Madeleine was now wondering if accepting the challenge-match here in ‘The Society’s’ arena with this big blonde amazon had been a good idea… To be sure, it had been imperative that she accept the challenge against this formidable blonde—to do otherwise would negate ever again having a chance to gain a position as a member within this society of women wrestlers. The prospect of wrestling another well-endowed woman had lured the sensual brunette into traveling down here with Beth, her friend and mentor of many years. What they would never have imagined, however, was the formidable opponent—a protégé’ of the president of The Society—that had been brought in to test Madeleine in her first match… The brunette was starting to have second thoughts about the outcome now…

Those second thoughts had started when the big, sensual blonde woman had entered the arena, slowly climbed through the ropes and then stood brazenly in her corner facing the brunette so she could examine the woman that she had traveled so far to wrestle. Madeleine now fully understood what kind of woman she would be matched against… The big, darkly tanned woman that stood across from Maddy was, in every aspect, unbelievable, and she was hopelessly captivated by this woman as she drank-in the full, fabulous body that this younger woman possessed.

The blonde was wearing a string bikini that had the smallest strings she had ever seen on a suit--there was no doubt that this woman wanted as little as possible left to the imagination when she wrestled, as the suit openly, blatantly, displayed her fabulous body for the crowd--and her opponent--to mesmerize over. And Madeleine was mesmerized--even embarrassed--the brunette scolded herself because she knew she was unable to take her eyes off of this woman's sensual body, unable to tear her eyes away from wandering all over this woman's fabulous physique. The monofilaments of her string thong merely connected to patches of small material that barely covered her womanhood and nipples--the strain that this woman's heavy breasts were putting on the strings had everyone waiting for them to break. Her sensual but solid body was liberally oiled for tonight's match, gleaming seductively in the glare of the arena lights--Madeleine knew immediately that this woman was going to feel incredibly erotic when they both began to crush against each other during this match. That was the effect the oil had on the women, but it wasn't the purpose--each wrestler applied the oil to make it harder for her opponent to get any kind of hold or leverage on her body to use to advantage. But, truth be told, all the women who wrestled in this league knew the erotic effects the oily body of another stunning beauty had on each other when they would crush against each other during these intense contests--it was something that seemed to add to the eroticism of these intense matches….

The blonde's body pulsed and heaved in a sensual rhythm as she sucked in deep breaths of the humid air of the coliseum, letting her brunette opponent drink-in the heady view of this striking woman she was about to wrestle. Madeleine knew she was going to be in the toughest match of her career so far, seeing this big beauty up close like this for the first time. Tough for two points…

The first was the fact that Madeleine had watched some simply stunning tapes of this big woman's matches against other opponents up to this point—there was no doubt that this woman loved to wrestle another beautiful, sensually endowed woman. Watching the matches, Madeleine also noticed that once the big blonde got the upper hand in a match, she kept it. There was no doubt, however, when one watched how the big amazon subdued her opponents with knowing precision that her strategy was a sound one—although she was new to wrestling, she was devastating with her bodywork, and she never let up on the poor woman until she either pinned her or applied a stunning submission hold to end the match. As she viewed the tapes, Madeleine had noticed that the young blonde took a particular interest in working on her opponent's belly… The big woman would concentrate an extensive number of body-punches to her opponent’s sensual midriff, seemingly knowing that her fists would eventually (quickly, in some cases) work through the woman’s abdominal muscles, allowing her to weaken the beauty queen substantially. To a woman, none of them had been able to sustain the combinations of punches to their sensual bodies that the blonde worked them over with. Usually, these beauty queens were on rubber-leg street, unable to put up any fight, and ready to be pinned by the time Nicole had finished working on their midsections. The gorgeous blonde obviously knew what a woman's weakness was, and the big woman’s sustained body-punching to her opponent’s midsections would guarantee putting most women away for the match.

Once her opponent had succumbed, the big amazon obviously enjoyed purposefully prolonging the other woman's agony (or was it ecstasy?) by slowly and methodically punishing her opponent's body. The blonde loved to work on the bodies of the beauty queens she wrestled--Madeleine had watched her administer combinations of devastating body punches to her sensual opponents that had them completely helpless to defend themselves. It was truly a spectacle to behold, as the big amazon seemingly enjoyed her craft of working over her opponent. Once her opponent was subdued, the big blonde would take her time working on a beauty queen's body, working her up and down with punches to her belly, chest, back and sides that would leave the woman helpless to defend herself any longer. She then would put the helpless, rubber-legged women through a series of debilitating but sensual wrestling holds that would wear her opponent down. But when she watched the matches, Madeleine realized that the main effect—aside from prolonging the woman’s agony--was to provide a stunning, erotic spectacle for the audience to watch--which they did, completely entranced. The big woman would put the woman into a series of sensually debilitating holds that openly displayed the victim's incredible body, while at the same time emphasizing the control that the blonde exercised over the helpless woman, continuing to wear her out. The beauty queen’s helpless but pained expression said it all—the blonde was controlling her, she was unable to do anything about it, and she was at the big amazon’s mercy until she either applied one of her patented submission holds on her or pinned her to end the match. Unfortunately, the big amazon never seemed to be in any hurry to end it to put the beaten woman out of her misery…

“So what am I doing here, anyway?”, Madeleine thought to herself as she eyed this young amazon that beamed confidence and energy.

It had all started with her best friend, who also happened to be her bosses’ wife… An English teacher by trade, Madeleine had met Beth through Mark Weeks, who was the principal of the high school in Westchester, New York at which she taught. At one of the faculty social gatherings at the end of the school year, the two women had met and had hit it off instantly. Maybe it had been their similar personalities, their interests, or seeming likeness to each other--whatever it was, they had bonded over the months, and Madeleine had begun spending a lot of her social time with Beth and Mark on weekends. Subsequently, Madeleine had fallen into a habit of her friend’s—an almost fanatical dedication to physical fitness—and she had started working out with Beth at the local health club in town. Madeleine liked it--it kept her disciplined, physically fit, and she always enjoyed her friend’s company. Beth was an extremely well-put-together lady, and prided herself on her intense workouts. Although the physical results of Beth’s workouts were visibly evident when you looked at what they had done for the redhead’s figure and physique, Madeleine never really understood why this beautiful woman insisted on such intense workouts. But Beth had her level of intensity and her reasons—although Madeleine would have never guessed as to the real reasons Beth pushed herself so much…

Her dear friend, whom she thought she knew everything about, had been—for 15 years now--a member of an organization in the Northeast whose members’ interests were in competitive wrestling. Fifteen years earlier, when Beth was 35 and wondering how her turn into being 40 would hold with her body and her psyche, she had been introduced to this organization by a friend and mentor of her own at the time. After observing one of their events, Beth had been offered an opportunity to join this interesting “society” of women that met regularly for challenging, physical wrestling matches, and she had gladly accepted… Beth had continued her wrestling over the years in this secret society, gaining a reputation as one of the top wrestlers throughout the northeast society, as well as within the other societies that existed throughout the country.

Madeleine was nearing that similar point of her life now, but judging from the kind of fabulous physical shape she was in, the sensual brunette had nothing to worry about turning 40—she worked out fairly regularly and had maintained a VERY feminine shape that middle age hadn’t been able to affect much. At 5’6”, and 175 pounds, she maintained a physique that still turned heads. She would be described as voluptuous—her generous figure was generous in all the right places… Madeleine possessed a wonderfully curvaceous figure that was both sensual and strong. She also prided herself that the lord had seen fit to bestow her with an attention-getting chest that other women wished they had. True, she may have never made the modeling industry, but her sensually curved body was just to her liking—and a lot of men too, thankyou very much. She was surprisingly strong—Madeleine had the larger-muscled legs were both feminine but, if she flexed them, were like iron. She had maintained herself very nicely over the years, and she had someone to thank for that… This was due to the fact that she spent a fair amount of time at the local fitness center that catered to women, usually maintaining her workout schedule with Beth, and because of that—her friend noticed—when Madeleine looked at herself in the mirror, she had the satisfaction knowing that the hard work had certainly paid nice dividends….

On a typical “cool-down” session after their workout on a Friday afternoon at Beth’s over some well-deserved margaritas, Madeleine and Beth would talk like the old friends they were on any subject that crossed their mind until Mark would arrive, where at that point they would all usually go out to dinner. Today, however, an afternoon spent in Beth’s huge hot tub on their huge deck that overlooked the beautiful countryside and letting tired muscles loosen up was the medicine each woman needed—that and the medicine provided by Beth’s infamously-strong “Ritas”. This week was different, however—Mark was at a seminar in Atlanta until next week, so the two women enjoyed each other’s company, the hot water, and the relaxing elixir that Beth had so expertly concocted, mulling over what kind of trouble they should get into.

