The W.O.H.P., Part 1: Barb's Halloween Adventure
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Cast Of Characters:
Barb: Main character, 5'6", 36 years old, married, average figure and build, 34B-25-36, ~130lb, works out occasionally, but not a fitness freak. Short, reddish-brown, wavy hair. Dressed as female wrestler. [WSQ* 7]
Melinda: A fairly recent acquaintance of Barb's from her office, 6'0", 23 years old, single, very thin, 32AA-23-34, ~140lb, likes to jog once in a while, very long legs, especially light complexion, freckles all over her body. Very long, straight, bright red hair. Dressed as Baywatch lifeguard. [WSQ 2]
Laurie: Barb's recent opponent at the WOHP, 5'8", 31 years old, married, fairly thin but not skinny, 34B-24-35, ~135lb, goes to the health club for aerobics twice a week. Very short, dark brown, tightly curled hair. Dressed as female wrestler. [WSQ 6]
Charlene: Office acquaintance of Barb's and host of the WOHP, 5'7", 36 years old, divorced, 36D-26-37, ~150lb, well rounded figure, somewhat overweight, doesn't work out, but usually watches what she eats. Bleached, long, blonde, straight hair. Dressed as prostitute, complete with garter belt & hose. [WSQ 4]
Julie: A friend of a friend at the WOHP & an unknown quantity for everyone, 5'10", 30 years old, single, 38C-25-36, ~160lb, medium build, reasonably fit, jogs regularly. Medium length, straight, dyed black hair. Dressed as a dominatrix, and probably is one. [WSQ 3]
* WSQ = Wrestling Skills Quotient: A rating from 0 to 10 that takes into account skill, experience & attitude, but does not take into account physical attributes such as height, weight & strength.
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It was half past seven and I was already 30 minutes late for the 'WOHP', as Charlene liked to call it. Most of the single women at the office & a few of the married ones, had received her invitation and RSVP'd within minutes. She must have struck a nerve. I pulled out the invitation and looked it over one more time, grinning from cheek to cheek as I read it out loud:
You are invited to a W.O.H.P.! Just what is a W.O.H.P. you might ask? It's a Women Only Halloween Party of course! And why would I organize such a thing? To find out, first answer these questions for yourself:
Are you tired of men hitting on you all the time with the same old lines, looking only for one thing? Are they keeping you from relaxing, spoiling your good time? Wouldn't you rather spend Halloween with the girls and really let your hair down and shed those nasty preconceptions & inhibitions?
That is why the W.O.H.P. is needed. Don't let some hormonal male spoil your good time! Be there or be square!
Date: Halloween Night, 7:00pm
Place: Party Room, Heritage Hall Apartments
Food: Snacks provided, BYOB
Very Important Rule #1: Only females are allowed - no exceptions! You can bring a friend or two, as long as they are women.
Very Important Rule #2: This is a costume party - everyone must wear one or be turned away at the door. Furthermore, the costume should say something about the wearer, the inner 'you' - about who you'd be if there were no constraints upon your life. And don't be afraid to stretch the truth where necessary!
RSVP to Charlene by 10/29.
Normally, I wouldn't attend something like the WOHP since I'm happily married. I'm not bothered by men 'hitting on me' anymore, in fact, sometimes I find it quite flattering. But 'hubby' was away for the week on business and I had little else to do other than stay home alone & hand out treats at the door. So, I decided to go to the WOHP with Melinda, a younger friend from work.
My costume didn't fit quite right and hubby wasn't here to help me out. Maybe a few well-placed safety pins would do the job. I quickly hemmed my blouse in at the waist a little. There, that looked much better now. It clung to my boobs just right, hugging me just above my bare waist. I grabbed the 6-pack of mineral water and rushed out the door. I still had to pick up my friend Melinda on the way. I dialed her on my cell with my new ETA, jumped in the car, and roared off. I didn't want to be any later than I had to.
I pulled up to the curb in front of Melinda's place and she came out in a rush. I could see why, too. She was dressed as a Baywatch lifeguard, complete with form-fitting swimming suit & a little lifesaving thingee. So what did that say about the 'inner her', I mused?
She literally jumped into the car and shut the door, slamming a bottle of Southern Comfort down on the seat between us. "I didn't want my neighbors to see me!" Melinda huffed as she caught her breath.
