by T Trolley

It's one thing to watch two gorgeous women wrestle for real.

It's another thing when one of the gorgeous women is your wife.

And it's yet another thing if your wife gets put in a humiliating submission
hold in front of you and the whole world!

That was the case when my wife, Double J, wrestled a part-time Hispanic model
named Janet in a Texas resort hotel where we owned a condo.

When I heard about the match, I was excited about being able to watch my
Pauline Collins lookalike wife wrestle the gorgeous model. But when I thought
about the matchup, I knew my wife was facing an uphill struggle. Janet was a
tough, strong and quick woman. My wife was strong as well and weighed a bit more
than Janet, but she wasn't as quick as the more fit Janet nor was she as
coordinated.

Nevertheless, I simply said to myself, "May the better woman win!"

The day of the match arrived and the two women prepared for the fight of
their lives in a conference room in that Texas resort hotel.

The bell sounded and the match began! To my surprise, the two quickly ended
up outside the ring and my wife hit Janet's head on one of the steel chairs the
audience was sitting in! Janet was stunned!

This was really surprising to me! My wife was so sweet -- too sweet, I
thought, to hit Janet's head against a chair like that! But when you put two women
into a ring and pit them against each other in front of a crowd, it becomes
like hand-to-hand combat in a war. It's no longer about sweetness or niceness --
it becomes a situation where it's either one woman or the other. That scenario
caused Double J to throw her niceness out the window and pull off a move I
thought that Janet would have been more expected to try than Double J!

The two grabbed each other in control bearhugs and ended back in the ring!
Double J quickly put her thighs around Janet's midsection as the two rolled
around the mat and squeezed her -- hard! As I watched and got more and more
excited, my wife continued to crush the beautiful Hispanic model in between her legs
and growled, "Wana give it up, Janet?"

Janet, with her eyes closed and her teeth gritted together, looked like she
was in trouble!

But Janet suddenly rolled out of the scissors! And, using her quickness, as
Double J lay on the mat, Janet whirled around on the mat and and got her left
arm around Double J's neck and her right arm around Double J's thigh before
Double J knew it! Then Janet used her powerful legs and arms to drive forward and
linked her arms together!

Janet had cradled my wife!

Janet's arms were gorgeous. But now she was using them to humiliate my wife,
trapping the larger woman and frightening as well as shocking her!

Even though I was partial, of course, I had to admit that Janet's cradle on
my wife was magnificent -- as well as erotic -- to watch as she held my wife in
place!

Then I began to worry. It's one thing to be trapped and humiliated in a
cradle hold. But if Janet would hook my wife's other leg with her legs, the move
would turn into a cradle leg split that not only would hurt Double J but
probably bring on a terribly painful as well as unbelieveably humiliating submission!

Janet could have easily leg split my wife but instead she just held the
cradle until my wife was too tired to continue and gave up!

Janet released Double J and stood over her, taunting her, saying, "I beat you
bad, girl! I'm more woman than you!" as the ref raised her arm in the air and
declared her the victor!

My wife managed to avoid the cradle leg split this time. But before we were
married, she wasn't so lucky.

We were in San Antonio for a newspaper conference at a resort hotel downtown.
The conference was occurring the very day Desert Shield turned into Desert
Storm. In fact, during the conference, we were forced to evacuate the building
due to a bomb threat.

Tensions were high, and thus tempers were also at their limit. Perhaps that's
a reason that led to what occurred that afternoon in San Antonio.

During the conference, I noted a very cute little blonde in her early 20s
sitting not very far away from us. She looked just like Cheryl Ladd did when she
played Jill Monroe in "Charlie's Angels" back in the `80s. I couldn't help but
marvel at the resemblance -- the long blonde hair, the petite figure, the
gorgeous face.

Well, Double J saw me looking at the Ladd lookalike and, of course, she got
jealous.

Then we had a break from the conference and the weirdest thing happened. The
blonde suddenly came over in my direction and winked at me! She then turned to
Double J, in her late 30s at the time, and said, "I'm not one to play games.
I saw your man looking at me and I like his looks. So I'm taking him away from
you!"

Double J stood up and shouted, "Wait a minute! You can't have him!"

Suddenly Double J pulled the blonde's beautiful long hair and then scratched
her face! Soon the two women were actually rolling around the floor, fighting!

The conference was on the third floor of the hotel, so there were steps not
too far away. The two rolled over in the direction of the steps and Double J
ended up throwing the blonde down the stairs!

Double J was 5-6 and weighed about 149 lbs. at the time while the blonde was
about 5-4 and 120 lbs. max. Thus, at first it looked like an angry Double J
was simply mauling the smaller blonde and would dispatch her easily and quickly.

Double J came down the stairs after her! But when she got near the blonde, I
was astonished when the blonde grabbed her around the ankle and Double J
tripped and fell to her back! With lightening speed, the blonde suddenly trapped
Double J in an Indian Cradle Leg Split!

Now, like I said earlier about female fighting in the first place: A cradle
is one thing. A cradle leg split is another thing. But an Indian Cradle Leg
Split is a whole different story.