Beth was rising out of the hot tub to head to the bar to refill their glasses that been quickly drained. Madeleine had to admire her—she had a body that women died to have. She was a tall 5’10” and built like a goddess. Mark’s description for her was typical for a man—“she’s built like a brick shithouse!”—and, quite frankly, Madeleine agreed with the man. The water accented her fabulous body—Beth could have modeled for a swimsuit magazine if she had wanted to Madeleine acknowledged to herself—she had the sexy curves, full breasts and muscular abdominals that would captivate anyone seeing this figure displayed in front of them. Madeleine wondered if Beth knew she was doing just that—did she know how captivating she looked in that thong bikini she had on?

The sensual redhead scooped the brunette’s glass and sauntered slowly over to the bar, her sensual back and buttocks nearly completely nude in her next-to-nothing suit as Madeleine took in the full view of the big woman, admiring her friend’s hard work on her physique. As she poured the drinks, Beth massaged her lower back with one hand, complaining “Damn, Maddy, that hot tub is THE thing for a body after one of our workouts isn’t it?” Beth was walking slowly back to the tub, a drink in each hand, her heavy breasts bobbing sensually with every step she took.

“What do you mean OUR workouts, sweetie?” Madeleine taunted. “YOU’RE the one that blows it out in that gym every day, not me… I’m just tryin’ to maintain my girlish figure!” Madeleine thankfully accepted the frozen drink that was put in her hand by her bartending friend. She watched Beth’s sensual figure slip back into the steamy water ever so slowly, as the water seemed to gladly absorb her fabulous figure.

“Oh you do just fine in there yourself—you’re certainly no lazy bones ‘young lady’!” Beth came back at her. It was her typical taunt of Madeleine since she had already turned 40 'several' (she would smile) years ago.

Madeleine replied “You’re right, but I hope you’re not in there trying to kill yourself over this age thing, Beth. I don’t know what possesses you in there. It’s certainly obvious what the results of that hard work are…” Madeleine made a theatrical move of taking off her sunglasses and eyeballing her friend’s body, batting her eyelashes at her. “But there are a few of the stuck-up bitches in the gym that think you’re a ‘woman possessed’, you old bag!” Madeleine grinned widely as she stuck her sunglasses back on. The drinks were starting to hit where they were supposed to, and she was starting to really relax and feel a little giddy.

“Yeah, I know what those other little beauty queens are thinking…” Beth perused thoughtfully. “Those little trophy wives in the gym in their little spandex suits are soooo judgemental—probably think it’s the “old gal” trying to stave-off the “50’s encroaching her body” type of thing…. God, they just haven’t got a clue…”

“Clue for what, B? You sure this isn’t an age hang-up thing? Trust-me, you needn’t worry about that one, girl… I’ve gotta’ tell you, though, that your workouts seem like you’re always preparing for something… You’re somewhere else sometimes… Hey, you’re not worried about ‘ losing interest or something asinine like that are you? Is that what it’s all about?” Madeleine had to quiz her friend—she had always wondered what was behind her intensity.

“Not for a minute, girlfriend!” Beth joked. “I’ve got more than enough to take care of that man where his “head” is at,” she smiled cunningly. “ I know what he likes, and, hey—turns out once I found out about it, I LOVED it…” Her friend seemed to catch herself giving away something secret and, after a pregnant pause, tried to move on. “Besides, he knows I’d pound him and any trollop he was with if he did stray! They wouldn’t have a chance!” Beth tried to end the subject by seemingly stretching back and moaning as she submerged more of her luscious body into the gently massaging water.

Madeleine wasn’t having it… they usually told each other everything, and the alcohol had, as usual, removed a lot of her normally-conservative personality. “No, no, no, miss cutie!” Madeleine playfully nudged her lounging friend under the water with her foot. “You’re not gonna’ skate-out on this one—what do you mean about this ‘once I found out about it, I loved it too’ stuff?” Madeleine was kidding and goading her friend—she didn’t expect her friend’s response.

Beth had become more serious in her demeanor—guarded actually... “Forget what I said Maddy, I don’t think you’d understand it, AND, I think it would effect our friendship and what you think of me, so let’s just drop this one, huh?”

Madeleine continued to press. “Oh Christ, B, will you stop? I’m not judgemental—at least sure as hell not with you.” They both grinned—they both knew Madeleine had her opinions on certain issues. “You can tell me anything—you’re my friend. Besides, now there’s something I don’t know about you, so you have to tell. Unless, of course, you’re a mass murderer, and then I’ll have ‘ta bring ya in darlin’.” Madeleine drawled. It was Madeleine’s turn to refill the drinks and she rose out of the water, her voluptuous figure straining the bikini she had donned earlier. She leaned over and took Beth’s empty glass and looked at her friend smiling. “Come on, out with it you witch…” She stood up, the water beading off her sensual curves as she faced her friend.

Beth paused in thought, then lowered her sunglasses, looking her friend directly in the eye--her demeanor had changed. “Be careful what you ask for, love, you may be shocked by the answer…”

Madeleine felt a hot flash in her body… She hadn’t thought about what Beth might be trying to guard, and a realization about what she may be pressing her friend about suddenly dawned on her—was Beth possibly “bi”? Madeleine had, in some of her subliminal, far-flung fantasies, run that one through the old fantasy factory herself—she knew that if she had ever experimented with this part of her sexual side, it would be with Beth. But she had never given it a chance to occur, never thought it would possibly happen—it was more like something that would pass through her mind in a fleeting moment, something Madeleine really would never really consider doing.

Madeleine let Beth’s comment hang in the air as she got out of the tub and walked to the bar, her large breasts tugging at the straps that were trying to support her gorgeous globes. The sensual brunette powered up the blender to remix the contents, turned it off and refilled the glasses. Madeleine decided she would not press the matter and let it drop—if her friend wanted her to know, she would have told her… With a glass in each hand she turned around, and—did her surprise show on her face?—found Beth standing in front of her barely a foot away. Madeleine’s legs started to get a little weak as she wondered what Beth was going to do. Was this it? "Are we about to go down that road?" she thought to herself.

Beth took one of the glasses from Madeleine, looking her straight in the eye, and in a serious tone, said “O.K. Maddy, follow me…. Just remember, though, you wanted to know….” And the sensual redhead turned and headed inside the house. Madeleine, after catching her breath, followed her, puzzled by what her friend was up to, but also captivated by the woman’s sensual figure that was luring her forward into the house. Madeleine followed her into the great-room that served as the centerpiece of Beth and Mark's house—it was a cavernous room that had a cathedral ceiling and was dominated by a huge stone fireplace at one end. It could have been featured in any home-designer’s magazine. Mark could have never afforded this place on a principal’s salary—it was mostly Beth’s doing. She was independently wealthy, and they enjoyed all the wealth that Beth had accumulated through her family and her investments Beth picked up a remote controller and pressed a button—Madeleine loved this little option in the house—a huge big-screen television emerged from a huge pedestal bookcase in the center of the room. While it slowly rose on its lift, Beth grabbed two huge towels and threw one to Madeleine.

“What was going on here?” Madeleine was wondering as she dried herself off. She was thankful for the towel because her nipples had transformed to their typical, rock-hard state whenever she got a little chilled from the cool air and her being wet—or was it something else, the brunette wondered… The TV had stopped and Beth was in the process of putting in a tape into the VCR in the cabinet. The sensual redhead walked back to where they were and picked up the remote.

“O.K…..” her voice trailed off. “You’re going to see another side of me, Maddy. Just remember, you asked for it…” And with that, Beth pressed the ‘play’ button. Madeleine wondered what she was about to find out about her best friend that she had seemingly guarded so cautiously.

The tape hadn’t been rewound—someone must have been watching it and had stopped it midway through. There was a was a wrestling ring and two women in it… Madeleine hadn’t expected this. All of the images overwhelmed her comprehension, along with her realization of what was taking place on the screen in front of her took some time…

There was a wrestling ring, with lights glaring down through a sort of haze--was it smoke? Two incredibly voluptuous women that were scantily-clad in small bikinis were wrestling each other. They both, Madeleine could see, were in a very intense struggle that was obviously being viewed by an audience, judging by the sounds of the accolades from the viewers in the background. There was an extreme intensity between these two women in the battle going on… A sensual blonde had just been whipped into the turnbuckle in the corner, and a big, sensual-looking redhead was closing in on her. Madeleine’s realization of who the redhead was made her jaw drop and her eyes widen… Madeleine slowly turned her head in disbelief and looked at her friend standing next to her. Beth had a slight smile on her face, knowing her friend was slightly overwhelmed by what she was seeing on the big screen, and also at the fact that the “cat”—figuratively speaking—had been let out of the bag…

Madeleine’s gaze returned to the screen. There Beth was… the big redhead was in the process of pummeling her blonde opponent, delivering some stunning forearm smashes to the huge chest of her well-endowed opponent. The cameraman had been able to zoom into the action in the corner. The blonde’s body rocked sensually from the jarring blows, her heavy breasts bouncing from the impacts of the redhead’s hammering forearms, with a strained “uuhh” being emitted by the blonde with every blow. Madeleine noticed that Beth had her opponent in some serious trouble… The sexy blonde didn’t seem to be able to fend-off the body blows that the big redhead was pummeling her with, and she was only able to hang on the top rope, her arms draped over the rope clinging desperately to it for support.