"I can see why! That's some costume you've got there. You got a thing for lifeguards?" I probed. Melinda sure didn't look the part with her thin frame. Although… … I considered, even though she didn't have the boobs to fill out the top half of the suit, she really made up for it in the bottom half with that cute little butt & those long, supermodel's legs. What the heck, I was ready to believe, and besides, the invitation said to stretch the truth as needed.
"Oh maybe, but not the way you think. Besides, what the heck are you? What's with the black leather two-piece outfit and all? You look funny as heck!" Melinda roared hysterically.
"Hey, it's the inner me. I'm a lady wrestler, you know, like that dark haired powerhouse on WWF."
"So the rumors are true. You are into wrestling?" Melinda asked.
I had to answer her in full, lest she not understand. "That's right, but only for fun - not competitively. And, only with other women. Men would only spoil it, you know."
"Yeah, I suppose they would. So, you say you wrestle for fun. How's that?" she queried.
Yes! I had her interested now. "It can be for exercise or fun, even sexual." Oops, the cat was out of the bag. What would Melinda say now? I'd been hoping to wrestle with her for some time, interested in how she might use those long legs against me, but was this the right way to spring it on her?
"How can it be sexual? You're in a fight and all," she asked.
"Well, I suppose it’s the close contact in a physical competition. You know, all the skin contact." I hesitated a moment and then continued. "There is the domination aspect, too."
After a moment's thought, Melinda looked me in the eyes and said, "Yes, I can see that. It might be fun to wrestle someone and force them to submit to you."
"You got it!" I beamed back. Unfortunately, we'd just arrived at the apartment complex. I'd have to continue this very promising conversation another time.
Melinda & I hurried up the sidewalk to the party room, not wanting to be seen by any of the myriad trick-or-treaters strolling by with their parents. We stepped inside and were greeted by a crush of women in costumes - all sorts of costumes. It was a very large party - and no men in sight! What a relief! This would be great!
Absolutely everyone had followed the rules. The costumes were inventive and widely varied. Everyone was required to wear nametags - not with their actual names, but instead stating who or what they were dressed as. There was a policewoman, track star, 2 rock stars (Britney & Mariah), tennis player (Anna K.), prostitute (complete with garter belt & hose), Olympic swimmer, Batman (did Batman have 36C boobs?) & Catwoman, cowgirl, genie in a bottle (Barbara Eden style), several princesses, someone that could only be a dominatrix, an Indian maiden (I didn't think a two-piece, bare midriff outfit was quite on target, but what the heck), supermodel (Naomi), plumber, cat burglar, movie star (Anjolina J.), stripper, gymnast, and even a Wall Street financier.
But my worst fear was also realized. There was an unfamiliar woman dressed in the same outfit as me. And both of our nametags read 'Chyna, Female Wrestler'. Now what? And then Melinda noticed her too, having the nerve to point in her direction. "Hey, it looks like you've got competition. Maybe you two can have a catfight or something?" she chimed to me, feigning complete innocence.
The other Chyna noticed our interest. At that point, all we could do was walk over and talk to her. She seemed to be with my friend Christine, who was dressed as a gymnast. Christine was already pointing at me, probably saying something to the other Chyna similar to what Melinda had said to me. As we got closer, the other Chyna smiled warmly and introduced herself as Laurie, saying "I think our two friends want us to have a match or something, but I doubt that will be necessary. I think you already know Christine."
I introduced Melinda and myself, as well. I liked Laurie instantly, and I certainly didn't feel any animosity towards her. "Yes, I don't see any reason to 'have it out,'" I responded jokingly. There was no need to antagonize a new friend.
But then Melinda jumped in. "But she's wearing the exact same outfit as you. Aren't you supposed to have a catfight or something to settle this?"
I gave Melinda a dirty look and whispered so only she could hear, "Don't worry, you'll get yours!"
Laurie handled it coolly. "Oh, come on. I'm more flattered than anything else. The fact that Barb has the same outfit means I made a good choice."
But Christine piped up, asking her "What's the matter Laurie, are you chicken?"
Laurie responded, "I think Christine here has overstepped herself. Please excuse us for a minute." Laurie grabbed Christine's arm and dragged her off in the other direction, obviously a bit displeased.
But then, Charlene, our host, strolled over to talk. "What's the matter?" she teased. Can't you two wrestlers get along?"
Before I could say anything, Melinda jumped in, "No they can't - obviously, there's bad blood between them."
