Angelica vs Jez
By Devin

Angelica had it coming.  She always had it coming for that matter.  Unfortunately, nobody was ever good enough to give her what she deserved, and instead ended up on the losing end of hard fought battle.  Angelica was good.  Along with that came a cocky "I own you" attitude that she displayed every where she went.  Men she could wilt cause she was unbelievably attractive.  Standing 5'11", with a super model's body, firm abs, 36 C breasts, and long brunette hair that caught everyone's eyes, she was able to command attention even in the thickest crowds.  Women, she intimidated verbally, and if necessary, physically.  Considering she wrestled and was around 137 lbs of lean muscle, the physical intimidation came naturally.  Overall, she was a natural bitch.

Like I said, Angelica was good.  She had only been beaten four times that anyone could recall since arriving in the studio three years ago.  And she took any kind of match.  Professional, Submission, Topless, Nude, Oil, Sex... you name it, she did it.  And she was good at all of them, with the nasty streak to prove it.  She had that kind of evil women love to hate, and the men love to see commanding a helpless victim in the middle of the ring.  Angelica certainly wasn't above humiliation, and some of us even believed she was a hard core dyke deep down.  Not that there was anything wrong that, cause we had some hard core dykes wrestling for Charlie and Samantha, the owners of our little wrestling company.  They were an older couple, who had learned to love and teach the sport together.  He had been a pro wrestler with an independent league, she had a black belt in Jiu Jitsu.  Both in their 40's, they enjoyed the sport, both participating and watching together.  Everyone should be so h appy.

On this particular occasion, she had decided to fuck around with the wrong woman though, and I intended to put her in her place.  My name was Jez, and like Angelica, I worked for Charlie and Samantha.  I stood 5'7", and had long blonde hair that ran the length of my back.  I also had a lean athletic body that weighed 120 lbs, which I was very proud of, despite my 29 B breasts which I would occasionally feel self-conscious of.  It took a lot of hours to stay as fit as I did, and it showed up in my matches, especially the submission ones.  I mostly did pro style and submission, and occasionally some oil matches.  Although I took some poundings by the veterans early, I learned, and in recent months I had gone undefeated.  I think that's what finally got Angelica's attention in the end.  Charlie and Samantha were both singing me one too many praises.

It all happened while we were filming a custom video for a client.  The video asked specifically for a body slam finish, with the winner standing over her fallen opponent, foot between the breast.  Nothing too spectacular, but the client was paying well, so Samantha set me up with Nancy, who was considerably smaller than me.  Both of us had done pro stuff before, and knew how to take it to the other person without maiming them.  We both put up a good show, and in the end, I was standing with my foot between her breast.  Afterwards, we went back to the showers, and got cleaned up.

Looking back, it really wasn't a big problem.  After all, I could have asked to have borrowed a pair of Nancy's shorts.  But the nerve of that bitch sneaking into my locker, stealing my clothes, and putting them on the street corner just pissed me off!  Nancy, bless her heart, was nice enough to go get them for me.  But seeing that smirk on Angelica's face as I left the locker room told me all I needed to know.  I went straight to Charlie to arrange the match.

"Charlie, I want a piece of Angelica right now!"
"You know I don't book fights between girls who want to kill each other, Jez."
"Make a fucking exception then!"
"Jez, look..."
"Don't give me that crap, I want a fucking match her right now!"
"Am I interrupting something?"
Angelica had moved to the doorway, and was leaning against, acting like she owned the world.  I got in her face.
"Look bitch, you might be able to play these mind games with other people, but you are NOT going fuck with me!"
"Is that a challenge Jez?"
The coolness in Angelica's tone just pissed me off even more.
"You're damn fucking straight!"
About then, Angelica stood up and looked down at me.  She moved in close, and an electricity was in the air that I had never felt before.  My body tingled with anger, my fists tightening.
"Fine.  Submission.  Topless.  In two days, here in the studio on the pro mat," She looked over at Charlie, "That way, Charlie boy here can make some money on it by filming it.  Isn't that right Charlie?"
Charlie stroked his goatee, which was streaked with gray these days.  "Alright, we'll settle this on the mat.  Just remember, I want submissions, not broken bones.  Both of you are great athletes, and I'd hate to lose either of you to a grudge match."
Angelica grinned innocently, "What, me?  Never."
I looked right at Angelica, giving it my best to stare daggers into her heart.  "No promises Charlie."
Angelica relaxed and looked back to Charlie, "I promise I won't break her," she then looked back at me, tilting her head down to emphasize that she was the taller of the two us, "Permanently."
At that I glared, then decided to go, but as I left, I felt a hard slap on my ass.  As I turned, a look of shock on my face, I saw Angelica backing away with a Cheshire grin.  We would have been on the ground, going at it immediately if it hadn't been for Charlie jumping in between us.
"Jez, OUT!  Angelica, COME HERE!"
I took some small satisfaction out of the reaming that Angelica ended up getting from Charlie for instigating the fight even more than it had been.