“ I could have pinned this babe right then if I had wanted to, but she had some payback coming for being such a smartass before the match, talking shit about how she was going to kick my ass….” Beth added in some color commentary.

Madeleine could only watch the screen in wonder as she tried to take all of this in… Beth had begun to shift her bodywork to the sensual blonde’s midsection. The blonde beauty looked like she had some well-developed abs that she had spent some time on in the gym, but that didn’t seem to matter. The big redhead had just pumped a right uppercut into the sensual belly of the blonde, and her victim’s body convulsed from the blow. Beth’s fist had penetrated right into the blonde’s navel, and the rest of her midsection seemed to fold around the fist as it drove into her belly. The big redhead followed this up with a left-right-left combination that continued to pump fists into the blonde beauty queen’s belly—this woman wasn’t going to be coming back to do anything else in this match Madeleine surmised as she watched her body absorb the driving fists. The blonde’s face displayed her predicament, she had the “thousand-yard-stare” of helplessness that signaled she was done for, as she gasped for any breath she could get in between the punishing punches that had sapped all of her strength.

“She was ready to be pinned and over with it at this point,” Beth ruminated. To add an emphasis to that, her double on the big screen had pushed the blonde back against the turnbuckle and, with one more deliberate, powerful chop to her opponent’s massive chest, her body convulsed one more time. The blonde had seemingly lost any will to continue as she slid slowly to her knees in front of the big redhead. The blonde’s belly and breasts heaved with exhaustion as the woman merely slumped forward at the shoulders and clutched weakly at the redhead’s buttocks and thighs for some support.

“This babe was all talk…” Beth continued her narration as Madeleine continued to watch, somewhat spellbound. Beth was pulling the rubber-legged blonde to her feet by her thick tresses, her two hands hauling the groggy blonde slowly to her feet…

“This was one of my better moves…” Beth seemed to regain her composure as Madeleine watched the big redhead set the blonde up for a reverse suplex. The redhead put the blonde in a reverse headlock, and reached down with her free hand to grab the small piece of bikini bottom of the compliant blonde. In one powerful move, Beth had hoisted the big blonde upside-down, and their bodies paused momentarily until the voluptuous blonde’s momentum carried her backward, with Beth’s body falling slowly back with her. The blonde’s body hit the canvas with a loud “boom”, entire body shaking and jiggling from the stunning impact.

“Look at her, she’s done…” Beth had a tinge of satisfaction at the woman’s predicament in her voice. The blonde lay spread-eagle on the canvas, and merely stared helplessly into the glare of the lights above her as her body heaved sensually, trying to suck in oxygen to her paralyzed body. The redhead had gotten to both knees, looking down at her helpless victim that she had just pummeled unmercifully, seemingly pausing as if to admire her work.

“Didn’t know if I wanted to put her into a submission hold at this point, or pin her to end it…” the redhead explained. Beth obviously had made her choice… She moved to a position to where she was straddling her glassy-eyed opponent with the blonde’s head positioned between her legs. Madeleine guessed that all the blonde could see was her friend’s choice piece of rear-end above her—it must have been one hell of a view as Madeleine wondered how much of Beth’s thong bikini was concealing her womanhood. The next move that the redhead applied brought a gasp of awe from Madeleine as she watched it being applied… Beth positioned her knees on the blonde’s outstretched forearms that pinned them to the canvas, and then leaned forward. The redhead got hold of each of the blonde’s pliant legs, hooked each one under an armpit, and then—ever so slowly for effect—leaned backward. Madeleine caught herself breathing harder as she watched what was an incredible display of a woman dominating her opponent with an incredibly sensual-looking reverse leg-spread pin. Beth had arched her back as she leaned backward to put the finishing touches on her patented pinning hold that was incredibly erotic looking, but at the same time emphasized the complete control she had over this woman…

“The ref couldn’t hear her, but she was moaning ‘please…stop…I give up!’. I was laughing because he couldn’t hear her—I was getting a submission from her AND the pin!” Beth insisted. Madeleine watched as the redhead continued to lever her arched back to get the most out of it—the poor blonde’s nose was almost creasing Beth’s buttocks as the big redhead held her for the pin. The referee was slamming the mat, One…Two…THREE!!! And it was all over. The audience erupted in cheers as the sensual redhead let go of the limp legs of the devastated blonde beauty, and she lay spread eagle, unable to move as Beth raised up slightly, and raised her hands above her head in acknowledging her dominant victory. That scene was something that Madeleine would never forget—Beth kneeling over her opponent and the vanquished blonde beauty queen motionless between her legs as she drank-in the accolades of the audience.

The screen went blank as Beth stopped the tape. Madeleine, suddenly feeling very warm in some familiar places, slowly turned to look at her ‘new’ friend. Beth had a little bit of a cattish-smile on her face—she obviously could see the bewilderment/questioning look on Madeleine’s face. “Well Maddy, now you know what Mark and I are doing on those little ‘weekend’ vacations we go on, hmmm?” her friend explained as she slowly moved over to one of the huge sofa’s, slowly sat down, and waited for the questions she knew would be following from her overwhelmed friend. “Now you know why I seem to work with a ‘possessed’—as you like to put it—intensity in the gym, yes?” Beth was smiling as the realization of what she did was starting to ‘compute’ to her best friend.

“When…. Why…. Uummm…” Madeleine fumbled around as she couldn’t quite formulate what she wanted to ask.

Beth laughed lightly, knowing she had to take the lead here… “I’ve been doing this for years, Mad. I always knew that I was naturally competitive, and I’ve always been very athletic, and I’ve always competed against other women in various sports all my life. To keep it short, my case is very similar to yours… Years ago, Mark and I were socializing with several other couples that we always associated with. Needless to say, they came from my ‘neck of the woods’.” This was Beth’s euphemism for the wealthy people she knew through her family, who were at the upper levels of society, and from time to time Beth and her husband did things with these other couples—Madeleine had never guessed just what they did until this evening.

“Oddly enough, these couples belonged to a society… This ‘society is, oh, how should I put this…” Beth was searching for the right way to put it. “Secret? No, let’s call them a very selective, a very private, and a very discrete society… ‘Never knew these things existed ‘out there’ until I was introduced to it—but then, neither did you until tonight, huh?” Beth smiled coyly at her friend. It was obvious that she wasn’t trying to be apologetic to her friend for what she was involved in, but just trying to explain how and why.

“A dear friend of mine, Sybil—you’ve met her before, Maddy—was responsible for where I am now…”. Madeleine did indeed remember Sybil…she was one of those classic, stunning women in her late 40’s that had maintained herself incredibly well. Now Madeleine knew that Sybil’s ‘patrician air’ had more going for it than just being a woman of upper society—she was the matriarch of this particular society of women that wrestled… “She was more of a mentor and a teacher you could say—she introduced me to this, but in a much different way. You could say it was a planned, “live” introduction for me instead of the impromptu, “Memorex” intro that you just got…” Beth was smiling at the pun. “I hadn’t been asking questions--Sybil could see the fire for competition that I had—she knew that I would want to join them in what they did after I was exposed to what took place at one of their ‘gatherings’… Anyway, she invited me over to her estate one evening, for an opportunity to witness an ‘event’ between her and another one of the women in the society, and she said that I could make my mind up after that if I was interested…”

Madeleine’s head was swimming—she had never, in her conservative mind, ever thought that something like this existed… Women wrestling each other like this? It dawned on Madeleine that the thought of HER wrestling another woman, she noticed, was not at all unpalatable to her—truth be told, she was intrigued by the thought now, as the mental snapshot imbedded in her mind of Beth reveling in victory over her opponent flashed through her mind.

