Title: The Fighting Life

"Hi, my name is Magda and I am wrestler." You wouldn't belive the
reaction this gets from people. Some are so shocked they can't say a
word while others are so turned on they can't stop asking questions.
I've been using that line for years since I discovered it gives me a
good idea of the kind of person I'm talking to. Right now, I'm at a nice
little club in Miami talking to a very cute guy and apparently getting a
good response from my line.
"Do you ever do private matches or are you strictly professional." he
asks me with a gleam in is eye.
"I've done all kinds of matches from prostyle to submission wrestling.
Got something in mind?" I answer back with my own eyes gleaming. Some
guys like to wrestle around before getting down and dirty with a lady. I
don't mind since I really can take care of my self and its usually a
nice warm up for more pleasurable activities we can do on the floor.
He's looking a little funny at me and says"Would you be willing to
wrestle another girl for me?" This surprises me for only a second since
I've done private matches before where I wrestled some guys girlfriend
or wife. It is a turn on for a lot of folks to see their woman rolling
on the ground with another woman. Some have been serious competitive
matches but most have been the slap and tickle variety. I don't mind as
long as the pay is good and nothing too kinky happens. Most of the women
prefer to play wrestle with me when they get a good look at me in my
fight gear rather than go at it for real even if that was the original
deal. OH, I forgot I haven't described myself yet. Sorry. I'm 5'10 and
about 130 lbs. and most of that's still muscle thanks to the gym five
times a week. I'm in my early 30's and no you won't get any more info
about that statistic. I'm what I like to call athletically voluptuous
which means I've got enough T&A to hold my own anywhere and my long red
hair only adds to the effect.
"I've got a problem with this girl." he blurts out. I nod and encourage
him to give details about this girl. 'I've been going out with Hilda for
awhile and it's not working out. She is a competitor in Judo tournaments
and she is a very skilled fighter. When I told her it was over, she said
she'd beat the hell out of any girl I got involved with. She said only a
woman stronger than her would replace her in my life. It's this
competitive attitude that drove me away from her and so far three girls
I've dated have gotten beat up by her. I need help and will pay whatever
I have to to get my life back."
I nod in sympathy. I've heard variations of this story before and it
really pisses me off. Usually it involves a strong woman fighter whose
drunk with her own strength and takes it out on the man in her life. It
usually takes a bitter defeat to wake them up to reality and I don't
mind being the one who administers it. I've had more than one guy scared
off because he was afraid I'd break his arm and I don't need some bitch
making things worse on the dating scene by giving guys a bad image about
women fighters. "Honey, this ones only gonna cost you dinner and maybe
something else later on." He smiles at that and gives me a gym address
and says to meet them there tomorrow at 8p.m.
"See you then." I say and decided to call it a night. I always want to
get a good night's sleep before a fight. When the fights for real, you
need it.
Next night I show up at the gym and he and some other folks are waiting
for me outside. "Hi." I say give him a big kiss as a preview of my fee
and he smiles. "You can change in the back" he says and as I pass the
ring, I see my opponent for tonight stretching out. She's tall, about
6'0 but real thin almost like a model. She looks wiry and I remember he
said she competes at Judo. Better try to take her out with power moves
and avoid the mat as much as possible. I'm no slouch with chokes and
grapples but you always have to be careful when going against someone
who uses such moves very regularly in competition. I change into my
wrestling outfit which is a black one piece and black wrestling boots.
Hilda has taken off her robe revealing a taut body barely covered by a
white two piece suit and has tied her long blond hair up to keep it out
of the way. We both stand in the center of the ring while another girl
who will be acting as ref tells us the rules. Pretty basic stuff:KO's or
submission only and the winner can accept or refuse the submission until
she's ready. That last part makes me wonder if she a friend of Hilda.
"He's mine!" Hilda snarls hits me square in the stomach. Serves me right
for not paying attention to my real enemy. I drop to my knees trying to
suck in some air when Hilda slaps on a guillotine choke to stop me from
getting my wind back. I know how dangerous this hold can be since I've
KOed more than one girl with it so I immediately punch up with my right
had to her small breast. AGGG!!!!! is all she says but she lets go and I
backpedal to get some room to work. I'm gonna hurt this girl alright and
I'm gonna embarrass here by taking her out in the most humiliating way a
fighter can lose.
Apparently she isn't used to having one of her man's girls fight back
because she has a surprised look on her. I take advantage of it by
suddenly charging and delivering a wicked headbutt to her middle. The
air goes out of her in one big WOOOSH!!! and she starts to drop to the
mat but I catch her by the hair and hit her with three sharp knees to
the chest and abdomen. I'm normally a nice girl but like most wrestlers,
that changes once I step foot in the ring, especially if my opponent
pisses me off. Guess what? I'M PISSED!!! Her little cheap shot put her
on the top of my shit list quick. I'm starting to wonder if she really
does compete or if she just had some lessons, learned a few things and
has been getting buy on intimidation because of her height. The way
she's sobbing on the mat from the blows I gave make me think she lied to
her man to keep him in line and to discourage any rivals he might find.
I pull her up by the hair again and give her a vicious chop to the chest
that sends her in to the ropes screaming in pain. Not much padding up
their and a couple more chops has her holding her chest in agony. I
decide to start with the poser moves and give her a body slam which
knocks the air out of her again. I pick her up again as if I'm going for
another slam but then drop her on her stomach across my knee. I hear
some retching sounds coming from her and she is trying hard to breathe
and not doing very well. Either this girl has never competed for real or
she has no idea what to do outside the rules of her Judo arena. As I go
to pick her up, the bitch sucker punches me in the crotch! It hurts like
hell and the only thing saving me from going down in a heap is the fact
that the blow hardly had any force behind it. It does however serve to
make me even madder than before and I show her this dropping both my
knees into her stomach. Now she really making some strange sounds. I
shoot a couple of stiff punches to her guts and get even stranger sounds
as she desperately tries to breathe. I've been hitting her middle hard
to keep her breathless for the finishing move I decided to use and now
seems a good time to use it before she can cheapshot me again. I lift
her into a seated position and dig my fingers into both sides of her
neck. This nasty little hold is called the Python Sleeper and is the
nastiest of the sleeper family. Not only are the arteries pinched but
the sensitive nerve clusters in the neck also get worked on. The pain
delays the person from going out very quickly and makes the entire agony
seem to last forever. Hilda is thrashing wildly beneath me screaming
like a banshee and I've got a smile on my face remembering the
cheapshots she hit me with. Hilda's arms are slowing down and her
screams have become a kind of muffled whimpering as her hold on
consciousness begins to fade. The ref moves in and asks if she
gives."No." is barely out of her mouth when I double the pressure making
her squeal like a little girl. After a few seconds more, the ref asks
her again and the word "submit" comes out.
"Uh uh, no chance. She's going out. I refuse her submission." Hilda
whimpers and the ref glares at me but I just smile and squeeze even
harder. For a fighter, being KOed is the most embarrassing defeat
possible and I intend to break this bitch. Hilda slumps back against my
leg and the ref checks her hand three times before announcing she's out.
I release the hold and Hilda flops down on the mat twitching from the
damage I've done to the nerves in her neck. I raise my hands in victory
in front of my new guy and he smiles like a kid at Christmas. As I come
out of the back in my normal clothes, Hilda is just starting to come
around and realizing she no longer has her man. I put my arm around him,
look Hilda in her tear filled eyes and say "Now he's mine. Stay away or
I'll make the next lesson longer and much more painful." Hilda can only
nod her head while softly crying as we stroll out of the gym.
"Now about that dinner..." is the last thing she hears as we close the
door behind us.

THE END

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