The two days came and went, and before I knew it, the day had arrived.  I remember feeling very nervous before leaving my apartment.  First, Angelica was a tough opponent.  She had a way of wearing you down while finding your weak spots, and then attacking them while taunting you.  This wasn't anything new though.  I'd seen opponents like those before, and you just had to get to them before they got to you.

The thing I was nervous about was that I had agreed to a topless match.  I had never done a topless match, and it worried and excited me at the same time.  I had been avoiding the topless matches because I was so self-conscious of my breasts.  Wrestling topless was revealing a part of myself I wasn't ready to give away yet.  But then again, I was still pissed off at Angelica, and this was proving to be the only way I was going to get her.  I took a deep breath, looked in the mirror, and gave my best warrior look.  Funny, I had always believed that was me in the mirror until today.

I got there, and changed, putting a t-shirt over my upper body.  I chose to wear a red thong, hoping to accentuate my ass, which was quite nice, even if I did say so myself.  I stayed barefoot, cause all the topless matches were fought this way.  I stood up, hugged myself closely, and took a deep breath.  I said quietly to myself  'come on, snap out of it!'  I took another deep breath, hardened my resolve, and headed outside.

Angelica hadn't arrived from her locker room yet, but Charlie and Samantha were both there, ready to work the filming equipment and to serve as referees.  They would stay out of the video though, to make sure the focus was on the wrestling, not the accessories.  Charlie grinned at me as he saw what I was wearing, and Samantha gave a whistle.

Then Angelica stepped outside carrying her gym bag.  She had chosen to come out wearing nothing but a black thong of her own.  Charlie stopped everything he was doing, and Samantha turned to stare.  I was dumbfounded, cause I had never seen such an attractive woman in my life.  Her skin glistened, as though she had put some kind of oil all over her skin.  She walked up to the mat, dropped her bag, stepped up on the mat, and slowly stepped through the ropes, bending at a ninety degree angle so she could show everything to the world.  A small smile was on her face as she took control of everything in the room for a moment, before finishing her "entrance".

"Charlie, dear, please stop drooling."  For a second, I thought it was meant for me, but it turned out that Samantha was encouraging her husband to keep focused on the video production.

I had never actually seen Angelica wrestle live before.  I had heard about it, seen her wrestle on the videos, but not actually live and in person.  Her presence was incredibly sexual, and her cocky smile showed she knew it.  I turned away, and began to go through my stretches while looking at the mat, attempting to dispel the image from my mind.  Wrestling other women had excited me before, but nothing that I had ever given any thought to.  I always thought it natural to get slightly turned on wrestling.  However, seeing Angelica come down and shake me up like she had worried me, and not just for the fight.  All of a sudden, I was really confused and  unsure of myself.  'Mind on business, Jez!'  I had the feeling I'd have to remind myself of that much more often.

I took off my top and looked to Samantha, who rung the tiny bell beside the ring.  I came out of my corner carefully, bouncing with energy as I decided to size Angelica up first.  Angelica just strolled out of her corner, stepping like a model, that cocky grin on her face.  Lord, I wanted to kick her ass bad!

She raised her hand for a test of strength, smiling as she waved me in closer.  "Come on Jez, you aren't afraid are you?"  I gave an annoyed look at her, then started to move in closer to the larger woman.  We slowly locked up our hands, and she immediately put the pressure on.  She was strong!  I immediately began to feel my hands bend at odd and painful angles, as I tried to adjust my legs into a position to help.  Her cocky grin was gone, replaced by a snarl of hatred.

She managed to push me into the corner, my hands underneath me.  She then dropped her grip, and let loose with three quick knees to my stomach.  I felt the air rush out of my lungs, and I immediately doubled over.  She grabbed my hair, stinging my scalp, as she hip tossed me back into the middle of the ring.  I got up slow, and as I looked up she came at me with a clothesline that knocked me back to the mat.  I was dazed as she leaned down to grab my hair again, put me into a full nelson, and led me back into the middle of the ring.  She then lifted me up in the full nelson, kicked my legs clear and dropped me on my butt, the pain rocketing through my spine all the way up to my neck.  She let go as I fell to my side.  She grabbed my hair again and said in that patronizingly motherly tone "Aw, poor Jez, got into the ring with the big bad Angel and got hurt.  Aww, poor baby."  She then got up and strutted for the video.

She came back to me, all grins, but I was ready for her.  I quickly threw a punch into her gut, doubling her over.  I then stood up, grabbed her hair, and dropped her into a DDT.  I threw my long hair back, looked down at my aching opponent, then picked her up by her hair  only to toss her back to the mat.  I then grabbed her by the hair, raising her into a sitting position, and locked in a head scissors.  "Got you now bitch!"

She immediately began to resist the head scissors with her hands, and then she reached up to grab my foot, and began twisting it.  She was putting some kind of toe hold on me while I had her in a scissor!  I poured on the pressure, but it wasn't enough, soon I was breaking the hold and scrambling to get loose, my ankle aching from the twisting she had done.