I punched Melinda lightly on the arm, indicating for her to keep her big mouth shut.
That was all the proof Charlene needed. "Yes, I can see you're aggressive types. There's only one way to settle something like this." Charlene turned on her heels to find Laurie & Christine.
In the meantime, I let Melinda have a piece of my mind. "I'm not here to fight someone. I actually like Laurie! I was looking forward to having a good time. Just wait 'til I catch you alone sometime. You'll pay for this!"
Melinda didn't seem too rattled. "Anytime… anytime," she replied. "But at the moment, I think you'll need a 'second' for what's about to take place. By the look of things, I think Charlene is setting up a match for you with Laurie. Here they come."
Charlene spoke up first. "I explained to Laurie that you had challenged her to a wrestling match."
"That isn't..." but Melinda jabbed me in the ribs before I could finish.
Melinda continued for me, "That isn't quite right is it Barb? What Barb really wanted was to rip that outfit right off of Laurie."
I stepped in, giving Melinda a deadly look. "I said no such thing! I don't fight like that, ever!"
Charlene's interest was definitely piqued. "OK, Barb, just how do you like to fight?"
I was trapped now. I had to say something. "I only wrestle in friendly matches. I'm not out to hurt anyone."
Then Christine piped up, nudging Laurie as she spoke. "But you're both wearing the same costume. You can't let that go unchallenged."
Now it was Laurie's turn to give Christine a deadly stare, saying sternly, "I'll decide what I want. You butt out or you won't get off unchallenged, yourself."
But then I noticed we had drawn a crowd, and I heard murmurs & whispers behind me. "Catfight, catfight, they can't let this go, they can't wear the same outfit." I guess everyone was a bit tipsy and had loosed their inhibitions. Still, I was hopeful that this would blow over uneventfully.
I should have known better. Charlene piped up loudly to get everyone's attention. "I think there's only one way to settle this. And we all know what that is. How about it Barb and Laurie? Are you going to wrestle it out? What would your namesake think if you backed out now?"
I looked over at Laurie, trying to put on a pleasant smile, finally realizing the inevitability of it all. "What do you think? I'm game if you are?"
Laurie smiled back. "OK, but only a friendly contest. This is a wrestling match - not a catfight."
That was fine with me and I nodded my assent.
Charlene took over at this point. "Yes!! We have a match! Let's grab a few mats from the exercise room and set them up in the middle of the room." A few women went off and dragged two large exercise mats over and set them up. The combined mats formed about a 15-foot square, plenty of room for a match.
Charlene again took charge, appearing more like an emcee, loudly proclaiming the event as it unfolded. "Wrestlers, have you selected your seconds?"
Melinda and Christine quickly raised their hands. It was a no-brainer. This was all their doing in the first place. I'd make Melinda pay with a wrestling lesson all her own.
Charlene spoke up once more, nodding to Melinda and Christine. "Seconds, prepare your charges. Melinda, take your Chyna to the Women's bathroom. Christine, take yours to the Men's bathroom. Don't return until they are naked. This match will determine who will be allowed to put her costume back on!"
A wild cheer came from the crowd! Now what had I gotten myself into I muttered as Melinda led me away. When we were alone, I cornered Melinda saying, "Don't think you're getting out of this one without payback. You're wrestling me later tonight, alone at your place & naked! And you can't say no!"
Melinda nodded OK, smiling impishly, not worried in the least. I knew I'd been set up, but it didn't seem so bad right now. In fact, the idea of wrestling naked in front of a group of women didn't seem too bad either. With a slight attitude adjustment, this could even be fun! I set my frame of mind properly as I handed my leather top to Melinda. She was staring straight at me, and I knew she was giving me the once-over. Now I understood Melinda's willingness to fight naked with me later. Well so be it. I peeled off my leather bottoms and handed them over to her, too, noticing Melinda's eyes follow my every movement. I'd deal with her later.
We returned from the bathroom slowly but surely. I felt like everyone was staring at me, and, as a matter of fact they were. Laurie and Christine were already standing in the mat area with Charlene, who was holding Laurie's outfit. Charlene motioned and Melinda handed over my outfit.
While we were waiting for the crowd to quiet down, I slipped over next to Laurie and whispered a simple question to her, "Have you ever done this before?"
"Yes, a few times," she said. "How about you?"
"The same," I replied.
