Mark and I have been friends since about the fourth grade. We met at the youth wrestling league in our town. Since that time we have also been teammates all through youth league, junior high, high school, collage and now the pros. Though it is true that we come from a very small town went to a very small High School, and attended a small division III collage we each managed to compile a very good record. In all that time we’ve only lost 5 matches between us. We were recruited right out of collage by the PWF and after 6months of training joined the pro circuit.
Mark has always been the slightly bigger of the two of us; now 5months past his 24 birthday he stands 6ft1in tall and weights 168 lbs. To say that my friend does well with the ladies is vast understatement. Blond, blue eyed, with an Adonis body and a professional athlete. Mark always has a gorgeous young lady or two with him at every match. As for me I’ve just turned 24. At 5ft11in and 154 lbs. I’m in good shape I love being a professional wrestler and I guess I do all right with the ladies too.
Arriving at the arena about an hour before our match Mark and I accompany our ladies to there ring side seats before heading to our dressing room. I guess you could call us an up and coming tag team. Having only been in the PWF for a little less than a year we’ve moved up to become the 4th. Ranked tag team. We’ve been told that if we stay undefeated that we will get a title shot in a month or two.
Back in our dressing room we prepare for the match. Mark and I remove our street cloths and begin changing into our wrestling gear. A satin string jockstrap goes on under our shinny white tights. Mark and I each wiggle and pull, slowly working our tights up our legs and over our bottoms adjusting our man hood in both our jocks and tights. White high calf paten leather wrestling boots and white silk kimono type robes are the last of our gear.
Heading toward the ring we see that our opponents are all ready there. They are a local tag team that are unranked but also undefeated. It’s clear that they are a crowd favorite. They are two sisters that come to the ring in a biker babe look. Debbie and Dona are both dressed in shinny black one-piece leotards, both wear black fishnet pantyhose, black paten leather wrestling boots and black leather jackets. Debbie is 23 years old has black hair and eyes and a great body. Her sister Dona is only 18 but she too has a great body and gorgeous legs. Debbie began her wrestling career almost four years ago and has the most experience of any of the four wrestlers in the match tonight. Dona has been wrestling only about 8 months. Mark and I are the first nationally ranked team Debbie and Dona have wrestled and as only a local team we know very little about them.
The referee and the ring announcer have entered the ring and the spotlights shine down on our opponents and us. Taking the mike the announcer begins. “ LADEIS AND GENTALMEN THIS IS THE MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING. IT IS A TWO OUT OF THREE FALLS PIN OR SUBMISSION TAG TEAM MATCH. IN THIS CORNER THEY ARE THE NUMBER FOUR RATED TAG TEAM IN THE PWF AND ARE UNDEFEATED. AT 6FT 1IN AND 168LBS. MARK AND AT 5FT 11IN. AND 154LBS HIS TAG TEAM PARTNER DAVID. AND IN THIS CORNER THEIR OPPONENTS THEY ARE THE HOME TOWN GIRLS DEBBIE AND HER SISTER DONA”. The crowd cheers wildly as the hometown girls are introduced. The ref Gail who is also a hometown girl calls the four of us to center ring. “You all know the rules let have a good clean match and may the best team win”. Mark and I return to our corner and remove our ring robes pull up and adjust our tights and jocks. I duck between the ropes so Mark can start for our team. On the other side of the ring Debbie and Dona do much the same as Dona steps out leaving Debbie to start against Mark.
