"Mmphh! Mmphhh!"

by T. Trolley

My wife and I were in our backyard swimming pool. She swam over to me in her purple swimsuit, put her legs around me, looked into my eyes and asked, "What's this called?" as she locked her ankles around my waist and put her strong arms around my neck.

"That's a scissors grip," I responded. She smiled at me as her blue eyes twinkled and said, "You've lost so much weight that I can get my legs around you easy!"

"Well, that's fine," I said, "But will you be able to do the same to Jane when you wrestle her tomorrow?"

My wife bowed her head and looked down into the water. "I don't know ... I hope so," she said. She paused, and then continued, "What if I lose? What if she beats me? It would be so embarrassing -- especially in front of you ..."

Thankfully, the woman she was going to wrestle -- Jane -- was two inches smaller than her and probably 45 pounds lighter as well as four years older. This would be the first match either of them ever had. So, just looking at the two women and taking everything into account, it looked like my wife had a natural advantage due to her size.

But when it comes to female fighting, you just never know until the match starts.

That's why my wife was just a little bit nervous.

My wife obviously didn't want to lose and be humiliated in front of me and her friends who would be there to watch the match and cheer her on at the local gym.

My wife then looked at me and said, "What holds do you think she'll try to put on me?" I told her that Jane would probably try to pull her hair, put her in a headlock and probably try to get her down on the mat and schoolgirl pin her. "But I don't know what her husband might teach her," I added.

I tried to train her with some regular female amateur wrestling moves such as the headlock, schoolgirl pin, body scissors, bearhug, cradle leg split, etc.

But I doubted she would remember any of that training once the bell rang. Once a fight between two females starts, many times the training goes right out the window and you are left with the most basic of struggles -- simple, furious, hand-to-hand combat -- stronger woman survives and wins.

And that, I thought, could be a good thing. After all, if there was one thing I knew, I knew my wife was strong. I had arm wrestled her once and she very nearly beat me until she had mercy on my male ego and let me go. So I had no doubts about her physical strength.

But was she stronger than Jane? That, I wasn't sure of. Her husband told me he believed his wife was stronger than mine, despite my wife's size advantage, and that Jane would dispose of my wife with no problem and hand her back to me on a "silver platter" after embarrassing and humiliating her in front of everybody.

He seemed pretty confident of his wife's physical strength. And when it came time for my wife to wrestle Jane at the gym, it was very obvious that my wife's opponent -- standing with her hands on her hips and staring intently at my wife from the other side of the mat in her one-piece red swimsuit, was in better shape than my wife.

So I had cause for alarm on my part as my wife, dressed in her purple one-piece swimsuit, looked apprehensively back at Jane.

The ref then motioned the two women to the center of the mat. My heart began to beat quicker as my wife slowly walked out to the center of the mat and stood face to face with her adversary as the two gave each other the once over.

One woman would experience the sweet taste of victory for the first time ever, earning that experience by defeating her adversary in a fair fight. The other woman would experience the pain of defeat and humiliation of losing to another woman in a fair fight for the first time.

Which experience would my wife have?

We would soon find out!

My wife quickly turned and looked at me with her deep blue eyes. She suddenly threw her arms around me, gave me a huge kiss, and said, "Remember, whatever happens -- I love you!"

The bell rang and the two began to awkwardly grab at each other's hands and then tried to twist and pull each other to the mat in a rather crude -- but expected -- attempt at gaining the advantage! My wife was slower and not as aggressive or sure of herself as Jane, but Jane was having problems maneuvering my wife due to my wife's size advantage. Thus, even though Jane seemed to be taking the initiative early, she was having problems negotiating my wife. Meanwhile, my wife was able to avoid being taken down to the mat early and was able to push Jane away as well as execute an offensive, though tentative, counter shove that displayed her physical upper body strength!

But Jane was the more agile of the two and was able to fend off my wife's early advances. Jane then shocked me by putting my much larger wife in a headlock! My wife followed by putting Jane in a headlock as well, but Jane's headlock was stronger and more powerful! Jane kept trying to twist my wife around and over her leg to take her down, surprising me with her aggressiveness and determination! But my wife had her in a headlock as well and Jane was still having problems maneuvering my wife's bigger body around the mat!

The two women retained their headlocks, but both women had now straightened themselves up. However, Jane was determined to get my wife off her feet and onto the mat as her husband shouted encouragement to her and put out her leg, trying to trip my wife down as she held onto the headlock!

To my horror, my wife stumbled over Jane's leg!

But thankfully, my bigger wife was able to stay on her feet!

However, the stumble by my wife obviously was an indication that she had my wife "on the run" and off balance as well! Immediately, Jane tried to trip my wife again! Again, my wife stumbled and almost went down but she somehow maintained her feet!

