The Hold by T. Trolley

I had been waiting for this moment for several days. And now I was excited.

Really excited.

Excited beyond belief!

A group of us had talked about how our wives would do if they wrestled each
other. Finally, some of us were able to convince our wives to participate in a
little wrestling meet. We divided the women who agreed to participate into two
teams with the winning team promised a trip to the Bahams with their
husbands-- funded by the losing team and their husbands! This was very attractive to
my wife as she had visited the Bahamas twice and loved it.

But it wasn't the Bahamas that interested me. It was watching my wife wrestle
another woman that had me enthralled.

And now -- the next match on the card would have my wife in it!

The match involving my wife would be a 10-minute, one-fall,
"There-Must-Be-A-Winner" bout pitting my wife, who was 5-6 and weighed 168 lbs. and lookied
like Pauline Collins who starred in the movie "Shirly Valentine" against a woman
who weighed 175 lbs. and was 5-7 -- and was the spitting image of Roseanne
Barr!

I had always wondered how my wife would do if she wrestled Roseanne. Rosanne
seemed to be tough and streetwise, just as did the actress and the character
she portrayed on the TV show. In fact, some of the men thought she resembled
Roseanne because she admired her and wanted to be like her. My wife was a strong
woman mentally and proved it in her work that required a sturdy constitution
inwardly. I also thought she was strong physically, but wasn't sure if she
could actually win a one-on-one wrestling match with another woman. But now I was
about to find out!

For me, this was the biggest match of the entire card since my own wife would
be wrestling. I had always wanted to see how she'd do in a wrestling match
against another woman and now I was about to find out!

My wife was going to wrestle in her sexy, one-piece tigress outfit while
Roseanne was going to wear a one-piece blue swimsuit.

The bell sounded and my heart lept as my wife and Roseanne began going at it!
They were pushing at each other's shoulders and hands initially, feeling each
other out. Roseanne seemed to have the advantage, being the heavier woman,
and pushed my wife around just a bit as my wife backtracked a few steps. But my
wife was pushing back and, though Roseanne was gaining a slight advantage, my
wife was still very, very competitive and not giving up a lot of ground.

Both women's eyes soon became narrow and intense as the pushing and shoving
match proceeded, both obviously showing they really did want to win the match
very much and prove their superiority over there opponent.

As the match proceeded, Roseanne looked just a little bit tougher and more
aggressive and assertive than my wife and was a little bit rougher with my wife
than my wife was with her when she was pushing her around like a sumo wrestler
trying to push her opponent out of the ring. Meanwhile, my wife was mostly in
a defensive mode as she just couldn't budge the massive rock known as
Roseanne and often found herself trying to fend off Roseanne's advances.

But suddenly -- to the delight of the crowd and to my utter surprise --
Roseanne pulled it off! What I -- and my wife -- later referred to as "The Hold!"

As my wife was grappling hand-to-hand with the bigger Roseanne, suddenly
Roseanne got her big, strong arms around my wife! My wife knew a little something
about wrestling and knew what Roseanne was trying to do to her!

At first, my wife succeeded in avoiding the move by pushing at Roseanne's
shoulders, keeping her from locking on the grip behind my wife's back!

But then, Roseanne grabbed her own right wrist with her left hand -- trapping
my wife in a face-to-fase control bearhug!

My wife, realizing the trouble she might be in, wriggled around and tried to
break free by pushing at Roseanne's arms! At that point, all Rosanne was doing
was trying to keep my wife under control with that bearhug by securing the
hold as well as her grip and wasn't squeezing her very much -- yet!

But then Roseanne suddenly -- using unbelieveable strength -- lifted my wife
completely off the mat in an awesome display of pure power!

It was really erotic for me to watch Roseanne grit her teeth in determination
and majestically lift my wife off the mat and into the air with the mere
power of her arms as she now had my wife securely wrapped up in those arms of hers
and was displaying her power and might over my wife for everybody to see!

The crowd was in awe -- myself included -- of Roseanne's pure physical
strength!

My wife looked at me adoringly with her big blue eyes slightly twinkling as
if to say, "Don't worry about me, I'm OK!"

But then Roseanne quickly began to squeeze my wife with all of that arm
muscle power and strength in that big bearhug! Soon my wife began to feel the power
of Roseanne's strong forearms squeezing her and crushing the air out of her,
as well as putting immense pressure on her ribs and spine as she used her two
strong forearms to squeeze my wife and bring her close to her! The look on my
wife's face as she began to struggle to escape the crushing hold quickly
turned from reassurance into a frown of concern, intensity, alarm, surprise,
desperation and determination to escape! My wife suddenly knew what she was in for
now -- a fight to prevent Roseanne from squeezing the air completely out of her
body and humiliating her via submission!