The bell sounds and both wrestlers move out of their corners. Mark takes a few steps to his right when Debbie flies at him. Leaping high in the air she catches Mark in a Flying Head Scissors. Mark is stunned by her swift maneuver and is just a second slow to react. Twisting her body she flips Mark over and sends him flying across the ring. Before my partner can get to his feet Debbie grabs his arm twists it into a wringer and pulls him off the mat. Taking two steps she whips him into the ropes and drives her knee into his mid section as he bounces back at her. Doubled over clutching his belly Mark staggers forward a few steps and falls to his knees. Wasting no time Debbie again twist Marks arm pulls his to his feet and whips him to the ropes. Twice more Mark is whipped to the ropes and kneed. I can’t believe what I’m seeing in all the years we have been wrestling together I’ve never seen Mark take this much punishment. My dazed and groggy partner staggers around the ring unable to fend off our opponent’s attacks. Mark has been in the ring for only 3 minutes and is near defeat. Struggling to get to his feet after being body slammed I call out to my friend and partner “ Mark – Mark - over hear- tag me Mark – tag me’. I know if he can’t make the tag he will lose the first fall. As Mark gets to his feet and begins to head to our corner Debbie grabs his out stretched arm and twists it whipping him into the ropes. As Mark flies back at her Debbie’s hand smacks into his forehead her fingers rap around his face as she traps him in a German Claw Hold. Mark’s screams can easily be heard over the cheers of the crowd. His arms flail wildly about his legs twitch rapidly making look as though his wrestling boots are tap shoes as he hops from toe to toe. Slowly his arms come together as he desperately grabs Debbie’s wrist. With his strength almost gone he can’t pull her hand free of his face. Desperately stretching out his arm toward me in our corner Mark cries out for help “ Help me David – PLEASE – get her off me – I can’t take any more – get her off me – Please”. I lean as far as I can over the top rope stretching my arm out to tag my partner. The tips of my friend’s fingers are only inches away as Debbie squeezes her claw hold tighter. Mark has begun to slump to the mat. His legs wobble as his knees begin to bend. His arms have fallen to his sides dangling uselessly. With his last ounce of strength my tag team partner raises his arm toward our corner and again begs me to tag him. “ Oh god – Please David – tag me – please tag me – she got me – I can’t get free”. Marks knees finally buckle and he sinks to the mat. Using her free hand to keep my partner from collapsing totally to the mat Debbie continues to apply the claw hold to a now semi-conscious Mark. Seeing my partner no longer able to defend himself I shout to the ref to ring the bell and end the fall. “Yo ref – ring the bell – he’s finished – come on she’s almost knocked him out – break the hold”.
The hometown ref either doesn’t hear me or doesn’t care. Mark is now flat on his back legs and arms out stretched with only his head held off the mat. His arms and leg twitch involuntarily as he remains trapped in Debbie’s German Claw Hold. Marks two beautiful lady friends as well as my girl have come to ring side. Marks girls cover their faces with their hands as tears run down their cheeks. My girl runs to our corner just as I am entering the ring shouting over the cheering crowd. “ Help him David – help him – she going to kill him”.
I step through the ropes and rush toward my stricken partner. Before I can get to him Debbie’s 18yr old sister and tag team partner leaps off the top rope and lands a drop kick square on my upper chest. I never saw it coming. As her shinny black wrestling boots crash into me I am launched strait back into our corner and crash into the turnbuckle. I am stunned by her quick move. Racing into the corner after me my teenage opponent grabs the waistband of my tights and pulls me toward her as she slams a forearm into my mid-section. Twice more she drives her forearm into my gut. Still holding me by my tights Dona sends her knee crashing into my mid-section. Dazed and gasping for breath I slide down the ropes to the mat. Through blurred vision I can see that Mark is still trapped in Debbie’s claw hold. I can no longer help him. Dona grabs me by my boots and pulls me out of my corner. Lifting my legs and back off the mat she tucks my boots under her arms and sling shots me across he ring. I smash face first onto the canvas. Before I can even try to get up she is on me. Stepping on the back of my thighs she hooks my boots around her legs. Reaching down she claws my side first left then right each time grabbing and twisting my arms up behind me like a surfboard hold. This teenage girl has me trapped; I can’t move my legs or pull my arms free. Rocking back and forth Dona is slowly able to pull my upper body off the mat. With one final heave Dona pulls me up and over into a Romero Ceiling Hold. My arms and shoulders scream with pain, my legs throb as the muscles tighten and twist my back feels as though it has a knife jammed into it. Through the ropes I can see the look of horror on my girl friend’s face as she realizes that both Mark and I are trapped in punishing submission holds.
Twisting and wiggling my upper body as much as I can I try to get out of the hold Dona has me in. It’s no use she has me locked in tight.
Our hopes of being the world tag team champions are over. The pain from the hold overwhelms me as my screams fill the arena. Tears fill my eyes and run down my cheeks as I realize that I will soon have to submit. With blurred vision desperately look around the ring for the hometown ref. I cry out for her to end my torture “ Ref –Ref – over hear – ring the bell – ring the bell – PLEASE – I GIVE UP – I GIVE UP”. Gail walks slowly over to where Dona is still applying the Ceiling Hold to me. A feeling of fear and horror washes over me as I realize the local promoter has set Mark and me up. What we don’t know is the ref; Gail manages our opponents The Biker Babes. Looking down at me and smiling Gail says “ WOW looks like Dona’s really got you. That must hurt. I don’t think you can get out of that hold do you?” My voice quivers as I try to answer, “ No I can’t get free – she’s got me – PLEASE – ring the bell - I submit – I submit”. Gail’s evil look sends a shock wave of panic through me. Turning her back on me and walking away, panic overwhelms me. I franticly wiggle and twist my body as much as I can in a desperate effort to escape the hold Dona has on me.
