The Victorian Cage Match by T Trolley

Actually, it was my wife who first came up with the idea as well as the
simple concept of The Victorian Cage Match.

We owned a Victorian condo on the beach. That condo had a small entrance way
you had to go through to get to the door that entered the abode itself. To get
into that entrance way, you had to open a protective iron door with bars
about seven feet high. When that iron door was locked, there was a small area one
foot long between the two doors and two feet wide between two walls.

One day, my wife -- who understood my attraction to female/women's wrestling
-- looked and took note that the entrance way "looked like a perfect place for
a cage match." She then paused and said, "A Victorian Cage Match! How about
that for a name!"

I then joked with her and asked, "Well, if you were going to fight somebody
in that cage, who would it be?" My wife paused for several seconds and then,
just when I thought she had dropped the entire idea and thought, suddenly
blurted out, "Marie."

Marie was the spitting image of Marie Osmond. she was 5-5, weighed about 117
lbs. and had short, jet black hair with brown eyes. She was about 32 years old
at the time and had real thin arms and small legs compared to my wife's. My
wife at the time was 39 years old, 5-6 and weighed about 165 lbs. and was the
spitting image of Pauline Collins, the starlet of "Shirly Valentine" with
strawberry blonde hair. I remember thinking, "No wonder she wants to fight Marie!
The girl is so skinny and small and petite -- my wife would have a field day
with her in that small area! There's be nowhere for Marie to go! Nowhere for her
to run!" She'd have to fight my wife face to face, and in that small enclosed
area I didn't see any way Marie could survive in that situation!

I approached Marie with the challenge, and Marie accepted! So one Saturday
morning, Marie came to the condo in a black one-piece swimsuit to fight my wife!

My wife wore her tigress-print one-piece swimsuit. But when Marie saw my
imposing wife in that small cage-like area, she turned toward those in attendance
and looked like she had second thoughts. But my wife suddenly reached out from
inside the cage, grabbed Marie by her shoulders and pulled her in! I quickly
locked the cage and the fight was on!

My wife was the aggressor early and used her size advantage, bearhugging
Marie back first into the cage bars on the door and tried to trap her arms in
those bars! She then used her size again to slowly work Marie down to her stomach
on the floor and tried to force Marie to submit by hitting her forehead
against the cage bars on the door while twisting her legs!

Marie had a terrified look on her face and squealed in pain as my wife
repeatedly hit her forehead against the cage door with one hand while twisting her
right and then left foot by the ankle! Some of those watching immediately began
to ask Marie if she wanted to give up since it looked like there would be no
way for Marie to free herself from the weight of my wife bearing down on her
from behind!

But just as I thought Marie might give, Marie surprised us all when she
rolled to her back, brought those cute little legs up, and used them with
surprising power to push my wife against the opposite door just about a foot away! I
was really surprised that Marie's legs were that strong -- and so was my wife as
she obviously was stunned after her big body was ignominiously propelled into
the opposite door back first!

Marie quickly got to her feet and, as my stunned wife was still getting up,
got behind her and then scratched my wife's back with her fingernails, causing
my wife to howl in pain and me to worry about her for the first time in the
fight!

Marie then went for my wife's soft, plump midsection, punching her in the
tummy! My wife groaned -- and fell to one knee, grabbing her soft belly with her
right hand while bowing her head!

I couldn't believe it! A woman who was more than 40 pounds smaller than my
wife was punching her out and had her down in the cage on one knee, seemingly
bowing to her superiority!

Marie then continued to go for my wife's soft spot, grabbing the cage door to
steady herself while kicking my wife repeatedly in the stomach! Each time
Marie kicked my wife in the belly, my wife cried out in pain!

I couldn't believe the scene! The little Marie was stomping the stuffings out
of my much bigger wife and was beating her up! Of course, the crowd loved the
scene, gulping up the sight of a much bigger woman at the mercy of a much
smaller woman due to the obvious humiliation and embarrassment effect!

The sight of watching a little woman destroying, subduing, beating up and
kicking the heck out of a much larger woman was one thing. But when it was my own
wife who was down on the floor getting humiliated and embarrassed by a much
smaller woman in Marie who was continually stomping her in the stomach without
mercy -- well, I was just incredulous!

My wife was lying parallel to the cage door on her back so I could see her
face easily through the cage bars! My wife desperately tried to fend Marie's
kicks away and protect her soft belly and also tried to catch Marie by the ankles
with her hands and possibly twist her down or at least push her away, but
Marie's feet and legs were stomping her stomach too fast and the kicks were just
too well placed and too debilitating for my trapped wife to stop!

Finally, my wife surprised and shocked everybody there by giving up! It had
taken Marie just about seven minutes to beat my wife up and force her to submit
in surprising fashion!

I couldn't believe it! Marie had made my wife submt to her in the cage! She
had stomped the fight right out of my much bigger wife, humiliating her and
embarrassing her and proving she was the better woman in front of an audience!

The cage was unlocked and Marie stepped over my defeated and humiliated wife
as she left the small enclosed area! My wife then grabbed her belly and rolled
over onto her stomach!

I then helped her to her feet and took her into our condo, putting her into
the bedroom. She lay there spread eagled and I, being very aroused by the
entire spectacle, began to ask her about what went on in her mind during the fight
as I got into position.

I became even more aroused as my wife whispered to me about the fight. "I'm
so embarrassed ... I feel so humiliated! I can't believe I let her beat me up
like that! She's so small -- I should have beaten her with ease in a small
enclosure like that!"

She continued, "I thought I had her early in the fight, but then when she got
those legs up and pushed me, I couldn't believe how strong her legs really
were! When my back hit the door, it must have knocked the wind out of me. Before
I knew it, she was on my back and then I felt her scratch me! It hurt so bad
-- and it frightened me! I felt like I was fighting a caged animal in there --
a caged cougar or mountain lion or something like that!"

I whispered to her, "But you're a tigress, Honey!" I said, referring to her
tigress wrestling attire. My wife whispered back, "But that mountain lion
turned me into a kitten!"

She continued, still whispering, "That's when it all turned around for me!
Then I felt Marie hit me in the stomach and it hurt so much! I fell to one knee
and then before I knew it, she was kicking me and kicking me and kicking me!

"I really didn't want to give up! I really, really didn't! I did everything
to keep her from kicking me, but she just kept doing it! Finally, I just
couldn't take it anymore and gave up before she literally stomped the stuffings out
of me and made me throw up!"