My girlfriend, Britney came back to my apartment one day with the news that she was extremely upset with a particular girl that we both hated growing up. Lindsey, the nemesis, had an ego the size of Paris, and was incidentally French. Britney despised her probably worse than I, if for no other reason, Lindsey was one of those people who put the words “snooty” and “American” together often. Britney is a very patriotic girl indeed. Apparently this scuffle started when the two bumped into each other on accident. “Watch where you’re going you stupid American!” was Lindsey’s immediate reaction. Britney was shocked at the comment, and unlike most people who just ignore Lindsey, Britney fired back, “At least our country is willing to fight our own battles.” The two apparently went back and forth for quite some time about why the other’s country is inferior to their own.

So the contest was on. Lindsey challenged Britney to a wrestling match, under the stipulation that it was no holds barred. Britney, probably foolishly, agreed to the match under her stipulation that it was held in my apartment. Britney and I had been together about 2 and a half years, but we both still held our virginity, and Britney figured if she could dominate Lindsey, that our virginities would both be gone. Little did I know when Britney told me about the fight, that it was to take place that night!

Britney knew absolutely nothing about wrestling, while Lindsey was an experienced fighter, having gotten into her share of trouble in her high school days with wrestling other girls. All day Britney watched tapes of women wrestling in the WWE, reading stories about how to wrestle, and trying to get all of the techniques right, while Lindsey simply came in with all of that experience under her belt.

Britney was prepared for the fight by 7:30, though it wasn’t to start until 8:00. Though part of me knew that Britney was much overmatched, I figured that I was a winner regardless because I got to see two pretty hot girls go at it. Britney never liked to flaunt her looks, and this occasion was no different, wearing her blue jeans and red tank-top. Lindsey showed up tactfully late at 8:10, wearing a yellow halter top and gym shorts, the shorts which she promptly removed to reveal a black thong. The only advantage that I thought Britney had was in her size. Though Britney wasn’t a very big girl, standing 5’4” and weighing roughly 130 pounds, she practically dwarfed Lindsey, who was a mere 4’11” and 105 pounds. Lindsey would weigh next to nothing if not for her C boobs, which, believe it or not, were purely natural. I feared for Britney’s D breasts, because Lindsey was known to leave her opponents with mangled tits when she was finished.

I took a seat on the couch before either made a move. There was nothing but empty floor space in the room, so chairs and such could not be used as a weapon. One must have used their own skills, and possibly the walls around them as their own forms of attack. Just watching the two stare each other down was enough to get me quite excited. But now it was on…

Lindsey made the first move by shoving Britney backwards. She lost her balance and fell down, leaving the French girl at a clear advantage. When Lindsey pounced on Britney, I thought it was already over. The two set no guidelines for losers, so I figured that it could be a very long night for my girlfriend unless I stepped in, which I believe was understood that I shouldn’t.

Lindsey took advantage of being on top of Britney by punching her in the face several times over, until Britney started bleeding from the nose. Lindsey let up for a second, but left her full weight on top on Britney’s stomach. Very quickly, Britney sat up just a bit and successfully pulled a small bottle out from inside her shirt and sprayed Lindsey with the contents. Hair spray! My girlfriend may not have been the best fighter in the world, but she did know how to play dirty! Lindsey got up off of her, trying to regain sight as the hair spray had its effect. Lindsey stumbled around the room and Britney watched and giggled as Lindsey tripped over me and landed on my lap. I’m sure Lindsey could feel my rock hard shaft, completely ready for action, but I’m sure she was more concerned with her eyesight before me.