And that was all the time we had as Charlene's booming voice took charge. "This will be a one fall match. The winner gets to put their costume back on, and the loser doesn't get hers back until the party is over."
Jeez Louise!! Charlene sure had a creative and somewhat twisted mind. Maybe I'd have to give her a wrestling lesson someday, too. I looked over at Laurie, and she shrugged her shoulders, indicating our helplessness in the matter. I noticed her boobs bounce a little as she did. It was at this point that I finally checked out her body type. Laurie was about 5'8 and kind of thin. Her short, curly brown hair literally glowed under the glare of the track lights above the wrestling area. She had medium sized boobs with pinkish nipples, and kind of a small rear end. Her dark pubic hair was neatly trimmed. She appeared to be of average strength - in shape, but not muscular. I took another look at her boobs and was surprised to realize they were nearly identical to mine - same size, shape and coloration. This could be interesting.
Then I noticed Laurie was doing the same to me, literally giving me the once-over. My nipples hardened immediately. We were about equal physically, which was the way I liked it. The match would go to the more skilled wrestler.
Charlene piped up again. "Wrestlers and their seconds… take your corners," she shouted. "There will be no time limit to this one-fall match. Winner will be decided by either pin or submission."
As we moved to our corners, I mused that Charlene's knowledge of wrestling procedures was a real giveaway. She had to be into wrestling, herself. I vowed to find out later. But Charlene interrupted my thoughts once again. "Ok, let's start this thing!" Then she shouted, "DING!!" and we were off.
The rest of the women gathered around all 4 sides of the mat, several deep in most places. We couldn't have escaped even if we wanted. But as I sized up Laurie, I knew escape was the furthest thing from either of our minds. We circled each other for a few moments, looking for a weakness in the other to present itself. Then we met in the middle and locked up, arms to shoulders. I tried to maneuver Laurie for a trip, but she would have none of that. We pushed and pulled, trying to knock the other to the floor. Her boobs jiggled as we flew around, and I couldn't help wondering what they would feel like up close. But this was a test of strength, and I had to pay attention, lest Laurie would get the better of me.
I was mildly aware of the women along the edge of the mat, murmuring to each other, and occasionally yelling encouragement to one or the other of us. Thankfully, I heard cheers for both of us, especially from Christine, Melinda & Charlene.
At one point, we got too close to the edge of the mat, and the crowd flung us back towards the middle. Unfortunately, I tripped and fell to the mat as a result, but I managed to grab Laurie's ankle as I did, bringing her down, too. Using Laurie's ankle, I pulled her towards me, and her ass skidded along the mat with her legs spread wide. Laurie wasn't modest in the least as she twisted and turned, trying to get free. I leaped on her, front to front, and we became a tangled mass of arms & legs as we rolled around the mat. So, far, it hadn't really been a wrestling match - just a free-for-all.
Screaming erupted all around us as the gathered women got excited at this turn of events. I tuned it out as best I could and concentrated on the task at hand. But as our bodies crushed together in a tangled mess, I couldn't help noticing how nice Laurie's firm, yet soft body felt against mine. The next thing I knew, I was becoming moist. And then I noticed Laurie's female scent and realized we were both in the same condition. Maybe that was for the best - we both knew where we stood, so to speak.
As we struggled, expending our energies in that ridiculous free-for-all, a funny thing happened - an actual wrestling match erupted. We became too tired to continue at a high energy level and had to start choosing our moves wisely. I got behind Laurie and grabbed one of her arms and twisted it behind her for a hammerlock. I put my other arm around her, right on the breasts and pulled back hard. Laurie's back arched harshly. Part of me hoped she would submit, but part of me didn't. I didn't want it to be too easy, or be over too soon.
I needn't have worried. Laurie regained her composure, leaning downward and rolling, effectively flipping me over her. Before I knew it Laurie was on me like a cat, straddling me at the waist, trying to take control of my arms. Our crotches were grinding against each other as I desperately tried to hold her off. It took a few moments, but then Laurie grabbed my arms and moved into position for a Schoolgirl pin. Her ass was resting on my boobs, and her knees were on my shoulders. My arms were under Laurie's legs, against the sides of my body. My eyes were looking up her thighs, considering what might be next. Laurie was looking me over from above, seeing if I was distressed about our circumstances. She smiled as she saw my willingness to continue towards whatever may come, so to speak.