“I was hooked from the start, Maddy… It was a very classy, very regal event, but at the same time, there is no doubt that these women are serious about their competition—and the good ones really know how to work her opponent. Sybil had told me up front that the match she was going to be in that night would be a little different—she was wrestling this black woman from another club around the Atlanta area… She had said to be ready for some intense competition in the match, because both of them had reputations for being the best in their respective clubs and this was a sort of informal “championship” challenge to see which one of the clubs could claim to have the victor over the other. These women—we, I should say—go all out… Pretty much at least… It is understood by all the wrestlers that we’re not here to disfigure or permanently injure an opponent—but I can tell you that pretty much anything else goes, and every woman goes all-out to beat the other woman with whatever it takes to claim the victory.”

“The ‘theme’ or the particular venue of the match is agreed to by both women beforehand. The match can go anywhere the two women want them to go, but they must be agreed upon prior to the start….” Beth saw the confused look on Madeleine’s face. “What I’m saying is, Maddy, these matches can have any type of theme the two women want, and they can get rather erotic if the two women want them to…” Beth let that one sink in before she continued. “Anything under the sun, Maddy—I’ve seen some, I’ve done some….” Beth had that cat-that-swallowed-the-canary look again. “Anything from regular pro-style matches—although the women still wrestle in at most, bikinis—to some incredibly eye-opening nude oil matches…” Beth let this sink in, and then, as if to answer the question that she knew was forming on her friend’s lips, “Yes Maddy, I’ve done those too…” her friend was looking her straight in the eye. “There is some significant money that is put up for some of the more ‘special’ contests that entices the women to do this, but to tell you the truth, with some of these women, I never needed the money to draw me…”

“That’s nearly the way I was introduced to this stuff when Sybil wrestled for me the first time… She and the black woman were going to wrestle topless. It was an unbelievable sight, Maddy… These two women were incredibly voluptuous. They were facing each other in the ring, and each woman took turns taking off her small, straining top. The audience was already pumped, but then their bodies were oiled down by their seconds—usually their husbands—and everyone was really starting to buzz. Needless to say, I’m there for the first time, and I am freaking out at what I am seeing…” Beth seemed to have to catch her breath from the description.

“Here I’m thinking, ‘God look at these two beautiful women—right here in front of me, and they’re going to go at each other in a no-holds barred wrestling match’…” Beth reminisced. “I was hooked right then and there, my friend… I’ll never forget the match—it was one of contrasts… Sybil was a blonde, tanned goddess; her opponent was this statuesque, voluptuous black woman—we were all captivated by both of them. Sybil was obviously the older, more experienced wrestler, while the big black gal had maybe ten years on her—and it would show as the match progressed. Sybil had a little bit of the softer, sensual look to her—but I knew better than to discount the fact that just because she had a sensually-curved figure that she wasn’t hard: hell, I worked out with the woman, so I knew she would be tough... But the big black gal was a hammer—she was strong-looking, had some well-developed abs, and some definition in her legs and arms. I didn’t want to admit it then, but I thought that Sybil was in for a rough go of it…”

Madeleine was captivated by the story. She was starting to realize that, worse case, she wanted to experience all of this first hand… Beth continued… “I was surprised how the match progressed, though. Sybil really put the black woman through some very intense punishment. It was obvious that experience and technique count as much as pure strength. I watched Sybil put this big woman in some incredibly punishing holds that really started wearing the big woman down. You could tell the blonde was wearing on her younger adversary, and it was all designed to bring her down to Sybil’s level where she could really start to hammer on her opponent. I tell you Maddy, it was watching a true ‘pro’ at work… The big black looked like she was in some real trouble, and I thought Sybil had the match ‘in the bag’--but I was wrong… The stamina that the big black possessed was obviously more that my blonde friend gave her credit for… Sybil was closing-in to start pounding the big black woman with a series of body punches to the big black’s belly and chest—but she never got the chance. I’ll never forget how this woman turned the tables, nor the look on Sybil’s face as to the quick turn of events and her devastation on how fast this woman had come back…”

Madeleine was totally immersed in the story, and Beth continued to lead. “The black had been thrown back into the ropes where she had been clinging to the top for support, her body wide open for Sybil to pummel. In fact, she did… Sybil sank what I thought were three solid punches into the black woman’s sensual belly. They were obviously getting some penetration—I could see her belly muscles absorb the driving fists, and I thought that Sybil had her… But it also seemed as if the big black were just letting the blonde work on her body, knowing that she could weather the body punching and still come back to beat the blonde. I think Sybil got overconfident… the black was hanging on the ropes in front of her, seemingly unable to move, and Sybil played to the audience in a display of control by raising her hand, nodding to the crowd that she had the black on the ropes like this, looking like her victory was in the bag.

“She should have just kept working on her opponent and not played to the audience… Sybil told me she never saw the fist coming… As she turned her attention back to her ‘beaten’ opponent, the black woman rocked her with a devastating forearm smash that Sybil said felt like she had been hit with a log. I could see the stunned, surprised look on Sybil’s face—‘what had just happened?’—she seemed to be wondering. That stunned look got answered by another smash to the chest, and the big black wound up for another as the blonde’s jaw dropped from the jarring shocks. The third forearm had Sybil weaving on legs that were starting to wobble. The big black took the groggy blonde and whipped her body into the corner turnbuckle, where Sybil’s body stopped with a jarring slam, her body arching back on the turnbuckle. Sybil would never recover from what happened next… I was witness to some of the most extensive body punching I’ve ever seen—and certainly any match I’ve ever been in—and Sybil was on the receiving end of it. She worked on the sensual blonde’s belly and body like a pro. The big black knew what she was doing, and had Sybil on the ropes quite a while, working on her gorgeous body. I could tell that once Sybil got that glassy-eyed, hopeless look in her eyes, she was done for... To make it short, after punishing the blonde with some incredibly erotic wrestling holds, the black ended up putting Sybil into a stunning bear-hug submission hold to end the match and claim the title… I’ll never forget that last scene—crushing Sybil against her hard body, she squeezed the last bit of fight out of the blonde, then let her drop in a heap at her feet…”

Beth made it a point to say, “Regardless of what had just happened to Sybil, I knew that this is what I wanted to do. Or, maybe more to the point, the incredible display of sensual power those two women displayed during that match ensured that this is what I wanted to do. I knew that I wanted to be able to have another beauty queen under my complete control like the black woman had Sybil…” Beth finished her story.

Madeleine was tingling and breathing hard. After a pause, she said, “I think I want to do this, Beth…” Madeleine was staring hard at her friend. She had just made a realization inside herself that this appealed immensely, and she wanted in…

“Maddy, what are you prepared to do?” Her friend inquired. “You pushed this, so now you need to sit down and do some hard thinking and decide if this is what you want to do. I have shown you a slice of what takes place in a match on videotape, and I’ve related the brutal defeat by a good friend of mine that probably had no other outcome… This needs to be more than ‘thinking’ you want to do this—you’ve got to know it in your heart, and in your head…” Beth commanded her friend. “I’ll tell you what—WE need another drink, I’m gonna’ go get ‘em, and you take a long deep breath and give this some thought…”

It actually had taken some substantial convincing of her friend…. Madeleine had to sell it to her redheaded friend that she wanted to go out and wrestle other women. Beth threw in every road-block she could think of with her hard questions, but Madeleine still continued to press her—this process was crucial, although Madeleine didn’t know it at the time… Beth told her friend that she would have to convince the other members—Madeleine could certainly understand that they needed to control who had access and participated in this society, given the activities… Once Madeleine had seen the tape, however, she knew she had been destined for this kind of ‘unique’ society. Nobody would have ever guessed this interesting society existed as it was, but that was because it consisted of a serious group of women—and their trusted counterparts—to hold a high set of principles and standards that they all adhered to. Madeleine admitted that they definitely had their set of interesting quirks—as Beth told her of the various couples and the different type of matches they liked to see happen—but the main fact remained that Madeleine had been opened-up to an entirely new life, and she wanted in….

“You also probably know that we need to begin training you in the art of wrestling. I think you need to consider which themes and styles of wrestling you want to participate in, and then, WE begin training…” Beth counseled her.

“Us? Wrestling…?” Madeleine was hesitant—but, admittedly—her head was swimming with the thought of herself and her gorgeous friend mixing it up in the ring. One thing was for sure, after watching her friend on videotape, Madeleine knew without a doubt this woman knew her craft and she’d be learning from one of the best.

“Duh, yeah! Someone needs to send you in there with some of the tools of the trade. ‘Earth to Maddy!’--if you’re accepted, there will definitely be some women that are going to want to get their hands on you very quickly for a match—for a lot of different reasons…” Beth let that comment cleverly tail-off. Then she grinned, and added “You big, voluptuous babe, you!”