Britney grabbed Lindsey by the hair to make her stand up. “That’s my seat you little French bitch!” And with that, Lindsey was flung across the room into the wall. Britney moved in closer to cause some damage to Lindsey, but as she drew closer, Lindsey punched Britney right between the legs. The move left Britney clutching herself. Lindsey kicked her in the face, which again knocked Britney to the mat. This time Lindsey wasn’t so forgiving, as she ripped off Britney’s shirt revealing her white bra. She pummeled Britney boobs for awhile, with Britney’s screams filling the room. Lindsey switched gears, getting up and stomping Britney for some time until that grew tiring. Lindsey walked over to me and slapped my face, leaving me dazed and confused, but not willing to try taking on Lindsey myself. Lindsey laughed out loud, but little did she know that it would be her last laugh of the night…

Britney regained her composure and returned the favor of the punch between the legs as Lindsey’s back was turned. Britney immediately grabbed Lindsey head and whipped it backwards, throwing Lindsey to the floor. Britney viciously kicked Lindsey in the face until blood starting flowing from her own mouth. By this time, I recognized what Lindsey had done to me, and now how my girlfriend was kicking ass. Literally… Britney turned Lindsey on her stomach and sat on her back, slapping her ass like they were a set of bongos. The action really got me going again, and I almost didn’t want this fight to continue, so I could bang her then and there. But Britney continued taking advantage of the situation, by turning around to face Lindsey’s head. Britney trapped Lindsey’s arms behind her, and pulled up swiftly on her chin, performing a perfect Camel Clutch. I was amazed that Britney figured out such a move! Lindsey seemed done for, as Britney dominated the French girl and was enjoying every second of it.

Finally Britney relented. “It’s not fair for me to beat you so badly, even if you are a little French whore. Get up and fight me bitch.” Lindsey, spent from the Camel Clutch, slowly started to rise to her feet. Britney sped the process up by grabbing Lindsey’s brown locks. Lindsey screamed again, as her scalp was seemingly on fire from Britney tugging at it. Finally the two combatants were facing each other again, Britney with the clear advantage. Britney reached out her arms to challenge Lindsey to a test of strength. Lindsey accepted and was quickly beaten, my girlfriend gaining the advantage by twisting Lindsey’s arm behind her back. Lindsey, with her back now to Britney, got a rude awakening, as Britney grabbed for Lindsey’s thong, giving her a wedgie that looked like would split her in half. Finally the pressure was too much for the thong to take, and it snapped, much to the chagrin of Britney, who was having fun ramming it up Lindsey’s ass. Lindsey fell to the floor and Britney moved in and removed the yellow halter top from Lindsey.

Lindsey was now fully nude, and Britney took advantage by giving Lindsey titty twisters. Again, I was amazed that my girlfriend could continue dominating an experienced fighter. Lindsey sorely underestimated Britney’s abilities, and was reminded of it with every twist that Britney applied.

Britney grew tired of this, Lindsey’s joys turning a bright red from the punishment. My girlfriend flung Lindsey across the room again, towards the couch. Lindsey simply fell onto the couch face first. Britney moved over to the couch, kissed me, and rubbed my cock whispering that it would only be a little bit longer. Then it was back to work. Britney grabbed Lindsey’s hair, and let Lindsey fall over her knee. Britney turned this into a perfect backbreaker move, as she clamped one hand on her face and the other on her crotch, exerting as much pressure as she could, trying to break Lindsey’s back.

Lindsey was done for. Britney let her go and Lindsey simply collapsed to the ground, curled up into the fetal position. Britney said that it was time to even the score, and she methodically stripped in front of me, quite a bad tease of what would come later in the evening.

“Now you’re gonna learn the meaning of “No Holds Barred” in this country!” Britney proclaimed, twisting Lindsey’s legs into a figure-four leg lock, that had Lindsey grabbing her head in agony. Lindsey begged for mercy from the American, apologizing for everything she ever said, but Britney simply continued with the move. Lindsey said that she’d do anything if Britney stopped the pain and suddenly Britney stopped applying pressure. Lindsey was relieved falsely, as Britney regripped the hold stronger than ever. Britney toyed with her adversary some more, dragging Lindsey to her feet only to watch her fall down. “Aww… You must WANT me to beat you some more, huh?” With that, Britney jumped and landed squarely on Lindsey chest. She sat on her breasts and punched her in the face until she was completely out of it. “It’s no fun if you’re not awake!” stated Britney, as she slapped Lindsey lightly across the face. This not bringing Lindsey fully to her sense infuriated Britney. She grabbed Lindsey’s legs and dragged her over to the couch again, with her back arched in an awkward way and her face flat on the ground. Britney set it up perfectly, as she straddled the French girl and applied a monstrous Boston Crab that certainly woke Lindsey up to the tune of a very high pitched scream.