A cradle involves wrapping your arms around your opponents leg and neck and
joining them, trapping the opponent in an unbreakable noose with your arms and
rendering them helpless to either a pin attempt or simply tiring your opponent
out with the humiliating hold. A cradle leg split involves trapping the free
leg of your opponent either with your legs or your body and keeping it
stationary while ripping up on the other leg, creating pain in the tendons and
muscles near the crotch area and beneath the upper thigh.

But an Indian Cradle Leg Split is much more intense than either of the other
two moves. Where the blonde picked up this move, I'll never know. Perhaps she
was a resident of San Antonio and had either friends or relatives of Native
American ancesctry in San Antonio who showed her the move.

Whatever the case, the Indian Cradle Leg Split was created to put an enemy
out of action in hand to hand combat. This move involves the actual rocking back
and forth of the trapped opponent in the hold. The "rocking of the cradle"
stretches out the tendons and muscles around the crotch area and upper thigh.
With each rocking action, the tendons and muscles are stretched out more and
more until, like a series of rubber bands, each tendon and muscle is rocked and
stretched past its breaking point and they begin to actually give way, leading
to unbelievable pain and rendering your enemy completely and entirely
incapable of fighting anymore.

That's what my Double J was up against at the time. She was trapped in the
most painful of the three moves. Not only that, the woman issuing the pain on
Double J was much smaller and younger than Double J -- making it all the more
humiliating. And thirdly, you can imagine how much of Double J's thighs and
crotch area was exposed to all of those at the conference who were within eyeshot
of the fight!

Watching the little blonde rock my bigger and older Double J back and forth
rigorously in this painful hold and listening to my fiance moan and cry,
helpless in the arms of a younger, smaller woman -- well, that was something to
behold. In fact, someone at the conference quickly yelled, "Look at that!" as the
blonde rocked Double J unmercifully back and forth, exposing her thighs for
all to see and also stretching out those tendons and muscles around her crotch
and beneath her upper thigh area.

Immediately, Double J began to tremble as she audibly groaned in pain! This
caused even more people to look in her direction! I looked at Double J -- and
she was crying huge tears! The little blonde was physically dominating my
Double J and actually making her cry like a little girl!

I'm sure the fact that she was in such a predicament regarding her modesty
and the fact that so much of her crotch area was being exposed to the public at
large was one reason for the tears of embarrassment. But as you can well
imagine, the painful rocking of the Indian Cradle Leg Split that was designed to
literally incapacitate an enemy played the greater role in causing the tears and
crying!

Most would expect the shoe to be on the other foot. Double J, supposedly the
stronger woman due to her size advantage, would be the woman most likely to
torture her younger opponent. But it was the smaller girl who was punishing my
bigger Double J for all to see! The blonde -- now vigorously rocking Double J
back and forth in the painful and embarrassing hold -- heard my fiance moan
loudly in agony and quickly whispered into her ear, "Are you ready to give him
up?" Double J quickly wept, "No! No!"

But it was obvious that the blonde was quickly wearing my bigger Double J
down! Once you are trapped in an Indian Cradle Leg Split, the immense pain
commences immediately due to the stretching of the tendons and muscles. The more the
rocking, the greater the torture as the muscles and tendons are stretched
more and more. And if the opponent doesn't give up quickly, those soft tendons
and tender muscles tear away -- and then the pain becomes indescribable,
unspeakable and unfathomable. And Double J was finding that out -- the hard way!

Double J had to find a way out of this in the next few seconds. If not, she
would have to, quite literally, submit or really, really suffer. Since she
didn't want to lose me, submission was no option. But experiencing the intended
goals of the hold was also not an option, since the pain of her tendons and soft
muscles beneath her upper thigh and around her crouch area giving way would
simply be unbearable.

The blonde continued to work the quick, short rocking motion on Double J who
continued to sob and moan in pain! I began to realize that, in a matter of
seconds, Double J could be forced to surrender and I'd be going home with someone
completely new! Now, it's not that I would have minded getting to know that
cute little blonde. After all, variety is the spice of life. But still, I felt
for my fiance. We had spent a lot of time getting to know each other and she
was special to me. To see her getting pasted by a woman so much younger and
smaller than her was strangely erotic but also extremely embarrassing.

I felt aroused and sad at the same time. Aroused at the fact that my special
significant other was getting roundly beaten by another smaller woman in front
of a huge crowd of people, yet I felt sorry for her for the same reason. I
was close to Double J so I commisserated over the embarrassment and pain she
must be feeling. Not only that, the decision she had to make about either
fighting on and risking being literally torn apart or else submitting to the will of
the blonde and giving me up must have been just as torturous as the hold
itself!

Double J then summoned up all the strength she had in her and broke the hold
-- then threw the blonde down a second flight of stairs! Double J stood up --
grabbing her crotch area as well as behind her right thigh -- tears dripping
down her face from her gorgeous blue eyes!

Double J ran down the stairs, still crying as she felt the pain shoot through
her lower extremities! She then put the blonde in a vicious cradle leg split
of her own!

The cute blonde let out two screams of agony and then -- with eyes bulging
out in pain -- repeatedly slapped the floor in agony, shouting, "I give! I give!
Let me go! You can have him! It's not worth it! It's not worth it!"

Double J let her loose and the pretty blonde rolled away, now grabbing her
crotch!

Somebody then shouted out, "Well, I guess the show's over!" Somebody sitting
next to me added, "And some show it was!"