A little more serious, Beth continued, “Come on, Maddy. Depending on what you get into, there are women that are going to want to get in the ring in order to work over that incredibly voluptuous figure of yours. Being the new girl on the block, they are going to think you’ll be easy work—they just won’t be able to wait to get their hands on you… And, let’s face it--depending what you want to pursue on the erotic-side of the wrestling matches, they will be clamoring to have a woman with your figure to wrestle against.” Madeleine knew she had some things to decide in her mind, but she knew that what she needed most was her friend to teach her the art of wrestling.

And so they began to train together. Madeleine soon found out how much all of her friend’s hard workouts had paid-off for her. Beth was incredibly strong, and had endurance to boot. So too for Madeleine, but her more voluptuous figure made her a little slower, requiring a little more effort for everything. If they were working on some power moves, Beth could be nearly immovable due to her strength. She knew without a doubt that her friend’s vast experience in the wrestling ring was one of her strong suits, and she was learning a considerable amount of the technical moves required to carry her own in the ring--that by itself was improving her confidence in herself immensely. It took time to learn many of the moves, how to work on a woman’s body, and how to escape a multitude of troublesome situations when one was in trouble—it was a craft, and she was learning from one of the best. The other parts were harder to teach—Beth knew that Madeleine needed experience in the use of body punches to complement her repertoire of skills. They would work incessantly on the heavy bag to work on the big woman’s technique, but nothing could replace an actual match that would give experience to a wrestler. Aside from the training sessions, Madeleine was working harder on her body in order to try to harden it more, so she would be less exposed to succumbing to bodywork from an opponent. Her body was still curvaceous and sensual-looking, but there was solid muscle underneath that smooth, soft skin that would most likely lull an overconfident opponent into thinking that the brunette wouldn’t be able to take much punishment.

The bottom line would be the fact that Madeleine would never really know how she would weather through until she got in the ring with another woman that wasn’t going to pull her punches, or give her a chance to counter a hold. They both would go through wrestling sessions with holds, then don padded gloves so that Madeleine got an idea of what punches felt like and what they would do to her when they connected. The first session that Beth went to work on her belly, Madeleine had been done-in a lot sooner than she had thought she would have. The redhead’s fists had pumped like pistons into her belly, and Madeleine knew at that point why the redhead went to work on a woman’s midsection from the start. Thinking her abdominals had been in fairly decent shape from her workouts, Beth had shown the brunette in that one session that she was wrong… The pummeling fists seemed to weaken her almost immediately. Her body felt fatigued, her arms and legs became unresponsive, and she seemed to lose a lot of the fight that she had in her when the redhead worked on her midsection. Beth had counseled her afterward that it was usually every woman’s weakness that she would wrestle, and often ‘the key’ to victory over an opponent. To weaken them early on and take a lot of their fight and stamina away, the redhead would work methodically on a woman’s midsection. Beth was renown for this, and carried quite a reputation for coming away with this type of victory that had left many vanquished women at her feet…

Madeleine had learned quite a bit of the trade from her dear friend… What many women learned through rough matches the hard way, she had learned from one of the best in a personalized training arena. Now it was time to put everything she had trained for into action. Beth had secured the permission of the society to bring Madeleine to the arena in the Hamptons during some of their matches for consideration and possible induction. Beth carried a lot of weight in the society, and had talked to the right people to ensure that that would be the case…

Her only misgiving was whether the “queen bitch” —as she liked to refer to her—would accept it… The overall control of the society was bestowed on one of the younger women—Donna Devereaux--that had been appointed (most people would say more like enthroned) by some of the high-power couples that controlled the operations that the society decided to pursue. These decisions revolved around the types of matches allowed, where they took place, and granting new members their position within the society to compete, while also providing the monetary rewards for the wrestlers-- the more “revealing” the matches that took place were, the more the women were rewarded. Quite handsomely, in fact, and this was a foundation of the power that these people wielded.

Recently, Beth had beaten Donna and humiliated her in a brutal contest that many within the society would call ‘one of the greatest’ one-sided displays of domination they had ever seen in history… What was already an incredible animosity that had existed between the two women had continued as a standing feud that had continued to exist after Beth had completely destroyed the blonde beauty queen. Madeleine had watched the rest of the tape of the contest that she had been introduced with by her friend. It turned out that this had been a challenge-match that had been a brutal defeat for the incredibly sensual beauty queen that had been a one-sided contest once Beth had taken control of the match. The stakes—initially—were for the championship of the Northeast ‘Society’, and Beth had brutalized the big-talking blonde beauty queen in such a dominating manner that it left no doubt that the stunning redhead was the champion of the society, and should eventually be appointed to lead it. That was never going to happen, however. Donna Devereaux was a skilled politician, and she backed those skills up with her bedroom skills—she had the leading monetary power-brokers in her hand when it came to taking care of their desires. Whatever the sensual blonde had lacked in skill in the wrestling ring, she made up for with the men that provided the major monetary engine for the society, so the blonde always got what she wanted... It didn’t surprise Beth—nor Madeleine for that matter—both women admitted that this woman was incredibly attractive and sensual. Beth had gone as far as admitting that she had truly enjoyed the rush that it had given her to work on this beauty queen’s body in their match together. But regardless of her prowess in the ring, Beth had not been able to secure the top position within the society, so the natural animosity between these two gorgeous women still existed.

That animosity extended to each woman’s protégé that both Beth and Donna were promoting to gain membership in the society. . There was Madeleine, of course, who was being mentored by the club’s champion, Beth. The other woman, Nicole, was a protégé of Devereaux’s—an incredibly-built young woman that the blonde was promoting as the next champion of the Northeast society. Devereaux had mandated that in order for Madeleine to gain membership in the society, she would have to wrestle her protégé in a submission match or two-out-of-three falls. While Beth had protested that Madeleine should be able to choose her opponent since she was the club champion, Donna had decreed that if Madeleine wanted a position within the society, she would need to accept a challenge match with her protégé and win. Beth was forced to concede this issue, but she remained confident that Madeleine would take any woman apart in a wrestling ring that the soft, beaten Devereaux had put up to wrestle her. But that was until they had seen Nicole up close, and not just on video…

…And now the announcer called for the wrestlers to prepare for the match and to meet in the center of the arena. Donna's protedge', Nicole, had wanted to wrestle in the nude for this match. “Leave it to some young ‘Valkyrie bitch’ to come up with that venue” Madeleine had thought—she wasn’t going to wrestle another woman in the nude her first time out and had therefore refused, deciding on bikinis. She knew she would wrestle nude eventually, but there was too much going on with this first match and her newness to wrestling to bet all of this on such an important match… Besides, she wasn’t entirely sure of the effect that wrestling another woman in the nude might have on her, with the worst case being that it would turn into some kind of erotic event rather than what she had been preparing for—fighting another woman for dominance, victory and recognition…

The lights of the arena along with the hot, humid air created a smoky, sensual setting as each woman’s body glistened from the light film of sweat and oil on each woman’s body. The brunette already felt groggy from the effect that the warm, humid air was having on her. "Ladies, how will you wrestle?", as the announcer made his call for the two women to “designate” the match--i.e.--whether it would be nude, topless or remaining in their small bikinis…. The sensual blonde didn’t even wait for Madeleine to declare her desires on the match… As Madeleine continued to stare at the sensually-captivating body of her opponent, the big woman slowly untied her string bra and, staring at her opponent, let her tiny top fall between her feet. The members audibly began to stir with activity as they both drank in the sight of this stunning woman, semi-nude, along with the realization that this match had just been raised to a more erotic level—it would be one of the great ones to behold. The blonde was stealing the initiative by making the bold statement through “body-language” that she didn’t care what the brunette wanted—SHE wanted to wrestle her at least topless, laying the gauntlet for the brunette to cross, or suffer ridicule for failure to meet the blonde’s challenge…

Nicole strutted slowly forward, stopped, and in a slow, sensuous motion untied the straining bra strings that barely contained her huge, firm breasts, all the time never taking her eyes off of her older brunette opponent. The blonde’s heavy breasts bounced sensually as they were released from the bra. Nicole stretched again sensually as the brunette drank in the sight of the amazon’s body. She had large, round breasts that were heavy, but stood out firmly from her healthy chest. As her eyes wandered lower, Madeleine began to feel the warm tingling begin between her legs—this woman was having an effect on her that others had not before…

Nicole always loved to watch another woman's expression as her opponent's eyes wandered all over her magnificent body. Caught in the moment, they would usually end up staring, hypnotized at the sight of her large, heavy breasts. This is also where the blonde liked to begin to mentally intimidate her older opponents, capitalizing on her opponent's sudden realization of just how big and voluptuous Nicole really was, and what kind of sensual match they were about to take part in with this big woman. Madeleine watched, captivated by the sight of the blonde's heavy, full breasts tugging sensually as they were released by the thin material that had struggled to support them. Nicole raised her arms above her head, turned for the roaring member’s approval, and then turned back to lock her eyes on Madeleine, who was admittedly admiring the big blonde’s sensual body.