When Britney grew tired of this move, she again let Lindsey slip to the floor and came over to sit on my lap. She whispered into my ear again “Would you like to watch me REALLY make her pay???” Without actually being sure what this meant, I was not going to turn this down. Britney got off my lap and walked over to her beaten rival, and sat down on her stomach again. Lindsey again begged for mercy.

“Shut up you fucking slut.” And with that, Britney placed her Ds right on top of Lindsey’s face. I was beyond amazed at this point, harder than ever, and was ready for sex right then and there. But again, Britney had more ideas, letting Lindsey take in air just before she passed out. Britney sat back on Lindsey’s chest again, completely flattening it. She turned around to face Lindsey’s feet, and spread them by pushing on her thighs. My sweetie looked at me and asked with her impish face… “Would you do the honors honey?” With that, I grinned, not really wanting to interfere with the fight, but not wanting to go against the words of my girlfriend either. The tiebreaker was my hatred for Lindsey, and with that decision, I kicked her right in the crotch, which was the coup de’ grace for me.

Britney got off of Lindsey and asked me to come over to her. I instantly agreed, and was rewarded with Britney unzipping and then pulling down my pants. She started to rub my throbbing cock. “I’m sorry honey, but I’ve gotta finish this business first. Why don’t you come over here and keep me company?” With that, Britney stood over Lindsey, with her head between her feet. “Lick me feet bitch!” Lindsey refused at first, but a few kicks to the face reminded Lindsey that she really had no choice. Lindsey continued licking Britney’s toes until Britney was satisfied, at which point Britney squatted down until her crotch was inches above Lindsey’s face. Lindsey was horrified and correctly guessed what was next. Britney jumped up and landed squarely on Lindsey’s face, breaking her nose in the process. But Britney didn’t get up and commanded “Eat me out bitch!” Britney did not get an immediate response and asked me to help her out, so I kicked Lindsey a few times.

Britney got up, having not been made happy. She went into the kitchen and grabbed a pair of tongs. I made sure Lindsey didn’t go anywhere, not that she was in any condition to. Britney had me lift up Lindsey’s legs, leaving her crotch in the air. Britney plopped down on Lindsey’s face, smothering her with her ass, and shoved the tongs deep into Lindsey’s crotch. The initial pain almost put Lindsey out, but then Britney started to expand the tongs as wide as she could, which made Lindsey try to scream like a banshee, depleting her air supply that was being cut off by Britney’s ass, and also exciting Britney, who got a comforting blast of hot air from the muffled scream.

Britney got up off of Lindsey and took the tongs out of her crotch. Somehow Lindsey was still conscious (we always knew that she was a fighter), and Britney again looked over her stricken foe. “Now bitch, EAT ME!!!” Britney dropped her crotch over Lindsey’s face, Lindsey not daring to disobey her master at this point after her own crotch mauling. Britney signaled me to come by her, and with that she put my cock in her mouth. We both reached climax together, with Lindsey being left with a face full of Britney’s juices.

Britney told me to take out the garbage, and I promptly threw Lindsey’s naked and now unconscious body out the door of my apartment and into the winter cold. Before I shut the door, Britney told me to wait. She got a black Sharpie and went back over to Lindsey and wrote on her stomach “France Sucks” then went back into my apartment to get a miniature French flag, which she jammed up Lindsey’s crotch as far as it would go.

With that it was done. My girlfriend had completely dominated her French foe, and made sure that she would remember it. That night we both lost out virginities to the best time of our lives, while Lindsey was kept in the hospital to treat her wounds. The next morning Britney looked at me with that impish face again and said, “You know, I think I like this whole wrestling thing”…..