My wife had always known I saw female wrestling erotic. When she would
describe an attractive woman to me, she would always call her “a wrestler” or “a
wrestlerette” in deference to how female grappling affected me.

Yet, she told me she would never actually wrestle another woman. I never
insisted or even suggested it, believing it wouldn’t be right to have her do
something she didn’t want to do.

But one say she surprised me by saying, “You know, if I ever did wrestle, I
think I’d wrestle Jane. I think I’m stronger than her. I think I’d be able to
beat her.”

I was shocked by the unexpected comment. My wife, who looked like Pauline
Collins of “Shirly Valentine” fame, had obviously considered wrestling Jane
previously and had given the matter a great deal of thought. After all, at 5-6 and
160 lbs., she was two inches taller and almost 40 pounds heavier than the
smaller 5-4, 120 lb. Jane. Plus, my wife at 39 was three years older than the 42
year-old Jane, the spitting image of Jane Curtin.. And I knew for a fact that
my wife was strong as I arm wrestled her once during a visit to the Alamo and
she would have beaten me if she didn’t pull up at the last moment and have
mercy on my male pride and ego.

The more we talked about her wrestling Jane, the more my wife seemed to be
willing to do it! Finally, she said, “OK, OK, I’ll wrestle her – if she’ll do
it. And the only reason I say that is I’m sure she won’t want to.”

I agreed, but I insisted that my wife challenge her. That way, if she
refused, my wife could enjoy a moral victory by claiming she faced Jane down
woman-to-woman but Jane wouldn’t agree to wrestle her because she thought she’d lose.

I was there when my wife challenged Jane. One day, at a summer pool party,
she and Jane were having a conversation about TV shows in their swimsuits. She
asked Jane, “Do you ever watch – wrestling?” Jane smiled and said, “Not on a
regular basis, but I see it while changing the channels.” My wife then
tentatively asked, “You know, they have women wrestle on there every once in a while.”
Jane said she knew that. My wife then asked, “How do you think you’d do if
you wrestled?” Jane responded, “Oh, I don’t know. I’m pretty strong. I might
be able to win a match here and there.”

My wife then dropped the big question: “Why don’t you and I try it some day?”
This is where both me and my wife were sure Jane would decline. But then, to
my surprise and my wife’s shock, Jane said, “Yeah, why not? It might be fun –
and it certainly would be different!”

My wife looked at me in shock as Jane said, “Yeah, let’s do it! How about
now?” My wife stammered and said, “Well … ” My wife hesitated, but she had no
choice now! Her challenge had been accepted, and now she was on the spot as
suddenly her pride was on the line! If she backed down now, she would look like
a coward!

She accepted the challenge! My wife was going to fight!

I stood with my wife on one side of the mat while Jane stood in the corner. I
talked with my wife and reminded her of the holds we had gone over.

My wife then stood face to face with her adversary as the two gave each other
the once over, staring each other down while the small gathering buzzed in
anticipation of the battle.

Both women then began grabbing for each other and pushing – each trying to
get the other off balance and hopefully take the other woman down!

Then, after locking up again, my wife adeptly slipped her leg behind Jane's
while pushing her backward and knocked her down onto the carpeted floor!

My wife got on top of Jane and struggled to keep her advantageous position as
she tried to take control of her! I had taught my wife how to apply a
combination bear hug and body scissors, believing that she would be taking advantage
of both her strong arms and legs to focus on the thin frame of Jane. I was
sure that Jane’s small rib cage and waist wouldn’t be able to withstand the
simultaneous crushing by my wife’s strong arms and legs. So I was pleasantly
surprised – and a little bit proud, when I saw my wife try to apply that hold on
Jane as she attempted to coyly slip her legs around Jane's waist and trap her in
the body scissors before wrapping her body up in her arms!

But alas! Jane saw it coming and swung her legs up to block the attempt! This
allowed Jane to take advantage as she rolled atop my wife and suddenly
grabbed my wife by the hair with one hand and then astonished me as she quickly
slapped my wife’s face three times with the other!