“That’s not what we agreed to in this match, you goddamned bitch!” Beth screamed at Donna Devereaux, who was sitting in the box seats above the glare of the arena lights. Beth knew they were being ambushed here, subliminal intimidation being used to take the initiative. “Don’t you let her DO this, Maddy!” Beth roared at the top of her lungs to her hesitating friend in the middle of the ring. The redhead was ready to enter the ring herself when the young blonde slowly turned her unwavering gaze toward her as if to say, “stay out of this, you’re next on my list…”

Madeleine was struck by the sight of her opponent’s body gleaming under the harsh glare of the arena lights due to the generous coat of oil that had been applied to her voluptuous body. Madeleine was, to put it simply, stunned by the hypnotic effect that her opponent’s large, pendulous breasts had on her, as they seemed to heave seductively with every breath she took in the warm, humid air of the arena. Nicole was a visually stunning sight, as the big, voluptuous amazon waited for this long-anticipated battle between the two women to begin. Nicole gestured to the buxom brunette to have her pull her top. The crowd roared its approval as Madeleine—taken by the moment—willingly, obligingly unclipped the top of her tiny leopard-skin bra string that was just barely covering her nipples… Besides, Madeleine thought, her top would be lost quickly as the two women began pounding on each other’s bodies. For effect—on both the audience and her opponent eyeing her—the brunette slowly, sensually, removed her string bra, raising her arms above her head, peeling the skimpy top off and then letting it fall to her feet. Madeleine felt a hot flash as she felt the sensual tug of her heavy breasts being freed from the confining strings. She also got a hot flash—or was it getting red in the face?—when she caught the lusty stare-down from her opponent. As she let her top fall, Madeleine felt the sensual tug of her large, round, golden orbs as the bikini top released them to heave pendulously with every breath she took of the humid air of the arena. A sigh from the crowd and a more than candid look up and down her body by her younger opponent took place as Nicole took in the sensuous sight of this beauty before her that she was about to wrestle....

“M-a-d-e-l-e-ine!…” Beth wailed, knowing it was too late, but at the same time not blaming her friend for falling into the “moment”. Truth be told, this was the only way Beth really liked to wrestle--by wrestling topless, she was unrestrained without a bra, but the truth was she also loved the feel of her opponent’s body being crushed against hers, feeling their two bodies struggling sensually against each other during the match. But she knew what Devereaux’s bombshell of an understudy was trying to do to her friend, and unfortunately, Beth seemed unable to convince her voluptuous friend to not fall prey to this tactic from outside of the ring…

Madeleine could see that the blonde definitely admired the brunette’s sensual body, but she could sense that Nicole definitely wanted to work her sensually-curved opponent over extensively. Madeleine wasn’t prepared for the next gesture from the blonde--Nicole made the gesture that they both wrestle each other in the nude...The crowd roared as the blonde made the challenge to her opponent. Beth observed that Madeleine’s face betrayed her desire to wrestle this woman in the nude--her friend’s eyes gave her away even when her face was saying and head was shaking ‘no’. The brunette knew she would have a lot less “fight” in her if she wrestled this sensual woman completely naked.... It was almost as if Nicole knew this, and Madeleine could see that the blonde knew it would be the brunette’s undoing if she wrestled her nude... Nicole knew that if she could get Madeleine to wrestle in the nude, she would have the edge when it came to sustaining the erotic feeling of the two women crushing their bodies together throughout the match, and she would eventually wear the brunette down and have her begging for mercy. Madeleine firmly shook her head “NO!’ to the sensual challenge of the blonde, knowing she wouldn’t be able to deny the erotic feel of wrestling this sensually-endowed woman standing across from her. “You’re going to end-up nude anyway,--one way or another....” Nicole cunningly growled as she stood waiting for the bell to start their match.

The blonde’s sensual belly pulsed sensually as she drank in deep lungfuls of the humid air. Nicole’s midsection was deceptive—it had deep, sensual curves that hid the finely-sculpted muscles that lurked below her smooth skin. Madeleine could tell that many women would make the mistake of underestimating this woman’s ability to absorb punishment to her midsection. To top it off, the dark-skinned woman was wearing an extremely small string bottom that was very low-cut, revealing a sensual indentation below her navel that women loved to describe as a “phantom navel”. It was the favorite target of a lower-belly punch to an opponent’s midsection that seemed to get the most penetration when delivered forcefully. This woman’s body was something that Madeleine had always dreamed of wrestling, and she was starting to lose some of her composure as she drank in the dark, sensual beauty on display across from her. Nicole could see the brunette start breathing heavier as her opponent now let her eyes roam over the blonde’s sensually-curved body—to Nicole it felt as if the brunette were using her hands from across the ring to sensually examine her body. And, frankly, it was starting to have an effect on her—Nicole could feel a warm heat building between her thighs that was all too familiar… Was it a lust that the blonde felt? Nicole knew that she couldn’t wait for the bell signal the start of the match, because she wanted to feel this woman’s body crushed against hers in a test of strength. After subduing her she would then start working on this older woman's sensual body slowly, making this a memorable match for all those watching.

Madeleine was about to begin a quick set of stretches before the bell rang, but before she could, the blonde woman controlled her gaze again… Obviously playing for the audience—and who would have looked elsewhere?—the dark skinned woman slowly stretched her arms above her head, and then raised her face to the lights of the arena as if seeking a power that was within the lights above her. The blonde’s heavy breasts swayed in gentle movement as she gyrated her hips in a slow, sensual grind as Madeleine—and ALL of the members—watched in captivation. The big woman moved slowly and sensually like a python, her smoothly muscled body seeming to pulse as she stretched her curvaceous body in a series of sensually-captivating moves that had frozen everyone’s attention her brazen eroticism. The big blonde stunned everyone as she dropped her arms, reaching them back to grasp the top ropes in the corner, and then did a slow arch back as she seemingly stretched her abs. The sight of this woman was stunning—her sensual midriff and large heaving breasts were a sight to behold in this position—and she knew the effect it was having… As she raised slowly back up, Nicole locked onto the eyes of the captivated brunette as she gave a knowing smile that she knew the effect that she was having on her opponent. Madeleine finally shook it off—she turned away to her corner to stretch, irritated at herself that she had let this younger woman sensually intimidate her at the outset. But at a more subconscious level, the brunette realized the deeper, primal effects that the sensual blonde had had on her—Madeleine admitted to herself that she essentially had been unable to tear her eyes away from this woman as she watched her display herself in such a brazen, selfless manner…

The bell rang, announcing the beginning of the contest. Madeleine turned around to see her opponent moving deliberately toward the center of the ring, and she circled to the right and toward her opponent. She noticed that, although she was a tall and voluptuous woman, the blonde moved with a seeming athletic prowess that had a hint of a female on the hunt—obviously this woman was used to being an aggressor in her matches. The big blonde stopped in the center of the ring, standing tall in a commanding display to compel the brunette to meet her, and raised one hand with her fingers spread to signal her challenge for a classic test of strength. The big woman’s body seemed to exude power as she stood at the center, beckoning her opponent to meet her. This is the way many matches started, as it seemed to be an open, fair test that most women couldn’t resist taking on to show initial power and dominance over her opponent. That was the problem, though—Madeleine knew that if this amazon got the upper hand, the brunette may never gain an advantage for the rest of the match.

“Come on, baby…. Let’s see if your soft body can stand up to mine!”, the big woman taunted her opponent.

It was all Madeleine needed to goad her into what might have been a cunningly conceived—but sensual—trap. Madeleine moved forward slowly and deliberately, eyeing her opponent for any deception on her part to achieve a cheap shot on her opponent. Not this woman… this big gal was confident… She was openly challenging the brunette to meet her woman-to-woman in the center of the ring, and was supremely confident that she would have Madeleine begging for mercy shortly thereafter.