Part of me was thinking that maybe this would be OK, but the other part of me wanted to fight on and win. The fact that we were 'on display' before a large group of women never entered my mind. It was just me & Laurie, and we would settle this thing ourselves, as if it were just the two of us.
I decided that I wasn't ready to give up. I clawed my fingers into Laurie's ass and bridged my body at the same time. Then I pushed her ass up and over my head, getting free. It had been a major effort on my part, and my energy level was very low.
I rolled over, trying to get to my feet, but Laurie was too fast, coming up behind and securing me in a standing full nelson. As Laurie increased the pressure, all I could think was 'out of the frying pan and into the fire.' Laurie maneuvered me all around the mat, my bare, hyper-extended body seemingly on display for the gathered women. I was just hoping she'd get careless & I'd find an opening. Laurie asked me to submit, but I ignored her. I wasn't done yet.
Then my chance came. Laurie came up close behind me, probably to ask for my submission. I gave her a hard 'butt-check' with my ass into her waist. As she fell away from me a few steps, the full nelson unraveled and I was set free.
Laurie stood there for a moment, frustrated about losing the hold. We circled each other for a minute, as I didn't want to engage too soon, hoping to loosen my neck muscles and catch my breath. I looked at her patiently stalking me, her skin glistening with sweat. Then I noticed that I, too, was drenched in sweat. It was an all-consuming battle, and it felt great!
Finally, I felt ready and moved towards Laurie. I tried a beginner's move and went for her leg. I clamped my arms around her left thigh and attempted a lift, but Laurie had already secured her arms over my back and locked them together near my waist. We were both crouched over, me trying to unbalance Laurie by lifting her leg, and Laurie trying to stop me by grabbing around me from above. It was an awkward position and we soon fell sideways to the mat. I knew the danger I was in and quickly slid my head away from her thighs, deftly avoiding a head scissors. But Laurie wasn't so lucky, she'd concentrated on offense so much she didn't think to avoid my head scissors. Now I was finally in control, although this version of the hold was far from ideal as I was facing away from Laurie, which made it hard to secure her for long, especially because we were so slippery with sweat. I grabbed one of her arms, but the other was free to force me away, pushing at my thighs and ass. I responded with intense pressure on Laurie's neck. I could feel her hot breath against the inside of my thighs, as she gasped for relief. I asked Laurie to submit, but instead she used what was probably her last ounce of strength to push me off. It had been worth it though, because now Laurie was as tired as me.
Laurie rose to her feet and came at me again quickly as I was rising. I had little time to plan any move. I just stood up and flung my arms around her as she came, catching her in a bear hug. I had gotten lucky. Laurie was at a big disadvantage, my hands locked behind her back, squeezing her as best I could. I'm certainly no powerhouse, but neither was she as I saw her scowl in disgust. I smiled as she grimaced, crushing her boobs against mine. The feeling was almost indescribable - soft, yet firm at the same time.
Our crotches did a dance of destruction as Laurie's legs searched for a way to uproot me and knock me down. Finally, she was able to trip me and we crashed back to the mat. I held on for dear life and managed to keep the bear hug on her as we ended up lying on our sides. Our legs intertwined almost automatically, and I was becoming very aroused. Laurie's female scent was heavy in the air as was my own, and I knew we were locked in a different kind of struggle now, one that I was determined to win.
I bear-hugged her chest, and our slippery & sweaty, nearly identical boobs pressed at each other, sometimes rubbing back & forth, or sometimes rubbing up & down against each other - definitely a very exciting maneuver. Then one of Laurie's thighs rubbed against my crotch, and I was engulfed in a wave of pleasure. I reluctantly released her chest as the passion overwhelmed me. And then, Laurie locked her arms around me and began to squeeze back.
Two could play this game. I locked my hands behind her again & we squeezed at each other face to face. Then I forced my thigh against her crotch. It was war now, and I swore that I would win as we rolled around the mat intertwined in each other.
It had become very quiet in the room, as all the women in the room were spellbound by our tangled mass of arms and legs struggling on the mat before them, sensing that the end of the climactic battle was near. Laurie & I were desperate for that final moment of victory, when one of us would have to yield to the other. Finally I heard a little squeal from Laurie, not a physical exertion kind of squeal, but a pleasurable one. I knew I had her now.
I released Laurie and pushed her onto her back. I mounted her in a Schoolgirl pin, and she didn't resist. Laurie was totally spent and I was completely oblivious to the onlookers as I positioned myself closer in, rocking forward and back slowly. Laurie's proficiency with her tongue was great, and so was my level of arousal - it didn't take long. Nothing else mattered as I shuddered repeatedly, racked with spasms of pleasure.