My wife stretched her legs and feet toward the mat in hopes of gaining some
traction, but her little feet couldn't touch the mat any longer! There was
nothing to prevent Roseanne from squeezing my wife in that powerful bearhug at
will!

My wife knew Roseanne's arms could force her to submit due to the pressure on
her ribs and back as well as the fact that Roseanne was squeezing the air
right out of her lungs and keeping my wife from breathing in oxygen with which to
replace it! Then, to my shock and horror, my wife actually began to tremble a
bit due to the immense power and strength of Rosanne squeezing her as she
continued to desperately push at Roseanne's shoulders as well as wriggle and
writhe in the crushing hold!

I found myself strangely aroused as I watched my wife desperately struggle
against the physical power of another woman in an attempt to desperately escape
her squeezing, crushing, boa constrictor-like grasp before Roseanne was able
to overwhelm her with that physical strength of hers and overcome not only my
wife's own strength but her will and fighting spirit as well!

I couldn't believe what I was seeing! My own wife was being crushed and
squeezed by another woman in a fair fight with a pure power move -- a bearhug! And
now I was beginning to sense that my wife indeed might be forced to submit to
Rosanne and endure lasting humiliation for doing so!

Then suddenly, as my wife continued to push and wriggle while slightly
trembling in that crushing bearhug of Roseanne's -- she finally escaped Roseanne's
deadly grasp! And she did so in the nick of time because I was certain that
she'd give up in humiliation in a matter of seconds if she didn't get away at
that very moment!

I had to give it to my wife -- she was a real fighter! She could have just
given up to Roseanne in that bearhug and be done with it. I'm sure, in fact,
that many women would have done just that if they were caught in that ferocious a
hold by such a strong woman!

My wife, by refusing to submit, had proven that she had her pride and didn't
want to give up in front of an audience -- and me as well -- due to the
obvious embarrassment that would entail from being forced to submit a match to a
hold like that bearhug, which was nothing but a pure power hold!

But, alas! Despite my wife's Herculean effort to effectuate her successful
escape, she was now too winded by the bearhug and too intimidated by Roseanne's
power to mount any kind of offensive against Roseanne for the rest of the
match. Roseanne knew she had my wife on the run after nearly forcing her to give
up to a pure strength and intimidation maneuver and had made quite an
impression with that bearhug on her that lasted what seemed to be between two and
three minutes. Thus, Roseanne simply began to keep my wife at bay and on the
defensive for the rest of the match, realizing that she would probably win the
fight by decision if she didn't finish off my wife in the alotted 10 minutes.

And she was correct. The fight went the full 10 minutes. My wife, though she
didn't give up or get pinned, was obviously bested and beaten by Roseanne and
was the lesser woman.

After the match went the time limit, my wife stood stoicly, taking a few
short gasps of air due to both her stamina being tested and also being squeezed
byh Rosanne. She looked straight ahead at the ref and the judges and also looked
over at me. She was expressionless and every once in a while took a deep
breath as she stood there, grabbing her back with her right hand briefly and
belying the fact that she still felt the residual effects from the magnificent
bearhug that Roseanne had used to crush and dominate her just a few minutes ago.
Then Roseanne's hand was raised in victory in front of my wife to the cheers of
the crowd! What a demeaning and embarrassing time for my wife to have the
other woman she wrestled declared to be the better woman in a one-on-one fight!

My wife looked downward for a brief note upon hearing the news of her being
officially defeated and beaten fair and square. She then looked at me briefly
to see my reaction. Roseanne had won the match due to her aggressiveness and
that hold she had trapped my wife in for at least a couple of minutes of the
10-minute fight that dictated the pace of the rest of the match!

I had to admit that Roseanne was the better woman. That bearhug she had my
wife in was so mesmerizing and allowed her to display her superior strength as
well as her total dominance in an eminent, majestic and magnificent manner,
enough to humiliate and embarrass my wife during that part of the match. She
didn't totally disgrace and degrade my wife by forcing to submit or pin her, but
trapping my wife in that bearhug for as long as she did and causing my wife to
so desperately and obviously struggle to escape and seemingly her mere
survival in hand-to-hand combat was certainly enough for Roseanne to prove her
superiority and deserve the win over my wife.

The crowd had been treated to quite a scene -- a scene that I knew I would
certainly never forget! Roseanne's crushing bearhug caught everybody --
especially my wife --by surprise and she managed to turn those minutes of crushing
domination and display into an impressive win over my wife!