On the other side of the ring Debbie has released her claw hold on Mark. Slapping his face she has revived my unconscious partner. As Mark comes to, Debbie grabs my dazed and confused tag team partner by his white wrestling boots. Dragging Mark away from the ropes and closer to me Debbie twist his leg around hers locks one of his legs over top of the other drops to the mat trapping Mark in a Figure Four Leg Lock. Tucking his left boot under her arm and pulling as hard as she can Debbie increases the pressure on Mark’s knees. Now fully conscious my tag team partners’ screams join mine as these two young female wrestlers hold us in torturous submission holds. Twisting back and forth Mark claws and pounds on Debbie’s stocking covered legs trying to escape her hold. Falling back to the mat in pain and exhaustion he pounds the canvas and covers his face with his hand to mask the pain.
Side by side in the ring Mark and I are taking the worst beating of our lives. The Biker Babes have us hopelessly trapped in punishing submission holds we cannot escape from. Looking over at my friend and tag team partner I can see tears of pain and humiliation running down his cheeks. I hear his desperate plea to the ref “ Please ref please – make her stop – I submit – let me go – please let me go”.
At last Gail leaves the corner where she has been leaning against the ropes. Standing between Mark and I she looks down at us hopelessly trying to escape the holds our female opponents have us in. With a mocking tone in her voice Gail uses the ring mike to taunt us “ Boy we thought you guys were tuff wrestlers. Looks like my girls have the both of you guys pretty well tided up. I’ll bet that both of you would like to submit right now wouldn’t you? At this point nether Mark or I care much about pride or the tag team championship as we both shout at once “ Yes – yes – we submit – we submit”. “Not so fast” Gail tells us. “You will each be aloud to submit one at a time”. Kneeling down beside Mark, Gail leans close to him “ OK Mark I guess you’d like Debbie to let you out of that hold wouldn’t you? Well all you have to do is be nice and answer my questions. Is Debbie a better wrestler that you?” With tears streaming down his face my partner waists no time in answering Gail’s questions. “ Yes she is – Debbie’s a better wrestler than me”. “You have been defeated by her?” Yes I’ve been defeated by her –Debbie’s beaten me”. Are you ready to submit the fall to Debbie?” Yes –yes – I submit the fall to you Debbie- let me go please – I submit – I submit”. Gail slowly unwraps Debbie’s legs from Mark’s. Pulling his legs up to his chest Mark clutches his aching knees. Rolling from side to side Mark begins to sob and moan.
Standing over me and looking down Gail speaks into the ring mike. It’s hard to believe you two guys are a top ranked tag team. It only took my girls 4min. to get both of you in submission holds. Your partner’s finished he’s given up already. Are you ready to join him as a loser too? What do you say tuff guy ready to admit defeat and submit to a better wrestler? I have no choice I can’t get out of Dona’s hold “ Yes – yes – I submit – Dona’s a better wrestler – she’s beaten me – I give up – I give up”. And just like that it’s over. Dropping me to the mat Dona releases my arms and legs. The bell rings and Gail raises Debbie and Dona’s arms in a sign of victory.
Both Mark and I lie on the mat unable to stand or even move. Debbie stands over Mark with her arms in the air. Dona stands over me in her victory pose. In the ring for less than 4min. we have been forced into a submission loss. Gail takes the ring mike and announces the finish. “ In just 3min and 48 sec. the winner of both falls, by double submission The Biker Babes”. The crowd is on its feet cheering the hometown girls, the fans begin to chant “ Biker Babes – Biker Babes – Biker Babes”. The victorious female wrestlers strut around the ring acknowledging the cheers of their fans.
It’s several minuets before either Mark or I can get to our feet. Pulling our self’s up by the ring ropes we stagger back to our corner. Heads bowed holding on to the ropes for support we are humiliated by our one-sided defeat. Dropping to our knees we slid under the bottom rope and out of the ring. As we make our way up the isle heading back to our dressing room the wrestling fans in the arena begin to chant “ LOSERS – LOSERS – LOSERS”. Although the chanting hurts our pride, the fans have it right. Tonight we were losers and we suffered a huge defeat. I for one never want to be beaten like that again.