Red, Yellow, Black and Blue, story by Spectrum

Mr. Travins likes watching female wrestling. He doesn’t like fancy costumes, face paint, pretend blood or any other gimmick thrown up to bolster TV ratings. He doesn’t much care for other people either, but he does like female wrestling. Being a man of considerable means, he is able to gather his own group of women wrestlers to compete privately in matches of his design. He particularly enjoys devising devilish, one sided or similarly perverse rules and watching the events unfold before him, served up like an exquisite feast for his eyes. Being that he doesn’t care much for people, it followed that he doesn’t care for names much either. The contestants are simply referred to by the colour of their costumes, chosen by Travins. There really was no need for developing personalities when it came to his private matches. The contestants themselves are a fairly loose group, some staying at his large house from time to time, some travelling in when matches are organized, some turning up on the night. The only real connection between them is the desire to obtain the prize fund money offered.

This evening is a singles match between Red and Yellow. Aside from the difference in colour both ladies are wearing high leg single piece swimming costumes. These are definitely a favourite of his. The room is quiet, with only Red, Yellow and Travins present. He starts to explain the rules for the match. He normally keeps this to himself until just before the match, so both Red and Yellow listen closely. He starts;

“Ten, three minute rounds, with intervals. Pins or submissions, but if a girl submits then the round is over and she cannot submit again for the duration of the following round. £5000 for the most pins or submissions obtained. Clear?”.

It is altogether clear to both of them. If they submit then they could spend the following 3 minutes in considerable pain, unable to submit again. This is typical of the kind of twist that Travins likes.

Ding, he rings the bell. Red and Yellow lock into each other, not having had time to separate. They push each other backwards and forwards until Yellow manoeuvres Red into a corner. A knee to Red’s belly and she doubles over. Yellow grabs her hair then raises her knee again, this time connecting with Red’s face. Two, three times she repeats then, still holding Red’s hair, turns and throws her over her shoulder onto the mat. Red lands on her back with a thud. Because there is nobody else there the noise of the blows and the landing is clear and crisp. Red springs back up to her feet and turns back to face Yellow, who anticipates well and grabs her right arm before she has even fully turned. Yellow twists the arm forcing Red to bend over forwards. Thud. Yellow smashes down on her upper arm near to her shoulder. Thud. Again. Thud. Red falls to her knees, Yellow is still holding her by the right hand and now she kicks Red in the arm. Red falls face down, blood furiously pumping through her sore arm, now held flat to the canvas, still twisted. Still holding the hand, Yellow moves her other hand to Red’s back, then raises her knees into the air. The whole weight of Yellow is pressing down on her hands but then she lets he knee fall right onto the muscles in Red’s arm. Red emits a dull grunt of pain, encouraging Yellow that the move had the desired effect. Without releasing hold, Yellow pulls Red into a painful arm bar. Up to this point it Red hadn’t really seemed to be taking part in the match, her mind somehow…not focused. She was now, of course, fully focused on the pain that she found herself experiencing. She starts taking notice of other things, the room, empty except for Travins stood at the side of the ring smiling at her. She notices that there is no timer visible, Travins likes to be able to control the time himself. He has a tendency to modify it to suit himself if he didn’t want to cut the action off.

Yellow thought that she wouldn’t have time to get a fall, so decides the best course of action is to use the remaining time to weaken Red’s arm as much as she can. She repeats the knee drop onto Red’s arm then, standing, twists the hand round the other way. Red rises off the floor in response and then falls backwards onto her back. Slam, Yellow drops her knee onto the same arm, from the front this time. Yellow drags here knee backwards and forwards forcing Red’s arm muscles roll over the bones in her arm. Still holding tight , Yellow pulls and twists hard pushing her feet against Red’s head and body. Ding.

As Yellow retreats to here corner she watches as Red struggles to her feet, wincing as she puts pressure on her right arm.