The big brunette moved in, braced herself with her legs on the floor of the ring for leverage, and raised her left hand to grasp the hand offered to join the contest. The two women entwined their fingers, and the blonde offered-up her other hand and raised it for the brunette to grasp and begin the test. The blonde’s body was open to her opponent, both hands raised, her large breasts hanging sensually and her abdomen wide-open for a well-placed fist to her belly… Madeleine decided this was an opportunity either lost or made, but she decided that she needed—for her credibility and reputation—to join this woman fairly in the center for the test of strength. The brunette raised her hand and slowly grasped her opponent’s other hand, and the two women locked eye-to-eye to acknowledge the start…. They both began to pour on all they had into gaining an advantage—at least Madeleine knew that SHE was—as each woman’s muscular arms strained to gain leverage. Added to this, each woman could be seen flexing their thick thighs and buttocks to maintain a solid base to leverage force against her nemesis. Initially, neither woman was gaining advantage—their bodies shook sensually from the countering strain that they were enduring to neither give nor gain in their standoff, and it was just a matter of time before one of them succumbed…

As Madeleine caught the expression of her opponent, she saw—she thought—a hint of a woman merely testing her to see how long she should let her struggle before she changed the tide of this battle of strength and stamina. That hint turned into certainty when the brunette beauty felt an extra surge of power from the big amazon that she couldn’t counter… Where they had previously both been separated by their outstretched arms, struggling with upper body strength and leg strength to maintain their position, suddenly the big blonde had forced their arms downward and parallel to the floor, and now their bodies were crushing together as they both strained for control. The blonde was starting to gain advantage…. This close to her, Madeleine sucked in a deep breath as she felt this woman’s wonderfully-built body starting to crush against hers. Their liberally-oiled bodies accentuated the sensual feeling as they slid against each other from the pressure of the force they were exerting, with their large breasts slipping across each other as they still vied for position. There was no space left between their bodies now as they stood toe-to-toe, their bodies smashed together, with the brunette trying desperately to counter the big amazon. Nicole, in a stunning display of power, thrust a leg forward between the Madeleine’s legs, and at the same time yanked her arms down to her sides and then powerfully crossed them behind her back as she crushed the big brunette against her. Madeleine gasped from both the sudden realization of her predicament of being controlled this way, and the incredibly erotic feel of now being crushed against this seductive woman with her arms pinned behind her lower back.

Madeleine was now forced to stare into the fiery eyes of her tormentor just inches apart—the blonde had the knowing look that Madeleine was unable to counter her powerful move, but also succumbing to just what she had known would be her undoing in this wrestling match when it got sensual… The big blonde knew that the brunette would have a hard time staving-off the feel of her nearly-nude body being used as a weapon against her—it took a lot of the normal “fight” out of a woman when you used sensuality as a weapon in a wrestling match. Most women succumbed to the fact that they couldn’t control the erotic feel of another woman’s sensual body working in such a way against their own, and usually became less aggressive. The only thing Madeleine felt right now was the big blonde’s python-like arms encircling her and crushing her luscious body against the fabulous figure of the brunette. It felt debilitating—she was having a hard time breathing and her back was starting to go numb—while at the same time she felt the press of her ample breasts and belly seemingly being absorbed by the other woman’s body, and she had to admit it felt good… And that was the intent—a hold that paralyzed and weakened your opponent while also taking the match to an erotic level of competition.

Madeleine emitted an demoralized “ooooohhhh” as she tried in vain to break the crushing bear hug. The big blonde now had lifted the seductive brunette off of her feet to increase the pressure on her back, and Madeleine felt the circulation starting to be cut-off to the upper part of her body. Her arms were getting weaker and her back was starting to numb—it would be hard to do anything soon if this continued… Madeleine’s despair and predicament were obvious as she started to slump back, her face a mask of desperation as she looked into the glaring lights of the arena. Her sensual body was a picture of helplessness as she tried to hook her legs around her tormentor’s torso to secure some kind of leverage to break the crushing hold. The blonde relaxed the pressure a little, and the brunette’s body arched back, her figure an erotic spectacle as her breasts bouncing slightly as her chest heaved to suck in oxygen that had been hard to come by from the snake-like crushing she had just gone through.

Madeleine was thankful for the respite, but didn’t know what the big amazon had in store for her next as her body slid against her opponent. Trying to support herself on wobbly legs and think of something to get out of her predicament, the blonde cut that thought short as she unwrapped her python-like arms around the blonde and raised their arms above their heads again. Madeleine, still numb and woozy from the last hold could only lean against her tormentor as the two women stood breast-to-breast in the middle of the ring. The big woman continued to lock the brunette’s hands in her grip, and now did a slow, powerful turn that had both women back-to-back, with their arms stretched above their heads. Both of the beauty queens were stretched by the position they were in, and it was something to savor as the members took in the heady view of their heavy breasts and sensual bodies completely open for everyone to enjoy. The sight of the two voluptuous beauties in the ring in this position was heart-stopping—even more so when the audience anticipated the next move that might be next. Madeleine knew what it was going to be, and realized the big blonde was beginning her slow, methodical (but sensual) wearing-down of her opponent…

Madeleine’s belly and breasts pulsed sensually as she sucked-in air, trying to regain her composure. That was hard due to the fact that the blonde had her body suspended in such a wide-open, public display, leaving her very little leverage as she weakly strained try to power-out of her predicament. The blonde was able to hold her in place however, and the frustration of her seeming capture in this position was evident on Madeleine’s face. That frustration changed to knowing she was about to have her body worked-on some more as Nicole levered their arms downward, bringing both women with their arms parallel to the floor. The big amazon pulled the Madeleine’s arms back as she leaned forward—the gasps that emitted from both the brunette’s mouth and those of the audience were for different reasons. The big blonde had put the brunette beauty in a perfectly-executed “iron-cross” backbreaker… The pressure on Madeleine’s back as her body was suspended across the massive back of her opponent with her arms outstretched was debilitating. Madeleine felt her entire back and abdomen being strained by the hold--she was only able to stare helplessly into the glare of the lights above her as she was draped across her opponent's back, her supple body pulsing as she strained for both breath and release from the punishing hold. Madeleine could feel her strength ebbing away as this younger woman slowly and methodically worked on her body in a well-studied, well-practiced manner…

In order to continue her adversary's methodical destruction, Nicole dumped the helpless brunette unceremoniously to the mat. Madeleine's voluptuous body shook from the jarring slam, and she was unable to will her body to move, as her body seemed paralyzed by the first several holds that the younger woman had applied so far. Madeleine was frustrated at her inability to put up much of a fight against this young beauty queen so far… That came through even more clearly as the blonde paraded around her stunned opponent laying prone at her feet, playing to the members in the arena in order to emphasize the control that she had over this supposedly talented wrestler that was being promoted by Donna's arch nemesis. Nicole was enjoying the control she had over this big, voluptuous woman--although she knew she probably couldn't have pinned the big gal just yet, she thought that was just fine, because she wanted to go to work on this sensual woman's body to provide a little entertainment for the members.

Reaching down with two hands, Nicole grabbed two full handfuls of Madeleine's black tresses and hauled the groggy brunette slowly to her feet. Madeleine's hair had that disheveled look to it as she teetered on rubbery legs as Nicole pulled her up to face her. The brunette knew she had to make a move to counter the younger woman's domination of this match so far, and with her hands grabbing Madeleine's hair like this, Nicole had left her midsection wide open. When Madeleine's fist drove into the blonde's belly, the sudden surprise that this older gal wasn't so much of a push-over was clearly evident on her face. Madeleine hadn't been able to put as much force into her punch as she would have liked to--given her condition--but her fist had pumped into the blonde's firmly-muscled belly right at the navel with a muffled "smack". Nicole's body froze, her hands still in Madeleine's hair, her face seemingly asking "Where did that just come from?" Madeleine answered that with a combination of three more driving fists into the blonde beauty queen's belly, as the brunette mustered what force she could being this close to her adversary's body. The brunette's fists drove into the sensually-curved muscles of Nicole's lower belly, and the blonde's body shook with every impact as she emitted a husky "ooh…uuhh!…oomphf!" with every blow. Madeleine could feel her fists penetrate the firm muscles of this younger woman further with every blow she delivered--the brunette found herself enjoying her opponent's predicament of having her inviting body exposed in this way.

By now, Nicole had dropped her hands, and was slumping against the brunette as she tried to clutch the voluptuous older woman to take away her exposed midsection and try to catch her breath. Nicole had been momentarily stunned by the older woman's pumping fists--this big gal had more fight in her than either herself or Donna Devereaux had given her credit for. Trying to keep her advantage on a roll, Madeleine prepared her opponent by pushing the sagging blonde beauty away, and grabbed a limp arm at her wrist with her left hand along with a handful of thick blonde hair with her right. Holding the compliant beauty straight up, Madeleine took three powerful steps and flung her voluptuous opponent into the turnbuckles in the corner of the ring. The catapulting blonde's body turned 180 degrees as her back met the padded turnbuckles in the corner. The force of the blonde's body coming to a stop shook the ring, but the captivating sight to most of the members (and Madeleine) was the way Nicole's ample body shook from the impact…

Nicole was only able to hang seductively on the ropes, her body heaving sensually, trying to catch her breath and recover from the jarring slam and the bodywork she had just been subjected to. It was, Madeleine admitted to herself, a captivating scene watching this big, sensual woman's body hanging on the topes for support, trying to muster some energy to rally a defense. Madeleine, however, had no intention of letting the blonde recover--the beauty queen looked like she was done for as her chest heaved to suck in some much-needed breath to recover. She was a vulnerable and open target, and the brunette was going to continue to punish her… Madeleine's thick, muscular legs propelled her forward, as she came at the sagging blonde in the corner like a steam train. With a longer, final step, Madeleine leapt and raised her left knee up in an attempt to crush the blonde with a knee to her midsection. It would have been a devastating blow, except for the fact that the blonde had swung her body to her right at the last second, leaving the turnbuckle as the only thing left to greet the careening brunette. Madeleine's body hit the pads of the corner full force, and her body crumpled on the top turnbuckle as it seemingly impaled itself into the brunette's sensual body.