But Jane had my wife really off balance now! She kept after my wife and, once again twisted her across her body! To my surprise, the third time was a charm!

My wife fell to all fours!

The crowd, sensing a big upset, cheered loudly for Jane! Jane wasted no time! With my wife on all fours, Jane secured her headlock on my wife and twisted her down on her back!

My wife screamed in alarm as Jane held her in that headlock! Immediately my wife tried to protect herself from disaster by pushing her right forearm under Jane's chin and pushing up as she held her right wrist with her left hand!

Both women were in that position for several seconds as Jane tried to keep my wife trapped in her headlock while my wife was using her strong right forearm and upper body strength in an effort to power out!

Jane retained the hold on my wife, but my wife did manage to roll over on top of Jane and reverse positions! Now all she had to do was break that headlock -- and there were signs she was getting somewhere with that goal!

Suddenly Jane's arms were forced open by the forearm my wife was digging under her chin and now my wife was free and straddling Jane!

Immediately my wife sat up and tried to capture Jane in a schoolgirl pin! But that lasted about two seconds as suddenly, out of nowhere, both of Jane's strong legs came up and put themselves around my wife, pulling her over and onto her back!

Like a cat, Jane scrambled on top of my wife in hopes of pressing her advantage! But my wife quickly rolled Jane over and lay atop her, using her weight advantage to stay atop Jane while trying to grab both of her wrists and pin them to the mat! But Jane's hands got into my wife's hair first and, as my wife screamed, Jane rolled my bigger wife over and sat on top of her due to the hairpull!

Jane quickly sat atop my wife and, as my wife tried to push her off, quickly hit the back of my wife's head against the mat twice in an attempt to stun her -- maybe even knock her out! My wife let out another scream, causing the ref to actually ask my wife if she wanted to submit!

My wife didn't answer the request and grabbed Jane's arms by the wrists to keep them from hitting her head against the mat any further! She then tried to pull Jane off her with her legs, but Jane suddenly leaned forward and avoided my wife's legs!

But as they say, necessity many times is the author of invention. Jane quickly recognized that she had my wife by the hair and her body was very close to my wife's face, so she simply pulled my wife's face into her chest by the hair and lay forward, forcing the back of my wife's head onto the mat while Jane's powerful hands were keeping her head in place while Jane lay on top of her -- and smothered my wife!

My wife's legs kicked out frantically as the unmistakeable "Mmmph! Mmmpphhh!" sounds of being trapped in the dreaded face smother maneuver came forth! The crowd was going crazy as Jane went for the kill as my wife frantically thrashed and pulled at Jane's wrists, trying to free herself from the grasp on her hair so she could move her face out of the smother move!

But Jane wasn't budging an inch!

The humiliating smothering sounds of "Mmmpphh! Mmphh!" continued to come forth from my wife while she desperately pulled at Jane's wrist as the ref excitedly got down on one knee, shouted my wife's name repeatedly and asked, "Give up? Give up?"

He so wanted her to submit because he knew that the crowd wanted it so bad -- and so did he, for that matter. Everybody loved to see a smaller girl beat up a bigger girl both due to the underdog winning and the humiliation of the larger girl losing to the smaller one.

Then, to mt surprise, the muffled, smothered, sobbing words of my wife came out: "Ref! She's smothering me! I can't breathe! I ... can't ... breathe!"

This made the ref's requests for my wife's submission even more intense! "Then give up! I can't help you unless you give up! You wanna give up now?" he asked in response to my wife's plea! Meanwhile, Jane looked up at the ref and kept demanding, with an intense look on her face, "Keep asking her!! She's crying! Ask her! Ask her!"

Indeed, my wife was crying as was evident when she sobbed a muffled response of, "No ..." to the ref's request for her submission! But then, a muffled exclamation immediately followed: "Ohhh ..." and then a squealed, tortured, "OHHHH!" as Jane shook her by the hair and forced her face even deeper into her chest! My wife began to gasp and her breathing became heavier and heavier!

"Give up ... give up!" whispered Jane into my wife's ear as the ref got as close as he could to my gasping wife, slapping the mat to get my wife's attention and continually, intensely and sternly asking her, "Give up? Give up? Come on! Give up?"

Meanwhile, I watched my wife with concern as Jane tried to put the final touches on her to finish my sweet dessert off as the crowd grew excited, anticipating my larger wife's surrender to the smaller woman!

My wife continued to try to twist her big, magnificent body over while pulling  desperately at the wrists of Jane's strong hands in her hair -- but it was doing no good!

Jane had the hold clinched in!

And it looked like my wife was beginning to go out as she had suddenly stopped kicking her pretty legs out and wasn't twisting her body anymore! It looked like she was about to either submit, thinking about submitting or go completely limp and pass out! I couldn't believe it!