Ding. “Submission time”, Yellow thinks to herself as she moves swiftly in. Yellow grabs for Red’s injured arm but Red is desperate to keep it away and turns sideways on. Pre-occupied with protecting her arm, Red fails to respond to Yellow moving behind her back. Yellow wraps her arms around Red from behind then, squeezing, lifts her clean into the air a throws her over her shoulder. They are standing near to the corner and Red slams awkwardly into the turnbuckle. Red is dazed from the unexpected impact but then her senses are suddenly bought into focus. Yellow has hold of her arm again. This time it is hurting even more. Yellow folds her leg around the arm to form a figure four lock then starts to apply pressure. She doesn’t apply too much. She figures that she has at least two minutes, so she builds pressure slowly. Then a period of intense pain, then loosen. “Urgh”, utters Red.

She figures if she can keep hurting Red and wearing her down that the next round will be even easier. Red doesn’t seem to realize this and instead hangs in there, screaming periodically though moments of intense pain. Travins is loving it, he starts to think that he can have some more fun with Red in future matches. Just as Red starts to think that she might last till the end of the round, Yellow decides that she needs to get the point and applies as much pressure as she dare without breaking Red’s arm. “Stop, stop I give”. Ding.

“How the hell am I going to get through this?”, Red thinks to herself rubbing her painful arm.

“Can I retire?”, she asks.

“You can’t submit in this round”, Travins returns. Ding.

Red moves away from Yellow as she tries to advance. There isn’t much difference in height, or size between them but by this stage Yellow has enough confidence for the pair of them. They move swiftly round, Yellow visibly frustrated at been unable to get hold of Red. She rushes in with her head low. Red manages to grab her head and tumbles backwards, slamming it down into the mat. They both get up quickly. Yellow is cross with herself for being so impatient. “This could all turn around yet”, she thinks, “Don’t do that again”. More cautiously she approaches, grabbing hold of Red’s good arm and using it to pull their bodies closer together. Yellow reaches through Red’s crotch with her left hand, her right hand folding round her head and lifts her off the mat. Yellow carries Red away from the ropes into the centre of the ring, pauses, then drops her down onto her knee. Red starts to roll off face forward, but Yellow quickly grabs her again because she wants her to end up face down. Red is slowly lifted into the air again, then, crashed back down onto the waiting knee. Yellow guides her fall onto the mat, ensuring that Red is face down and once again grabs for the weakened right arm. She twists the arm up behind her back and holds it there with one hand, while with the other hand she folds Red’s left ankle into the joint behind her right knee and pushes down with her left foot to keep it in place. Then she folds Red’s right leg over, trapping the ankle, finally sliding down and straddling the leg to hold it in place with her crotch. Now she had a free hand again she reached for Red’s other arm and following a brief struggle has both arms outstretched and starts to pull. This lifts her head slightly off the mat, bending her back upwards, countered by the downward and forward pressure on her legs with her right foot trapped under Yellow’s crotch. Yellow builds and builds the pressure, edging forward on her knees and leaning her body backwards so that she doesn’t loosen the pull on her arms. Travins was really enjoying this. He could see the pain in Red’s face and he wondered at how she must be feeling knowing that she could not escape until the round is over. He climbed into the ring and slide over towards them lying on his front to the side of them. He looked closely at Red’s body, straining against the inescapable hold, glistening with sweat. He saw Yellow seemed to be enjoying the situation too. He noticed her grinding her crotch against the laces on Red’s boot; movements weren’t necessary to maintain the hold.

“Red can really hold up to this”, Travins thought to himself. Quite often an overwhelmed opponent would burst into tears as the situation turned against them, but not Red, she was hanging in there. “Not long now …..please”, Red shouts, almost as if in reply. “Please . …. Please”, she repeats until Travins slides out of the ring and indicates the round is over. Yellow releases immediately, letting Red’s face slap down onto the mat. Red doesn’t move at all as Yellow walks away, giving her crotch a comforting rub.

Red lies motionless. She doesn’t want to cause any more pain in her already sore limbs. She imagines that the match is now over – it must be surely – but no. After a minute Travins rings the bell and calls, “Round Four”.

Red turns in disbelief and shouts, “I can’t, I can’t I….I… submit”. At this Travins rings the bell again, calling an end to the round.

“Oh dear”, he says, “now you can’t submit for the duration of round five”.

“You can’t be serious, you are insane”, Red shouts, now sobbing.

“On the contrary, I am not the one who enters my little matches, you are”, Travins replies his well practised quip. Red turns to Yellow and starts pleading with her

“You win, you have won, please don’t torture me again, please”. Before Yellow has chance to reply, Travins points out that the prize money is conditional on the rules set out at the start then quickly rings the bell to start round five.

