because she tightened her arms around my head. But thank God Joe was watching. "Wait Annie, I think she gave" he said to her. Annie unclenched her arms and walked around in front of me. She grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head up, then wrapped her other hand around my throat, holding me in place. "Did you say something?" she shouted in my face. I tried to get the words out, but her grip on my throat was preventing me from responding. She stared at me for a few more seconds, but I couldn't say it. "Okay", she said as she knelt down in front of me. She was kneeling directly in front of Joe, at his feet and facing me and she had let go of my hair and throat. I knew I had to try again when I saw her cocking her arm in back of her. "I give!" I whispered again, but this time I thought she heard it. Regardless, her punch was already on it's way, and had landed right in the pit of my stomach. I sputtered and wheezed as I fell forward, clenching my midsection.
"I'm pretty sure she gave!", said Joe with a terse tone. "I didn't hear it Joe, honestly", she said. Annie again grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head up. "Did you give?" she asked. I continued to cough and sputter, trying desperately to stop long enough to say the words. "Come on Annie, she gave" Joe reiterated. "I believe you Joe, but I don't want to stop if Leona doesn't want to. I'll give her a chance to say it again, okay?" she asked. They both stared at me, Joe smirking. He seemed annoyed that Annie wouldn't end it. They waited for me to answer, but I was still coughing and struggling to catch my breath. Annie waited, five seconds, then ten, and then she asked me again. I had stopped coughing now, but still couldn't catch my breath. Joe stared me in the face and asked with a desperate tone, "Leona, do you give?". I stared up at him, but a lump developed in my throat as I looked into his eyes. Annie was staring as well, but I couldn't say it. My breath was gone and I was too emotionally distraught to speak. "I think it's over Annie", Joe told her, despite not hearing it from me. Annie looked up at him, "Listen Joe, I'm giving her the chance to quit, but she's not doing it.". Joe seemed to grow more annoyed with Annie. "Leona, just tell her you quit!", he pleaded with me. But even though my breath was finally returning, by looking in his eyes, I felt an incredible rush of emotion. I felt the tears start to well in my eyes. I wanted to write it down, and let them know that I quit, but the words would not come out. "Joe, I know Leona and she is a very proud woman. I've wrestled her enough to know that she won't quit unless she has to. I'm giving her the chance to quit, but if she won't.....". Joe sat there and gave me the saddest face I had ever seen. I could tell that he felt sorry for me, and tears started to roll down my face. But streams of perspiration were running down even more heavily. Just then Annie again cocked her arm behind her. "If she won't quit Joe, I've got to make her!" And with that she drew her arm all the way back. "Leona, just give up sweetheart" he begged. Finally I was able to mouth the words and this time, they came out, "I QUIT!" I said in a clear voice, but Annie had already launched her fist and again it rammed into my stomach. I cried out and collapsed forward, but this time Joe had already bent down in front of me and caught me in his arms. Annie got to her feet and stood alongside us. "Now did you have to do that?" he scolded her as he wrapped his arms around me while I collapsed into his lap. I began to sob uncontrollably, my body feeling like it had been in a car wreck. Annie stood there for a few seconds and then walked over to the bar and grabbed a towel. She wiped her face off as she watched Joe stroke my hair. She then put the towel around her neck and walked upstairs, leaving me and Joe in the basement.
I stayed curled up in Joe's lap for a few minutes, bawling the whole time. My stomach was on fire and my arms were completely useless, in addition to all of the other physical pains. But even worse was the emotional pain of being completely humiliated. Not only had Annie destroyed me, but now I was a cowering mess in the arms of the man I most wanted to impress. But Joe continued to comfort me, stroking the back of my head softly and whispering that it was going to be okay. After a few more minutes, I finally got the courage up to lift my head. I looked into Joe's eyes, and he gently wiped the tears from my cheeks. He then began to massage my shoulders softly. It was a wonderful gesture, but they were so numb that I didn't feel a thing, though I didn't let him know that. After a few more minutes, he helped me to my feet. My bikini top at this point was barely holding my breasts in place, but Joe was careful to avoid any inappropriateness, acting like a true gentlemen. He helped me to lay down on the couch and then began to rub my back. He was very gentle and tender. He then rubbed my arms, the look on his face one of concern as he surveyed my bruises. "You'll get her again next time Leona" he whispered to me. I was surprised by that remark. Annie had just wiped me out without much of a fight, and yet Joe was still encouraging. I had never met a man like this. I didn't know if he was being nice because he felt sorry for me, or if he really did have feelings for me. But after all that happened that night, it was just nice to know he cared. He rubbed my aching body for a while longer, toweling me off when he was done. He then helped me to the closet where I attempted to change into my clothes, not remembering that they were all ripped. I walked out of the closet holding my skit up, my blouse opened in front. He took his coat, wrapped it over my shoulders and then walked me upstairs. "I'm gonna take Leona home Annie. Good night" he said as we walked past her. "Good night. No hard feelings Leona", Annie said to me as I limped past her. He then took me home, put me to bed, wrapped a robe over me and pulled the covers up. He then kissed me on the forehead and walked out, locking the door behind him after he left. I wish he could have stayed, and I wanted him to stay because I didn't know if I would ever be that close to him again.