As I watched Jane smother my wife out and overpower my larger spouse while the words "Give up? Give up?" from the ref echoed in my ears, my mind drifted to just the night before when I had taken my wife out for a romantic dinner. She wore black high heels, a silky black dress, black nylon stockings, her hair looked magnificent and she was looking sexier than ever. As she told me how much she loved me wile romantic music played in the background, she also talked about the big fight the next day and how much she wanted to win so I would be proud of her. She would smile and her eyes would twinkle as we talked. She reached across the table, grabbed my hand, and kissed my hand as she told me how much she loved me and wanted to do well for me and beat Jane the next day.

We then went to a hotel room where she removed her sexy black dress and we went to bed, where she proceeded to practice some of the holds I had taught her one more time before the big fight.

Now I was watching my big, sexy wife getting plastered to the mat and smothered out by a smaller woman to her embarrassment -- such a dichotomy when I compared what was happening in front of my eyes to the romantic dinner and aftermath last night. Her twinkling beautiful blue eyes, ruby red lips and mouth as well as her cute little nose that looked so prim and proper last night were now being gruffly forced into the chest of another woman trying to finish her off and being deprived of air as a ref continually slapped the mat and yelled "Give up?" while other men in the crowd yelled, "She's about to give!" as the muffled sounds of "Mmmpphhh! Mmpphh!' continued to be heard from my helpless wife! Her big, gorgeous, strong legs so sexily adorned in those black stockings now lay flat on the mat as the smaller Jane overpowered my wife!

Meanwhile, Jane was whispering into my wife's ear, "Give it up! Come on -- give up! Just give and it'll be all over in a second for you and you can breathe again!" as she shook my wife's head by the hair while smothering her in her chest!

Jane could sense victory now! She knew my wife was close to conceding. If she could beat my larger wife and make her verbally surrender, it would be a tremendous feather in her cap and a devastating humiliation for my wife! Jane so wanted to hear those two words from my wife's mouth -- and she knew she was very, very close to uttering them!

Suddenly the ref came over to me and said, "You're wife's trapped! Really, she's finished. Jane's got her and she can't breathe. There's no reason to let this go on. Tell her it's OK to give up. If she doesn't give, she might pass out and I know you don't want that. She's crying like a little girl and scared to death of passing out but she doesn't want to give up in front of you. It's kind of pitiful. I think she'll give up if you let her know it's OK, though. It'll make it easier for her to give up if you let her know you won't hold it against her. She really needs to  surrender. There's no hope for her and I don't want her to pass out. Neither should you."

He looked me in the eye, waiting for me to throw the towel in for my wife!

I didn't want her to pass out, either. I was quickly beginning to realize that my wife may just end up having to end it all, call it quits and accept the bitter taste of a catfight defeat in front of all these people! And if she was forced to do that -- especially at the hands of a smaller woman -- the embarrassment and humiliation could be so great that she wouldn't ever be able to live it down! The memories of being forced to submit to a smaller woman would trail her for the rest of her life! Every time I saw her, I would think of the time she was forced to "give" at the hands of another woman who was smothering her out!

I got up and walked over to her. I could hear my wife gasping and sobbing beneath Jane, who sure looked powerful at this moment as she had my wife blubbering and gasping for air beneath her. Jane was whispering her and now she was saying, "Sshhh! Stop struggling! Just let it come natural ... just a few seconds more ... that's it, just let it come natural!"

I looked down at her and said, "Honey, you fought hard and made me proud, but Jane is just too strong for you. You can give up now. She's beaten you. You're trapped and helpless. I won't hold it against you!"

There was silence for a few seconds. Then my gasping, crying wife raised her right arm into the air and sobbed in a muffled voice, "OK, Jane! I give up!"

She said it! I couldn't believe that my wife had actually given up to a woman so much smaller than her!

Jane smiled and then released my wife as the ref called for the bell! The crowd exploded in cheers and Jane looked down at my gasping, defeated wife with a huge smile on her face!

Jane had forced a woman much bigger than her to submit to her! And that woman was -- my wife!

My wife lay there spread eagled, her face red as a beet with her eyes closed as Jane got up and stood over, finishing her humiliation by putting her right foot on her body and making a muscle pose as she smiled widely in triumph! Meanwhile, my exhausted wife put the back of her right hand on her forehead and looked like the proverbial damsel in distress who had been vanquished by a superior female foe!

My wife had not only lost her first wrestling match fair and square to a much smaller woman, but had been embarrassed and humiliated in the process!

Someone said, "Scrape that woman off the mat and take her home! She's nothing but a weak loser!" I reached down and slowly pulled my wife off the mat to her feet and put my arm around her shoulder to help her slowly walk to the locker room in total humiliation and defeat!