As Yellow moves towards her, Red cowers into a ball on the mat. Yellow circles for a moment, wondering what to do. Really Red should be on her feet first. She figured that it didn’t really matter in any case, Travins was the referee and he obviously didn’t care much about Red’s fortunes. She circled behind Red’s back and dropped, knee first directly onto Reds thigh causing her to straighten her leg out in reflex. The move even made Travins flinch. Yellow grabs the leg and pulls Red across the ring with it, causing Red to open up. Grabbing the other leg she twist Red round into a Boston Crab. Leaning backwards she hears her opponent gasp as she is yet again subjected to pain. In yet another part of her body. After holding her there for around a minute Yellow turned round, still holding Red’s legs then planting her own feet into the back of Red’s knees. Travins is excited with anticipation of one of his favourite holds. As Yellow reaches for Red’s arms he is sure. Yellow pulls back on Red’s arms rolling backwards and lifting her into the air in a ceiling hold. “Yes yes”, Travins calls excitedly. Red is shaking her head as if trying to wake up from a bad dream. Yellow twists her arms and pushes forwards with her legs putting more pressure on Red. The pain rises but there is no escape. Travins jumps into the ring again, circling close to the girls, looking closely at Red’s tense body, stretched taut by the hold. He moves closely to her face, the pain visible on her face, he sees that she is loosing consciousness. Realizing that the fun was over Travins rings the bell early and Red returns to the mat with a thump.

Yellow gets up and returns to her corner and he joins her,

“I don’t think that she can take much more of this. I am going to propose three forfeits in place of the last three rounds”.

Red’s arms and legs ache from being pulled, bent and twisted. She lies still on her back, wondering whether this was such a good idea. Before a match all that the girls tended to think about was the promise of the prize money. This inevitably, is what causes them to come back for more.

She glanced up and saw Travins and Yellow in discussion. Noticing, Travins looks across; “Right, now you have a choice. Either carry on for 3 rounds against Yellow or three forfeit rounds.”

“What are they?”, she sighs.

“Now you get the chance to win some of Yellow’s money off her. If you can last for one of the three forfeits in Yellow’s submission hold, then you get half the money.”

Yellow is visibly annoyed by this idea, given that she had won fair and square. “You just need to make sure she submits”, he says.

Not waiting for Red to agree, he continues assuming that she is going for the forfeits and claps his hands loudly twice. Two other wrestlers enter the room, wearing identical high-leg costumes except that one is Blue and the other Black. Yellow knows that Black and Blue are both very bad news. On occasion they wrestle together as a tag team. Blue was probably no better, if at all, than Yellow. But black; she was hard. Thoughts sprang to Yellow’s mind of some of the things she had seen Black do in previous matches. Like the time she did a Pile Driver on Grey, from standing on the second rope. In that match the wrestlers were allowed a ‘Free Shot’ at there opponent for every round they won. Despite having won the match, Black waited for Grey to come round again. Yellow remembers seeing Grey come to her senses, wiping her eyes to see Black standing over her, holding her legs apart. Pausing till she was sure Grey had come round before dropping her knee into her crotch. She never did see Grey again. The sound of the impact was still clear in Yellow’s mind as Black approached the ring. Both Black and Blue had very nice figures. Blue was generally very attractive, but not Black. When you looked at her face her eyes would draw you in. They were dead, it seemed like there was nothing at all behind them. If the eyes are the window to your soul, then Black didn’t have one.

“In forfeit one, lets see if you can last two minutes in whatever hold Yellow wants to do. Black and Blue here can help set up the hold, but won’t participate”

“Right, get her into position and I will ring the bell when the time starts”. Yellow rolls Red over, face down then bends her legs into a figure-four. Instead of straddling, she takes advantage of her set-up time to weave her own legs through so that she can combine the figure four with the ceiling hold. “Give me her hands”, Black and Blue each grab a hand a pass it back to Yellow. “Twist them outwards”, Yellow adds, whilst twisting her own arms the other way before grabbing hold of Red’s wrists.

Red, winces in pain as she feels Yellow twisting her arms getting ready for the time to start, wondering how long that she will able to last. Not long, she thinks, but she wanted this over and she had long since resigned herself to not winning any money.