She had managed to get up in the opposite corner, and was staring daggers at me.  I was doing the same.  I then moved back in on her, eager to finish her off, but she then landed a quick kick to my belly, doubling me over!  She then grabbed me by the hair, ran up the turn buckle, and landed me face down on the mat.  All I could see was stars at that point as she sat herself down on my back, and laced her fingers under my jaw and cranked the Camel Clutch for all it was worth.  I felt like my back was breaking, and she kept my mouth covered with her hands as she cinched it in!

She kept it there for an eternity, watching as my legs kicked fruitlessly and then fell lifeless.  She dropped the hold, and I flopped to the mat, lifeless.  She then grabbed one of my legs, and threw on a toe hold.  I screamed as she began to apply pressure.  She then dropped that hold as well, grabbed me by my hair, and raised me up to my feet.  I stumbled about for a moment, and then she locked on the head lock, forcing my face into her breast.  She was suffocating me!  I pawed at the hold, but it was no use at this point.  She dropped me to the mat just at the point of unconsciousness.  She could have pinned me easily at this point, but she had other things in mind.

She then picked me up by the hair, and forced me into the ropes so that I was staring outside.  She then grabbed my arms and forced them into hammer locks behind my body one at a time, pinning them there with her body.  She then reached around and locked her hands around my breast, as she leaned in with her lips to my ear and whispered, "I'm going to make you my bitch now!"  She then clamped down on my breasts, squeezing them painfully.  I began to scream.  After a few moments, I worked one of my hands free, but I was too weak to free myself from her grip.  She then dropped one of the hands that were working on my breast down to my pants, and began to brush against my womanhood.  A wave of shock ran threw me as I thought 'Oh God, she's going to rape me!'  As she forced her finger past and into me, she began to kiss my neck, eliciting the very unwelcome warmness that began to spread through my thighs.  I tried to fight her, but every time I did, she would clamp down on my breast.

She worked me there for a while, I was confused, hurt, and humiliated.  I saw Charlie beginning to move to the ropes, but Samantha stopped him and told him to keep filming.  I began to whimper in rhythm to Angelica, as she moved inside of me.  She then released me, and let me drop to the mat.  I immediately covered my breasts and crawled into a fetal position.  She had decided to get a few items from her bag.

I was still dazed and shocked at what Angelica had been doing to me, when I felt her rip my thong off me.  I tried to stop her, but she was simply too strong.  She then lifted me by my hair and forced me into the corner.  She smiled and looked deeply into my eyes, and then kissed me passionately.  I was so tired I just gave into her, and again felt my body become warm involuntarily.  She continued to caress my willing body as I tried to push her away.  She eventually grabbed my arms, and forced them over the top rope, and then grabbing hold of my wrists so I couldn't fight her any more.  As she continued, I felt her breasts move smoothly against mine, her leg moving against my womanhood.  I began to spread my legs to give her more access, and she dropped her hand down to caress my labia.  I closed my eyes as I she moved her lips over my nipples, her tongue tingling across them, seizing me.

She then stopped suddenly, grabbing my hair and forcing my head up so she could stare into my eyes, her power enveloping me.  "Do you want me bitch?"

My body gave me no choice but to reply "Yes!"

She then reached into her bag, took out a pair of leather cuffs, and tied me off to the rope.  She then threw my legs over the middle rope, exposing me to the world, and tied off my ankles so I couldn't move.  She grinned devilishly as she moved into to kiss my lips, my dazed eyes becoming enveloped in her, my lips whimpering as she controlled me.

Again, she broke off her kiss, stepped back, and then got a strap on dildo out of her bag.  I looked at it, my eyes caught up in it's size as my mouth fell slightly open.  She slowly slid into it, came over close, grabbed me by my hair and forced my neck back as she locked her lips onto me.  The fake dick then slid into me, and it was the largest thing I ever felt!  I immediately orgasmed for Angelica, and she continued to fuck me until I had cum five more times.  The entire time, she watched with a wicked sense of glee in her eyes.

Once I was done, she released me and I fell like a heap on the ring.  She grabbed me by my hair, and led me around the ring like some dog of hers.  I was so humiliated, I couldn't do anything to defend myself.  She then led me into the middle of the ring, and took me doggy style right in front of the camera, pulling my hair and my head back so that the video caught my final orgasm.  She then turned me over, removed her strap on, and sat on my face, forcing me to eat her out as Samantha counted out the pin.

After it was all over, Charlie was up into the ring, putting a blanket on my body as I cringed in the fetal position.  Angelica blew Samantha a kiss, and then dropped down off the mat and left, taking my red thong as a trophy of her "triumph".  I was never the same again.  I tried to leave Charlie and Samantha's company, but Samantha talked me out of it, offering me twice what I used to make.  The video sold so well that I became a fan favorite.  Although I still won some matches, women from that point on would take advantage of me, and when they did, I often lost in a humiliating fashion.  But those are stories for another time.