Finally, it was over and I again became aware of my surroundings - and, a bit embarrassed, too. I stood up sheepishly, and then helped Laurie up, too. We gave each other a hug, and the room exploded with applause and cheering. I wasn't embarrassed any longer. In fact, I felt great. Then, Laurie whispered in my ear, "Just wait until the rematch - I'll have my revenge!" I had to admit that I was looking forward to a rematch, too, perhaps in a more private setting. Or maybe hubby could come along and watch??
And then Charlene took charge, "Attention please. Can I have your attention, please? I'm sure no one here has ever witnessed anything like the battle the two of you just waged. You are both to be congratulated. But Barb has bested Laurie and has earned the right to put her outfit back on."
Charlene continued, "Laurie, well fought, but I'll have to keep your outfit until the party is over."
Laurie didn't seem too put out, having to remain naked for the rest of the evening. I continued to stare at her as I pulled my female wrestler outfit back on. Melinda was at my side during all of this. I whispered to her, "Just wait, you'll get yours."
Melinda replied softly, "Promises, promises. Why not right now?"
"If you hadn't noticed, I'm a little bushed at the moment. You'll have to wait until later."
"Yeah, I'd agree that you're bushed, alright."
I smiled wickedly at her, but before I could say anything more, a few of the women started chanting, "More... more… more wrestling, more... more… more wrestling … " Then even more women joined in with the chant.
Charlene, always quick to size up a situation, stood high up on a chair, shouting loudly, "That wasn't enough wrestling for tonight, was it?"
More than a few women yelled back loudly, "NO WAY!!"
Charlene kept at it, "OK, here's what we'll do. We can hardly expect Barb and Laurie to go at it again. Besides, why should they have all the fun? Let's get two more grapplers out here on the mat. Do I have any volunteers?"
But nobody responded. Maybe shyness was the problem. Charlene waited for a few moments, and then began again. "I can see we're all a bit too reserved to come forward. Let's try something else. I'll put this empty bowl on the counter. What I want you to do is this: Walk around the room as the evening progresses and look for someone you'd like to wrestle. But don't say anything to them! Instead, write down their costume name as well as your own, and drop it in this bowl. I'll look for match-ups. As soon as I find two women that have chosen each other, we'll start this thing again. And, I must say, I can see a lot of potential out there. For example, the cowgirl versus the Indian maiden, 'Batman' versus Catwoman, Britney versus Mariah, or even 'second' versus 'second'. I'll let you know when we're ready to start again.
I could hardly believe it. The WOHP had turned into a wrestling party. There was no telling what would happen next. I walked over towards Charlene as she was setting up the 'match bowl', looking forward to a little chitchat. "Well, are you happy now? I got the distinct feeling I was set up. Did Melinda or Christine put you up to this?"
"No, no. It was entirely my idea. I'd heard the rumors about you & wrestling, and I wanted to check them out. Although, when I told Melinda, she was eager to help set you up. And I had no way of knowing that both you and Laurie would dress as female wrestlers. It was simple after that."
"Yeah, that was lucky, at least for you."
"If I'm not mistaken, you appeared to be enjoying yourself, especially at the finale."
"Yeah, for sure. But I still feel like we have a score to settle." She certainly deserved a comeuppance.
"Oh really. Aren't you a bit tuckered out?" asked Charlene, a slight smile forming on her lips.
"Yeah, how about another night real soon? I'll see you at the office tomorrow & we can set it up."
I turned away briskly and walked back towards Melinda. Then I noticed 3 or 4 slips were already in the 'match bowl.' And, Melinda & Christine were standing nearby each other, both grinning like Cheshire cats. What a sharp contrast they made. One was tall, skinny & kind of scrawny and the other was short, very fit & fairly strong. Had they entered each other's names in the 'match bowl'? I couldn't wait to find out. I really wanted to see such an odd match-up. I hoped very much that they would go at it.
I could see that it wouldn't be long before another match started. There was too much of a buzz of excitement in the crowd. And, Charlene was gleefully going through the many match slips that had been turned in, pairing up many of them.
I had to ask myself, would it be as fun to be a spectator as it was to be a wrestler?? I'd soon find out!!
The End (of Chapter 1).