Ding. Immediately Yellow pulls back on Reds arms lifting her body away from the mat. This increased the pressure on her legs because of the way that Yellow had trapped them, preventing them rolling backwards into the ceiling hold. But this was even worse. Pulling as hard as she could, Yellow raised Red upright he whole body weight supported on her one knee. This was the most painful hold that she had ever experienced. Then it got worse, Yellow started untwisting her arms and putting even more pressure on. “I give”, she cried and crashes forwards onto the mat as she is released.

“So, you only lasted 14 seconds. You really are going to have to try harder. For forfeit two Black will also join the hold and the time will be reduced to one minute.”, he said as he gestured Black towards Yellow.

“Just do that again, I know how to make it hurt even more”, says Black.

They set up the hold as before, again forming the figure four and pulling her twisted arms behind her.

Ding, the minute starts. As Yellow pulls Red up from the mat again, Black kneels down in front of her with one knee in front, stuck out at a right angle. Once Red is upright, Black grabs her bottom and lifts her body up, slides her knee between her legs, then drops her down onto it. On top of the most painful hold that Yellow could conceive, the entire weight of Red’s body is now forcing her crotch into Black’s knee.

It didn’t end there. She reaches inside her costume, grabbing at her nipples. She pulls them up, out of her costume, then towards her, straining against the fabric. Red, screaming, staring straight into Black’s eyes. There is nothing there. She wonders what goes on inside the head of somebody who looks so cold. The sweat dripping from her body, her attempts to put the pain out of her mind fail and she screams, “I give, I fucking give”. Sobbing, as she again drops to the fabric of the ring.

“Yes, that was much better, just over 40 seconds. For forfeit three, Yellow, Black and Blue will apply a hold for, hmmm, lets make it sporty and say 30 seconds. Remember, you get half of the prize money if you manage it.”

The three confer on what hold to apply. “We can’t just do that again, she lasted 40 seconds, she might do it”, Yellow started. “Plus, how do we add Blue in?”

“I know what to do”, Black returns. The way she said it didn’t invite any sort of discussion. She moves away to get into position. “You copy what I just did”, she directs Blue.

Yellow rolled Red over and starts to put her in position, but is interrupted by Black telling her to get closer to the corner. They drag Red across then continue with the setup. Ding, again Red was pulled upright and Blue roughly pushed her knee under her crotch. 9 Seconds. Next Black pulled down on Red’s costume, exposing her breasts and Black twisted her nibbles round, then passing them back to Blue to twist still further as well as pull. 17 Seconds. Black climbs up the corner ropes, behind Red. Not being able to see where she has gone makes Red concerned, but also has the effect of distracting her from the pain. Not for long. Black jumps of the ropes onto red’s shoulders, wrapping her legs around her neck The additional weight pushing down on her crotch, plus the force of the impact are getting too much for Red.

21 seconds. She tightens her legs in a head scissors and also wraps Red’s hair around her hand. 23 seconds. Black pulls hard on her hair. 25 seconds. Blue twists her nipples. Yellow twists and pulls on her arms. The combined weight of Black and Red supported on Blue’s knee, forcing up into her crotch… is too much. 27 seconds. Black starts to bounce up and down on her shoulders, holding her hair as if she was bareback riding a horse.

“I give, I give, I give”, Red screaming. The sweat dripping from her body as consciousness slips away from her again and her head rolls forward, looking down towards the mat. The match is finally over.

Aftermath

Yellow is showered and changed and just about to go and see if Red is out of the ring when she limps into the changing room. “You OK?”, she asks a bit redundantly.

“Not really”, comes the strained reply.

“Why did you do those things to me? You didn’t have to go so far.” She rubs at her thigh, still hurting from the knee-drop.

“You either need to get real and toughen up, or stop coming to these”, Yellow retorts tersely.

“Listen, I want to win the money. One of us is going to win, so it might as well be me. If you can’t handle his tricks I suggest you get out now. But, you aren’t going to find many other places you can earn five grand in less than an hour. If you could have nailed me, you would have done exactly the same things. If you don’t think that you would, then you definitely need to get out”.

Red wondered if she was really up to this or not.

Spectrum May 2009