I was shocked at the sight of the smaller Jane slapping my wife around like
she owned her to the cheers of the crowd! I couldn't believe what I was seeing!
Jane continued to hold my wife by the hair tightly with just one hand in
dominating fashion! Then I saw my wife wince as Jane shook my wife by the hair
with her bare hands just before she grabbed both of her dainty wrists and tried
to schoolgirl pin her – and succeeded!

My wife was trapped in a schoolgirl pin! She thrashed on the floor, desperate
to wriggle free as the crowd cheered! I couldn't believe what I was seeing!
My wife was trapped beneath a smaller woman who was pinning her down in
humiliating fashion!

My wife screamed in alarm as Jane then grabbed my wife’s arms by the wrists
and leaned into her, trying to finish my wife off!

My wife had a scared look on her face as Jane stared down at her! My wife
tried to roll her over, but Jane was pushing down on her grip around my wife’s
wrists with all her might and squeezing them as hard as she could! My wife began
to gasp for air and Jane began to realize my wife was tiring!

My wife’s eyes look terrified and suddenly Jane realized she had my wife
trapped! My wife’s legs kicked out as Jane leaned forward, increasing the pressure
on my wife’s upper body and chest! My wife's eyes looked frightened as her
mouth hung open, unable to get any air!

Jane pushed deeply into my wife’s wrists, trying to seal her fate! My wife
knew that Jane was beating her with her bare hands!

The crowd continued to shout their approval as time passed with my wife being
worn down by the schoolgirl pin!

Soon the unmistakable gasps and pants for air came out of my wife as the
weight of Jane on her chest slowly forced the air out of her and prevented her
from breathing in any new oxygen! I knew my wife was in danger of being worn out
and forced into a humiliating submission by the much smaller Jane as Jane
repeatedly yelled, “Give up yet? Give up yet?" A fan in the audience let his
partiality be known as he yelled, "That's it, Jane! Beat her up and finish her
off!"

My wife then gasped "No …" to Jane’s request for her submission before
letting out a loud moan of pain as Jane shifted her posterior on her rib cage!

"Give up yet? Give up?" Jane kept asking as I got as close as I could to my
gasping wife to get the best view while Jane continued asking her, "Give up
yet? Give up? Come on! Give up?"

My wife continued to fight as hard as she could. But the effort to free
herself was obviously taking a lot out of her as it was evident that my wife was
exhausted due to her struggling with the weight of Jane that had been on her
chest and had worn her down into a frazzle!

“Wow!” I thought as I watched the scene. Jane was actually beating my wife!

As I watched in amazement, my out-womanned wife continued to gasp for air as
her struggles continued against Jane’s pin as my wife’s opponent displayed
unbelievable strength! Not only was Jane humiliating my wife, but she was using
a hold to finish her off that bigger woman usually used against smaller women –
only this time it was reversed as it was Jane who was impressing the
audience with her domination and strength!

The crowd was going crazy while the smaller Jane kept my wife pinned down as
she struggled and tired herself out! My wife was having the air squeezed out
of her big body by the weight of Jane on top of her and was having problems
breathing!

Soon, to my disbelief – my wife was going limp in Jane’s grasp!

My wife held out as long as she could! But finally, she realized that Jane
was just too strong for her! Rather than risk passing out due to lack of oxygen
my wife had no alternative but to gasp as she went totally limp, “I give! No
more – please, Jane! Ohh …”

Jane released my wife, who lay helplessly to the mat on her back! Jane then
looked at me and smiled, “I’ll bet you and her didn’t think I had that in me,
didja? I’ll bet she knows who the better woman is now!” before posing with
hands on hips as the crowd cheered her impressive victory over my wife!

Jane winked at me as she turned and walked out of the gym, leaving my
overwhelmed and completely humiliated wife on the mat to wallow in the misery of her
embarrassing and everlasting defeat!

As I looked down on my broken and beaten wife, it had become clear Jane had
proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was the better woman over my wife as
her pride had been completely destroyed at the hands of her adversary.