Madeleine's body emitted a heavy "uuuuffff!" as the big brunette hung on the top rope in the corner, facing outward to the members, her arms hanging over the top rope to support her sagging body after being completely stunned by the impact. Madeleine's dismay showed on her face as she thought, "What the hell happened to her? Was she playing possum?" Madeleine was trying to suck in the breath that had been crushed out of her by the immovable object she was hanging on for support.

The blonde wasn't overconfident as she had been before--she had been hammered pretty well by this older woman and she was still moving slowly from the punishment she had received. Nicole had positioned herself behind her sagging opponent, and was about to make sure that this big woman didn't get the upper hand again… Nicole pumped a left and then a right into Madeleine's thick muscles in the middle of her back. Madeleine's response was immediate--the jolts of pain made her arch back, while her arms unwound from the ropes, trying to let her hands find the savaged muscles in her back. The brunette's face was a mask of pain as she stood frozen, her head tilted up into the lights, and her massive chest heaving seductively. Nicole was all business--she spun the stunned brunette around so that she faced her. Nicole paused as she admired this sensual woman standing in front of her. "She gonna' just love this!" Nicole thought as she pulled her arm back. Madeleine's body was a wide-open target for the blonde to pummel, and she took full advantage of that by shoving a solid fist into the brunette's smoothly-muscled belly.

Madeleine hadn't been ready for this--she was kneading the aching muscles in her back as she had just brought her attention back to her hammering opponent. The blonde's fist sunk into the smooth, yet firm muscles of her belly, just below the navel. Nicole's fist seemed to be sucked into the brunette's midriff, and Madeleine's face froze in surprised "OOOOHHHH!" as her body folded around the big blonde's driving fist. Madeleine couldn't move… But then, she didn't have to… Nicole dislodged her fist from her belly and took two handfuls of hair and straightened the rubber-legged brunette up to face her. The two women stood facing each other--Madeleine staring at her opponent in despair, and her younger opponent staring back with a look of superiority, as if saying "You're in over your head, babe…" The blonde emphasized that point by cocking her fist back and plowing a devastating forearm smash to the brunette's massive chest. The pulverizing blow knocked Madeleine backward, off her feet, and into the corner, which luckily supported the falling brunette as she caught the top ropes under her armpits for support.

Madeleine was only able to hang seductively on the ropes, her body heaving sensually, trying to catch her breath and recover from the crushing body blows she had just been subjected to. Nicole, however, had no intention of letting Madeleine recover--bending the brunette back sensually over the turnbuckle, the big blonde followed up with several crushing fore-arm smashes to the brunette’s heaving chest that rocked the dazed brunette. The big blonde's forearms felt like tree-trunks hitting her, and Madeleine's sensual body bounced erotically from the smashing impacts of the big amazon's hammering forearm smashes to her chest. Madeleine’s body jiggled sensually from the crushing impacts of the big blonde’s forearms as her body absorbed the heavy blows to her massive, heaving chest.

Madeleine’s mouth hung open from both the devastating effect of the pounding blows had at sapping her strength, along with her disbelief that she was in so much trouble this early in the match. Nicole reinforced that disbelief by pumping a solid right into the brunette’s heaving, sensual belly that had Madeleine convulsing sensually from the blow. Nicole marveled at the sensual feel of the brunette’s firm, smoothly-muscled belly yielding to her fist, and couldn’t contain the heady, powerful feeling of control over her opponent as she drove several more fists into the sensual brunette’s midsection. Nicole could feel her punches weakening Madeleine’s belly with every driving blow that seemed to penetrate the muscles of the brunette’s belly deeper and deeper. Nicole also loved the “oofs” and “huhs” the helpless brunette emitted with every driving fist that sapped any of the fight that the older woman had left as Madeleine's body shuddered erotically...

Madeleine could feel her strength being completely sapped by the hammering fists of the younger woman, and had to clutch desperately to the solid woman in order to remain standing. Nicole knew that Madeleine was already on rubber-leg street, having been devastated by her severe bodywork, and decided to take the brunette out of the match early... The big blonde put a headlock on the rubber-legged brunette, and snaked her other arm between the blonde’s steamy crotch (Nicole was pleasantly surprised to find a very warm crotch from the sensual holds she had applied to the older woman) and executed a stunning reverse body slam on the helpless beauty queen. Madeleine’s body slowly, erotically fell to the mat with a stunning BOOM, her entire body jiggling sensually from the stunning drop. The brunette could only lay paralyzed on the mat, staring helplessly up at the glaring lights of the arena, gasping for breath as her breasts and belly heaved sensually, trying to recover from the devastating bodywork that the big blonde had completely subdued her with so quickly in this match. Madeleine’s pained, exhausted expression told the story as she tried to will her body to move and to put up some semblance of a fight, but she could only lay there, exhausted, as her sensual opponent rose up to deliver another devastating blow to the paralyzed brunette…

It could only be described as sensually devastating--Nicole knew the brunette was hers for the pin, but decided to “ice” the match with her patented leg-drop. The big blonde, known for devastating her opponents with her thick, meaty legs, leapt into the air and executed a stunning leg-drop across Madeleine’s heaving chest and throat.... The ‘boom’ from the blow and the resulting sensual spasm of the brunette’s stunning body exuded from the force Nicole’s leg-drop had Madeleine convulsing from the devastating blow. Madeleine could only groan in agony from the tremendous blow, knowing that she was done for if the brunette decided to pin her now...

"Come on Madeleine! Get UP!" Beth was screaming at the top of her lungs. She knew her friend was done for, but didn't want to admit it just yet. With that, Madeleine's tormentor turned around and faced Beth, and a big, hungry grin emerged as if to tell the older woman that her friend didn't belong in the same ring with her.

Madeleine couldn’t move--through the fog of her complete fatigue, she knew that the younger blondee had devastated her completely, was about to pin her, and there wasn’t anything she could do to stop Nicole from taking the first fall. The blonde seemed to casually survey her devastated opponent laying motionless at her feet, and then the blonde snaked her voluptuous body across the helpless brunette for the 1st pin… Madeleine could only stare up in the lights in surrender as Nicole’s incredible body draped itself over the brunette’s heaving chest and outstretched arms as the referee pounded the mat and counted “One...Two...THREE!!”

The crowd went wild over both the erotic sight of the big blonde crushing the helpless brunette for the pin along with the incredible, complete domination of the younger blonde over her older, voluptuous opponent. It had been a long time since any of the members had seen such a one-sided display of devastating bodywork that had so quickly and completely subdued any of her opponents. Madeleine’s breasts and belly heaved in exhaustion as the blonde pinned her decisively for the first fall of the match, with Nicole’s sensual body looking like a python coiled across her victim as the exhausted brunette lay spread-eagled and unable to escape the blonde’s crushing full-body pin... With the count of ‘Three!’, Nicole raised up off of the devastated brunette, laughing in conceited arrogance asking “How’d you like the PIN sweetheart?” and raised herself above the motionless brunette, standing above her and raising her arms above her head in a victorious revelry over the heaving body of her hapless opponent, her incredibly-built body a sight to behold as she stood over her devastated victim. The members roared their admiration of the dominance of the voluptuous, younger blonde over the sensual brunette and the decisive first-pin that Nicole had devastated her opponent with in this match. Madeleine could only stare helplessly up into the glaring lights of the arena as she saw the large, heavy breasts of the woman that had just pinned her heaving sensually above her as she soaked up the victory over the fallen brunette.

Things weren’t looking good for Madeleine.... Her body felt completely paralyzed, unable to move, as if lead weights had been placed on her entire body. Madeleine’s breasts and belly heaved sensually as she sucked in the warm, humid air of the arena as she slowly re-gained her strength to prop herself up groggily, her hand rubbing across her face to clear the sweat off and move her disheveled hair from her face. Through her fog she saw her incredibly voluptuous opponent that had just had her way with her standing in her corner, waiting for the next fall....

To be continued…..